#today i am traveling for work and went to take a break in my hotel room and saw this and battery went ⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️

[hopkei]

Congrats on YuseKeto mag cover!!!!!!!!! We are so winning this month!!!!!!

IDK WHAT I DID FOR ALL MY DREAMS TO SUDDENLY COME TRUE?????

the way i wouldve cried just for a spread and first natsunatsu then KETOSOTA and now yuseketo on COVERS???? the magazine gods really looked at fanta (and me) and said i choose tHEM!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍

now my hopes are going go get out of hand what fanta pairing are we going to get on a cover next??? it feels like anything could happen orz

[daengtokki]

Seungmin being far away and horny and alone in his hotel room while he talks to you and starts getting hard and touching himself and she slowly figures it out??

can’t be blind date au or anything else!

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: ~1.4k

rating: fluff(little bit of smut)fluff ಇ

thank you anon! Hope you enjoy~ (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

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It’s so late.

Seungmin is tired, but he can’t sleep no matter what he does, and no matter how much he tries to relax. He’s still hyped up from the previous day, and that’s understandable. A lot has been happening lately, and he’s been traveling almost nonstop.

But he misses his bed and he misses sleeping next to you in the silk sheets he loves so much—he really misses getting comfortable in your arms, and dozing off as you rub all of his tense spots.

He breaks his attempt at relaxation and looks at his phone, checks the time (3:30am), turns off sleep mode. It’s likely you’re asleep, but whether or not you have to get up early for work…he’s not sure. You’ve been working far less lately because you don’t need to work so much anymore. But he knows you get bored, and you’re always doing something.

Seungmin decides to take a chance, and he sends you a text…

“hi hi my love, are you up? Sorry if I wake you 🐶♥️”

…then opens YouTube to help pass the time, and hopefully help make him sleepy.

But you are up.

“hi pup, why are you still awake? It’s so late”

“can’t sleep, why are you up?”

A video call comes through. He clicks on the lamp as he answers and waves to you.

“You all alone baby?”

“Yeah, I’m all alooone,” he sings, and rolls onto his stomach, “are you alone?” He laughs when he sees the shadow of a smile on your lips.

“unfortunately…how was your day, Min?”

“It was long and it was so warm today. And my room is warm even with the air conditioner on”

“Do you have a fan?”

“No…turn your little lamp on, I can’t see you very well”

Seungmin hears the soft ruffle of blankets, and then a slap on the bedside table. The little puppy shaped nightlight he gave you casts a warm glow on your face.

“Much better…I don’t have a fan, no”

“It’s hard to fall asleep when it’s so warm”

“How was your day? Did you work?”

“Not today, no. I cleaned and rearranged the kitchen and made room for your new coffee maker”

“Oh it came! Thank you for setting it up”

He watches as your phone drops, everything goes dark, and the sound of blankets or pillows or both being moved around muffles everything. And then it’s quiet.

“Where did you go?”

No answer. Seungmin waits a few more seconds, then puts his mouth right up to his phone…

“Are you there, love?”

The screen lights up again as you lift it. He catches more of you now, because you turned on another lamp, and he sees where you went—there’s a phone charger in your hand.

“Sorry, my phone is almost dead…I’m good now”

“What are you wearing?”

“Hm? What am I…what am I wearing? That’s cute, pup. The same thing I always wear to bed, I think.”

“Yes but I haven’t seen you iiiiinn…” he cocks his head to the side and pokes his tongue out as he thinks, “nine days.”

“That is a very long time to be away from you”

He holds the phone carefully as he fluffs up his pillow and turns onto his back again, “let me see you…hold the phone over your shoulder so…yes like that,” he smiles.

“Satisfied?”

“Mhm, much more than I was five minutes ago”

You watch as he relaxes into his pillows, and now the way the light hits him bounces off the sweat on his forehead. His hand appears, and he rakes his hair up and away from it, and some of it stays neatly pushed back.

“Am I keeping you up?”

Now it’s just a perfectly framed image of his shoulders and tired face.

“No…I’ll fall asleep if I want to. You should try to relax, though”

“I am trying, I promise,” he bites down on his bottom lip and closes his eyes for a moment. And then he sighs so deeply, “hey, look at me”

You focus on him. A smirk tugs at his lips, and he sighs again.

“Where else would I wanna look?”

His laugh is lazy and sweet—the phone shakes a little, but it stays firmly in his hand, pointed at his face. And then a soft moan floats out of him, and you can’t believe you even catch it.

“Seungmin?” You turn and lay on your side, face half hidden in the pillow. It’s easier to keep the camera on you like this. “What are you doin, pup?”

“Hmm?” His eyes are heavy, and his lips part just a bit.

“What are you doin?”

“Relaxing”

“Good”

“Yeah, I’m glad you called”

“Let me see”

“Hm, what you want to see?”

“Let me see you relaxing”

A blush spreads across his face, because this is a first for both of you. You’ve thought about it before, and he’s thought about it, too, but you’ve never gone as far as doing it.

The phone moves slowly down his body. Now you can see his t-shirt is pulled up and his stomach is out, shorts are pulled down just enough for you to see his cock, already so hard in his hand. His fingers are curled below his head, and he moves his hand down. Then up.

You can hear him moaning with every slow, hard stroke.

“Maybe we should both be relaxing,” he points the camera at himself and smiles innocently. And he keeps it there so he can watch you.

“I’ve needed to all day”

“Have you been thinking about me all day?”

“All day…every day”

“What are we doing in all your thoughts?”

Now you notice the slow, subtle movements of his shoulder as his hand moves up and down. His moans become a little more audible.

“You finally get home, and you come in with your hands full, like always, and I start undressing you before you can put anything down….”

He mhmmm’s and sinks even further into the pillows.

“And you drop everything and stand there while I get you…almost naked, and you grab me and kiss me and…”

“Start undressing you, I hope”

“Mhm, and we make it to the couch and I get between your legs and take out your dick. Get you even harder. Choke on you…”

The movement of his shoulder is much more obvious now. He licks his lips.

“Suck you and lick you…that spot you like so much”

“Yeah, yeah…you know what I like.”

“I do know what you like…I know exactly what you like. Then I crawl on top of you and fuck you…”

Seungmin smiles and moans as his strokes speed up even more.

“…take my time on your cock, so I can enjoy every second of you stretching me open”

His mouth hangs open and his eyes close slowly. You can feel how close he’s getting—you know that look on his face.

“grind into you…” you whimper as you talk—the thought alone is making you wet, “bounce on you, touch you so softly, just how you like it…make you feel good, pup”

“You feel so good,” he whines, and the phone shakes as he tries to keep it on him. His hips buck up against his touch—you can hear his desperate strokes as he gets closer.

“You gonna come for me? I want you to come, pup”

He cries out a little when he does, whines your name quietly.

“Good boy, you’re so pretty when you come”

The phone drops, and now all you can see is the ceiling of the hotel room, and the phone shakes a little with his movements. You can hear his heavy breaths for a few moments until, finally, he grabs the phone again and looks at you.

Face pink and sweaty—his hair is down against his forehead again, and sticking together at the ends. He shakes it out of his eyes.

“Hey”

It takes a few more seconds until he composes himself again.

“Mm, that was…I feel much better”

“good, you look a little sleepier”

He pulls the phone even closer, and now all you see is the corner of his face—his eye, the top of his ear, “thank you for staying up with me.”

“Any time”

The phone drops again, and when Seungmin returns, his shirt is off. “Sorry, cleaning up my mess.”

“Do you want to talk until you fall asleep?”

“Yes please”

He turns on his side and fluffs his pillow until he’s comfortable. Now you can only see half of his face, but you do see his mouth turn up in a smile.

[brookebeebe-blog]

July 31st - Great Harbor Bridge, Shoyoen, Kaohsiung Main Public Library, Night Market

Cough is maybe getting a little bit better, but still annoying. Today, I finally got up early enough to make it to breakfast. This is the first time I had it, and I think it’s by far the best breakfast offered by any of the hotels. After breakfast, I got ready for the day. Then, we had some class time. We all presented our photo on bad Chinese translations. We had a break after so I talked to my boyfriend and he is requesting some lobster flavored lays (which are disgusting). I also ate some ramen for lunch and took a short nap before the activities for the day. First, we went to the Great Harbor bridge. We watched it turn around, which was pretty cool. Next, we went to Shoyoen, which was a villa which eventually turned into a place for military officials to work and live. There was a bunch of Japanese and western influence on the architecture of the building. Next, we went to the Kaohsiung Main Public Library. It was very pretty architecture and fun to see everyone studying. Then, we saw a subway station with some beautiful lit up columns. Lastly, we went to a night market and grabbed some food. Zoe and I wanted to kill some time so we decided to go to the claw machines and try to win something. After spending about $150 NTD, I saw the perfect opportunity. A large goose stuffed animal had its neck hanging out of the machine. I kept inching it forward and after 10 tries, the goose was mine. I have no idea how I’m going to carry it around the rest of the trip because it’s massive, but I am proud.

Academic Reflection

For my academic reflection, I wanted to talk about the Great Harbor bridge. It costs $10 million US to build. It is also the longest swing bridge in Asia at 110 meters long. It has a maximum capacity of 500 people and each 90 degree turn takes 5 minutes. When the bridge is fully opened, there is a 40 meter wide channel for ships to pass through. It also greatly shortened travel time. A 30 minute walk from the Pier 2 Art Center to the Penglai Wharf only takes 2 minutes now. It is also now one of the most important landmarks to see in Kaohsiung and attracts tourists from all over the world. It was designed with dolphins and shells in mind, but some say it looks like a sail. The port of Kaohsiung handles 70 percent of Taiwan’s container shipping, so it is important that the bridge still allows access to ports. It really is a work of art, and the engineering that went behind it is quite impressive.

Citations

https://www.iaphworldports.org/news/iaphnews/8356/

https://zonta.org.tw/aidm/page.php?ver=en&data_nav=1084&page_type=page&vid=5841&portal=aidm2

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4 - The Call

Joe's autograph was the last thing for you to do for the day at the convention, but it was dinnertime. Rachel suggested ordering room service at the hotel and getting some drinks to celebrate the events of the day. You agreed but leaving the convention center almost felt like closing a book. You had Joe's number, but you were just some nobody from Pennsylvania that had to go back home that week and pretend nothing ever happened while he was a famous actor that had to travel all over the world for various commitments. Reality started hitting you relatively quickly that this may be short-lived. It pulled on your heart strings already. You were fortunate enough to be the subject of Joe's affection and it scared you that it could fall apart. You were leaving the next day and it felt like you were leaving another life.

Rachel swiped the key card to the hotel room and opened the door for you both to enter. She threw herself on her bed backwards with a huge sigh.

"What a fucking DAY!" she shouted as she landed on her back on the bed, reaching for the phone. "What do you want from room service?"

"I don't know but I need alcohol after today," you responded, kicking your shoes off and lying on your bed.

"I bet you do," she said. She noticed that your facial expression was more sad than happy after what you had said. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I just feel like Joe and I's interaction is over already and I'm not ready for it to be."

"Who said it had to be over? He told you to keep in touch."

"Yeah, I know. But how the hell would it work? I am just a small town nobody who has to go back to slaving at work and living my normal life, pretending nothing happened. He will be going back to acting and traveling, modeling, brand deals. We have two completely different lives. I feel like it would break us, and I can't be broken again. Not after-"

"Hey, I get it. You've been through a lot getting a divorce and all, but you can't let that scare you away from an amazing shot. And I do mean amazing. JOSEPH. QUINN. Are you really going to let that narcissistic asshole you were married to continue to control your life even though he isn't in it anymore? You have a chance at better. Much better. Take it. No one said it would be easy, but it may just be worth it."

You sighed and got up to hug her.

"What would I do without you?" you mumbled into her shoulder.

"Crash and burn," she joked, pulling away. "Alright, enough sad talk. I'm calling room service and ordering the best drinks in the house."

A little while later, there was a knock at the door. Rachel opened the door to find room service with a few alfredo dishes, and bottles of wine and whiskey accompanied by wine and shot glasses.

"Damn, Rachel, we are leaving tomorrow and you want to drive 4 hours home on a hangover?"

"You only live once," she laughed, taking the tray from the serviceman, tipping him, and closing the door. She sat the tray on a little table in the corner of the room and started pouring shots. "Let's party!"

After working on your food and beginning to get a bit buzzed from the booze you had been drinking, you heard your phone vibrating on the bed. You got up and went over to grab it, seeing an incoming call on your screen. You almost choked on the bite of pasta you were chewing at the sight of the name on the screen.

"Oh my God, Rachel. He's calling me."

"Joe?"

"Who the fuck else?" you laughed nervously, looking at her. "What do I do?"

"ANSWER IT."

You swiped across your screen.

"Hello?"

"'Evening, Blue Eyes," a familiar British accent said through the phone. You froze at the sound.

"Joe," you responded, unable to say anything else in disbelief.

"Mack," he mimicked. You smiled at his little touch of humor. "So glad I can now put a name to those eyes."

You blushed. This man and his obsession with your eyes. You looked at Rachel, who was silently signaling you to put the call on speaker phone, and you did so.

"What's up?" you asked, genuinely wondering what he had up his sleeve with this phone call.

"I just finished up at the convention. I was hoping you hadn't left town yet."

"Not yet. Tomorrow."

"Oh, good. I was worried I had missed you."

"Missed me?" you asked.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you out to dinner and drinks, but I didn't want to do it in front of everyone in the autograph line, and texting isn't the proper way to ask. I was worried you had gone home before I was done for the day."

This gentleman. You were already amazed at his care for you. You smiled at the phone even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"Nope, I'm still here. My best friend and I are leaving to go home in the morning."

"Well, in that case, I found this small, more private place in town, the Attico Rooftop Lounge. Would you care to join me for dinner and drinks?"

Your heart sank. You had just eaten.

"Joe, I actually just finished eating. Rachel ordered us room service."

"Oh, well, you don't have to eat then. Just have a drink with me. Please? I would love to spend the evening with you before you leave."

You glanced at Rachel with a questioning look. After all, you would be ditching her for this. She nodded in approval.

"I'll be fine alone for the night," she whispered so Joe wouldn't hear her on the phone. "Go."

"I would love to," you responded, silently letting out the breath you had been holding.

"Brilliant," he responded, exhaling through it in relief. "Where are you staying, love? I can send a car for you, say 8:00?" He really was something else, taking such good care of you already.

"Best Western."

"Consider it done, darling."

"Thank you, Joe."

"Of course. I will see you later, Blue Eyes."

You smiled, cheeks flushing red at the repeated use of his favorite pet name.

"See you later. Oh, Joe?" you rushed to catch him before he hung up.

"Yes, darling?"

"How should I dress? I didn't really bring much with me."

"However you want to, love. You could wear sweats and a jumper and still look stunning."

This man knew what he was doing with the flirtations, that's for sure. You giggled in response, earning a small chuckle back from him.

"You're too sweet."

"Only what you deserve."

You looked at Rachel with wide eyes and a smile, swooning. She smiled back, quietly celebrating for you. He somehow knew the right words to say with every sentence and you had never experienced that before. It made your heart swell.

"So I will be out front at 8:00 then," you said, bleeding newfound confidence from what he had been saying to you.

"See you then, love."

"Bye."

You hung up the phone, a bit in shock, which showed in your silence. Rachel spoke after a few seconds.

"Wow."

"He's so-"

"Amazing."

"Yeah."

Story Master List

[travelagentcollective]

30 Social Media Post Prompts for Travel Advisors

There are a whole lot of things you could be posting on social media for travel planning services. But here’s the thing: Posting about hotels, generic facts about destinations, and wishing everyone a “Happy National Sunglasses Day” isn’t working anymore — I’m not even sure it ever did work. What you want to post instead is content that highlights your ideal client’s pain points and how you’re uniquely positioned to help them, content that shows your expertise and services in action, and content that ultimately sells people on the incredible value of working with you. Here are 30 post prompts specifically designed for social media for travel advisors who want to post content that does all of the above: 1. Turning up [insert favorite song] as I plan an itinerary for a client to [insert place] 2. 3 things I wish everyone knew about visiting [destination] 3. A hard travel lesson I learned when visiting [destination] 4. Nobody talks about how much time it takes to plan a [insert type of trip]. Let me break it down 5. A day in the life of a travel advisor like me looks like this… 6. On the to-do list this week is [insert what you’re working on] 7. This week’s to-do list was a mile-long 8. Currently juggling 10 browser tabs researching client trips to [insert destinations] 9. It REALLY fires me up when people make this common travel mistake 10. I’m surprised no one talks about this super simple travel hack 11. Closing off the busy week of planning and researching with [insert what you do to wind down] 12. A client called today and asked a REALLY juicy question. I figured more of you out there are thinking the same thing, so here’s the answer 13. What my last trip says about me 14. What my last hotel stay says about me 15. 3 trips I’m planning for clients this week 16. Bon voyage! Clients off to [insert destinations] this week 17. Why I recommend [resort or destination] instead of [resort or destination] to clients for [insert type of trip] 18. 3 hotels/resorts I’m absolutely loving right now 19. What my client wanted versus what I recommended 20. Throwback to a favorite client trip to [insert where client when + details of the itinerary] 21. Throwback to one of my personal favorite trips to [insert where you went + details of your itinerary] 22. 3 things I simply couldn’t do in my job as a travel advisor without 23. 3 things you’ll always find in my travel bag 24. If I were at a resort pool right now, I’d be sipping… 25. Currently on my bucket list 26. There’s this misconception that working with me costs more than DIYing travel. Let me explain why that’s not true. 27. Hot take: You don’t need to plan your trips yourself do this instead [insert how to work with you] 28. This is your sign to start working with me so you can pick the resorts that *actually* look like the photos online. Here are 3 resorts I matched my clients to this past week [insert resorts] 29. I am constantly amazed by how many people miss out on travel perks because they book trips themselves. Here are just a few perks you get when you book your travel with me: [insert perks] 30. Say what you want about travel advisors being old school, but my clients are staying at the perfect resort/hotel in [destination] where they’ll be [insert activities], and they didn’t have to lift a finger. These 30 post ideas to promote your travel agency can be static posts, Reels, carousels, Stories—basically whatever you want! When posting content that’s strategically designed to highlight your value as an online travel advisor, you really can’t go wrong. Happy posting! Original Source: https://bit.ly/48NCezj

[themascarasnakeuniverse]

An introverts journey towards ghosts.

I was able to wake early the morning of the trip. I have not been an early riser since I discovered beer and being awake at such an hour felt like a minor triumph. I had stayed away from the pub the previous night for that reason. I wanted to be in a fit state mentally and physically. However I did not want to be on the road too early. Having a job with antisocial hours means I am often off when schools are open. The plan was to leave between nine thirty and ten in the morning. That way I would miss the initial rush hour and the later school traffic.

After a pretty healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee I checked my bag. I wanted to take my camera. My good camera. The spare phone charger and battery pack where also in place. I left my flat and went to my car. Whilst I do like to plan and have a routine to a certain extent I am happy to leave certain things to change. I fixed my phone to the holder on the dashboard and opened the map app. I typed in the town, not a specific postcode, just the destination town and selected the first route it offered me. I pulled out of my road with a smile on my face knowing I had a couple of hours to myself with just my podcasts for company.

Doubts crept into my mind as I travelled along the motorway. I had chosen to study in a shitty and backwards little town and that was one of the factors that caused me sadness now. I realised I was driving past more interesting cities to visit a backwater, a place with little to recommend it. If I was going to go on a one day road trip it might as well be to a city or at least a prettier town. I made a mental note. Visit these cities for a mini break. It would be possible to get good late deals on hotel rooms and this car would easily get me there. Something to look forward to.

When my family used to drive me to and from university I did not take much notice of the route. I either slept or read. I was not expecting my map app to take me over a particularly impressive bridge. “Another excuse to visit the nearby cities for a break” I thought. Come back with your camera. Get some good shots. Explore with a fresh state of mind. Today is for your ghosts.

When I was working my part time job as a student some colleagues where from a nearby smaller town. As I progressed I noticed the road signs and decided to make a detour. These people where not always nice to be around. I heard them talk about me behind my back. When things where going wrong, even if that was not my doing I’d be in the firing line for a bollocking. Also, as a student I was an outsider. They belonged in that county and I did not. Whilst it was not said explicitly it was hinted at. “What does their hometown look like?” I thought as I turned off the map app and followed the road signs.

The first thing I noticed was a massive industrial site that dominated the skyline. Judging by the architecture housing had been built to serve this behemoth. There did not seem to be much else in this town. It made my destination look like a metropolis, like the big smoke. As I continued, looking for a town centre of sorts I happened across a Tesco and small shopping arcade. After parking I looked at the other shops. Most of them where boarded up. The only ones active where a chemist, a charity shop and a branch of Subway. As I needed a toilet I went in and ordered a cup of tea. It was obvious that in this town Subway took the place of Costa or even a greasy spoon cafe in this town. The other customers where sat with drinks. Not a sandwich was in evidence. A rather looking rough woman was complaining to her friend how “the social” had stopped her benefits. I drank up and walked the length of the rather optimistically named “shopping arcade.” Was this the only thing in the town? As I came to the street entrance I realised that was the case. All I could see was houses. Grim post war characterless boxes. And there where many of them. A lot of fuck all. I made my way back to my car past boarded up retail units.

As I reset the map app to my original destination I thought “no wonder the people I worked with from this town were idiots.” This was the type of place I had gone to university to avoid. The type of bland, boring and uninspiring town that made me want to eat my own head. Doubtless there would be people here who would be proud of it. What horrible and unexamined lives they must lead.

[kameshwar]

When you start doing things consciously, you stop doing meaningless things. When you are present in the present, your mind stops chattering.

Today it was mostly a quiet day for me. Got up late in the morning today. Last night I could sleep at 1 AM in the night. Netflix was the culprit. I stayed awake late night because I was watching a film, ARTICLE 370. It was a film loosely based on the actual events that culminated in the final event , the abrogation of Article 370. The film is an eye-opener. I kept thinking about the film long after I had finished watching the film.

Today morning, I got up late and the Sun was already hot. I decided against going to the park for my regular grass walk. I took the car of an aunt who lives in the same apartment. She had requested me a few days ago to take her car for a drive. Otherwise the car battery dies down. The engine needs a little action every few weeks. She lives alone. She has no one to drive the car and keep it in drivable condition. She lost her husband to Covid in 2021. Her only son lives in America and her only daughter in Mumbai. She, the aunt, is a nice woman. She is also a good client. She invests her money through us. It was a Sunday morning and I was free . I took the car for a spin and came back after half an hour.

Coming back, I picked up the book ZEN & THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE for reading. This book is a popular read worldwide and has been so for more than 50 years. After a long time, I have picked up a book that is autobiographical in style. The book is an interesting read. This seems to be a book from a genre I like very much. Traveling, motorcycling, nature-watching, reading and introspecting- all these are so close to my heart. I wish I could do all those things all my life. This book has all those things. So far I have finished only 5 chapters, but I feel like picking up the book each time I sit at my study table.

I tried working out some appointments with my clients. None materialised. One had some other engagement while the other was out of the town.

After reading till 12 noon, I bathed and got ready as is my routine all days through week. I had to compensate for the lost sleep of the previous night. I lay down to have some sleep. Thankfully, no mobile calls came through during my sleep. At 3 PM, I got up and felt hungry. My wife had cooked rice and a vegetable from potato and and adding curd to it. The lunch was pure bliss. Simple home-cooked meals made with love are incomparable.

Of late, I have arrived at a life-stage where I have fallen in love with the food my wife prepares for me. It is not that she was not making tasty meals before. Two things have happened. First, she has been cooking meals for me for the last 26 years and she is gaining perfection as she is getting old. She always endeavours to cook light but healthy meals for me. She would not use much cooking oil or spices. Items that require adding sugar are seldom cooked.

Secondly, I have outgrown the desire of having fancy dishes at fancy restaurants. Meals cooked at hotels and restaurants no longer excite me. Now I generally avoid them. Now I truly understand why many people prefer home-cooked food even when traveling. My grandfather would rather stay hungry when he went on a day-long journey than eat anything cooked in the market places.

In the evening , my wife and I went out for buying some stuff from market. When we returned, I felt the craving for reading some more pages of the book, ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE. I finished around 20 pages and took a break.

Youtube didn't cause much distraction today. I was a little more vigilant about getting drifted in the wave of watching funny YouTube shorts. The only video I watched there a podcast where Peepal Baba was being interviewed . He has planted more than 2 million trees in the span of the last five decades. He is truly a nature-lover. He tells some very interesting aspects of human life. Buddha, Mahavira, Guru Nanak, Kabir and many others sang the song of life that gave them the ultimate joy. You sing the song of life that you feel like singing. You do what you are passionate about. That should become the psalm of your life. Day in day out, you sing the song of your life and you have a fulfilled life. What else do you need ?

[supersabbatical2024]

4/20/24: Pastries tasted to date… Un Brioche de sucre, deux cookies au chocolat 🍪 🍪, trois Palmiers, trois crèpes et beaucoup des croissants 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 Très bien pour cinq jours? Ok, that basically means that eating pastry has been one of our top priorities since we got here 5 days ago. Bien sur, some of my middle and high school French is coming back to me, dans mon 🧠, mais je ne parle Francais avec ma bouche… I can read and get the gist of the words, I can listen and understand the gist of the words, but speaking aloud is just a mental block for me. I just freeze and go blank. Meanwhile, Claude learned some French from his Japanese mom some 40+ years ago, and he is better than I am at ordering lunch! Maybe when I come back and live here for 6 months, I will have a break-through… 👀

We heard good news about Oreo yesterday, and my son is taking great care of mom, so all is holding steady on the home front, knock wood…😬

Today, we walked through several street markets of fresh flowers, spices, as well as fruit and produce. We have passed through a different street market pretty much every day, in one spot or another here in Aix. We have enjoyed buying boxes of gorgeous shiny fraises 🍓and framboises to eat while we walk around and around this town… At my request, we are trying another Thing on this sabbatical…I always liked the idea of traveling and staying put in one place rather than moving every few days or so—the idea is to feel like I am getting to know “my neighborhood.” I thought it could make us feel more like we’re living here than if we popped around hotel to hotel. We are only 3 weeks, so it’s LIKE we are living here, but without having to actually figure out too many real life things except Where and What to Eat. But also Where to Go for Groceries, and whether I can actually buy French Onion Dip here (not that I can see!). BUT part of “kind of like” living here is also cooking at home, so I was on a mission at the street market today.

Here’s how it went: We were people-watching this morning as we ate our croissant and cinnamon roll at a tiny cafe table outside at Weibel Patisserie (a pretty famous place I’m told). We each sipped a “cafe luong” (deux, actually—I guess I drink strong black coffee now. Bzzzzz), while we sat practically in the street (trucks and older ladie’s roller grocery bags were millimeters apart and nobody but us gasped!). It’s Saturday (Samedi), and everyone was holding their big shopping baskets or trailing their rollie bags behind them. Older couples seemed to be out shopping together, sharing the load, and EVERYONE had giant LEEKS sticking out of their bags!! Perhaps there was a sale at the street market, or perhaps Leeks are very French, which I did not really know. But now I wanted to achèter les poireaux…I wanted to buy the leeks! Claude unwittingly threw down a challenge, noting that he has always LOVED Potato/Leek soup…I’m not sure he believed I could/would actually follow through, but I grabbed the leeks, potato, et bien sur, l’herbes de Provence!!! We stopped at the Casino supermarchè for chicken broth (another item Not to Be Found in two grocery stores we checked, only vegetale ou bouillon…what is that about??). We got home and Claude went off to read on the back patio in the sun ☀️ while I cooked up Le Soup De Jour: Potato et Poireaux…Voila, Je suis une chef Francaise!!! (Yeah No). I even made a cooking video (not my first if you must know! Just NOT widely distributed due to their silliness). You can find it posted…NOWHERE 😝

We will see how this whole “hanging out in one place” works out…It’s only been 5 days, and I feel like I have already found my favorite Palmier. I’ve also been to the snazzy automated Nespresso store several times (I get it, Europe! I really doo!) So much more to master, though, and tomorrow is a travel day. We are actually getting up early to drive to an antique market about an hour away, in Isle Sur La Sourgue. Et maintenant, and now, Claude is cooking at home! Reheating my soup de jour and making his famous salad dressing for a salade avec our last few slices of délicieux jambon 🥗 🍖 Bon soir!! ❤️ 🌙

[vermosu]

My summer holiday recaps :

Went to The 2023 Dream Festival in Busan to watch BtoB on stage ✅

Flying solo ✈️ Seoul - London 🛩️ ✅

2 summer course without any break. My EC scores increased! ✅

Get rid of my tired sorrow with crying out loud at the graves of opung, cousin, as well as other our late families in London grieve sucks✅

First timer using own health insurance in Spain due to bleeding after a trivial incident, my mistakes btw ✅

This Spanish-born boy spoke to local people while traveling to Ibiza and visiting the hospital where he was born. How happy I am to learn Spanish ✅

Road trip from Spain to Germany with Ibu and Samchon ✅

Annual check up and make a reservation for my big surgery next year in Berlin ✅

Back to London to renew my passport. Reunited with my childhood friends also came to the family gathering in Cambridge ✅

Stayed 3 days in Masan and helped Samchon's grandparents to look after their minimarket ✅

Shop for stationery for the new school year ✅

Picked up Hosae, Egg and Pancake from the Pet Hotel and stayed up late because Egg had a fever after the F4 vaccination ✅

Watching our favourite one and only Netflix series D.P. 2 with Ibu, Samchon and Wooseok hyeong at Samchon's studio accompanied by baso cuangki and budae jjigae ✅

Go watch Ibu's Krav Maga level up ✅

And the last one, boys day out with Samchon 🖤🖤🖤 ✅

So guys, how is your summer going?

I hope you are always surrounded with the kind people you respect and do the things you love!!!

Please, please keep hydrated! Don't forget to reapply your sunscreen!

Our earth is boiling rn 🔥😭 Please live your day well for yourself as well as for your planet.

Fyi during the summer of this year my mother went to the hospital almost 10 times because of many complaints (including when she was in Saudi Arabia). This condition is very bad for sensitive groups and this is not only happening in Seoul but many places on earth. So please take good care of your health! Treat your environment with kindness!

I'm talking too far. I know.

Tomorrow is my first day of school. My final grade in elementary school. Wow, am I ready enough? Should my study quota be restarted again? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Good night world!

From me who managed to eat cold soba after a month long craving. Thank you Samchon for riding the motorbike from Seoul to Gangwon-do to have fun with me today. Huh I'm pretty envy bcs you are still off work until the end of this month, but I'm also happy because you can pick me up from school every day 🎉

Bye 👋🏻

[laurenetuttle]

Moorea Day 2 (July 4th, 2023)

Today was an absolutely lovely 4th ofJuly despite not being at home in the USA for the holiday. Both my mom and I were asleep last night by around 9pm. So we both woke up on the early side this morning, but it wasn’t too bad. We woke up around 6:30 am, but laid in bed for quite the while. It was so nice having a lazy morning where we didn’t have to do anything or be anywhere by any time. We eventually got up and meandered over to breakfast. The breakfast is included in our Costco travel package! It was this very delicious breakfast buffet with views looking over the beach! They greeted us at the restaurant with delicious pineapple ginger juice! My mom enjoyed a lovely, fluffy omelet. And I tried to recreate “fantasy breakfast” with their rice, sausage, and fried egg. We also enjoyed some Nutella on French toast, crepes, and banana bread. Nutella everything!

After breakfast, we wandered around the hotel grounds. We then came back to the room to get ready and finalize our plan for the day! We decided to go into the main town area to do some shopping! We had the front desk call us a taxi, and we befriended the driver, Tom. We told him we were interested in going to look at pearl shops, but didn’t want to spend a ton of money. Turns out, he has a good friend who runs a family owned pearl shop! So we stopped by there and met the pearl guy, Peter! Peter told us all about his family’s history in the pearl business and did a ton of pearl education for us. We learned all about the uniqueness of Tahitian black pearls and how they are “graded” for quality. He was very friendly and was able to switch out any pearls for ones that we wanted in his collection. My mom chose a lovely ring and swapped out the pearl in the setting. I chose a blue pearl and had it turned into a beautiful necklace! We then were driven into the main town for lunch. We stopped at this cute little cafe and had refreshing salads. My mom enjoyed a vanilla milkshake! We then did some more shopping and looking around some local souvenir shops. We may or may not have also stopped into another pearl shop and may or may not have purchased some more items… My mom found a lovely blue pearl necklace and I found a lovely gray/blue ring! We then had the pearl shop call Tom, who picked us up. We stopped by the first pearl shop to pick up our custom order and then went back to the Hilton.

After we got back to the Hilton, we changed into our bathing suits and enjoyed a dip in our own private plunge pool! We tried out our inflatables that we brought with us to Tahiti. My mom brought a lime green ring shaped raft that is kid-sized. It was comical how much it doesn’t work. Our butts barely fit into it. We then went down to the beach and tried out the ocean! It’s a perfectly warm temperature. It was so beautiful! There are coral reefs surrounding Moorea, which break the waves. So all of the beaches are like little lagoons. It was so calm and peaceful!

We then headed back to the room to get ready for dinner. I had ordered a flower crown through the front desk. So we got prepared for some beach/sunset pictures. But, while we were getting ready, a storm came rolling through! So it was starting to sprinkle as we were heading to the beach. We were able to take some cute pics before it started pouring! We ended up running over to the restaurant that we had dinner reservations at! They actually were hosting a 4th of July celebration for the Americans staying at the resort! So a bunch of workers were busy setting up red, white, and blue decor! They also had a DJ playing American tunes. We ended up staying and taking some more sunset pics and enjoying happy hour with some tropical drinks. Then the dinner party started at 6pm. They started with the Star-Spangled Banner, which was nice! And then it went downhill from there…. The service wasn’t great. And it took a long time to get the food. The menu was not very American-themed. We both ordered rib-eye steaks, which were absolutely terrible. Very Smokey and tough. The green beans were good though… They ended up giving us our drinks and one entree for free, which was nice. The food was definitely not worth the listed prices… That’s ok though. Not every meal is going to be perfect. We left with full bellies and the ambiance was nice. We then headed back to the room to relax and get ready for bed! Looking forward to more swimming and snorkeling tomorrow!

[keywestlou]

STEVE THOMPSON STEPS ON A SEA URCHIN

STEVE THOMPSON STEPS ON A SEA URCHIN - https://keywestlou.com/steve-thompson-steps-on-a-sea-urchin/It was 1974. Steve Thompson was relatively new to Key West. The "beach" at the time was the Sands Beach. No longer exists as such. Today the location of the Reach Hotel. The beach for the Reach. Small. Still the finest beach in Key West. Steve was swimming at the Sands. Stepped on a sea unrchin. Following is his experience together with treatment received at the DePoo Hospital. My first hospital visit was the strangest yet. A green stucco building that looked more like a veterinarian's office. The DePoo Hospital was in the center of old town. Surrounded by houses on Southard Street.  I showed up with Sea Urchin quills stuck in my feet. The emergency room doctor was taking a nap. He looked like a cranky old Cuban, short and fat. A cigar in the ashtray and a white coat on a hook.  Nothing seemed like it was "by the book."  I'm not sure he spoke English, he didn't say a word. He just looked at my foot and went right to work. I though he would take tweezers and pull them out. Instead, he started slapping my foot about. At first, I thought maybe I should run. I found out later, that's how it's done. The quills have to break down internally. The slapping starts the process naturally. I wasn't surprised when they closed DePoo down. Now I miss the one hospital in old town. There is a DePoo Hospital today on Kennedy. Attractive building. Never been there. Apparently they do things the Lower Keys Medical Center on Stock Island does not. Like drug addiction treatment. The building that housed the DePoo Hospital that treated Steve still stands. Condominiums. Syracuse/Georgetown played saturday. What a game! Syracuse won 83-64. The game started slowly for Syracuse. Georgetown was quickly ahead 17-6. I was in pain! Then Syracuse came back. A basket at a time. Ultimately winning by 19 points. The team played like Syracuse of old. Everything perfect. The zone effective, Syracuse controlling the backboards and making most of its free throws, etc. Jesse Edwards is turning into a top center. Six foot eleven inches. Scored 20 points, grabbed 11 rebounds, blocked 5 shots and was resonsible for 3 assists. He made 10 of his 14 shots. Georgetown is coached by Patrick Ewing. Georgetown star center All American  in the 1980's. When Georgetown was coached by John Thompson, Syracuse by Jim Boeheim. At saturday's game, Boeheim still coaching and opposed by Ewing now Georgetown's coach. An indication of how long Boeheim has been coaching. It is dark every morning when I begin researching the day's blog. The weather report was to the effect that a dense fog would cover most of south Florida this morning. I did not begin writing till night turned into day. Sat outside waiting for the sun to rise. It rose bright and shiny. No fog. There are instances where it takes time for justice to triumph. One was announced yesterday. Thirty four years later. On December 21, 1988, Pan Am flight 103 was on a flight to New York. It exploded over Lockerbie, Scotland. All 259 passengers aboard and 11 persons on the ground were killed. Thirty five of the passengers were Syracuse University students returning home after having participated in a travel abroad program. The suspected bomb maker was intelligence agent Abu Agila Masud. It was announced yesterday he had been extradited from Libya to the United States and will stand trial in federal court in Washington, D.C. I was disappointed when the Mueller investigation failed to impeach Trump. It seems that no one is successful at impeaching him. He is the teflon man. I'm sick of it. Trump commits so many wrongs and is never held responsible. Prosecutors get jerked around and play Trump's game instead of their own. No one seems to want to make the move for the ultimate kill: Indictment and conviction. The January 6 Committee has impressed me. Till now. Here they are at the end of their service. They must shit or get off the pot. True, they lack the power to indict. However, they have the power to recommend to the Justice Department the names of those they believe should be indicted. The Committee was supposed to reveal the names of those they were recommending yesterday. They did not. They moved the "reporting date" to December 21. Will Trump "slide" again? I hope not. If I had $150 billion, I could be the nut Elon Musk is revealing himself to be. A shame! Over the weekend, Musk announced he was after Dr. Fauci. Thinks America's hero a phony. Musk wrote, "My pronouns are Prosecute/Fauci." Former CIA Director John Brennan came up with one of the best retorts to Musk's words: "You have money, but no class." Part of a game that has taken several years to develop is coming to light. The very rich emboldened Trump. They hid behind his skirts, but contributed to the success he attained. The rich feel they have won. They can now come out from behind the trees. Reveal themselves. They no longer need Trump. They can do and say crazy things on their own. Musk beating up on Fauci one of those things. Enjoy your day!    

[brookebeebe-blog]

July 28th - Travel to Kaohsiung

Still have the cough. Anyway, today we are traveling to Kaohsiung. We got up early and boarded the bus. It was about a 3 hour drive, but we stopped a few times for bathroom breaks and snacks. On our way to Kaohsiung, we got a really good view of the Pacific Ocean. Peter was saying how if you drew a straight line you would hit Mexico. Before our hotel, we stopped at a train station with a cat as their mascot. His name was Mikan. They had a bunch of merch for him and we got to take a photo with him (which he was not a fan of). We got lunch at this station and I got a bun that resembled his face. Later, Jasmine, Amy, Brev, Zoe, and I all got roped into a parade ceremony and somehow ended up bowing in a temple and giving an offering. We had no idea what was happening and the guy dragging us around did not speak any English. He was just pointing at things and making us bow with gestures. After our ceremony was complete, we caught up with a few other people in the group later and Eli started singing karaoke. There was also a market near the karaoke stage and I looked around but didn’t end up buying anything. We hopped back on the bus and passed Yeh Laoshi’s parent’s house because she grew up here! Then, we went to a different train station to refill our metrocards for the Kaohsiung stations. There was a gift shop for merch for Mikan and I got a cute sticker of the cat for my journal! Then, we got to our hotel. It’s by far my favorite. The beds are comfortable, the showers have doors that you cannot see through, the air conditioning works well, and there are no mystery stains on the floor. All of my complaints from the last hotels have been resolved by coming to this one. Also, there is a Starbucks nearby and I have been wanting a cup from there that’s limited to Taiwan, so I am excited for my opportunity to get it. I think we are all going to get sushi for dinner and then we have a free day tomorrow. I think I’m going to try to do my next independent excursion (which I have no idea what I am going to do) and then go to a movie at the end of the day!

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Obbligato (Chapter Seven)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Off to the races with no time for nights gone wrong. Being at a wit's end deserves a reward, one of teasing breaths and words, adding to the stories the hallway could tell. Vulnerable words pinned to the wall and kissing it all better.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 7187

***

The morning was awkward, to say the least. Y/n had woken up first and before she could even look at the man beside her, her phone started ringing, management was calling. So she was off to work. No time for the thoughts that were still running around in her mind. No time to process.

They didn’t get to talk, she and Damiano. Both of them were hurrying to get packed up and get the others woken up to then get to the airport. It seemed impossible to find a quiet minute with just the two of them, some privacy, some peace of mind. The call from that morning was their manager, who had already been up for two hours ranting about some of the changes that needed to be made. Today it was going from zero to one hundred with no end in sight.

She had hoped things would calm down as they reached the airport, but chaos seemed to follow wherever they went. It started with Victoria panicking because she couldn’t locate her jacket anymore - she made sure to let everyone in the greater vicinity know that it was her absolute favourite and she had worn it in Rotterdam and she could not go anywhere, much less fly to London, without it. Luckily this ended up being one of Y/n’s easiest tricks that day. After retracing their steps throughout the terminal the jacket was quickly reclaimed from a lovely barista at a café who had collected it for safekeeping.

Y/n was hoping to catch her breath for a moment, but then Chili was being an absolute nuisance. Contrary to her normally chill and relaxed state of being, she now insisted on being cuddled and petted and having all the attention on her. Unfortunately, no one’s but Y/n’s attention would do, so she was stuck with a wriggling fur ball in her arms for the foreseeable future. It didn’t help when Ethan ran up to her in a panic, having realised that his hairbrush was missing. She wanted to calm him down, explain that there were more than enough shops to get a new one in London, but apparently, there was no hairbrush quite like it as if it was the magical reason behind his shiny hair. So with a sigh and Chili pressed against her, she called the hotel in Amsterdam requesting for them to look for the missing item and please send it to London. Express. They would be there for three days and it better arrive during that time. The confused receptionist promised to do her best.

When Y/n heavily fell into her seat on the plane she was looking forward to either a quick nap or a chance to talk to Damiano, who she conveniently chose to sit next to, but all plans evaporated as soon as Thomas claimed the aisle seat, excitedly chattering away. She could tell he was looking forward to getting back to London and having some free time there on top of it, but she really didn’t need to hear the story of how they all lived there for a while yet again. Damiano sent her a pitiful look, but all she could do was shrug. Shrug, lean back, and let Thomas’ talk lure her into sleep, hopefully.

***

Luckily, the flight wasn’t as bad this time around. Y/n still held tightly to her coat on lift-off and landing, but that seemed to be the extent of her uncomfortableness. Damiano kept his eyes on her, on the bandage around her wrist, as if waiting for it to come undone and her right along with it. It didn’t happen. They touched down in London within less than an hour.

Heathrow airport was crowded with fans. For the first time on that tour, it had gotten really bad. Security managed to keep people at bay though as the band and crew made their exit, not stopping for photos and full of apologies for having to leave. The shouting, the reaching hands, and the flashing cameras seemingly did nothing to improve Y/n’s mood, Damiano thought. Her face remained neutral, but he could see the little signs underneath. A short cab ride later, and the usual busy atmosphere of arriving at a hotel for the first time engulfed them. People moving luggage, figuring out rooming arrangements, crowding the lobby. Damiano stayed out of it, smoking a quick cigarette with Thomas and Ethan outside, before heading inside as well.

Damiano didn’t notice that anything was wrong until Y/n started raising her voice. It wasn’t like her. In the past two weeks of working with her, he had encountered her in a number of stressful situations. Enough that would make him lose his mind, but she was calm and collected, the type to take a deep breath instead of shouting at someone. So the way she was currently staring down the receptionist at the hotel that they were checking into both intrigued and bothered him. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself, he got closer to the scene, fumbling with some of their luggage standing next to the desk, just to listen in more closely.

“Check again, please,” Y/n requested, politeness nothing but a necessary feature in this conversation. “I do not have the time or the patience to deal with this mistake at this current moment.”

Damiano could see she was at her wit’s end, yet the need to stay professional was obvious.

“Bloody hell... You’d think after all of today at least one thing would go well. But no, I am stuck dealing with a broken computer and missing rooms.”

The man behind the counter sent her a slightly panicky look, hands shuffling between papers and typing on the keyboard in front of him.

“I can only apologise, I will do my absolute best to rectify this mistake,” the receptionist stated, voice much less steady than Y/n’s. She shook her head slightly, pulling out her phone and starting to type something into it. Probably updating their manager on what is happening.

“I sincerely hope that this is the last of the mistakes your hotel will be committing. We’re paying good money for this hotel, but London is big and I don’t think anyone would hesitate to book us somewhere else next time if the service here doesn’t suffice.” The air around her felt like static electricity, everything was prickly and on fire. “Now, please check again and then either have the correct number of rooms waiting for us or figure out another way to solve this problem. I know this probably isn’t your fault, but this needs a solution.”

The man standing in front of them quickly understood what was being asked of him. Y/n's body had remained creepily still through this, her eyes never leaving the person in front of her.

It was over as soon as it hard started. The receptionist handed her the keys and quickly mumbled something about the rooms being on the fifth floor and to the left. Y/n nodded, not necessarily happy, but visibly glad it was over. Turning around she faced Dami with an indescribable look on her face. He couldn’t believe what just happened, and how it was handled by their assistant. Looking at her right now she was agitated, sure, but whatever power she had just possessed? Damiano wanted to see it again.

***

The band crowded into the lift, and with each ding passing a floor Damiano’s need to do something grew. Attention was an easy thing for the singer to come by. Most of the time it was freely given and even then tenfold due to - well, Damiano being Damiano. But wanting attention was different, and wanting her attention, in particular, was a relatively new concept.

“Fifth Floor,” the monotone voice announced. Y/n made quick work handing everyone their room keys until she was only hanging to her own and Damiano’s. He took his chance.

“Can I walk you to your room?”

“Sure,” she answered, but the look in her eyes told him she was a little suspicious of his actions.

As they got closer to the door Damiano saw his chance. Reassuring himself that the hallway was now deserted of his bandmates, he quickly grabbed her - healthy! - wrist, turning her around and pressing her against the wall next to the door. Her expression was one of shock and surprise as he moved in closer, keeping her wrist against the wall and trapping her between his arms as he leaned against his hand on the other side of her head. Her breathing quickened noticeably and he couldn’t suppress a grin as he watched her look into his eyes, before flickering down to his lips and back up again. There was very little doubt concerning what she was thinking about. He had her in the palm of his hand. Right where he wanted her.

“You know, seeing you getting all hot and bothered down there… Very sexy.” His voice was low and gravelly. He was doing his absolute best to get her to falter under him, not shying away from employing all the tricks in the book. He moved in even closer now, only breaking eye contact when the angle made it impossible. His mouth to her ear, not quite touching, but close enough that he was sure she could feel his breath on her skin. “I should thank you… for all the… hard work you do.”

He resisted the temptation of pushing into her, letting his body collide with hers, letting her know exactly what he was talking about. Not now, not yet, he told himself. Instead, his hand carefully let go of her wrist, travelling down her arm, her side, across her body, with the softest touch, until he reached her other hand, which was grasping tightly onto the remaining room key. In a flash, he had snatched it out of her palm, backed away from her, and with a wink and a smirk that hopefully told her all she needed to know, he turned around to make his way to his room.

“Damiano! We still need to talk!” Y/n whisper-shouted. One look at her face was enough. Her skin had turned that favorable shade of red that Damiano had grown to love so much. She was still leaning against the wall, apparently not trusting her feet to carry her just yet. As he made his way to his room he couldn’t help but notice the bubbling of pride in his chest. Whatever she wanted to talk about, he was convinced it was going to go his way.

***

There was one person in this entire world that would be able to help sort out the mess in Y/n’s head. Stepping out onto the balcony, she quickly clicked her best friend’s name. One, two rings, and the familiar face popped up on her screen with a wide smile.

“Hi, love! How- oh my god, what is wrong?” Y/n’s face had always been much too easy to read for her friends.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Y/n protested, but the way her friend raised her eyebrows let her know that she would not get away with it. “Fine, that was a lie. Couple of things have gone wrong actually. Starting with my wrist!”

Y/n held the offending body park up into view, speech getting quicker as she continued.

“Fell onto it trying to escape Damiano and a private conversation he had with Victoria that I probably shouldn’t have heard. But I did, and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it, and it’s bothering me quite a bit actually, which is silly, because all I’m supposed to do here is my job, right? But now I think that he doesn’t want to be in the same space as me, which is a problem, to say the least, but at the same time he does? He literally just got all up in my space actually, so I don’t know what’s happening?”

“Wow okay, take a breath and start from the beginning, please.”

And so Y/n did, catching her friend up on every single detail of the past days, every little look, every single word uttered, every movement made. She didn’t spare a single detail or blush-inducing moment.

“I don’t know what to do, or think, or say. I think I know what is happening, but then he turns around and does the opposite of what I’m expecting. It's infuriating.”

“Ah yes, let me guess. He’s constantly around, whatever you do? Checkin up on your, catching your eyes, always happens to sit next to you?”

“He does… Why do I feel like everyone here knows what is going on but me?”

"Y/n, listen. You're my best friend, but you're the dumbest human being I've ever encountered. It is so obvious that he likes you, it's almost painful to hear you talk about and not realise. Look at the way he is taking care of you, the way he tries to make you laugh, how he constantly wants your attention on him - why on earth do you think he's doing that? You need to talk to him, seriously."

“But I overheard-”

"You didn't hear shit! You don't even know the context of what he said! Now listen to me: You like him. He likes you. If I'm wrong about this, I'll personally allow you to come back home and beat me up ok?" A sigh came through the line, her friend's voice getting softer. "I know the past years have been hard on you. And I know you don't like letting people in. But you've got to take a chance every now and then and Damiano sounds like he'll be worth it. From what you've told me, it sounds like he sees you exactly for what you are: brilliant, clever, caring, beautiful. Don't let this go to waste, love."

"You know I hate it when you're right. But you probably are." Y/n felt much calmer already, even though the mere thought of having that talk with Damiano made her feel slightly queasy again. "I should talk to him. My head will never stop spinning otherwise."

"Well, I love it when I'm right! So I'm hanging up right now so you can go talk to him, bye love!"

Her face disappeared from the screen in an instant.

***

“She’s right, you know? You should talk to him.” Victoria watched as Y/n almost jumped at the sound of her voice. She had concentrated so hard on whoever she was video-calling that she hadn’t noticed her enter the balcony next door. Now, Vic hadn’t meant to listen, but privacy on tour was a fickle thing and as soon as she realised what - or who - the topic of conversation was, she couldn’t help herself.

“Oh! Hi, Vic. Sorry, what?” Y/n asked, quite obviously startled. “I’m assuming you heard most of that conversation then.”

“I did. But that’s okay, please don’t worry about it. You know, I’m saying this as your friend as well as Damiano’s friend: Talk this thing out, whatever it is. We’ve all been watching you dance around each other, but one of you needs to have the guts to make a move. I know Damiano seems like a cocky know-it-all sometimes, but if you get down to it, he’s just as insecure and shy. So I think this is on you. Invite him over, order some room service, have a talk. If it goes poorly, you can always text me and I’ll come over. And help you finish the food.”

Victoria was glad to see Y/n let out a small giggle. Over the course of the whole tour, she had never seen her quite this stressed out. Sooner or later it would impact her job performance - just as it was starting to affect Damiano’s. She’d long noticed how distracted he was. It didn’t even matter whether Y/n was in the room or not, his thoughts constantly seemed to be spinning around the same thing. The same person, rather. At this point, it was in everyone’s best interest to get these two to talk it out. She trusted them to be sensible enough about it not to let it affect their work if it went wrong. At least not the way their mutual obsession with each other was doing now.

Y/n nodded.

“Thanks, Vic. What do I have to lose, right? I mean, a lot, technically, but you know. Thanks.”

Victoria watched as Y/n shot her one more worried look, before turning and getting back to her room. She made sure to shout after her just before the door closed.

“Tell me how it goes!”

***

“It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine, this is going to go my way, I’m going to say my part and it will all be fine,” Y/n mumbled to herself as she paced back and forth in her hotel room. Time and time again, she found herself checking her phone, needing to convince herself she had actually sent the message to Damiano, inviting him to her room for a conversation. He hadn’t replied, but the little blue check marks told her he had read it.

Okay, keep calm. You're going to have a conversation about this, like the adults that you are. You ask to clarify what you overheard and you'll stay calm, whatever his answer is. At the end of the day, this is work. And if you need to cry, you can do it once he's left. Easy.

A knock on the door interrupted her thought process. For a moment, she considered ignoring it. Pretending like she wasn’t there. But that wasn’t going to work, was it? Not forever, anyway.

“Y/n, you said you wanted to talk?” Damiano’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Time to face the music, I guess, Y/n thought to herself. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped to the side to let him in. Damiano hesitated for a second, as if contemplating how to greet her, but then simply smiled at her before stepping in. The nervous energy engulfed both of them immediately and she caught him looking around the room for a moment before deciding to take a seat at the foot of her bed. She couldn’t even think about sitting down. Instead, she was pacing the room like a caged animal.

“Um, so, I called you here for a meeting.” Y/n picked at her nails looking anywhere in the room that wasn’t at Damiano.

“A meeting? Y/n, really?” He chuckled. “If these meetings involve me visiting your hotel room, feel free to invite me over for them more often.”

“Damiano! I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Sorry, sorry, go ahead.” He waved at her to continue as he leaned back on the bed. He looked delectable, and Y/n had to actively tear her eyes away to focus on what she had meant to talk about with him.

“I overheard you and Vic talking at the second-hand shop. Something about you not wanting me around? Before I overthink this even more than I already have, I should probably ask you what that was about.” She stopped pacing and quickly looked at Damiano waiting for a reaction.

“Wait, you heard that?” He suddenly sat up again, urgency visible in his face. “Did you hear the whole thing or… only me saying that?”

“Only that apparently ‘I'm everywhere you look’ and you can’t seem to get rid of me.” She forced a scoff, although she would rather cry at the memory if she was being honest. “I know I shouldn’t have heard that conversation, but I did. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. That's why I ran out of the shop.”

She watched as Damiano buried his head in his hands, making a sound that was something between a laugh and a groan. “Seems like you missed the important part.” A deep sigh rattled through his chest as he looked up at her. “What I said before that was that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About kissing you. That’s why it’s so hard to see you everywhere, to have you around so much.” He slowly stood up, walking over to her in tentative movements. “It’s because I want to kiss you all the time.”

She took a step back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Anything to protect herself, to keep up some sort of composure. Letting her guard down too early was the worst thing she felt she could do. An expression that was both alarmed and confused flashed across her face. “You - wait … no, that's not - hold on.” She squinted her eyes at him trying to figure out if there was any hint of deception in him. “You wouldn’t lie to me… would you?”

He stood in front of her now, eyes staring her down with nothing but honesty. “I like to joke around but not with things like these, okay? I would never put you in that position. But when we accidentally kissed in Amsterdam? I wish it hadn’t been accidental at all.” His hand was reaching out to her, softly touching her arm, as if to test the waters. To see if she would pull away.

She stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. Yet, she didn’t move away from him this time. “I’m sorry... for how I acted at the hospital. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do with you most of the time it seems.” A small smile flickered on her lips, unable to keep it at bay. “I’m sorry, I’m… not all that good at being vulnerable. In case that hadn’t become obvious yet. But I agree, you know. Kissing you should be on purpose.”

“It’s fine, it was a rough day. Now that I know what you heard, even more so for you,” he smiled back at her. His hand was wandering up her arm now, softly resting on her shoulder, just inches away from the bare skin on her neck. She was sure she could feel his warmth there already. “We’ll figure it out together, yeah? Starting with an actual kiss? On purpose?”

She blinked at him, before looking down at his chest, slowly grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Playing the fabric between her fingers, anything to keep her nervousness under control. “Yeah, that would be good. Gotta test it out, right?” She looked back up at him, a pink tint growing across her cheeks.

“Yeah, just a test,” he mumbled, coming closer still. His hand wandered further upwards, tingling along her bare skin, before softly grabbing her neck to pull her into him. He was moving slowly, almost tormentingly so, as his breath fanned her face, eyes wandering back and forth between her own and her mouth. Her heart was beating impossibly fast now. If he wasn’t going to do anything soon, she would collapse, she was sure of it.

“Just kiss me already.”

And then his lips were on hers, soft and gentle, but with a force behind it that let her know he meant it. It was nothing like the kiss in Amsterdam. This was a kiss with purpose, long-lived desire finally being realised, feeling poured into every move they made. If this was a test, they were passing it with flying colours. Everything felt simply right. His lips against hers, his hand tangling in her hair, her arms wrapping themselves around him. Any doubt whether this was the right thing to do, whether this was what she wanted, ceased to exist. She couldn’t tell how long they were standing there, kissing, exploring, enjoying each other, but when they finally parted, she found herself catching her breath. Silly smiles painted on both of their faces. She buried her face in his chest, almost a little embarrassed now.

“That went well,” she giggled, unlike she did in Amsterdam. This high was different.

Damiano’s hand pushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear, tender touch lasting on her face a little too long, but she wouldn’t complain. He quickly pressed another needy kiss against her lips, before pulling her to sit on the bed with him. “So, now what? Not that I wasn’t enjoying that, but we should probably talk about where we’re gonna go from here.”

She nodded. “Well, work comes first. Not that I wasn’t having fun either. But, both of us know that the most important thing is you performing the best you can. I guess we go with your plan. Figure it out together. I don’t want to force anything.” Always trying to ground herself back into reality - it was the way she was built. A moment of insanity, yes, but never more. “Though, on days off… if you...” Her mouth opened but no more words came.

“I like the sound of that,” Damiano grinned, seemingly unable to stop himself from stealing another kiss from her lips. “And on days off...? Say it, Y/n, no need for shyness here.”

“Ah!” Grabbing a pillow off the bed, she smacked him playfully. “I was trying to have a semi-serious conversation here, Dami!” Her face screwed into a pout, before transforming into a teasing smile. “If you’re gonna be like that, you won’t hear my idea at all.”

He immediately let go of her, hands in the air in surrender. “Fine, woman, no more teasing from me… for now.”

She leaned in closer. “Is that a threat? Or a promise? I was gonna say we could go out on a date. But,” she shrugged, “up to you.” Standing up she walked over to the phone on the desk, picking up the room service menu with her other hand. “Do you want anything? If we are gonna figure this out, we might as well have food.” It was no secret that she was trying to create space between the two of them. A little distance, a little chance to breathe, too afraid of a fire being set ablaze if they stayed any closer.

“Whatever pizza they have, please. It won’t quite be like home but even bad pizza is still pizza.” He watched as she picked up the phone, quickly muttering some words he didn’t understand down the line. “And then come back here. We should probably talk some more.”

She nodded, quickly finishing the conversation on the line, before sitting back down on the bed next to him, backs resting against the headboard. “Alright, so, talk about what? I know there are things to discuss but, what are you thinking right now?”

“How do you want to go on about this?” He asked, taking her hand and playing with it absentmindedly. “Do you want to tell the others anything?”

“We have to tell Vic, probably. She’ll never get off our case otherwise. Apart from that... I assumed that we would sort of make up for lost time. Be a bit more open, affection-wise. Or at least not feel like we have to hide it when I wanna kiss you. I don’t want to say we are dating. I don’t want to put a label on something that's this new. Rushing into something like this is just a recipe for hurt.” She found herself staring into the distance for a moment, thoughts running away with her, before turning back to him. “Do you want to tell people? I mean if you did that would be fine. I’d manage, you know.”

“No, actually. I’m quite fine with as few people knowing as possible. I just… There’s no need to get everyone involved in something that we’re literally still figuring out ourselves, right? And I definitely don’t need the fans to know. At least not yet. If that’s okay with you?”

“Dami, you do know that, if this becomes a long-term thing... They will hate me. It won’t be just your fans either. Management, event organisers, they won’t want me there, people will tell you to break up with me all the time. There will be a lot of rude comments. People will edit me out of pictures. Because that's how it is. Are you sure you’re okay with all that? This won’t be easy and I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of your success. The band's success.” She wasn’t making eye contact now, nervously picking at her nails instead. This was his chance to step back, to change his mind, and she was more afraid of it than she let on.

“Well, first of all, they can all fuck off, okay? No one gets to talk about you like that, not in front of me. If they don’t see you the way that I see you - or at least respect it-, they’re no real fans anyway.” He reached out, softly holding onto her chin and turning her face towards him. “I don’t care about anyone but you in this, okay? If anything, you’re the one pushing me to go farther, work harder, be better. Yeah?”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” Her hand went to the one holding her face, kissing his palm and then pressing it into her cheek. “I mean it though. It will be hard and confusing, and I am not that good at communicating my feelings. You could have anyone in the world and you picked me which I will never understand, but I’m thankful for it. Both of us are workaholics. It won’t just be you having a busy schedule. Are you absolutely positive? Because if not...”

Taking her face into both of his hands now, he made sure she was looking at him. “I am more than positive. I want this, I want you, I want it all. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes for you to believe that.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, warm and inviting, and she was sure she could feel every single one of his emotions in it. There was nothing but love. Coming up for air, they let their foreheads meet, a moment of unspoken agreement.

“We will do it together, yeah?” She whispered as she pressed a kiss onto his lips once again before her face broke out in a grin. “Fuckin hell… Sorry, I just realized that we can kiss and hug and everything all the time now and without it being weird.” Grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers, she rested her head on his shoulder. Both of them simply content in the silence of the room and the company of each other. After a while, Y/n looked up at him again. “Do you have any concerns though?”

“No real worries. Just... I don’t know. I just want to stare at you for a bit. Do you even know how crazy you make me? Throughout this whole tour I have been losing my mind!” His eyes flickered over her face, down her body, and back up. He kissed the top of her head. “Y/n you have no clue what you do to me. You remember when you body checked that guy into the wall in Germany?” She nodded as he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. “Cold showers did nothing for me that night.”

Giggles rattled her chest as she hid her face in her hand, feeling a slight blush coming on.

“Hey, no hiding that face from me!” Grabbing at her hands, he tried to pull them back down, but she resisted through her laughter. Desperately trying to pry her hands away, Damiano pinned her down onto the bed, back flush against the mattress, but he still wasn’t succeeding. In a last-ditch effort, he straddled her ample hips. The surprise of it all had her removing her hands on her own immediately, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Now, was that so hard?”

In one quick move, she locked her knees under his and flipped him over, making her sit on top of him. His body thudded into the mattress, jaw dropping, and a little hint of a blush appearing out of nowhere.

“Sorry love, won’t happen again,” she grinned, sending him another wink, before getting off of the stunned singer.

Y/n jumped up off the bed and started to rummage through the mini-fridge. Behind her, she heard the unmistakable sound of Damiano’s phone vibrating. And again. And again.

“What’s going on with that thing?” She asked over her shoulder, unable to hide a grin. Damiano sighed heavily, reading through the messages that seemed to keep coming.

“It’s Vic.”

“What’s she saying?”

Another buzzing sound interrupted them.

“Asking if we’re making out yet. Letting us know that she can hear us laughing. Wanting to know if we’ve fucked yet. Complaining that I’m not answering her messages.”

Damiano’s speech was, in turn, interrupted by Y/n’s phone letting out a similar buzzing noise. With a frown on her face, she gathered it from the nightstand, only to erupt into giggles at the message displayed on her screen.

“What’s so funny?”

“Vic has written, and I quote: ‘As happy as I am that this seems to be going well, I was actually looking forward to indulging in room-service food with you’ with a lot of frowny emojis added.”

Forming a fist with his hand, Damiano roughly hit the wall behind him - the one he knew connected the room to Victoria’s.

“Go get your own room service!” He shouted, and the laughter on the other side, paired with a flurry of emojis reaching both of their phones shortly after let them know she had heard.

“Oh stop it, whatever will you do without a bassist if she starves!” Y/n laughed. “Wait, how’s this.” Y/n coughed, preparing to change her voice into the best impression of Victoria she could muster. “Dami, you bastardo! Give me food!”

A knock on the door - much too polite to be Victoria’s - caught their attention, and Y/n scrambled to open it. A little wagon full of silver plates adorned with various meals greeted her. Not even caring about the confused look on the waiter’s face, she made quick work of grabbing most of what was on the tray and carrying it over to the desk, until only a few things were left.

“Would you mind bringing the rest to the woman next door? Thank you very much.”

As soon as she had closed the door behind her, she caught Damiano’s gaze, wide smile on his face.

“Whatever it takes to make Vic happy, hm?”

Y/n grinned. “Whatever it takes to get Vic to leave us alone.”

***

Y/n had no idea where she was when she woke up the next morning. It only lasted for a moment though - until it all came crashing down on her, the talk with Damiano, the kisses they'd shared, how they had spent the rest of the evening watching trash tv and stuffing themselves with food, until he had left for his own room, placing one last lingering kiss on her lips. She couldn't contain a smile at the memories. For a minute, she allowed herself to lay in bed, reminiscing about the way his mouth felt on hers and how she was now allowed to do that all the time. But work called, and the usual routine caught up with her. Getting ready for the day, re-checking the busy plan for the day, waking up the band. It was only in front of Damiano's room that she faltered a bit, before shaking it off and entering.

Damiano looked peaceful, fast asleep, the blanket only coming up to his waist. With quiet footsteps, she walked over to the bed, taking the view in for as long as she allowed herself. Her usual wake-up tricks would include pulling back curtains, gently talking, stealing blankets, a little shake if necessary. But the turn of their relationship was now providing her with new possibilities. Leaning down, she blew a bit of air against his cheek, watching as his eyelids fluttered but not quite opened yet. A little kiss followed on his cheek, just barely touching his skin. Then a kiss on his inviting lips. She almost pulled back, when a strong hand held onto the back of her head, Damiano suddenly wide awake and kissing her back.

"I could get used to these wake-up calls."

“Well, be a good boy and get dressed and you might be getting them more often,” she grinned, already halfway out the door. She knew if she didn’t leave now she probably wouldn’t for a while, and they did not have time for any delays.

“That better be a promise!” Damiano shouted after her, and she giggled, all the way back to her room, never having looked forward to a day of work quite this much.

***

The day was one of their most hectic ones yet, jumping between the hotel, the venue for soundcheck, dinner, a radio station, and back to the venue. Yet, for once, Damiano didn’t mind in the slightest. Not with the way he was now allowed to stare at Y/n all the time. No more worries about having to hide it, no more being afraid of being caught in the way his eyes kept lingering on her whenever she was nearby. Never mind the fact that he enjoyed teasing her.

He was well aware of how important her professionalism was for her, and he’d be the last person to slack off work because he was smitten. But, in the little moments in between, the waiting to go on air, the walking along a hallway, the little breaks and breathers, he simply couldn’t help himself. Especially not with the way she kept blushing and scolding him.

It was the small things. Brushing past her when he walked by. Letting his hand rest on her waist a little too long, always threatening to move lower, but never making the jump. Winking at her with the meanest smirk when the radio host asked a particularly spicy question. Texting her with the suggestion to unbutton her blouse just slightly more to keep him motivated. The latter was met with a stern look and her hands buttoning up the blouse a little more instead. Yet, throughout the day Y/n seemed to be more relaxed, while keeping up the impression of ‘everything is normal’. Well, she did the best she could when Damiano wasn’t giving her a hard time.

Victoria seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world, constantly watching the two of them and snickering to herself. When Damiano told her to mind her own business - just for once - she only became more curious. Ethan and Thomas hadn’t caught on yet. Well, Thomas definitely hadn’t. Ethan had looked at Damiano a little strangely, eyebrows raised in question, when the singer had stared at Y/n a little too long, trying to catch her attention, but he hadn’t mentioned it.

Now it was less than an hour until showtime, everyone gathered backstage, and Damiano couldn’t remember the last time he had been quite this excited to play. London being their biggest gig on this tour certainly played a part, but the butterflies in his stomach every time he laid eyes on Y/n surely did the rest.

The dressing room was a mess, clothes everywhere, stylists and make-up artists scrambling to get their work done in time, which was proven increasingly difficult as Victoria and Thomas kept starting tickle fights. Damiano was sure the crew was ready to murder them at this point. Still waiting for his own turn to get dressed up, he let his gaze wander over to Y/n, who was sitting with Ethan, the drummer patiently painting her nails black.

“There,” he concluded. “You’re becoming more like us every single day.”

Damiano watched as she held up her hands, admiring the way the colour contrasted with her skin. Walking over to her, he let his hands rest on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“And you’re barely even flinching anymore when one of us gets naked,” he grinned, shooting a glance at Victoria, who was running away from Thomas in a shirt and panties only. He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Unless that one of us is me, I hope.”

The smack on his arm landed harder than expected, Y/n once again a blushing mess, but Damiano couldn’t help but laugh. As long as he still had that kind of hold over her, he’d gladly make use of it.

***

Y/n took her usual seat, sending smiles to the crew and band as they readied up for the show. The crowd outside was deafening already, volume only increasing when the lights were slowly starting to dim. One by one, the band members came up to her, ready to get a last wish of good luck, but Damiano made quick work of shoving them away, giggling as he reached her first. Without a word of warning, he grabbed her head, planting a deft kiss on her lips, before letting go of her with the biggest grin on his face. Her eyes closed as soon as she felt his lips on hers, an involuntary reaction to the feeling of having him close.

“Are all of us gonna get some good-luck kisses like that now?” Victoria giggled from behind them, and Y/n couldn’t help landing yet another smack on Damiano’s arm that day.

“Nope,” he replied. “Singer privileges.”

With the proudest smile on his face he finally bounced on stage. The others quickly followed and Y/n was left in her seat, shaking her head. That man was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. They hadn’t even gone official, and he was already clouding her mind every single second of the day. She watched him as he ran around on stage, energy higher yet than all of the other shows on that tour, thinking about how he never failed to amaze her, both as a performer and as a human being all in itself. She wasn’t quite sure what the future held for them, what the rest of this tour would bring them, but as she stared at him, she decided she was going to be fine with whatever it was. Despite her anxiety about the future, he would be there. As long as she could have a piece of him, a smile, a touch, a kiss, every now and then, she was going to be fine. Right? Watching him on stage was a blessing and a curse. She was so proud of him, of the band. As much as she loved them there still left a small voice of fear. How much was she willing to let them see? Let him see? The rest of the tour was still there, but she reminded herself of what he had told her the day before in her hotel room. They would figure it out together.

***

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Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae​ thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub​ for @yutasgalaxy​ really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo​ event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk​ @vantxx95​

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of. 

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face. 

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here? 

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed. 

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either. 

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both. 

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back." 

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more. 

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed. 

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him. 

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely. 

[kimhargreeves]

Barriers-Kyo x Reader (Dir en Grey) smut

Summary: You are a famous rock singer in the U.S who decided to visit Japan, specifically to watch Dir en Grey. Kyo is also a big fan of your work and both of you spending some alone time after his concert, you speak just a big of Japanese and Kyo a bit of English. But not much needs to be spoken to when both your mouths will be placed elsewhere.

(I've had this idea in mind for about a year now and finally decided to write it. I've seen no Dir en Grey fanfic so I decided to write something, well, for Kyo since I love him a lot. This is set in present day Kyo since I prefer him over the first heard of the band. There will be mention of his side project too, Sukekiyo.)

(Warning: rough sex, oral male and female receiving, breeding kink, choking, spanking, etc.)

I stared in awe at the many posters leading me to the venue. Dir en Grey is performing today! I'm so lucky I made it time to arrive to Japan, my band and I are taking a small hiatus from playing so the first place I chose to have some fun and alone time is Japan.

Not only is it my first time here, but it's the first time I am about to meet my favorite Japanese artist, well, aside from Miyavi who is absolutely amazing as well.

I had an old friend of mine I met a few years back to pick me up from the airport, I didnt have a great nap on the many hours of traveling but I don't feel tired in the slightest.

"Welcome to Japan, (Y/N)." My male friend said when I stepped outside of my hotel room and the building I would be staying about for two weeks.

I don't know too much Japanese but I was extremely respectful to everyone who recognized me outside of the building and we're nice to ask me for some pictures. Some even knew I would be coming and handed me small gifts.

"Everyone is so nice here, I might as well move here permanently and marry a Japanese person."

"By person you mean Kyo, correct?' my friend Adam smirked and teased me.

He knows if my extreme love for Dir en Grey and Kyo's other band Sukekiyo. His vocals continue to surprise me, they are so clean yet raw and powerful. I'm still surprised on why he hasn't be caught by someone romantically, because he is in his 40's, way older than me, but of course doesn't look like it.

"Your management team did let me know at what time you were arriving, so a small group will be waiting for you and the band to meet before the concert starts."

Butterflies began to fill my stomach. I would be meeting my idol in just a few hours, i have to take a long shower and dress myself up nicely to meet them too.

My friend and I introduced me some beautiful places and ate lunch, before we knew it about two hours went by and we were getting late to head out and meet everyone from the band. Adam, my friend and your guide, hurridly ran off and told me to follow him once it was getting late for us. We had no time to leave my luggage at the hotel so we went straight to where the concert would be headed tonight.

I could feel my heart beating even faster when we reached the venue and went backstage, Adam began to speak to a few people in Japanese with me only understanding a few words. But I did make out some thing he was saying, he informed people that I would be staying here for a month or so.

Then I saw everybody else just ahead of me, and there was Kyo standing next to Kaoru and Die. Their other friends Shinya and Toshiya we're filling around.

Kyo was the first to turn around when he noticed me staring at him. I internally shrieked when we made eye contact and I was the first to break eye contact since I wouldn't be able to control myself. But he did extremely attractive today!

We all bowed our heads and I felt my entire face burning red. Everyone of us were now here, together meeting for the first time.

I noticed a smirk across my friends, Adams face. "Yoroshikuonegaishimasu. Watashi no yūjin wa anata no sakuhin no dai fandesu."

(Thank you for receiving us. My friend is a massive fan of your work.)

"Kanojo wa hontōni utsukushī joseidesu." (She really is a beautiful woman) I only understood parts when one of the members of the band said that.

I bowed my head again and smiled at the guys. "Iyoiyo oaidekiteureshīdesu" (It's nice to finally meet all of you) "I am one of your biggest fans." I mentioned too hoping my friend will translate that part.

Adam turned to the guys and translated the last bit. The guys each smiled and bowed their heads slightly and saying "Arigato"

"Watashitachi wa anata no bando mo kiite imasu." (We've also been listening to your band) Kyo said politely and I noticed Shinya smirking a bit and Die lightly nudging him.

All of us in the room continued with our conversation meanwhile the stage was finishing up for tonight. We all joked and began to laugh at our dumb conversations and I couldn't help but stare lovingly at Kyo, but many times I had to quickly look away before he did.

Despite the heavy makeup he had at the moment I did noticed his pale cheeks turn pink.

It surprised me of how open and nice they are when we've just met. Adam was drinking sake with the bands manager, having a friendly conversation.

I chuckled to myself as I watched them joking around. I felt someone sit next to me until I glanced over and met with Kyo's dark eyes.

His lips curled up giving me a warm smile and a hand raised up. "Kon'nichiwa, (Y/N)." He kindly said my name.

My entire body froze except for my hands which were shaking. He's sitting so close to me too!! I tried to not freak out and I gave a small shaky smile.

Kyo always look so intimidating up on stage, but I can tell he isn't the rough hard looking guy some people like to point out.

I noticed him holding a drink in his other hand along with a cigarette. "Tabi wa dōdatta?" He asked taking a quick sip. I tilted my head not understanding him.

Kyo hummed to himself when he saw my confused expression. He placed the drink down and thought hard before slowly opening his mouth to speak again. "How was..your trip?" He said in broken English but did really well.

I gave him a thumbs up and smiled. "It was fine! I'm already in love with Japan." I slowly said hoping he'd understand what I also said.

He smiled wide and nodded his head. Happy that I understood him well despite him not being fluent in English.

"Yoroshikereba ashita o mise shimasu." (I can show you around if you'd like.) Kyo said and Shinya helped him out with the English too.

"I would love that a lot, Arigato." I smiled back and I saw Shinya giving Kyo a flirty type of look. "I would also like to see your working on your other band, Sukekiyo."

Kyo and I faced Adam who happily translated back. Kyo smiled again and gave me two thumbs up. "Hai, o mise shitai to omoimasu" (yes I would like to show you around."

We began to talk back and forth along with my friends help. Kyo would also be teaching me Japanese meanwhile I'm here and I would be teaching him English.

By the time we were all enjoying ourselves, it was time for the band to play. We all walked out and saw them each go up on stage.

"Koko de matte daijōbu." ( Wait here okay?) Was what Kyo said when he rested his hand on my shoulder.

I thigh hard and slowly said the right words. "Watashi wa koko ni imasu" (I'm staying right here.)

It seemed that I had said the correct words because this made Kyo smile and wink at me before going up on stage, thank God it was dark and he didn't see my flushed face.

I stared out from where I was behind the main stage where everyone was either pacing back and forth getting ready to move some things on the stage or messing up with the equipment in the back.

They really have and immense and strong connection to their fans. I walked closer and saw the many many people in the crowd, it was crazy that this many people can fit in a venue.

The stage was quite dark with only a couple of yellow lights around the stage alongside with smoke coming from smoke machines. The band began to play Vinushka.

It's amazing how the band can play so well and have a deep connection with one another.

Over on the stage I could see Kyo passionately singing the lyrics to his own song. It's also so crazy how good he looks in each of the outfits he chooses to wear. His black dyed hair complimented his dark eyeshadow, lip piercing, alongside the long type skirt he wore with long sleeve shirt and harness strapped to him.

The song was quite long but I enjoyed every second of it. The concert went on for about an hour, not once did I move from my spot. The lights to the stage dimmed and once I thought the concert had ended was when I heard the familiar tune to my favorite song.

I stare in awe at Kyo who stared out and the crowd and I heard the familiar melody of a piano playing softly. My all-time favorite song of them.

The final song before ending today's concert.

My heart leapt and I felt my eyes getting watery when I heard the tune to their song "Ain't Afraid To Die"

Many will argue that the band has way better songs to play, but this one has always been special to me. How the song starts out so peaceful until it slowly builds up and by the end it's left with a bittersweet sensation.

My friend Adam stepped closer to me and I could see a smile across his face. "You know? Kyo knows that this is your favorite song. "

My eyes lit up and I looked back and him surprised and stared at Kyo lovingly. In a way I feel like he sang this one just got me. Adam smirked and patted my back muttering something I didn't quite understand in Japanese.

I was too distracted to even ask him what he was saying. I savored every minute Kyo what's up on stage singing my favorite song, I even caught him staring over on me a couple of times. This is definitely the best day of my life.

The concert had officially ended and once it did the first thing I did was hug Kyo. "That was do beautiful! Thank you all for this." I told him making sure that this would be a once in a lifetime experience. No translation was needed because they knew what I had meant.

Die had patted my back alongside Kaoru who gave me a big thumbs up.

By the time each of them went off to take a shower we were all now headed to get some drinks. We were all sitting at a table drinking away and eating the sushi we each ordered. Thankfully no one here recognized the band of they would have been swarmed by them.

"You were all so amazing!!" Adam told him in Japanese being already drunk out of his mind. the idiot just had to be drinking tonight! I was hoping he would be able to translate me a bit, guess I'll have to do the talking on my own.

"Kare wa hontōni yotte imasu ka?" (Is he really drunk?) One of the guys asked laughing a bit.

I nodded my head ashamed. My friend just had three small pints of sake and is already out of his mind.

"Adamu wa mawari ni iru no ga tanoshī hitodesu." (Adam is a fun guy to be around.) Kyo confirmed thinking I would be embarrassing them. Glad to know that's not the case.

I pushed small empty plates that once had sush away and I nodded my head at him. "Adam…is drunk. Want me to show you room?"

Oh my room right! Adam didn't have the time to show me where I'm staying. "I pay for this." Kyo quickly said when he saw me digging into my purse.

"Arigato! In return I'll treat you the next time." I added making Kyo smirk.

"Hai! Let's go."

Kyo and I stood up from the table we were all in. I waved goodbye at them hoping to see them tomorrow again, I was standing by the entrance when I noticed Kyo talking to them before walking back over to me with my luggage in hand.

We stepped into a car and remained silent while we watched the many buildings passing by. The car stopped once we reached a big beautiful hotel building.

I stepped outside and noticed Kyo carrying my bags again, he refused to let me carry them. "Are you also staying here?" I asked concerned by how late it is for him to head back.

His dark eyes looked back down at me. "Hai. The same corridor."

So he is staying here in the same spot I will be sleeping, well, it's nice to know I won't be completely alone. We made it to the reception area and Kyo of course did most of the talking, they handed me my key card, and we were off to find my room.

My room was beautiful and I soon figured out that Kyo was the one who reserved my room and paid for it. I'll have to do something nice for him, he's veen way too kind. We were in my room which was beautiful and big for a single person, I'm sure most of the rooms here are the same if not bigger.

Kyo placed my luggage to the side. "Come to my room after shower. I have a surprise."

This took me by surprise, he had something else for me? I did tell him that I was planning on taking a shower before heading to bed. "Okay, i will be there in fifteen minutes."

Kyo nodded his head again and left my room. As soon as he did I quickly raced over to the bathroom and took my clothes off, my heart couldn't stop beating fast. I dried up my hair and began to dress up nicely again, I didn't know whether to wear my pajamas or something else.

I looked up at the clock and it read 1:00 a.m. I took a deep breath and exited my room and headed to the one Kyo was in. I knocked on the door and heard him reply, so I opened it up and noticed Kyo was drinking another beer and had already finished another cigarette.

I also noticed he was watching something on the TV probably just skipping through the channels and landed on something a bit interesting.

"Tsukaremashita ka?" (Are you tired?) Kyo asked lowering the volume of the tv and turning to look up at me from his spot on the bed.

I shook my head and smiled back. "I'm not." I lied since I didn't want this day to end with him. I know I'll have many more days to get to know him, but I wanted more.

I slowly began to speak up again trying my best with my Japanese, "Dekirudake ōku no jikan o anata to sugoshitai' to katatta." (I want to spend as much time as I can with you.)

Kyo seemed a bit surprised which I thought he might already think I'm weird.

"Hen ni kikoetara gomen'nasai." (Sorry if it sounded weird). Quickly I apologized.

A chuckle came out from him which made me tense up when I also felt his tattooed fingers running through my hair his landed on the cheek.

"Awatete anata wa totemo kawaī." (You're so cute when flustered.)

I felt myself blushing even more when those words came out of his mouth, he looks so handsome even through the rough makeup and tired brown eyes.

I felt myself being pushed closer to him until we slowly started to kiss. The kiss took me by surprise but I began to enjoy every second of it, slowly I began to take a breath again when Kyo this time began to kiss me harsher.

Then this might mean that Kyo must feel the same for me? I this were to escalate then I don't want this to be a one time thing.

I moaned through the kiss when I felt Kyo lift me up to my feet, his hands began to lower until his hands landed on my waist and up to play with my chest. I pushed back and heard him let out a small groan when I felt his pants getting tighter.

His hands began to get rid of my shirt along with the rest of my clothes, the only article of clothing next was my underwear. I felt him kissing my neck as I felt his cold hands touching my chest while I felt one of his lowering down until he parted my legs a bit and began to play with my clit.

I moaned and bit my lip hard when I felt him apply pressure, one oh his hands wrapped around my neck while he continued to touch me. He began to whisper dirty things into my ear while making sure to pleasure me well.

"Anata wa watashi no yubi no mawari ga totemo kitsuidesu." (Fuck you're so tight around my fingers.)

I squeezed my legs when I felt myself closer to the edge. "K-Kyo..I'm." i didn't have time to finish my sentence when he applied pressure and made me come for the first time.

Kyo made me turn back to him while roughly kissing me and shoving his tongue into me. I moaned again and felt his wet fingers leave me and rest on my stomach. I jumped a bit when I felt one of his hands spanking my behind making sure to leave his hand print there.

I was made to sit on the bed and felt Kyo about to rest on top of me until I stopped him. "Chottomatte!"

Kyo seemed a bit confused at why I suddenly stopped him. I sat down on the edge of the bed and held onto his waist and looked up at him, asking for permission since he knew now why I stopped.

I felt Kyo's hand on my chin and he gave me a small nod. Kyo began to pull his jacket and shirt off over him, it was embarrassing but I began to admire the many scars, tattoos and how muscular he actually looks.

I've seen him many times, just met him and now I'm right in front of him already naked and about to pleasure him. This is now his i imagined my first night in Tokyo to be, but I don't regret it.

My hands reached out to grab at his belt to pull him closer, slowly I begin to undo the buckle of his belt, moving on next to the button and the zipper. I pull his pants down with surprising ease, and he steps out of them quickly, kicking them aside, I watch him quickly taking off his boots.

When he stands back up wearing only one more article of clothing, I freeze momentarily, my heart now pounding like crazy. Kyo's brown eyes makes my heart melt flutter again, and I shyly smile before hooking my thumbs over the waistband of his black boxers, slowly pulling them down, freeing his erection. Kyo kicks those to the side as well, I feel tm cheeks burning up and can only stare at his penis, that's how he looks like then.

Kyo must've sensed something was up with me since he cleared his throat, "Chiisai?” he lowly whispered now feeling a bit awkward at his own question.

"N-Not at all!" I quickly respond. "It isn't small at all." I stutter and could feel him hot and heavy in my hand when I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally.

Kyo took a sharp breath and I felt both his grabbing my hair now going a bit rough on me. I moaned as I felt my lower region getting wetter. I hollowed my cheeks and took in more of him, I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away his face flushed this time.

Kyo mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer and laid me down on the bed, pressed against each other. He then removes my underwear and his hand slips between us.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Kyo's fingers slipping past my lips again this time deeper, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance.

Moans escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs, he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there and then against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Kuso." Kyo curses when I reached my hand down to grip onto his black dyed hair hard. I moan louder when I felt him slowly licking back to my entrance and sucking me hard while his fingers continue to play with me.

His tongue plunged into my slit while his hand groped up my breast. His long fingers twisted and pinched at my stiff bud till I cried out.

I could feel him grinning against my cunt as he continued to eat me out. His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Kyo's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub.

"K-Kyo.” I moaned again. My hand continuing to grab his hair, tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.

I felt a familiar knot in me when I began to get closer. The room was filled with the sounds of my moans as I came, when I opened my eyes I saw the sheets and my thighs wet, Kyo hummed and slowly withdrew his slick fingers and wiped his mouth. My cheeks flushed when I realized I had squirted.

Kyo hungrily kissed me. I moaned at the way I could taste my own essence on his tongue, "You're such a good girl." He said now through broken English and smiled wide and played with my hair and placed his fingers under my chin.

I blushed when I knew what was about to happen when he positioned me and parted my legs now stopping between them. He grabbed his length and began to rub it against my folds making me shiver and lightly moan and he did the same, slowly be pumped himself, a hand on himself and another on my hip.

He paused to look at me, "Let me know if it hurts, (Y/N)." I cupped his face and rested back against the sheets and gripped his tattooed arm.

Kyo nods and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp and moan at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear alongside moans from Kyo, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"Anata wa totemo kanpekide kawaīdesu. Ima, kono neko wa watashi no monodesu." (You're so perfect and cute. Now this pussy is mine.)

I moan when Kyo's hands wandered back with one hand on my clit and the other one playing with my breasts and nipples, he leaned down to suck and lick them roughly.

Kyo begins to pant against my chest when I feel his grip on my waist tighten. I began to moan louder not caring if there were others who could listen. His hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp. My hands travel up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"Kyo I'm g-gonna cum." I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back to him.

"Watashi mo, (Y/N)." he groans. "Amost there."

Kyo pauses adjusting himself again so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back holding onto him tightly my fingers digging deeper into his skin, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once, it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him when I clenched around him and came, I whined when I wrapped my arms around his tightly.

My head hits the pillow again now exhausted and so is he. Kyo stays above me and begins to slowly regain his breathe now slowly pulling out of me, I whimper when I feel empty. I can feel out juices mixed together now dripping onto the sheets

Kyo slowly pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

I just had sex with Kyo from Dir en Grey.

Glancing back to finally confess how I feel for him, I watched surprised when I saw him with his eyes closed, now fast asleep. I tiredly smiled and reached over to move his sweaty hair aside. I simply turned around to fully face him and gently I wrapped my arms around his torso and also fell asleep.

[baepsaesbae]

None of Your Business

Pairing— Jung Hoseok x reader  

Genre— SMUT, enemies to lovers au, business/professional life au, slight angst, slight fluff, mutual pining bc im a slut for that

Warnings— inappropriate workplace behavior, explicit unprotected sex, face sitting, slight biting, one (1) butt slap, dirty talk, swearing, switch!Hoseok, Hoseok being a god damn nuisance, (also I’m not a business person so if you are and I state inaccurate/dumb things I apologize in advance)

Word Count— 8.9k

Summary— You have a shot at attaining a huge promotion at your company. The only problem standing in your way is the same one that annoyed you in college. Jung Hoseok. How will you manage to spend an entire weekend at a conference juggling impressing your supervisors while simultaneously battling Hoseok?

A/N— This super cool banner was made by the one and only @kimtaehyunq​, thank you so much! Please let me know what you guys think. Feel free to leave a comment or send an ask! 

The business world has always been mercilessly cutthroat; that’s one of the first things business students learn when they enter college. The competition to get an internship at a top company was fierce. Recruiting has to start at least a year in advance if you even want to give yourself a chance.

Luckily for you, you were the top student in your program. Well, one of the top students. Over the past four years, your position had been flip flopping with some surprisingly competent bonehead who annoyingly plagued your life.

“Excited to be graduating this semester, ___?” an all too familiar voice interrupted your studying.

“Excited to graduate as top of the class? Yes, of course,” you replied coldly. 

“Top of the class? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” the handsome boy sat on your table.

“I think it’ll be pretty much set in stone after this last final,” you returned your attention to your notes.

“Well, even if you’re number one, I think experience matters a lot in this field,” the boy refused to leave you alone. 

“Then it’s a good thing I did an internship with one of the top companies over the summer,” you glared at him.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget about the internship that you stole from me?” the boy pouted.

“I was obviously more qualified. And how could you say that when you stole my opportunity to go on a study abroad trip with my favorite professor last Spring Break? I’m still furious that he chose you over me solely because you were sleeping with his daughter,” you retorted.

“That was a coincidence! I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that,” he tried to defend himself.

“Whatever. Do me a favor and leave me alone, Hoseok. Hopefully today will be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

“That’s kind of sad to think about. Who else will get under my skin and annoy me every time they open their mouth?” Hoseok bantered, “Also, I told you to call me Hobi.”

“That would imply that we’re on friendly terms. I don’t like lying, Hoseok.”

“Fine. Good luck on that last final. See you around,” Hoseok hopped off the table and patted your head.

“Don’t touch me,” you grumbled as he walked away.

That was five years ago.

The company that you interned with gave you a job offer immediately after graduation. Quickly moving up through the ranks proved to be an easy feat since your tenacious nature made you the ideal employee. 

You were currently waiting outside of the CEO’s office. Seconds felt like hours as you mindlessly bounced your leg. It was eerily silent, and all you could hear were the click clacks of the receptionist’s keyboard as she worked. You looked around at the bleak décor that was a sorry excuse for modernism as you racked your brain. Were you in trouble? Did something happen? You were summoned up for a meeting but had no clue what it was going to be about. 

Once you were finally called in, you were greeted by both the CEO and VP of the company. 

“___, please take a seat,” the CEO politely smiled, “As you know, I am getting old. I am unmarried, so therefore I have no one to oversee the company after I’m gone. The executive council and I have been looking for people to fill my shoes. Or at the very least, take a seat on the executive council if one of them were to take my place.”

“Your numbers have been exceptional this month,” the VP chimed in, “And every month prior. After much deliberation, your name has been cast into the lot.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Being a member of the executive council at your age was almost unheard of.

“There is one other candidate that has also been hand selected at the other branch. You both are to attend a conference in which you will mingle with executives from other companies. There will also be a time in which you will pitch an idea to me on how to make this company better,” the CEO continued when he saw your loss for words.

“First and foremost I would like to thank you for this opportunity. I will do my best to live up to your expectations,” you bowed to show your gratitude. 

“Perfect. The conference is in two weeks. I believe that should give you ample time to prepare your presentation,” the VP shook your hand.

After shaking hands with the CEO, you turned to leave. However, something was nagging you. 

“May I ask who the other candidate is?” you inquired.

“Jung Hoseok from the northern branch,” the VP answered without missing a beat. 

“Ah,” your brain exploded.

“Do you know him?” the CEO asked.

“We went to college together. I know of him,” you said curtly.

“Well you’ll finally get your chance to meet him. I’ve heard he’s very popular with the ladies at his branch. That’s not pertinent to his skills; however, you can’t blame an old man for wanting to know the gossip of his own employees,” the old man chuckled.

“Of course,” you smiled politely as you excused yourself from the office.

Jung Hoseok? That douchebag? Just your luck to run into him again (to fight for the next step in your career no less!). You think back on all the run ins you had with him during your collegiate days. Nothing but irritating memories of the two of you competing for the top spot came to mind. 

Whatever. It didn’t matter who the other candidate was. You had to get to work and come up with a brilliant plan that will impress the CEO. You brushed the thought of Hoseok aside. It had been a couple of years, maybe he wouldn’t even remember you. There’s no need to stress out over something so trivial. 

The weekend of the conference had finally arrived. You were instructed to travel together with Hoseok. You waited alone at the airport terminal. If you were lucky, Hoseok wouldn’t show up at all. You weren’t. 

“___!” Hoseok called out your name in a sing songy voice.

“Hello Hoseok. Glad to see you haven’t changed,” you were already irritated.

“How are you? It’s been so long. You look great!” he went in for a hug but you turned away. 

He stood awkwardly with his arms in the air for a second until he bounced back. He took the seat next to you and began chatting. You answered his list of questions apathetically. 

“Did I do something to offend you?” Hoseok finally asked.

“I just think it’s funny that even after all these years, I still have to compete with you,” you retorted.

“Still hung up on that? It doesn’t even matter anymore. We got good jobs and now we’re here. Together! Isn’t that cool?”

“No, not at all. Although I guess it will be nostalgic coming out on top once again,” you smirked.

“Your competitive nature always amused me. You’re so cute when you lose,” Hoseok teased.

“I never lost to you,” you gasped.

“That’s not what that one study abroad trip with Professor whatshisname says,” he cooed. 

“Professor Namjoon! You knew he was my favorite, you prick. At least I graduated as top of the class with honors,” you argued. 

“My GPA was off by thousandths of a point. That doesn’t really bother me. But I’m glad you have something that makes you happy,” Hoseok shrugged. 

‘This is gonna be one long fucking weekend’, you thought. 

The flight was short and pleasant since Hoseok left you alone. You wanted to see as little of him as possible during this trip. You intended to get that promotion no matter what. 

After the plane landed, the two of you made your way to the hotel that was hosting the conference. 

“Hi, last name ___ and Jung?” you smiled at the hotel concierge. 

“Ah yes, you guys are here for the business conference?” the concierge asked.

“Indeed we are!” Hoseok chimed in from behind you.

“Alrighty, I got you guys all checked in. Enjoy your stay!” the concierge handed you a singular set of keys.

“Oh, I’m sorry, there must be a mistake. We’re in two separate rooms,” you politely tried to hand back the keys.

“The reservation is for a singular suite,” the concierge explained.

“Probably cheaper that way,” Hoseok reasoned while nodding.

Your fake smile faltered for a second. How the hell are you supposed to spend an entire weekend sharing a room with the most despicable person on the planet?

At least the hotel itself was grand. There was no way you’d ever be able to afford to stay in such a swanky place. The lobby was decorated with ornate marble pillars that were laced with gold trimmings. It even had a fancy fountain in the middle to greet incoming guests, which you thought was a bit overkill. 

“Excited to sleep with me, princess?” Hoseok teased, obviously picking up on your annoyance.

“Fuck off. Stay the hell away from my bed and my things,” you spat.

“Who’s to say that you won’t be able to stay away from my bed?” he smirked. 

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes as the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. 

You led the way to your shared suite with Hoseok. The trip was exhausting; you couldn’t wait to take a nap on your large luxurious bed that was probably topped with Egyptian cotton (one can dream). 

You immediately dropped your bags on the side of the room and flopped onto the bed, shutting your eyes. 

“Interesting,” Hoseok said.

You ignored him.

“Very interesting,” he continued. 

“What? What is so interesting?” you sat up and glared at him in frustration.

“Take a quick glance around the room,” he suggested.

Your heart sank, “No fucking way.”

You loved this trope in fanfics, but in real life? Fuck no, not with this asshole. Yes, there was only one luxurious king sized bed in the room. 

“Well, looks like you're going to sleep on the floor,” you smiled sweetly at him.

“The bed is huge, we can definitely share,” Hoseok argued.

“I think the fuck not,” you dropped back onto the bed, “I’m sure you’ll whore your way into someone else’s bed each night anyway.”

“I don’t think I need to, not when I’m already sharing a bed with you,” he flirted.

“Bite me, Hoseok,” you sighed, not in the mood for a tit for tat.

“Are you into that? I’d happily oblige,” he responded as he sat on the other side of the bed.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential information that you are not privy to,” you huffed, turning away from him.

“Are you really going to make me sleep on the floor?” he asked quietly. 

“Would you listen to me if I said I wanted you to?” you were curious to know.

“Look, I’ll admit that I can be an asshole, but I’m not a creep. If you’re really not comfortable with sharing a bed with me I’ll sleep on the floor. All I’d ask of you is to spare me a pillow.”

There was a short silence as you mulled over your options. 

“Fine, we can share the bed. But I demand a pillow divider to be set between us,” you caved.

“Wahoo! Thank you so much for your generosity, ___. Do you want to use the bathroom to get ready for bed first, or shall I?” Hoseok celebrated.

“I’ll get ready first,” you lazily rolled off the bed and trudged to the bathroom.

You were so tired that you missed hearing Hoseok’s soft chuckle as he watched you stumble to the bathroom. He patiently waited for you to finish before it was his turn to get ready for bed. You were sound asleep by the time he was done.

The blankets were haphazardly sprawled out on your side of the bed. One leg was under the covers while the other was completely exposed. Your mouth was agape with a bit of drool seeping out, and your shirt lifted up to expose some of your tummy.

Hoseok smiled at the sight. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever be lucky enough to see you like this. He pulled down your shirt in an attempt to make you look decent, but there was nothing he could do about your drooling. He tucked you into the sheets properly, making sure that the blankets covered you up to your neck.

He settled into his side of the bed. You forgot to put up the pillow divider. Hoseok stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He turned over to face you in an attempt to get comfortable. 

‘She looks so sweet. Almost cute,’ Hoseok thought. 

He quickly brushed the thought aside. You were his rival, and have been since the first day of college years ago. He sat up and created a pillow barrier. Bickering with you first thing in the morning was the last thing he wanted. 

The first day of the conference was filled with attending various meetings while attempting to make as many networking connections as possible. You got up early and left the room before Hoseok was even awake. The less time spent with him, the better. 

Of course, completely avoiding him was impossible. You were to sit with your respective company during the meetings and presentations. The VP sat between you and Hoseok, while the CEO switched between sitting on either side. You were thankful for the separation, but nervous nonetheless.

The CEO would occasionally lean over to ask you questions about the presentations, and he intently listened to your responses. The VP would merely look over occasionally to give you a smile or wink; he acted more like moral support. You knew the entire weekend would practically be an interview, but you underestimated how anxiety inducing it would be. 

The higher ups finally left you alone when lunchtime came around. You picked up your lunch in the hotel’s decadent ballroom that had been turned into an eating area. You scouted an empty table in the far corner of the room in the hopes of finding some peace and quiet.

Hoseok had other plans. He saw you sit down at the table and happily followed you.

“Hey there buddy!” he greeted you as he sat down.

“Shouldn’t you be networking with new people?” you rolled your eyes at him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“I’ve been doing that since before you were awake. I think I deserve a break,” you replied.

“I forgot that you’re quite the hard worker. I couldn’t have asked for better competition,” he said.

“Was that a compliment?” you asked with an amused grin.

“Yeah, and it’s the only one you’ll ever get from me. Is your pitch to the CEO ready?” Hoseok inquired.

“It has been. And no, I’m not going to tell you what it is,” you proudly answered.

“Oh c’mon! Mine is ready too! You’re a damn fool if you think I’m gonna steal your idea. I’m just curious,” he pouted.

“Fine. I’ll tell you if you tell me yours first,” you offered.

“So distrustful,” Hoseok feigned offense, “Okay, so I think offering higher bonuses for working overtime would be a good start. There could even be competitive bonuses in each department for the person who gets the best numbers that month.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” you said at first, “But don’t you think that would just create more animosity between coworkers?”

“I think competition is a healthy motivation factor. It worked for me in college,” Hoseok defended his idea.

“Everyone is competitive in college. Especially in the business schools,” you argued.

“Yeah, but not everyone is you,” Hoseok stated. 

“Excuse me?”

“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t be here today if you weren’t always on my ass,” he admitted, “Being your rival was kinda fun. You got flustered so easily, it was almost cute.”

“I do not get flustered easily! Plus, it was always you who was on my ass,” you huffed.

“I see that you still do,” Hoseok laughed, “But seriously. The universe brought us together again so I guess it’s telling me to thank you.”

“That’s uncharacteristically nice of you to say,” you looked away from him to hide your reddening cheeks, “You pushed me too, so thanks for that...I guess.”

“Mhm, no problem buddy. I’ll see you in the next presentation room,” he got up to leave.

“Wait Hoseok!” you called after him.

“Yeah?” he turned around quickly.

“I didn’t tell you my idea--”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s brilliant,” he winked before walking away.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. You retired to your room, exhausted from all the forced socialization. Your mind was stuck on what Hoseok said earlier. Maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as you thought. Perhaps you mistook a friendly rivalry for toxic competition.

You were sprawled out across the bed in your pjs when Hoseok entered the room.

“Are you gonna sleep like that?” he asked.

“You’re gonna have to forcibly remove me from your side if you want it that badly,” you replied with your eyes still closed. 

“That’s fine,” Hoseok said as he abruptly rolled you over to your side.

“Hey!” you squeaked out in protest.

“It was either that, or I laid on top of you and suffocated you.”

“Hmph,” you let out a displeased noise.

“Oh my god, you’re so bratty. How old are you?” Hoseok chuckled.

“Old enough to know that you’re a meanie,” your response was muffled by the pillow you buried your face in.

“Sorry I’m a what?” Hoseok teased.

“A meanie!” you quickly got up and slammed a pillow into Hoseok, catching him by surprise.

“I’m the meanie? You just pelted me with a pillow!” he cowered away from you.

“And I’ll do it again!” you threatened.

“I don’t think so,” Hoseok suddenly lurched forward, tackling you back onto your side of the bed.

You’re both laughing at this point. Seeing Hoseok up close and personal made you realize how handsome he truly was. Had he always been this attractive? Hoseok’s cheerful laugh echoed throughout the room as he loomed over you, pinning you down.

“I’ll get off if you promise not to hit me with a pillow ever again,” Hoseok tried to say in a serious tone, but his smile betrayed him.

“Sorry, I can’t make such a ridiculous promise,” you sassed.

“God, you really are so bratty. Kinda cute, kinda naughty,” Hoseok tsked.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

Hoseok leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Oh, I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

That sent chills down your spine. This was perhaps the most intimate moment you’ve shared with someone in a long time. 

“Keep dreaming then, lover boy,” you said. Truth be told, just that one sentence turned you on, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“As you wish,” Hoseok released you and retreated back to his side of the bed. 

“Maybe you aren’t as big of an asshole as I remembered,” you chuckled.

“You thought I was an asshole?” Hoseok laughed.

“I did. Maybe I still do. Not that it matters, we’ll never see each other again after this stupid conference.”

“That’s not true,” Hoseok disagreed, “I’ll be on the executive council, so you may see me from time to time.”

“I like the confidence. Too bad it’s in vain,” you teased, “I’m going to bed. Our day starts early tomorrow.”

“Our?”

“The. The day starts early tomorrow. Just go to bed Hoseok,” your turned over to conceal the faint smile on your face. Maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall. 

The second day of the conference started off as boring as the previous day. The various presenters droned on about different strategies regarding the improvement of a company with a plethora of charts and numbers to back it all up. The CEO wasn’t as talkative today to either you or Hoseok. The VP still made his reassuring gestures to you, flashing smiles and winks here and there.

“Can I see you privately after the last morning presentation?” the VP whispered to you.

“Yes, of course!” you excitedly answer. Currying the VP’s favor may come in handy later. 

After the last presentation, the VP discreetly led you to a vacant corner. His tone became serious as he began to speak.

“The CEO discussed his initial thoughts with me last night. I know I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but he’s currently leaning towards Hoseok,” he explained.

The news made your heart sink.

“I’d rather see you on the executive council, if I’m being frank. My pride is on the line since I recommended you,” his voice lowered, “However, I think there is a way to sway his opinion.”

“Which is?” you eagerly asked. 

“Someone might overhear here, meet me in my room in an hour,” the VP covertly handed you his room key.

He walked away without another word. The fact that the VP was on your side gave you a faint sliver of hope. The next hour of free time was spent frantically networking while your mind was obviously elsewhere. Every now and then you heard Hoseok’s voice, and just the sound of it spurred you on to make even more connections. By the end of it, your face began to hurt from all the fake smiling. 

You were standing in front of the VP’s hotel room exactly an hour after your secret rendezvous. The door opened immediately after you knocked.

“You’re extremely punctual; that’s wonderful,” the VP observed as you entered, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You scoured the room to find a place to sit. Your uneasiness must have been obvious, as the VP gestured towards the bed.

“Thank you,” you said as you awkwardly sat at the edge of the bed, “What is your plan?”

“It’s quite simple actually,” the VP sat beside you, “I just need to get to know you better. That way I can give an authentic and flawless review to the CEO.”

“So, you’re going to conduct an in-depth interview?” you asked timidly as you noticed him scooting closer to you.

“You could say that,” he voice lowered as he rested his hand on your thigh, “We have about 45 free minutes remaining. I believe you should make the most of this interview, Miss ___,” he smiled slyly as his hand began to travel upwards.

“How dare you?!” you yelled as you abruptly pushed him off of you, “I’m going to report you to HR!”

“Then say goodbye to your promotion. You really think you were chosen just because your numbers have been decent? You definitely were not the CEO’s first choice. He didn’t even know who you were. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here,” he explained with a shit eating grin. 

“Then why the hell would you even bring me up to the CEO? Just so you could try and sleep with me?” you were enraged.

“Don’t blame me for wanting some eye candy to entertain me during this god awful convention,” he smirked.

“Fuck you, you fucking pig,” you spat.

“Ohhh feisty. I like that in a girl. If you leave now, you can kiss that promotion goodbye,” the VP called out to you as you stormed towards the door.

“And you can kiss my ass, and shove that promotion up yours,” you snapped, flipping him off before slamming the door behind you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you made your way to your room. You were absolutely distraught. Had all your hard work been for nothing? Had you been nothing but a pretty sight for men to stare at for the past five years?

You entered your hotel room to find Hoseok laying on the bed. You quickly wiped away your tears; you hadn’t expected him to be there. He appeared to be taking a nap. You watched his chest rise and fall slowly as you snuck into the bathroom. You freshened yourself up to the best of your abilities. Maybe a little power nap would help calm your nerves. Too bad Hoseok was taking up the bed. Fuck.

You left the bathroom to see if maybe you could curl up in one of the corners of the bed. Luckily, Hoseok was on his side of the bed. You set a timer for half an hour and slowly crawled under the covers. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them.

“If you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just let me know,” Hoseok’s voice surprised you.

“Well, I don’t. Leave me alone,” you responded.

“What if I want to cuddle?” he asked.

“There is an abundance of perfectly good pillows for you to use,” you sighed, then sniffled a little.

“Are you sick?” Hoseok asked with a worried tone.

“No, I’m fine,” you answered quickly, panicking. 

“___, what’s wrong?” Hoseok was sitting up now.

“Nothing, leave me alone,” you turned away.

“If you insist, I won’t push it. Just know that you can talk to me if you need to,” he offered.

You heard him get off the bed. You pulled the sheets over your head to hide your face. You cried silently as Hoseok shuffled around the room, presumably getting ready to leave. Suddenly, he pounced on you.

“Hoseok! What the fu--” you cried out as he yanked the sheets off of you.

“Surprise attack!” he gleefully exclaimed. 

His expression quickly changed when he saw your tear streaked face. You looked up at him with puffy eyes. You were too exhausted to hold your cold stare. Instead, you looked away in embarrassment.

“___, what happened?” he asked softly.

“It doesn’t matter. But congrats, you basically got the promotion,” you laughed in defeat.

“You spoke with the CEO?” Hoseok was shocked.

“No, with the VP. That stupid son of a bitch. He--nevermind. I blew my chance, so the job is all yours. I am almost positive that I am unemployed now as well,” the tears returned and you couldn’t stop them.

“Hey, ___, it’s okay,” Hoseok tried to comfort you, “If the CEO didn’t tell you himself, then you can’t be 100% certain.”

“I was literally only invited because the VP tried to get in my pants!” you blurted out.

“What?” Hoseok was dumbfounded.

“He just told me that I’d have the job if I had sex with him. Can you fucking believe that? How long have I not been taken seriously? This has been so demoralizing,” you let it all out.

“Aw, c’mere,” Hoseok pulled you up and gave you a warm embrace, “What did you say to him?”

“I told him to shove it,” you sniffled against his firm chest. 

“There’s the you I know. You haven’t changed a bit,” he chuckled, “We can talk to the CEO together tomorrow about this.”

“Why would you help me? The promotion is basically yours because of this,” you sighed.

“I don’t really care for it, if I’m being honest. I’m satisfied with my job now. I don’t want any more responsibilities,” he answered while stroking your hair. 

“Then why are you here?” you looked up at him.

“I only agreed to come after they told me that you’d be here,” he admitted. 

You didn’t know what to say. Too many things have happened in the past hour alone. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I was just curious to see how you’ve been after all these years. Plus a free trip is always enticing. Getting to share a bed with you has just been an added bonus,” he smiled.

Your timer rang, causing you to break away from Hoseok’s arms. 

“Guess it’s time to go to more boring meetings. Yay,” Hoseok feigned enthusiasm. 

“I’m gonna stay here. There’s no point in me attending anymore,” you stated.

“Nope, you’re going. I’m dragging you with me! You gotta show the VP that he didn’t frazzle you at all. Fuck that guy. Well, not literally,” Hoseok was pulling you out of bed.

Hoseok subtly made sure that you sat between him and the CEO the entire time. You caught him giving the VP dirty looks, which made you feel a little better. 

You quickly excused yourself after the last meeting and tried to make a break for your room. Unfortunately, Hoseok prevented you from doing so. 

“You got a date for the banquet tonight?” he asked.

“No. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem because I’m not going. Have fun with your date though,” you shook your head.

“Who said I had a date?”

“I’m sure women were basically throwing themselves at you.”

“You’re not wrong, but I turned them all down. I have my eyes set on one gal.”

“Lucky her, I guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Indeed. Although I still gotta ask her,” he looked around the room as if he was searching for her.

“You better hurry. Isn’t it in a couple hours?”

“Yep. Alright, here goes nothing!” Hoseok rushed off, finally giving you the chance to disappear.

You let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors start to close. However, someone’s hand shot through at the last second. Hoseok stumbled in as the elevator doors reopened. You groaned. Why can’t you escape him?

“Did she say yes?” you asked with an indifferent tone.

“Not sure yet. Will you go to the banquet with me?” Hoseok asked.

“Fuck off.”

“Alright, well she just said no. Ouch,” Hoseok clicked his tongue. 

“Wait, are you being serious?” your eyes widened.

“If the word ‘date’ threw you off, then I’m happy with going as friends,” he proposed. 

“I’m flattered, but I’m really not in the mood to party with random strangers.”

“You don’t have to. Just party with me. Why would I let you be sad and mopey all alone in a hotel room when you could be drinking free booze?”

“Is the alcohol is free?”

“Duh, it’s all being charged to the company. Plus dinner is served.”

“Ok fine, I’ll go. I guess I didn’t pack that stupid dress for nothing.”

“Let’s not allow a gorgeous dress to go to waste,” Hoseok agreed.

“You haven’t even seen it,” you suppressed a smile. 

“Anything can be gorgeous if you’re the one wearing it,” he winked.

“Oh, shut up,” a small smile cracked on your face.

Hoseok was the first to get ready for the banquet. He wanted your look to be a surprise so he insisted on going first. You were beginning to find his weird yet endearing antics kind of cute.

You weren’t prepared when he came out of the bathroom. You were well aware that Hoseok was a handsome guy, maybe even handsome enough to model. However, you weren’t ready when Hoseok emerged in a grey suit with his hair styled to reveal his forehead. His radiance was comparable to that of the sun, and he only shone brighter when he smiled at you. 

“You look good,” you tried to act cool.

“Thank you! I’ll admit I do enjoy dressing up from time to time. But who doesn’t, am I right?” he beamed.

You nodded as you hauled your things into the bathroom. After about an hour, you were ready: fully dressed, makeup done, confidence soaring. You had forgotten how therapeutic dressing up could be. 

Your dress was a deep emerald green that was elegant yet seductive. It had a side slit that flirtatiously showed off one of your legs. The neckline gracefully outlined your cleavage while still remaining on the classy side.

“Holy shit. You look amazing!” Hoseok praised you as soon as you stepped out.

“I was only trying to match you,” you said shyly, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’ll be the most breathtaking duo there. Shall we depart?” he extended out an arm.

The dinner started out with boring speeches by people you didn’t care to remember the names of. Hoseok elected to sit at the table furthest away from the stage, which was an excellent choice. That allowed the two of you to chat the night away in hushed voices. You both had already gone through five glasses of wine by the time the speeches were finally over. 

“The dance floor is now open! Enjoy the rest of the night, and don’t forget that there’s an open bar!” the MC shouted through the mic.

The lights dimmed and a disco ball lowered in the center of the room. People began to crowd the dance floor. You laughed with Hoseok as you both observed various awkward shuffles and sways. 

“Wanna dance?” Hoseok yelled over the music.

“I can’t!” you yelled back.

“I’m sure you can! Let’s go!” Hoseok didn’t wait for a reply.

He dragged you to an empty space on the dance floor. The two of you began drawing attention to yourselves as soon as you stepped out. Two beauties were dancing in the open for everyone to see. You shyly swayed to the rhythm of the music and laughed at Hoseok’s silly moves. However, Hoseok began to move in a way that was absolutely bewitching. He looked like a professional dancer with the way he commanded his body to hit every beat. Hoseok had drawn a very large crowd as people began cheering him on. 

You were amazed by his stage presence. You’ve always had a thing for dancers, and he looked downright sexy. The song ended and Hoseok gave his audience a dramatic bow, awarding him deafening applause. 

“I didn’t know you could dance!” you shouted when he returned to your side.

“I like to dance in my free time! Did you like it?” he shouted back.

“I’ll admit it was sexy,” you laughed.

“You think I’m sexy?”

“Maybe I do,” you winked.

You had more fun than you expected while dancing with Hoseok. He made you feel secure, so you were able to let loose. You didn’t care what you looked like, as long as Hoseok was there with you. 

The night progressed and you began to feel bold. A particularly raunchy song came on, as if it were asking you to grind on Hoseok. And that’s exactly what you did. You guided his hands to your hips as you grinded into his crotch

“You sure you wanna be doing that?” Hoseok spoke into your ear with a low voice.

“Absolutely,” you replied.

Hoseok spun you around and gazed at you intimately while he brought you closer into his body. Various body parts were rubbing against each other now. The sexual tension was palpable. 

Hoseok’s hands were running up and down your body, and your mouth was dangerously close to his neck. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. You couldn’t help yourself; you leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his neck. His low growl was an indication that he liked it, so you kissed him again with more vigor. 

“You’re going to have to stop,” he scolded.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Did I overstep your boundaries?” you were embarrassed.

“Absolutely not. But I can’t fuck you out here in public now can I?” he towed you off the dance floor and made a beeline for the elevators. 

Thank god no one else was in the elevator, neither of you could keep your paws off of each other. Hoseok’s hands were unabashedly feeling you up and down while his crotch was slowly grinding into yours. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you planted kisses along his sharp jawline.

Hoseok couldn’t stop whispering naughty things into your ear during the entire elevator trip up to your shared room. His lowered voice sent chills down your spine as he expressed just how eager he was to finally have you. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

“I wanted to strip off that dress the moment I saw you wearing it,” he cooed, “God, I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look underneath me.”

“Hoseok, do you ever shut up?” you teased with a coy smile.

“I dunno, you might have to make me,” he played along.

“Maybe sitting on your handsome face will do the trick,” you said as you nipped his ear.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

The elevator doors finally opened, and Hoseok quickly dragged you out. He immediately tore off your dress the moment the hotel room door was closed. You did him the same favor as you frantically unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned body. 

“Why don’t you be a good boy and wait for me on the bed?” you suggested.

“Yes ma’am,” he complied, his eyes never leaving your body.

“Like what you see?” you asked, turning around slowly to fully show off the lingerie that perfectly complimented your body. 

“You are so fucking sexy, ___,” Hoseok smiled in awe.

“I’m so glad you think so. You’re not too bad yourself,” you winked at him.

You finally joined Hoseok on the bed. You kiss his body from his abdomen all the way up his chest before stopping at his mouth. You took a second to relish the feeling of his plush lips against yours before he deepened the kiss with a ferocious intensity. 

“Wanna try and shut me up now?” Hoseok lifted his eyebrows suggestively once the kiss broke.

“With pleasure,” you responded as you began to position yourself above him, “Wait, do you want me to take this off?” you gestured to your undergarments.

“No need,” he said before abruptly pulling aside your panties.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his face and stopped when you felt his breath on your pussy. Hoseok impatiently gripped your hips and pulled you directly onto his tongue. The sudden contact made you gasp. Hoseok didn’t waste any time getting down to business.

He flattened his tongue out to cover as much area as possible as he licked across your folds. He expertly flicked and lapped your pussy in the perfect places. Your legs began to tremble, and you had to grip onto the bed’s headboard for support. 

You looked down to see the beautiful man’s face buried in your pussy; that sight alone was almost enough to bring you over the edge. Hoseok’s hands slithered their way up to your chest, where he began to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples through your bra. 

“You taste--so good,” Hoseok panted out from underneath you.

“Should I get off--fuck!” you were interrupted by Hoseok sucking on your clit.

His mouth was heaven sent. Your body began to heat up and soon you lost the strength to hold yourself up even against the headboard. 

You cried out as you came all over Hoseok’s face. His face was glistening with your juices as he smiled up at you. He seductively licked his lips to taste you again.

“Your turn?” you asked.

“As much as I wanna see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I think I need to be inside you more,” he replied as he repositioned himself.

He stripped off the rest of his clothing. You watched with admiration as more of his skin became exposed.

“You can take off the fancy underwear now,” he said once he caught you staring.

“You don’t want to see it anymore?” you fakeed a pout.

“___, you’re drop dead gorgeous in it. However, I advise you to take it off yourself because I won’t hold back. I don’t want to ruin your underwear, just you,” he replied.

Hoseok mixed in little nibbles while he kissed along your neck. Your voice dripped with bliss as you quietly moaned. 

“I guess you do like being bitten, huh? What about this?” Hoseok licked your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“I think I like that too,” you whispered, biting your lip.

You wriggled out of your undergarments, leaving yourself completely naked in front of Hoseok. You pull at the hem of Hoseok’s underwear, eager to see what he was packing.

You were not disappointed. Although he was well endowed, what he lacked in length was made up for in girth. 

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m pretty sure I’m clean. I haven’t been intimate in an embarrassingly long amount of time,” you admitted, blushing.

“I find that hard to believe,” Hoseok said while kissing around your face, “Since you’re so damn beautiful,” his lips found yours and led you into a passionate kiss. 

His hips began to grind into yours, his dick rubbing against your bare pussy. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him closer.

“Please don’t tease me,” you pleaded.

“What are the magic words?” Hoseok teased.

“Fuck me, Hobi,” you begged.

“Oh my fucking god,” he growled.

He slammed his hips into yours, not giving you enough time to adjust to him. The stretch was intense at first, but it soon turned into nothing but pleasure. Your euphoria grew as he rhythmically bucked his hips into you. 

Hoseok spread your legs out as wide as you could go, giving him quite the erotic view that only aroused him more. You tried to stifle your moans, but were failing miserably.

“Don’t hold back baby, let me hear you. Show me how good I make you feel,” he leaned over to whisper into your ear. 

You complied instantly, your moans resounding around the room. Hoseok’s position allowed him to hit you deeply with every stroke. Without a word, he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your knees. He roughly forced your chest down, leaving your ass in the air for him.

“Your ass is so fucking fat,” he said as his hand connected with your bare skin, causing you to shriek.

He kissed it afterward while his fingers teased your clit. He realigned himself with your entrance. This new position was even better than the last. You could no longer hold in your moans even if you wanted to. Hoseok repeatedly hit your g-spot, and you could feel another orgasm welling up within you.

“Hobi, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out.

“Say that again,” he demanded.

“I-i’m gonna cum!”

“No, not that. That’s hot but call me Hobi again,” he chuckled.

“Hobi!” you said with an exasperated tone.

“Yes princess? Fuck, I’m close,” Hoseok’s movements were becoming more haphazard by the second.

“Hobi, right there oh my god keep going please,” you begged, “Hobi...ah shit!” you came undone.

It wasn’t long after until Hoseok followed suit, pulling out to cum all over your ass. He rolled off the bed to get something to clean you up with. 

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asked.

“Better. You?” you answered.

“Doing pretty well. I fucked the girl of my dreams,” he said gleefully.

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed him.

“I’m serious. I’ve adored you since college. I lived for your playful banter,” he began to explain.

“It wasn’t playful,” you interjected.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s what made it fun! All the other girls just wanted to be with me for my looks or whatever. None of them knew the real me.”

“And I did?”

“More so than most. You always pushed me to do my best. I really just wanted to be good enough for you. Kind of silly huh? I even dated that girl in an attempt to make you jealous. Which backfired since her dad was Professor whatshisface who took me on that trip,” Hoseok opened up.

“Hobi I...I’m so sorry. I was such a bitch to you back then. And now too I guess. My competitive side gets the better of me. I was always annoyed by how you were seemingly good at everything. It even irritated me that you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life,” you began to apologize, “Oh, and his name is Namjoon. Professor Namjoon.”

“Thanks for reminding me. I hate to admit it but he made me a little jealous. I wanted you to praise me the way you praised him. Anyway, things can change now that everything's out in the open,” Hoseok smiled, “You’re even calling me Hobi! I’ve been dreaming about this moment.”

“Was it everything you ever hoped for?” you joked.

“You said it when you asked me to fuck you, then you said it multiple times while I was balls deep inside of you. So yeah, I would say it was everything I could’ve hoped for, if not more,” he pulled you into his chest.

The two of you continued talking for what felt like hours while cuddling. You hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. You were nearly asleep on his chest when he stroked a strand of hair from your face. 

“Tomorrow will be interesting, huh?” he said softly.

“I guess I still have to pitch my idea to the CEO,” you sighed softly, “What a waste of time.”

“It’s not a waste of time if you’re gonna get the promotion,” Hoseok reprimanded.

“I already told you, I’m not. The VP will make sure that you get it. This is good for you. Don’t worry about me,” you kissed his cheek, “We should get some sleep now.”

“Alright. Goodnight, ___,” he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight Hobi.”

“Fuck, I really love when you say that.”

It was time. Time to pitch your idea to the CEO for no damn reason. You were beyond nervous, and Hoseok could tell. He tried to ease your nerves by giving you a firm shoulder massage as you both waited to be called into a small conference room.

The VP emerged, ignoring your mean scowl, and called Hoseok in to present first. Of course he would go first, no need to waste time hearing your proposal.

It was an anxiety riddled wait. You recounted the previous day’s events, which was a mistake because that only infuriated you. The whole situation was an affront on your character, and you will not stand for it. You debated giving the VP another piece of your mind at the end of everything. 

“___, you’re up,” the VP called you after Hobi finished.

“You’re gonna kill it,” Hobi encouraged you, coupled with a pat on the back.

“This is pointless and you know that,” you sighed.

Hobi shook his head in disagreement. It was heartwarming to see how supportive he was being. Maybe it was due to the fact that the job was practically his already. It doesn’t matter now. 

“Good morning gentlemen,” you greet them.

“The floor is yours, Miss ___,” the CEO responded cordially.

“I’ll keep it short and simple. I propose that the best way to improve the company is to shorten work day hours and increase PTO days,” you said confidently.

“Is that it? Can you expound on that?” the VP cynically asked. 

“Yes, I’m so glad you asked,” you smiled coldly, “Studies show that employees are exponentially more productive when they are happier. Not only will the company become more efficient, but the overall company atmosphere will become more positive. Interpersonal relationships between employees and bosses will improve in an appropriate professional manner,” you glared at the VP.

“That’s a very interesting take,” the CEO said thoughtfully, “Do you have any suggestions regarding the actual work that the company does?”

“No sir. The company has been thriving, so I believe that the way things are running now are proficient. However, as a company, we should always be willing to listen to our employees’ concerns,” you stated.

“You’ve brought up interesting points to the table. As an employee, do you have any concerns you’d like to express?” the CEO asked.

“There is one pressing matter that comes to mind,” you stole a glance at the VP to see him shift uncomfortably in his seat, “I firmly expect that employee/supervisor relationships should be strictly professional.”

“Are you just giving us your opinion on office romances?” the VP sneered.

“I believe that trying to use intimacy as leverage is highly immoral, if not a fireable offense,” you held your ground.

“Of course,” the CEO agreed.

“Then said employee would simply need to file a complaint with HR,” the VP dismissed you.

“What better way to get my complaint heard than speaking directly to the CEO?” you smiled sweetly, “Sir, yesterday the man sitting beside you crudely suggested that I sleep with him in order to gain the promotion. He also alluded that all of my accomplishments are for naught, and that I am purely ‘eye candy’.”

“Is this true?” the CEO asked his VP in dismay.

“Of course not. She’s grasping at straws. Look how desperate she is to get the job,” the VP quickly defended himself.

“I am not lying. I am fully prepared to be fired on the spot. I cannot continue to work at a company that allows this kind of sloppy behavior to go unpunished. Thank you for your time,” you bowed and quickly took your leave.

You released a huge sigh as soon as you were outside of the room. Hobi rushed over to your side. Suddenly, you began to laugh hysterically. Hobi looked at you nervously, obviously concerned about your mental state.

“Isn’t it so funny? All my hard work had just been flushed down the toilet by a stupid man drunk on power. I love that!” you wheezed.

“___, ___ calm down. What happened?” Hobi inquired. 

You told him what just went down. A smile crept across his face as you got to the part where you put the VP on the spot. 

“I wouldn’t count yourself out just yet dude,” Hoseok shrugged, “All we can do is wait.”

“Yeah, I’ll be the first one to congratulate you on your new job. Then I’ll begin my search for a new one,” you gave him a thumbs up.

The VP stumbled out of the room and angrily stomped towards the both of you.

“You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are? Do you even know what you’ve done? I know people. I’m gonna make sure your life is hell!” he yelled at you.

“That’s enough! You have been dismissed. I do not want to see your face around here again. Clean out your office on Monday,” the CEO ordered, “Would the both of you please follow me back into the room?”

You both timidly followed him, curious as to what he had to say.

“I apologize on behalf of the company for this incident. This isn’t the first time a complaint has been filed against him. Unfortunately, he always told me that they were just futile grasps for leverage and I foolishly believed him. However, his loss is your gain,” he smiled, “How would you like to be my new Vice President?”

You were agog. Hoseok’s eyes widened as he stood beside you.

“Surely there are more qualified people,” you stammered in disbelief.

“There definitely are. But none of them are what this company needs. It takes a special person to have their rival pitch all the reasons why you are a better candidate than they are,” the CEO happily nodded.

“I- he what?” you cast a surprised look at Hobi.

“Oh yes. He spent all his time highlighting your best qualities as an employee. It was quite a shock,” the CEO smiled.

“I will humbly accept your offer. Thank you so much sir, I will work even harder!” you bowed gratefully.

“That brings me to Mr. Jung. The position on the executive council is yours, if you want it,” the CEO offered.

“If the offer is unopposed, then I have no choice but to accept. I will do my best!” Hobi joined in your bowing. 

“Wonderful! It’ll be refreshing to see some lively young faces at those atrocious meetings,” the CEO laughed, “Oh, and one more thing. The two of you will have to relocate to the main branch, I hope that’s okay. I look forward to working with both of you.”

You both nodded gleefully. After the CEO dismissed the pair of you, the trip back up to your hotel room was nothing but joyous. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from. You even pinched each other to make sure it was all real. 

“I can’t believe you were advocating for me,” you hugged him.

“You deserve it. Your impressive diligence should not go unrewarded,” he squeezed you tighter, “Plus, this ended up being pretty sweet! Congratulations to both of us!”

“We need to go out to celebrate!” you wiggled.

“Yes! Let me take you out,” Hobi tackled you onto the bed.

“Where shall we go?” you playfully ask.

“Maybe we should go explore our new city together?” he suggested.

“Our?”

“Yes, our. And when I say I’m gonna take you out, I mean as a date. Because I want to date you. And have been wanting to for years,” Hoseok charismatically emphasized.

“I’m looking forward to starting this new chapter of my life with you then, Mr. Jung Hoseok,” you press your forehead against his. 

“Imma be all up in your bidness girl,” he joked.

“Your business is my business now loser,” you teased back. 

Looks like all that hard work had paid off, and there’s no better reward than finally being with Jung Hoseok.  

Published May 13, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.