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TOKKI'S MASTERLIST

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[luvt0kki]

𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ot8!Ateez x f!reader

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sci-fi/futuristic space AU

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

- ship design | members rooms

synopsis : Former Noble turned space pirate, Wooyoung was now part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. Sure he’s only known them for six months but there’s only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next. The ship was their home, his home…and the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet.

But he hasn’t met one person of the crew…and he didn’t know that.

cw: n$fw, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT eventual smut, slow burn, lots of teasing, mentions of assassination, thievery, space pirate stuff?, violence, alcohol, clubbing, parties, fembodied reader, polyamory, some fluff, relationships , intergalactic stuff? Spaceship things yes yes, traveling the galaxy, dark pasts, Former Prince! Yeosang , Former Noble!Wooyoung, Assassin!San and yuh space pirate roles better to read to get a grip on each characters roles || REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

001 | not everyone gets that privilege

002 | earned it

003 | on this ship

004 | burning desire 005 | the morning after

INTERLUDE | opening sequence

006 |

007 |

008 |

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Epilogue

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[tokkizland]

sugar rush - jinsol bae

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. : SUGAR RUSH - TOKKIZ

pairing: bae jinsol x fem!reader

cw: smut, g!p bae, y/n’s pussy referred to as cunt (ofc for my first fic)

a/n: okay but this thought of mine just popped in my head like a balloon. i love this ☺️

had a thought about you going on the beach and being a bitch so bae has to fuck you there ☺️ but no seriously. take a sec to think about this w me real quick..

so, like, when you and bae get to the beach, you literally start teasing her completely when she’s trying to build a sandcastle. you’re now over here saying shit like “i can be the flag to your sandcastle”, or “need some help?” and those 2 sayings mean your going to ride her di—I MEAN “accidentally” sit on her sandcastle 😣 that’s meannn.. but you don’t care 😚

after all that teasing, bae had enough of your teasing and rudeness towards her. you know that cunt is now gonna get clapped like your fucking hands 😏 but for her to breed you at the beach, where anyone could see? of course you’re gonna get all whiny about that. “jinsol! we can’t do it here! we’ll easily get shot looks!” you complain 😖

but does she give a fuck? does she? does she does she does she? absolutely not! 😼 but she would definitely put you on her lap, pull down your bottom part of your 2 piece, and literally just slam her dick in you as if it wasn’t even hard 🤧

as she literally is pounding up into your tiny cunt, she’s now whispering things like “i’m the sandcastle now, and you’re my flag” okay that was corny as fuck.. or “you probably love coming to the beach and being a bitch, hm?”

as she finished, she watched her cum leak out of your ass and on to the sandcastle she made, and she looks at you with a smirk, before slapping your ass. “i think that was the final touch for my sandcastle, hm?” was the only thing you heard from her mouth.

okay i’m so sorry but I love this thought.. thank you mind for bringing this in my bigass head 🥰

[http-tokki]

~ satoru gojo x fem!reader ~tags/cw: smut, workplace sex, explicit language, sort con non con, gojo being too horny to wait till closing. ~ wc: 727 ~ Co-worker Gojo fucking you in the backroom

Satoru had been shamelessly flirting with you all day.

He had taken every opportunity he could to touch you while you were serving or helping out a client. Walking behind you under the guise of trying to get past, hand brushing along to small of your back and hips grazing against your body so you could feel how hard he was behind the zipper of his slacks. Mindlessly dropping stock and asking you to pick it up because 'you're closer to the ground' and then remarking on how good you looked looking up at him. Things that would get him fired for sexual harassment if you weren't already fucking him after every shift in the back of his car. 

You weren't exactly innocent either. Bending over in front of him, making sure to wear a lowcut blouse, ogling him every chance you got, wishing desperately you could just close the store for a few minutes so he could fuck you dumb in the bathroom. You were aching, dripping, so fucking wet for him you could feel it soaking through your panties and onto your thighs. If he didn't fuck you today, this would be such a pain to clean up. Thankfully he decided to. 

Closing the doors and putting up a small make-shift Be back in 15 sign as if to say you were on break, before storming into the backroom to fuck you. He didn't even give you time to adjust or warn that he had even whipped it out, before you felt him sliding up behind you, one hand grabbing onto your shoulder to pull you up, another gliding down the front of your dress and disappearing between your legs. He liked the way you jumped at his touch, clearly startled by the sudden contact. 

"Satoru-" you started, confusion lacing his name. 

"I need to fuck you right now or I'm going to cum in my pants" was his answer as he slides your panties down your thighs. Not fully off but just enough for him to spread your legs apart and sink into you. 

You gasp as he slides in, gripping the shelf in front of you for support as you see stars and feel the earth shift beneath your feet. Gojo pulls back out, hovering over your aching cunt, the hand on your shoulder pushing you down until you were bent over, and only then did he start to move again. One hand still between your legs, he made quick work of finding your clit and pressing down. You had already gotten off his morning, thoughts of Gojo plaguing your mind to the point of insanity. Your clit was still overstimulated so each brush of his fingers had you seeing stars. The sex was rough and dirty, his hands slipping from your shoulder to grip your hair from the base of your scalp. Satoru comes quickly, spilling into you with a guttural groan, your name a whine on his tongue. He knows you're not finished, has fucked you enough to know how what it felt like when you were close and this time you weren’t. So he drops to his knees, hiking your skirt up enough for him to devour your sopping pussy. His tongue licks up and swirls at your clit, tasting himself as well as you. His fingers come into play, fucking you open again with his long digits, mouth sucking at your clit while his tongue flicks back and forth. You don’t last long, coming on his face with a high-pitched whine and a sharp pull of his hair. 

When he stands, hands fixing your skirt and pantries, you stare at him in disbelief. 

“Did you just eat your own cum?” You ask, hand reaching out to wipe at the remnants of both of you from the corner of his lip. 

Satoru grins widely at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yep, and I’d do it again to have you cum in my mouth like you just did” 

“Wait, doesn’t the back room have cameras?!” 

[chaoticpuff17]

yander Mafia AU

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part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11   part 12  part 13  part 14  part 15   part 16  part 17  part 18   part 19   part 20  part 21  part 22  part 23  part 24 part 25  part 26  part 27  part 28  part 29 part 30  part 31  part 32  epilogue

first meeting

what if

ADG Universe:

Heartache - Jin’s fic

Sunshine - Hobi’s fic

Baby Mine - Yoongi’s fic

Endgame -Tae’s fic

    Aftermath- Tae drabble

Kismet - Jimin’s fic

Tokki - Jungkook’s fic

[miamidorin]

𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

pairing ── kim minji x female reader

summary ── in which when a phoning live with minji had fans going wild and crazy for both of you... are you really not a real couple behind the scenes? (it had fans thinking.)

contains ── wholesome, whipped and clingy minji, a bit of a dense/naive reader, x-smau, hungry tokkis for georgie, idol au

taglist ── @flyingcigarettes

[masterlist]

── ── ꒰🦋꒱ ── ──

"do you have any favorite lipstick, y/n?" you read. your eyes beam when someone finally mentions it, "yes, i do have one! it's a very very cute one, and i have been wanting to show this to you guys for quite some time..."

minji watches you standing from your seat and heading to get your bag. you rummage through it, not noticing minji staring at you with low-lidded eyes.

you come back with your hands intertwined and a large smile on your face, sitting back down on the chair with minji's arm resting on your chair's armrest.

you looked excited as you took another second to read the comments, "are you guys ready?" it was like talking to kindergartens. it made minji smile knowingly behind you.

then you open your locked hands, revealing a rather medium sized lip balm. "it's a caramel flavored, guys! one of my favorite flavors in the world is chocolate and caramel."

you rotate the mentioned item to the camera, making sure to get every detail you could get.

"since they don't have chocolate flavored, i took the caramel one! it's called 'nikky luck balm' and it's one of the infamous ones out there, so i just took it without hesitation." you laugh, opening the lid and turning to minji.

"i'll let you smell it first."

you said as you reach the open lidded balm to the older girl, who kept her eyes on you before averting it away to lean close to the item. she sniffs and lets out a small hum of content.

"oh, that does smell so nice. do you have it on you today?" she suddenly asks, leaning back to her chair as she stares at you blankly.

you blink before shaking your head, "i haven't actually. wait, let me just-" immediately, you turn to the camera and slightly get close to apply the lip balm onto your lips.

minji continues to watch you, covering her mouth with her hand and her cap slightly shielding her eyes from the camera, but anyone can catch a glimpse of where it landed.

pursing your lips together, you smile happily to see your lips gleaming and neatly applied. you were satisfied at your own work. "heh."

when you turn to minji, you give her a look when you notice her blank stare. "you want some too?" you ask genuinely, not seeming to notice what's going on behind minji's eyes.

minji blinks twice before smiling and removing her hand from her mouth, "sure." as if you know, you gently rub your finger on the balm and carefully apply it on her lips.

with the same finger you used to apply the balm on your own lips.

her lips are instinctively slightly parted for you to have better access on applying it, and you appreciated that small gesture.

but of course, you didn't notice her gaze on you.

after a little while, you sent a rather cute smile— unintentionally, but you were excited and satisfied— and leaned back to look more at minji's gleaming lips with your balm.

"hmm. looks great on you~" you hum in satisfaction, nodding your way as you slowly turn to the camera while closing the lid of your lip balm.

beside you, minji turns to the camera and smirks with one of her brows bobbing slightly.

fans were screaming in the comments and certainly squealing in real life, anyone can tell.

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"you know, my mom..." you started, looking into her phone to look for your conversation with your mom. minji was leaning towards the camera to read the comments.

when she hears you letting out a small sigh, she turns to you to listen attentively.

"she keeps sending me money even when i told her not to." you sulk quietly, pouting at minji as you gave her your phone. she took it and read what you both were talking about.

"i told her not to send me money because they need it for their grocery every week. even dad tries to convince her that i'll manage, but like," you shake your head with pursed lips.

minji didn't even finish reading the conversation, already had her head to you. she ended up staring at your lips as you talked about your mom and dad.

until the very end of the ranting, she didn't take her eyes away from your lips but she had to when you turned to her suddenly, thinking that she wasn't listening to you.

fans always catch on these kinds of things, so it became so obvious that they're flaming the comments again.

─────

you were starting to feel hot in your comfy jacket, then when looking behind for the remote, it was actually turned off.

"wait," you muttered quietly, standing from your seat and walking towards the remote to turn it on. but knowing that the aircon will take time to cold up the room, you decided to remove your jacket.

"girl, you didn't even notice the aircon was off?" you chuckle, sitting back again with your jacket on your lap, revealing your black tank top that was underneath the former jacket.

she shrugs, taking a quick glance at your top before looking at your jacket. "give." she only said before snatching the jacket from your hands.

you didn't mind, though you gave her a look again before turning to read the comments and replying to them.

and minji just burying her face on your jacket before putting her legs up and rest her chin on her knee with your jacket underneath her head.

─────

after leaving minji alone in her live to buy snacks and drinks since you haven't eaten yet. she insists that she'll buy them instead, but you were stubborn and immediately left the room, leaving minji alone sulking.

talking and chit-chatting with the fans to kill time, and after a little while, you finally came back with the familiar paper bag. you grin towards the camera and immediately sat on the chair, handing the bag to her.

"i bought a lot, so choose any." you coolly tells her, leaning forward to the phone to read the comments.

feeling the eagerness, minji quickly opens and take out a snack that she first saw. "ohh, i like this one! dani likes it too, i think." she said, reading the name of the snack before ripping it open.

hearing the sound, you turn to her to see her munching on it already. you laugh at her chubby cheeks, holding back the urge to pinch them and instead, you shift towards her and opens your mouth.

minji glances, cheeks turning rosy. she takes one from the wrap and carefully throwing it onto your open mouth, her fingers accidentally brushes against your pink lips.

she tries not to flinch at the sudden shiver, but seeing you smirking at her while chewing the food made her heart erupting like a volcano.

though, she plays it cool.

minutes later, you were drinking your soda while minji was still eating with a new snack this time. you burped quietly as you place the soda can on the table, then you felt a soft nudge.

you turn to see minji bobbing her brows at you, "soda?" she mumbles softly, and damn, it sounded so small and adorable to you.

chuckling, you take the soda can from the table and hands it to her. minji takes it from your hand and drinks it directly, not bothering to distance her lips from the spot you were drinking.

fans, at this point, are destroying the comment section on live.

─────

"i love this perfume because i got it from hanni's mom! she's the sweetest, i swear," you cry, moved by how sweet your member's mom is to you despite not seeing each other too often as you hoped.

you lightly describe the scent of the perfume and how you take it daily ever since you received the item. minji listens carefully and remembers something.

"oh, this perfume? ohh, i really like this smell too!" minji chimes in, excitement in her voice was visible as it got louder. "the members also like it, especially dani and she has never stop trying to go to you to take a sniff."

you both laugh at the memory of danielle constantly sticking to your side everywhere because of your scent. even during practice and you were a bit sweaty, but that didn't stop dani from, basically, breathing the scent of you.

(weird? ok.)

the perfume scent lasts longer than a day, and since you had it last night on your skin, the smell was still there, fresh as new. and minji— oh, minji.

moments later, she was already sniffing and smelling you while leaning on you. you kept yapping about your day and moments with your members, and you just let minji do what she wants.

even if that wants is her leaning on you and smelling your perfume with a soft smile.

oh lord, please help thy bunnies fans.

── ── ꒰ end ꒱ ── ──

[daengtokki]

part six // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: 10.4k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: angst, fluff, sex, oral sex, sa mention, child abuse mention

SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memories—keeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows how…killing and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.

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[ MASTERLIST — DEITY MASTERLIST ]

The full moon shines down at you from the balcony window, and the light bounces perfectly off of the soft pink walls of the room. Seungmin is busy making the bed, moving the blankets and pillows from one yo to the other, and then stacking them. You’re supposed to be unpacking things, but you got distracted by the light coming in.

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t mind requesting a room with a regular bed.” He sits gently to test it out, and runs his hands over the blanket to smooth it.

“If we don’t like it, we can switch tomorrow…but I’ve never slept on a yo, I should probably try it. Besides, you doubled everything up.”

“Yes, it should be comfortable. I slept on one when I was a kid. We only had yo’s at the Uljin house.”

Seungmin sneaks up next to you, and his touch sends a chill up your arms. It’s gotten softer, sweeter, and more frequent, the little touches he gives you. “Is it completely full? I should put my glasses on, it’s a little blurry.” He slides away and heads for the table where you set his things. You packed all three pairs he had in his drawer, and tonight he chooses the thick black frames.

“I like those with your short hair, you look cute”

He adjusts them and drapes himself over your shoulders. “Yeah?” Seungmin still feels a twing in his stomach—a little bit of awkwardness at the way you look at him and call him sweet things. He has plenty of confidence in his looks, but hearing you say it feels different. You looking him in the eyes and telling him anything feels different. It feels real.

“Yeah, it’s full…good timing”

“Can you see the rabbit?”

You look hard, and Seungmin laughs when you tilt your head. “Rabbit…oh yeah, I think I know this story.”

“You do?”

Maybe not. You’re suddenly drawing a blank, which is good, because now he can tell you why there is a rabbit on the moon. “I know that a story exists…I guess I don’t know much else about it.”

The moon disappears as he spins and guides you toward the bed. It seems perfect—the squishy doubled up mattress, the multiple pillows, and Seungmin’s body all surrounding you as you sleep. It can’t get much better. You pull down his neatly placed blanket and watch him pull his clothes off, piece by piece.

“Is it story time, or are you trying to start something?”

He laughs. His laughs have changed, too. They’re louder, and less hesitant every time you get a new one. “I’m always ready to start something…but the floors are heated and it makes me sweat. I don’t wanna sweat all over you.”

“Can we turn them down?”

“Yeah…” he slides under the blanket and pulls you closer, “but I don’t want you to get cold.”

Seungmin is now bearing some of the weight of your biggest secret, but the way he looks at you hasn’t changed. Everything is as it was before, or better; his touch, his laugh, his smile.

“Story time?”

“Yes, let me remember…” Seungmin flops into his back and closes his eyes, but his hand finds yours and squeezes. “A long time ago, in ancient times, there was a fox…yeou, a little monkey…wonsung-i, and...” He pauses, and turns his head to look at you, but your eyes are closed as you listen. “A rabbit, tokki. One day, Jeseokcheon, a king of the gods, decided to test the animals. He pretended to be a sick elderly man, and he approached the animals saying that he was very hungry. The fox, the monkey, and the rabbit decided to help him and went to look for food. The fox caught a fish and gave it to the old man. The monkey found and gave him berries. But the rabbit couldn’t find any food, and the grass he ate, it didn’t seem fit for the hungry old man to eat. He wanted something better for him. So, tokki made a bonfire and jumped into it, offering himself as food to save the old man. After seeing the sacrifice that tokki had made, the man revealed his true identity as Jeseokcheon and decided to send the selfless rabbit to the moon and make him its guardian, so that every living being could admire his sacrifice and good heart. Daltokki.”

“Tokki was willing to give up his life to help someone he didn’t even know?”

Seungmin nods. “And now he’s up there making tteok all the time.”

“Is this the rabbit on your music box?”

He nods again, and a smile pulls at one side of his face. “Umma loved daltokki.”

“I like him, too. And I’m sure I’d like your mom.” It might be too much—you keep giving him too much. You don’t know why. The time you’ve spent with him feels like years, not weeks, and everything that comes to mind ends up flying right out of your mouth. “Do you think she would like me, if she met me?”

“My mom would like you very much. She’s the reason I speak English so well. Imagine if we couldn’t speak to each other…”

“I would find a way”

“And she’s the reason I have any good in me at all, if I do”

“You do, Min”

“Sometimes I’m afraid she wouldn’t love me, or even like me anymore—the way I turned out, the way I get through my days, the awful things in my head.”

It’s not true, what he’s thinking, but you don’t know how to make him see himself the way you see him. You know what he does, but seeing him behind closed doors in his most private moments…he’s not a bad person. He’s just him, doing the bad things his brain tells him to do. Seungmin is hurting; he’s afraid, and he’s lonely…less lonely now. He’s doing terrible things, but he’s not the nightmare he claims to be.

The real nightmare is whatever happened to him—the bad dreams that plague him and make his urges worse.

“That’s not true, I don’t believe that. She would love you more than anything.” You remember the photo of the two of them, and the one of his smiling face that she probably took. “You still feel it all around you, and in your flowers…that’s how strong it is. I know you were talking to her.”

Tears are threatening to fall. You see them brimming and shining as he stares quietly at the ceiling. “Did he hurt you?”

You pause for a moment and think. The memories still come back, but you’ve gotten very good at shoving them right back down. “Sometimes. He liked to hit, but he preferred his hands over everything else…so I guess it could have been worse. My sister got my mother’s love, but she got all of his attention, too. He hurt her more.”

“Is that why you killed him, to protect her?”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take another night listening to him.”

There’s some reluctance in his face, but you wait for him to get there. “How? You were fourteen. You’re small now, you must have been tiny then. How did you kill him?”

“I gave him too many heart pills. He trusted me to cook for him and feed him, so I—” you watch Seungmin’s eyes grow. “I crushed them up in his food.”

“You poisoned him”

“Yeah, I guess you could call it that. It took a few hours, but it worked.”

“Did things get better after that?”

“It was manageable. We had to move—we lived in my aunts basement until I turned 18, and then I finally left.”

Seungmin moves closer, and wraps you up in his arms. The smell and warmth of his bare skin calms you, and makes you feel homesick all at once. Homesick for what, though, the apartment? Leaving Seoul and running from something that might happen has been the best thing that has happened, in a weird way. What if you could always be like this—just the two of you, alone, surrounded by the quiet mountains?

And what if you nudged him for more of himself right now? Maybe you could get it…just some even exchange. You need to know everything about him, but you’ll take whatever little piece you can get.

“Was Daltokki one of your bedtime stories?”

“It’s a Chuseok story, but yes…sometimes she would tell it to me at bedtime when the moon was full.”

The twinge of jealousy at his normal childhood disappears as soon as you remember how brief it was, and probably not that normal. Seungmin lived in Uljin with his mother who loved him, and his stepfather who didn’t, until he was nine, but you don’t know much else. “Did she always have a story, every night?”

“Almost every night. She read me stories in English to help me learn, but she couldn’t speak it around me much otherwise…at least not if my stepfather was home.”

“He didn’t like you?”

“He despised me from the moment he saw me. I was two when my dad died, and three when my mom married him, and he tortured me for six long years—ignored me, or disciplined me whether I deserved it or not. Eventually he took any opportunity he could to…scare me, I guess...break me."

You weren’t expecting Seungmin to open up, but he may be evening out the trauma with what you gave him. Maybe enough time has passed, and his comfort with you has grown. The joint killing had to have helped that.

“He would send me to bed without dinner all the time, but he was also good at making up new punishments without mom even knowing he was doing it.”

“Oh, Minnie.” The torture he put himself through sitting on the balcony makes more sense now. It seems like the type of discipline his stepfather would come up with, and unfortunately, it stuck to Seungmin. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

The blank look on his face, and the slow, thoughtful blinks, “he would lock me in that shed all night. I remember him sitting on the porch and smoking, making sure my mom didn’t wake up and see what he was doing. Not that she could stop him…”

So far, he’s said much more than you expected, and you’re not sure if he’s drained, or if talking about this has made him feel a little lighter.

“I just remembered something. I dreamt about it last night, but it may have been a memory.”

“Tell me”

Seungmin lets you place a hand on his cheek, and he closes his eyes and waits as you run your thumb across his lips.

“He drove me into the woods, the same pine forest we drove through…I’m not sure how far we went, but in my mind, as a kid, it felt like forever. Yeah, I remember sitting in the backseat and fogging up the window with my breath. I drew something in it.” He stops and sets his hand on yours. “It was cold out, it was far into winter. Just like now. We got out and walked right off the road to a clearing, and he told me run out and grab some of the nice pieces of wood to burn when we got home.”

You sigh, because you feel like you know where this is going.

The color drains from his face as he settles more into the bed. It’s as if he’s trying to find more warmth from the chill of his memory. “I listened, because I always obeyed him. I grabbed an armful of sticks, just the best ones, and I ran back to the road…and he was gone. I screamed for him, and cried for umma until I lost my voice.”

There is no stopping his tears, and finally, for the first time, Seungmin is letting you see him cry. He needs it, but you pull him close and knead your hand into his neck, so tense until your fingertips find just the right spot. You don’t interrupt—everything is quiet around his shallow, gasping breaths. As soon as you pull back to look at him, he grabs your neck and kisses, and it’s messy…wet and salty from his tears, but you kiss right back until he finally exhausts himself.

The silence carries on, and you watch him as he wipes at his cheeks and nose. You want him to keep going, but you also know when too much is too much. Are you the first person Seungmin has really unloaded his memories on, or did he have someone else to confide in at some point in the last fifteen years? It’s a long time to keep quiet.

“Sorry,” he covers his face and mumbles through his hands. “I didn’t mean to…” and takes in a deep, shaky breath. “

“Didn’t mean to what? You can tell me anything, and you can cry all over me if you need to.”

“The kiss,” he grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes at the mess he left on your face, “so messy.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face, at least—a little sparkle in his eyes, and again, for the umpteenth time, you wonder how you ended up where you are, in a strange hotel in the mountains, with him. The seriousness of the situation you’re in was almost forgotten until right this moment, but you don’t see the point in bringing it back to the front of his mind right now. What will checking the security cameras do, except ruin the mood? Or really ruin the mood, if he sees something this time.

No, you’ll do what you can to stay right here with him.

“In my dream, I was standing in that clearing again. Me, as I am right now. But there was something there with me. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it walking around me and scratching at bark on the trees. And something was burning, it was snowing…but not snow, it was um, from the fire…”

“The cinders…embers were falling?”

“Yes, embers. They looked like snow.”

“Scratching?" Now you start to remember. "And then?”

“I woke up, and then fell back asleep. When I woke up again, you were dreaming, so I woke you up.”

“That’s right, I was dreaming…and, what the fuck?” Everything starts falling into place. You thought about this yesterday, but the pain in your stomach pushed it out of your mind. The scratches, his dream, your dream, “you woke me up, because you heard the scratches on the door, right? And you left, and—”

“I didn't hear anything. Was this your dream? Hey, don’t cry…”

The tears come out of nowhere and without your permission, just like his did. The air you try to pull in gets stuck in your chest, and Seungmin’s hands on you makes you cry even harder. He backs off for a moment. “What is happening? Why…god, I feel crazy.” You sit up and wipe at your face. “I think I’m hearing things.”

Seungmin sighs, and you hear it through the muffled pump of blood in your ears. He’s looking at you, but he’s not looking at you…he’s thinking, and his eyes dart around when he notices you staring at him. “Minnie,” you move closer—almost sit in his lap, and put your arms around him.

“It’s scary sometimes”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s gone away, mostly. I think the medicine is helping that. But I can’t hear her anymore…I haven’t heard her lately, at least.”

The voices in the greenhouse, Seungmin’s auditory hallucinations. So he’s fully aware her voice isn’t actually there, or anywhere. That doesn’t matter to him, though, because he misses hearing it. “Maybe she’ll come back when we get to Uljin, when we get some flowers.”

“That would be nice”

You get back under the blankets and make yourself comfortable, “get in here.” He smiles like the heavy conversation didn’t even happen, and folds himself around you. Seungmin can keep you plenty warm without help from the heated floor. “It’s late, are you tired?”

“A little.” Despite the soft, sleepiness of his voice, his hands end up beneath your shirt and slowly work their way up your back. It’s an innocent touch, though—just a need for contact. “How is your stomach? No pain tonight, I hope.”

Fortunately, the horrible, stabbing pain eased up and hasn’t returned again. The dizziness comes and goes, but it’s not bad enough to send you to the floor. It’s nowhere near bad enough to mention and worry him again, and to let the idea of a hospital visit re-enter his mind. “No, everything feels okay.”

He replies with a kiss, a hand moving back down and squeezing your ass, then your thigh, tight enough to make you jump. Seungmin pulls your leg until you wrap it around his hip, and now you can feel what he needs. He’s not quite there, but he wants to be, and you’ll make sure it happens. A roll of your hips into his makes contact, and just enough friction to get a groan out of him. It’s nice like this, and easy…face to face, close enough to kiss and touch him.

The last few days without him, with the thought of his last fuck being with that girl, has been torture, but it felt like the wrong time when you laid in bed with him. Worrying, wondering, and sick. You’re finally here. You free him from his shorts and feel his cock grow in your hand, and lose yourself in the noises he makes as he kisses. He pulls you again, grips the back of your thigh and slides his fingers over you, but your clothes are still in his way. He grabs the thin fabric and pulls it to the side, and two fingers tease, slide between your lips, and slowly push inside of you.

“Are you comfortable like this?”

“Very comfortable”

His fingers push in and out, waiting patiently. He knows how much work it takes to get in, and Seungmin wants you wet in this new position.

“Can your leg stretch…” he grabs behind your knee and pulls it high, and he seems satisfied with how much he can spread you open. “Good,” he whispers and moans against your lips when he feels you guiding him into you. He pushes in gently, just a few inches, and then he gives you everything.

“Good,” you whine and hold tight to him as he pumps into you. “Oh…mmm, Minnie…”

“I’ve missed how you feel”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grips your waist and pulls you close, “so good.” Seungmin pants into your mouth, “so soft,” and nibbles at your lips as he finds a perfect rhythm. “Fuck…ah, jagi,” he whimpers, and mutters something in Korean, over and over as he fucks you.

If only you could understand him. All you have to go off of is how he sounds as he says it, and that feels good. But jagi, you know what that means.

“Nae jag-eun tokki…”

You watch his mouth form each word as he says it.

"Nae…salang…” he laughs, and you can feel him working up the courage to continue. But he’s done this already, so why the hesitancy?

You say it back to him, “nae salang”, bite gently at his lips.

He closes his eyes, and he keeps them closed even after you pull back. “Salanghae,” and he hides himself away in your neck.

“Nado salanghae”

Seungmin comes right back after your words hit his ears. You hope they hit him even harder in his own language. You’re not sure how to tell him in a way that expresses how it feels swirling around inside of you, but you made sure to learn how to tell him properly. The words in your head don’t seem big enough, and at the same time, your head is making you feel silly for feeling the way you do, and as much as you do.

Seungmin feels it, too, and he can’t look you in the eyes when he tells you. It’s still too much for him.

It’s too much for you, too. The tightness in your chest, the pounding of your heart. Your body feels like it’s somewhere else, but you feel his soft, strong hands on your back and ass, keeping you close…his lips on yours, on your cheek and neck. His hips rolling, and his cock gripped tight around you, stretching, pushing deeper and hitting right where you need it. You can’t hold yourself together, and you don’t care how thin the walls might be. Seungmin doesn’t care, either—he smiles even wider as you moan and cry his name.

“Don’t slow down,” you whine.

Seungmin holds your hips as you try to push him on his back and fuck him yourself. He resists, but lets you move on him, and he slows you down. “Not yet.”

“You feel so good”

“I’m gonna make you feel even better”

He pulls out and pushes your hips until you’re on your back, and gets you out of your panties. Seungmin is careful, but he still handles you like he’s desperate to get back inside of you. He turns you until you’re facing the window, your leg is up, held tight, and he’s in again. It does feel better like this, even at his pace—the slow push in against your g-spot numbs everything except the orgasm building.

Seungmin lets go of your leg and his fingers are on your clit, rubbing lightly, listening to you whine for him as it gets even closer. “Faster…slower?” He whispers and runs his teeth along your shoulder.

“Fast”

His fingers and his hips move faster, and he bites down.

“Fuck…fuck, I’m gonna come”

Seungmin laughs like he’s tipsy. He’s drunk on you, and his mind is numb to everything but this…fucking you just like you want it—

You feel yourself gush everywhere as your body shakes.

He slides out and feels it hit his thighs, and it keeps coming as he rubs your clit—warm, and wet, and messy. You soak the sheets, but Seungmin is still rubbing more out, and your orgasm takes its time running through you.

Seungmin breaths hard in your ear, but he’s speechless as he looks down at you, down at his fingers stroking. Another soft bite on your shoulder, and he stifles a laugh. “Wow,” he whispers as he finally slows down. But he doesn’t stop. He slides his cock into your dripping entrance. “Come for me again. Please.”

“Again?”

“Please.” He holds your leg and gives your clit a break as he works himself back to where he was. “I didn’t think you could get any more wet.”

The tone of his voice deepens, and that’s all it takes to get you going. His head hits that same spot—that perfect spot. You can feel every inch and every curve as his short, fast strokes slip in and out. Your swollen, sensitive clit throbs, and you need him to touch you, but you wait until you know he’s close. You wait…and wait, until his breath catches in his throat—until he makes the desperate noises you’re more familiar with now.

“Touch me”

As soon as his hand makes contact, yours hits, and he groans as he fills you up. You drip and squirt through his fingers as he keeps your orgasm going, and his cum mixes and runs out with yours, onto your thighs, and his…all over the sheets. He doesn’t stop until you do, and you feel another gush as he slides out. It feels too good. Whatever he did is still moving through every nerve as you hit the bed, but Seungmin can’t help but touch and slide his fingers into the mess escaping.

“Oh my god,” you pant, and try to keep your heart from exploding.

Seungmin laughs again—his tipsy laugh, like he’s not quite sure what’s going on, he just knows he feels good. “I didn’t know you could do that.” He pulls you until you’re facing him again and looks you over…eyes watering, cheeks pink, your tshirt, somehow still on, but working its way up your back, and your messy, trembling thighs.

“Neither did I”

“That was your first time?”

You nod, and collapse into his chest, “sorry, what a mess.”

“But did it feel good?” He’s smiling and giving you doe eyes when you look at him. Seungmin doesn’t need your approval, he heard you screaming…but he still wants more.

“Good?”

“Mhm. I’ve never made anyone do that before, how does it feel?”

It’s hard to describe, and it was a little embarrassing in hindsight, but… “felt like you were fucking every nerve in my body all at the same time, and every bit of tension disappeared. Probably how you feel when you come inside of me, maybe better.”

“Sounds better”

“It was intense”

“It was hot.” He slowly gets to his feet and stretches, and when he seems satisfied with how his legs feel, he heads for the closet. “Hopefully I can get you there again.”

One set of fresh sheets sits on the top shelf, fortunately, so you work on getting up and pulling off the wrecked ones. Also fortunately, it didn’t soak through both sheets to the mattress cover. But as soon as you kneel and start gathering them, another gush of cum trickles out, and you have to stop and wait for it to pass.

“I can change these, why don’t you go run a bath?”

“Seungmin, you’re very thoughtful…has anyone ever told you that?”

He thinks, but not for long. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, you are…you’re more thoughtful than most of the people I’ve encountered”

“I’m also a little selfish, because I’m getting in, too”

The water is as hot as you can stand it, and every time it cools down, you top it off and heat it back up.

“How did you get out of the woods?”

“Hm?”

He sounds so much more tired, and he should be.

“When you were left there”

“Oh, right. It took a few hours, but my mom finally found me. She said she drove up and down all the roads, got out and yelled for me every mile or so. Her voice carried pretty well through the trees, thankfully.”

“Did she know he left you there?”

“He told her I wandered off, but she knew better. And she also knew not to question him.”

“That had to have messed with your head, being left out there”

“It did. For a while, I couldn’t sleep through the night. I still have a letter she wrote to me not long after that, in the music box.”

The butterfly—you remember peeking and wondering about it. You almost poked around too much and read it. “The origami butterfly?”

“Yeah. And she made me wear her medallion, too. I never got to give it back.”

Now you’re much more curious about that letter. “I haven’t worn my necklace in years, I don’t know why I still carry it around with me.” A little piece of your past you can’t let go of.

“Are you catholic?”

“No, but I briefly considered confessing my sins. I never did, I was too full of attrition. It seemed pointless. Are you? Or were you?”

“No, but my mom had a lot of catholic friends when she lived in the states. I think some of it rubbed off on her, and she liked the archangels.”

You stand carefully and reach for a towel. The heat is actually starting to get to you, and the dizziness is fighting its way back. Seungmin waits for you step out, and then he follows close behind.

“Do you want the heat on?”

The room is a little chilly, especially against your damp skin, but a cool room and warm blankets might be the best idea. “No, but if you do…” You watch his towel fall away as he starts to dry his arms and shoulders, and you shouldn’t be lusting after him already, but he makes it difficult without even trying.

“We should check the cameras again”

That’s enough to get you back down to earth. You nod at him, and dig out your laptop. It’s long overdue, and should have been checked again a few hours ago, but the two of you got far too distracted when the secrets and stories started coming out.

He gets back into the fresh sheets and pulls up the footage, and this time he starts with the live feed.

“Front entrance looks okay, side entrance, too. Back door…oh, why is it propped open?”

“It’s open?”

He widens the angle, but the night vision isn’t giving much. “Yeah, it’s a fire exit. It’s supposed to stay closed.”

Seungmin’s voice changes. He doesn’t like what he’s seeing, regardless of how small and insignificant it seems—just a door left open. You can feel the tension on him, and it scares you a little. He starts the feed on the back door from where he left off earlier, and he speeds through it.

“Can you get my phone?”

He has to power it up again, and it feels like it takes forever, but the footage keeps him occupied until he can refresh the news sites from earlier. And he’s quiet as he scrolls.

“Seungmin…slow down the footage”

He stops it, goes back a few minutes, and then starts it again. “That…” he points at the top right corner, “is a police car.”

It’s the smallest corner of a headlight and front bumper.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, brand new Sonata…white, and only police cars have that blue stripe over the hood.”

Just as he finishes, two men walk into view; a cop, and another man that you can only assume is an inspector. That one goes for the door, unlocks it, and opens it exactly how it was open on the live camera.

“If it’s still open, they’re still in there.” Back to the live feed, the wide angle…and everything is suddenly lit up by a pair of headlights parking exactly where the car was before. Seungmin is quiet as he watches, but you have to assume his heart is pounding like yours is. “Yeah, they are.” Two cops walk into the shot and disappear through the open door, but this time, it closes behind them.

“Do you want me to be practical again?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind”

“They have to check. Maybe there was just enough for a judge to issue a warrant.”

Seungmin looks at you, purses his lips.

“Actually, I don’t know if it works the same here. Maybe I’m not helping.”

“No, you’re right…if I wasn’t there to grant permission, they could get a warrant. I’m assuming they did.”

“And they have to search everywhere. Knock on every door. Ask questions. You keep turning your phone off, so you may have missed some calls asking for permission. Especially with the spotty service where we’ve been staying.”

“If they search the apartment, they’ll figure out who I am, what kind of car I’m driving, where I’m from. My background is clean, but…if they can find us…and if they find something weird…”

The defeat in his eyes is surprising. You know he’s stronger than this, and smarter, but he might need time to process what’s actually happening.

“I’m sorry, Minnie. None of this would have happened if I had just left when I was supposed to.”

Now he looks truly defeated. His big, watery eyes burn right through you, but you know it’s true. You distracted him, you helped him stay on his medication, and then you continued to distract him. Seungmin had been doing very well, so you think. He was smart about his kills, and about his habits, and he probably didn’t draw attention to himself in public.

“Then I’m glad it happened”

As much as you want to slap him and tell him you were never worth all of this, it’s far too late. There is no point in dwelling on the damage you’ve caused if you can’t go back and change it—you’ll have to fix it in real time. Seungmin clearly sees something in you that you might never find, but you see in him what he overlooks, as well. If you try hard enough, maybe you can understand his growing devotion. It’s there for you, too…you’re pretty certain you would die for him.

Both of you somehow fell asleep without the help of tea or medicine, you’ll happily assume because of the comfort of each other, and the idea that you’re jumping to the next place sooner than Seungmin had planned. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He seems like he does have a plan. He has to, because he’s had a long figure out how to protect himself in case the worse happened.

You only sleep about three hours, though, and when you wake, Seungmin isn’t under the covers next to you. He’s in the corner repacking what you unpacked not long ago.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No...should I get up and get dressed?”

“Unless you’re still tired. The sun isn’t quite up yet, we have some time.”

True, but if you fall asleep again, you might wake up much more tired. And the adrenaline is already starting when you remember everything that happened. “No, I’m okay.”

Ten minutes into the drive, which will apparently be a long one, Seungmin explains his plan—which he admits isn’t completely solid…and very disjointed, but it’s all he has. “I was a little cocky. I never thought I’d actually have to worry about this.” He glances at you, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you still think this is your fault”

“Can we at least agree that we are both at fault in some way?”

“If the guilt makes you happy”

“Thank you. Where are we headed?”

“Daegu, it’s a bit of a drive, and it’s out of the way…but it might be a good idea to switch cars”

A second car shouldn’t surprise you, but it wasn’t something that crossed your mind. “Unregistered, I’m assuming?”

“Of course”

You actually started getting used to the backroads and small towns, and after another two hours, you’re still in them. Seungmin knows his way around without any sort of direction, and no map pulled up on his phone (off again), and it makes him even more attractive to you. He may not have a solid plan, and he might be much more nervous beneath the surface, but Seungmin is capable of handling things when he has to, and all he wants you to do is sit back and watch.

“What is it?” He glances at you briefly, and merges into the far left lane that leads to Seokjeon-ri.

“Hm? Nothing”

The car slows as he turns and then you’re on a new, smaller stretch of road.

“I feel you staring at me”

“That’s because I’m staring at you”

“Because I’m so handsome?”

You watch a reluctant smile appear, and eventually, it turns into a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why”

“This isn’t even my good side”

“You have a bad side?”

He laughs again. You’re glad you can still make him laugh. “When I look in the mirror I do, yeah”

“I like both sides”

The car slows, and you force your eyes away from him to look at your surroundings. Another small town, but not quite as small as the previous two. Seungmin drives down a narrow road, barely big enough for two way traffic, and after a mile or so, he pulls into a maze of storage units. The car turns left, and right, and right again, and you eventually stop paying attention as you weave in and out of the identical rows.

“Almost there,” he glances down at his watch, and then gives you a smile. “Oh, here it is.”

It feels good to get out and stretch your legs—Seungmin does, too…he lifts his arms and stretches his back and rubs his neck as he pulls a set of keys from his pocket. Unit 3047 is the one he leads you to, and it takes him some time to get the locks, both of them, to unlock and unstick from their rusted latches. You watch as he bends and grabs the handle, pulls, and it slides up easily. The car is inside, very well covered, and this rundown looking storage unit is surprisingly nice on the inside.

“Do you want some help?”

“Yeah, come grab this side”

You walk inside, and you’re right about it being nice. It’s not cold in here—it’s well insulated, it’s finished, and the vent on the ceiling seems to be doing its job. He grabs a corner, and you follow. The first layer comes off, just a loose tarp, and now you can see the shape of the car beneath its cover. Seungmin does this one himself, pulling one side loose, and then the other. You grab a piece and pull, carefully lifting it over the side mirror. The front end is a pristine, shiny dark blue, and as you walk the cover off…

“I assumed we’d be detracting from ourselves, but—“

“But you like it, right?”

The cover falls to the ground as he starts to gather it up, and you look at it from every angle, starting at the back. Turbo on the left side, Toyota Supra on the right. “Of course I like it. And it’s my favorite color.” You’re starting to think Seungmin has a secret need for your praise and approval, which is fine. You’ll give him that all day. “It’s almost as pretty as you.”

“It’s the same age as you”

“Oh…thanks. No more compliments for you today.”

He knew it sounded wrong as soon as it left his mouth, but it was too late. “Maybe several days. Sorry, just a stupid observation.”

“It’s okay, you’re still young and awkward when you’re not being cool and charismatic.” You wait for him to unlock the doors, and then slide in. “Did you pick this out yourself?”

“No, this belonged to my dad—my real dad. He left it to me when he died.” He’s silent as he starts it, almost as if there’s some fear of the engine not turning over, but it does, and it sounds good. “Am I awkward?”

“Sometimes, but it’s cute. I mean…you’re not cute, I take that back.”

The first time taking it out of storage since last May, and he still managed to keep control on the one long, straight empty stretch of highway before getting close to Daegu. He hit 155 kilometers per hour, but just for a few seconds. He knows better than to get pulled over in this car. It’s not unregistered, like he told you, but it is registered under a different name, and the license should still be in the glove box. He didn’t double check.

“Feel better?” You say, and Seungmin looks at you stretched out in the passenger seat. “Getting a little bit of speed?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s easy to do in this.” He slows and finds his exit, and looks at you again when he can take his eyes off the road. “What’s wrong?” Maybe nothing, but you suddenly look very uncomfortable sitting up, unbuckled, gripping the edge of the seat.

“Can you stop the car?”

He pulls off and onto the shoulder as you swing the door open, and you make it out just in time to throw up the coffee and cream bread you had an hour ago. Seungmin is out and next to you as it happens a second time, and a third, and then your face disappears in your folded arms.

“You okay?” He knows you’re probably not, and he feels a little guilty for speeding and causing this, but there’s not much else to say. And there’s not much else to do aside from rubbing his palm across your back and hoping it somehow soothes you. He hears your muffled mhm and sees the slight nod of your head, but you don’t move back to your seat. “I’ll find us a nice room and get you something for your stomach. We’re almost there.”

“I think I’m okay now”

But you’re colorless when you look at him, and your eyes are red and watery.

“Let me know if you need me to stop again”

The hotel is nicer this time, and while he is a little concerned about his now limited money, he decides he’d rather have you staying somewhere that feels more like the apartment, plus all the amenities. And now that you’re in the city, somewhere closer to a hospital—he doesn’t mention that, though.

“How long?”

“For now I booked a week”

“A week? You think we’ll stay that long this time?”

“It’s big enough here, and pretty crowded. Nobody will notice us much. How is your stomach? I can find you some dakjuk is you’re hungry.”

“Dak juk?”

“Chicken and rice porridge. It would be easy on your stomach. Or maybe just some tea if you have no appetite.” He doesn’t want to keep hovering when you don’t feel well, but at the same time, he does. You’ve already done the same for him. “Or maybe sleep is what you need.”

“We both need sleep”

“Okay, we’ll sleep…and we can worry about dinner later”

But when you say sleep, you mean getting into bed and holding him. You are tired after the last few days, especially last night, but touching and hanging on him is the necessary part of getting into bed and falling asleep. You wouldn’t even deny him if he was in the mood, because you’ve been feeling feral over the sight and the thought of him since last night. Your lust is outweighing the sour feeling in your stomach.

And that’s what you do—get him into bed with you and make him your little spoon. You kiss his neck and shoulders, touch him softly, run the tips of your fingers over his side. It only helps him relax, and he seems to quiet and fall to sleep with no trouble. Probably for the best, because you start to fall into your sleep immediately after.

Seungmin feels your hands on him, but he knows he’s still stuck in his sleep. He’s dreaming, and you’re in this one, finally. The problem is, there’s something wrong, and he can’t figure out what it is. The dream version of you is looking to him for an answer because you just want to feel okay again, but he doesn’t know what to do.

“Hmm?” Seungmin rolls over in his half-sleep, and he starts to wake up. It’s taking so much effort to pull himself out of it, though. “Tokki?”

“Minnie, I’m right here”

His arms fold you into a sleepy embrace. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Dreaming?” You rub circles over his back, “what are you dreaming about, love?”

Finally, his eyes open and he sees just beyond your shoulder. He sees the window, curtain halfway open, covered in night sky. “I’m awake.” But he doesn’t let go. “I’ll fix everything.”

“There’s nothing to fix right now. All we’re gonna worry about is what to eat for dinner.”

/ / /

Ten days…that’s how long you’ve been in this hotel suite in the middle of Daegu. Seungmin was right about not being noticed, of course. It’s not as busy as Seoul, but it’s busy enough for people to not care about you as you go about your business. It feels normal again, like being back at the apartment and occasionally leaving to stretch your legs, or get the necessities. No more shopping trips and no more splurging—it’s a good thing you didn’t have time to get used to that sort of lifestyle, because it might not be there in the future.

You come home with the only foods you’ve had any luck keeping down: ingredients for dal juk, because Seungmin makes it surprisingly well, eggs, tuna…and your favorite, which Seungmin hates—leftover rice and bananas in milk.

“I can find you some good rice pudding somewhere” is his comment every time you make it.

“You can, and then I’ll just eat both”

So now he walks the four blocks to get it every time you mention it to him.

The security cameras have given nothing significant in all of this time away, and Seungmin seems much more relaxed because of it. Neither of you have let the idea of complete safety get too far into your minds, though. You still don’t know if they found anything significant, but if they have, it was small enough to be taken out discreetly.

“We did get rid of everything suspicious, right?” He’s asked that two separate times while you reviewed footage. Both times you assured him you did.

Tonight, over dinner, you check the live feed briefly before he decides to put on the news, but there’s nothing mentioned about a missing girl, a murder, the apartment building…nothing.

“I feel like we dreamed this whole thing,” Seungmin leans back on the couch and sighs, “how can there be nothing?"

He looks inviting sitting there, even though he’s a little frustrated, “maybe we just missed it, and they looked and found nothing and started searching somewhere else,” so you climb on the couch and onto him, sit in his lap, and start the process of getting him out of his clothes. “And we can just go home soon, and this will have been a really nice bonding trip for us.”

“Bonding trip?” He jumps when you grab his sides, “yeah, I guess we did get to know each other better.” He’s told you more than he ever imagined speaking out loud. Someone sticking around and comforting him after telling his stories seems like a weird dream, too.

“And I love you even more than I thought I could”

The flutter in his stomach comes out in a nervous laugh, because it still feels so strange hearing, and it feels strange coming from him when he can get it out. But he knows you mean it, because he feels it all. “Yeah?”

Seungmin groans when you take his soft cock in your hand and stroke, and you get a mhm out after he pulls you in for a kiss. “Yeah. I love you, and your warm hands, and your sweet mouth…”

“You need me again…already?” He teases as he leans back and watches your hands on him. “Last night wasn’t enough?”

“I can never get enough of you”

He’s already getting hard, and his hips move to match the steady up and down of your hand. You’ve been all over him, needy and horny, since the night you spent at the moon dream hotel. Tired, but not tired enough. Every night, you’ve initiated, and every time, Seungmin has happily accepted your advances.

“I have plenty to give”

He watches you move to the floor and get between his knees, and your eyes move between him and his growing cock. A long, slow lick from the base to the tip of his head, and a shiver runs over him—Seungmin can feel a wave of goosebumps on his thighs, his arms, and up his neck.

It’s a lot of work, but you enjoy the act of touching and licking and getting as much of him in your mouth as you can, and you’ve gotten more and more in over the last several weeks. Seungmin loves watching your progress, and he likes watching you just like this—on your knees, taking your time, worshipping every inch of him.

Another wet lick up his length and you suck his head into your mouth, tongue him slowly as you work him in and out, a little deeper each time.

“That’s good,” he whispers and runs his knuckles across your cheek until you look at him.

Seungmin feels you gag on him—he feels the quick squeeze of your throat before you pull back, and then you do it again, and again. Both hands grip him and stroke, twist, and suddenly he’s squirming under your touch. Your tongue comes out for another taste, over his head, around it, sucking it back in while you keep stroking and slowly working his orgasm out of him. The sounds he lets slip out are less subdued each time, and Seungmin no longer cares how vulnerable you make him. The way you look at him and smile at those sounds makes him come so much harder. But by now, you usually switch up and climb on him to finish. This time you keep going—devouring as much of him as you can and stroking the rest, and it’s perfect, the rhythm and speed. You’ve gotten used to taking his cock anywhere he wants to put it, and now you want to finish right here.

“Gonna make me come…is that what you want?”

You look up and smile as you lick him.

“Yeah, you do. You hungry for it, bunny?”

“I want it”

Seungmin’s thighs tremble and his stomach tightens. His head swims, and he wants to tell you how much he loves you right now but instead he just screams it in his head. He loves you, and he loves watching you taking him like it’s the only thing keeping you going, and swallowing his cum will wash away all of your sins. It makes him feel powerful again, despite being so weak for you. You’re weak for him. Together, you could destroy each other…

Seungmin releases with no warning, but you’re still on him, pumping everything you can into your eager mouth, letting it trickle down your chin, not stopping until you're sure he's given you everything.

“Let me see,” he grips the back of your neck and so he can look at you and your mouth, overflowing with him. “Swallow.” The cum escaping is swiped up, and you close your mouth around his thumb as he pushes it in. “Good,” he coos and leans in for a kiss.

“Yeah? Was it good?”

He kisses harder, tastes himself on your lips. “It was perfect.” Seungmin smiles against yours lips, “was I good?”

“Mhm, very…I should do this more often”

A phone buzzes on the kitchen table, and it makes both of you jump. The post-orgasm bliss is cut short, but despite it, he still pulls you close for another kiss before rising from the couch.

“Is your phone on?”

“Yeah, I decided to leave it on for a few hours.” The curiosity got the better of him—wondering if someone would call, whether it was someone asking about the building, or his doctor. This call is not from his doctor, and the screen says unknown caller.

He picks it up and starts the conversation. You listen carefully though you can’t catch any of Seungmin’s quick words. It’s a short phone call, less than a minute, and when he hangs up, he looks at you and smiles.

“Who was it?”

“Senior Inspector Byeon.” He says it very casually, smiling.

“A cop? What did they say?”

“He said they’ve been trying to reach me, and I told him I’ve been in Daegu visiting family…and I asked what the problem was.” He pauses.

“And?”

“And he wanted to apologize for the intrusion on my building…and in my apartment, because of a false police report. They were tipped off and couldn’t find any evidence of the girl anywhere. Nothing on the security footage. Nothing from my tenants. They didn’t want me coming back to a surprise.”

“They didn’t find anything?”

“But if something changed, or evidence was found that linked to the building, he’d be in touch.”

“Did it sound like they were expecting to find something?”

“No, he didn’t think so”

“So we can go home?”

“Do you wanna go home?”

You think, look around the hotel room you’ve broken in, and think about how good everything has been between the two of you. “We should stay here a little longer.”

“Okay, let’s get cleaned up and go get ourselves a treat”

Seoul is safe—the apartment, the building, his bank account, so Seungmin’s pockets are suddenly bottomless again. He picks a cafe a few blocks from the hotel, and fills the table with whatever he thinks you might like; a slice of chocolate cake, a soufflé covered in caramelized bananas, a raspberry strudel, a plate full of hotteok, and two cappuccinos.

“Are we going to eat all of this?” You laugh, but immediately pick up a fork and take a bite of the cake.

Seungmin does the same, and then tries strudel. “We’re gonna try, you haven’t been eating enough.”

“I know. I have been feeling a little better recently, but I don’t like testing it.”

“We’ll have our leftovers for breakfast,” he says, but he’s distracted by a loud group walking into the cafe, all men, and probably younger than Seungmin. He knows better than to look and attract their attention, but he turns away a moment too late.

One of them speaks, but he ignores it and takes a sip of his coffee.

“What does he want?” You ask quietly.

“Nothing, just don’t look at them.”

He speaks again, to Seungmin, and then he seems to say something directed toward you. His friends don’t join in, but they don’t seem bothered by anything happening.

“Please, give it a rest,” he says softly.

A flashback to Seungmin’s temper, the bartenders bloody, broken nose, and the crack in the plaster wall. That can’t happen again, not now…not after finally being able to relax. Again, you’re in the dark listening to their fast-paced Korean—first the stranger, then Seungmin again. You can hear his anger growing.

“Hey,” your hand closes over his, “maybe we should just go.”

“Not yet”

The stranger speaks again.

“What is he saying?”

“He’s just being an ass”

Your heart jumps when Seungmin stands, and he’s at least a few inches taller than all of them. More than anything, he has a way of looking intimidating without much effort. But he’s one, and they’re three.

The cafe owner finally notices and yells at them to leave, but they ignore her.

“Min?” He doesn’t hear you, or he acts like he doesn’t. You wish he would look at you, because everything is starting to turn sideways. “Minnie?”

The anger in him is ready to spill over. Nothing would feel better than his hands around this boys neck, squeezing, crunching, destroying his windpipe and watching him writhe and gasp for air on the floor. Watching the light leave his eyes as he wondered if the things he said about you was worth his life.

The owner yells something, points over his shoulder, and all he sees is you, slowly falling from the chair and landing on the hard floor. He runs to you, and his anger disappears as if it never existed at all.

“Jagiya…what’s wrong? Open your eyes”

He hears the woman say she’s calling an ambulance, but he doesn’t want to believe that’s necessary. You just fainted because you said you get dizzy when you’re anxious. The vertigo hit when you were worried he would do something stupid, and he almost did. Seungmin could feel and see his fist meeting the boys jaw—he could hear the crack.

“Please open your eyes.” Your skin is hot. He places a kiss on your forehead, and then moves to your mouth. Seungmin can feel your slow breaths against his lips.

“Minnie, please be good,” you say, and groan in pain.

“I am…I was good”

He’s there when your eyes open. Confused, still dizzy, and now a throbbing pain in your shoulder. Seungmin looks just as confused. “What happened?”

“You passed out”

You feel stupid sitting here in a hospital bed—like a burden, like you’re wasting everyone’s time, and like you’re just causing more worry. But you can’t blame Seungmin for being concerned.

“How’s your shoulder?” He moves your gown out of the way and gently touches the red mark left by the floor.

“It’s not bad”

“I know you don’t wanna be here, I’m sorry”

“No, I just don’t think they’ll have an answer…that’s all. They’ll tell me it’s stress, or that it’s in my head and that it’ll go away. And I want my chocolate cake.”

“They did take blood, so maybe that will tell us something.” Seungmin readjusts your gown as two nurses return.

One speaks to Seungmin first, leaving you clueless, and she doesn’t give him a chance to translate. He holds his hand up and turns to you, “she said they did a few tests, but the others will take a few more hours.”

“You only speak English?” The other nurse looks at you.

“Yes”

“Are you her husband?”

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.

“We do have some results from your blood, and you are feeling unwell because you are pregnant. Probably around six weeks, based on the information you gave us.”

“I’m what?”

“Pregnant?” Seungmin asks, and the look on his face is a mixture of confusion, and what looks like relief…maybe more than that.

“Yes, we suspected that and the bloodwork confirmed it. But it’s still very early. The morning sickness is normal at this stage, and the tiredness. All of this was making your stress worse, but knowing why should help.”

“Can we go home?”

“What’s wrong?” He pulls you against him and feels you tense up, “it’s okay…everything will be okay.”

“Probably not tonight. We’re going to give you IV fluids and vitamins since you haven’t been able to eat much lately, but you’ll be taken to the maternity floor.”

Seungmin can feel the anxiety radiating from you. He isn’t quite sure which direction his brain wants to go in right now, but of course he doesn’t want to leave you here alone for the entire night. “How long will the IV take?”

“Maybe an hour or two”

“Can we go home after that? And we’ll come back to see the doctor tomorrow.”

The nurse looks at you for a long moment, and then to him. “Alright, two hours in bed, and if you’re feeling okay, I’ll see if the doctor will release you. But I can’t promise he’ll agree.”

/ / /

Silence falls over the hotel room when you finally return three hours later, but you can tell that Seungmin wants to talk—wants to, but doesn’t know what to say. Both tests you took almost two weeks ago were wrong, but it must have been too early, and the idea of being pregnant almost left your mind with those negative results. Now you sit, wrapped in your damp towel with the knowledge of something growing inside of you. That thought is wearing you out, and so is remembering him trying to hide his true feelings when he found the discarded box. You love Seungmin, and you should be happy you’re having the baby he obviously wants, but your fear and uncertainty outweighs everything right now.

Seungmin sets a stack of clean clothes next to you, and he stands there for a moment, because the words on the tip of his tongue refuse to come out. He can sense your doubt and your worry.

“How do you feel…after the IV? I should’ve made sure you were eating enough, and staying hydrated.”

“I feel better.” You do, but you’re stuck with this uneasy stomach whether it’s from the baby or your nerves. “You didn’t know why I was sick, Minnie.”

“No, but I should have been taking better care of you anyway.” He turns and heads for the door when you both hear a soft knock. “I’ve been too distracted by everything going on.”

You hear him greet and thank whoever is there, and then he’s heading back to you with something in his hand. It’s a piece of chocolate cake—not like the one you had earlier, but it still looks good. Seungmin drops to his knees in front of you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you pull him into a hug.

“Hopefully this one is good, too”

“I’m sure it is.” A kiss on his forehead brings a smile to his face, finally. “Thank you.”

“Can we talk about it?” His voice shakes a little.

The Seungmin in front of you and the one you met almost two months ago are the same, but so different. He’s allowed himself to become soft around you, and for you—not just sometimes, and not all of the time…but most of the time. This part of him has always been in there somewhere, waiting to be coaxed out, but you’re mostly surprised because you know he stopped taking his medication after you arrived in Daegu.

“Of course we can. I wanna know everything you’re feeling right now, and everything going on in your head.”

“Everything?” He laughs. “Okay. I know I acted strange when you took your test before, and that was because I never thought I’d have a chance to experience the things that we’ve done together, and felt—the feeling of having someone so special that you could happily make a baby together. And I know I shouldn’t be, I know I shouldn’t feel that—“

“Yes you should, Seungmin”

“We aren’t really parent material…or you think you’re not, at least. I know I’m not. But maybe together, we’re different. Maybe we just need each other.”

“I need you, baby or no baby”

“Tell me what’s going on in your head”

That look he gives you makes everything feel better, and you’re starting to believe you can do anything as long as you have him. “I’m worried…I’m scared.”

“What are you afraid of? Giving birth…or caring for the baby? I’ll be there for you, for everything. I promise.”

“Yes, but I’m more worried I won’t be able to handle it. I’ve already been so sick, and I know that’s normal, but what if it gets worse? What if my body can’t do this right?”

“I’ll take care of you, whether you’re sick or not. Whether you can handle it, or you can’t. You come first.”

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (11)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: None

A/N NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability). We're heading into the chapters where I tell you guys about their creatures. I want to hear your thoughts for each one! Shoutout to @laymegentlytorest and @kingarthurscat for your reblogs and comments. I love you guys lol. Keep them coming!

That day you had walked into work, you had thought it was going to be like any other. You had grown accustomed to the normal notes you would take on a daily. There had been nothing new to write about so you had no idea on how to deal with one of your patients withering in pain on the floor. 

You hadn’t been able to find the boy in his room until you walked further in and heard his distressed breathing on the other side of the bed. You rushed over to find him curled up in a fetal position, breathing harshly.

“Kook?” You gasped, falling to the floor as you hesitated touching him. “What hurts?” You asked, trying to look him over and find the problem.

“Get away.” He gritted out, hands slapping onto the floor as he tried pulling himself up. 

“No, you have to tell me.” You moved your hands to help him, tightening up your body as his hands gripped tightly onto your scrubs. “I have to take care of you.” You told him, helping him onto the bed. 

“(Y/N). Please.” The boy whispered, panting. “It's not a good day.” He curled back up on his bed, groaning as his body seemed to twitch in pain. 

From what you could see, he wasn’t physically hurt. Not to the naked eye at least. Whatever it was that was causing him pain was on the inside of his body. You figured it must have to do with his condition. 

“Let me get you something.” You told him, moving to find the first aid kit. As you found some pain meds, you quickly filled a cup with water and moved back towards him. “Here take these.” You told him, handing him the pills. 

Jungkook looked at your hand, smiling stiffly at your way of helping him. “They won't help, Tokki.”

He almost broke down when he saw tears well in your eyes. “Please, Kook.” You whispered. “I don't like seeing you in pain.” You sniffled. 

He tried his best to get up to take the medicine, but someone shoving the door open stopped him from moving more. You both turned to the intruder, frowning at the nurse who had interrupted. 

“(Y/N).” She said, looking between you and Jungkook. “ Doctor Hanseol would like to see you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched Jungkosk shiver from pain, clenching his muscles to soothe them. “I can't leave Jungkook.” You spoke up, shaking your head. 

“He's in the lab.” The lady told you, not caring about Jungkook’s stability. You frowned deeply, looking at the man in worry. 

“Will you be alright?” You softly asked him.

“Nothing I'm not used to.” He gave you a grin, wincing as his body shuddered again. You hesitated in getting up to leave, however seeing the stare the other nurse gave you made you rush outside. 

You walked out into the main lobby to get access into the lab. While your badge had access to most rooms in the facility, the lab was not one of them. It seemed much more secure that not even the lab workers could get in. They needed someone to buzz them in. You understood all the security, however it was a bit excessive. 

“Sir.” You bowed when you noticed your boss looking through a window. 

As you grew closer you noticed it was to show the lab where the medicines were produced. They didn’t have large machines doing the work. Rather it was a variety of researchers hand making the drugs. There were a total of 5 each, being careful with whatever it was they were mixing. 

You knew the company wasn’t large, even after 10 years. They had spent a good while with research from what you saw. They had barely started to give out their drugs for trials a few years ago which meant that they weren’t out to the public yet. It takes a long while to create the right medicine. And by the looks of it HYBE was heading in the right direction. 

“Hello, (Y/N).” Hanseol kept his eyes on the window. “How are you?”

You tried not to frown at the small talk. “I'm fine. It's a very nice day today.” You spoke up.

“Yes.” Hanseol said. “Indeed it is.”

You hummed, turning to him as your anxiety flowed over. “Is there anything you need, sir?” You asked, trying to be polite. “Jungkook is not feeling well and I need to check up on him.”

“Is he now?” Hanseol squinted his eyes. “I think I know why.” He turned to you finally. “Not to worry, he goes through those episodes monthly.” He explained to you. 

“He does?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Such a terrible thing for him really.” Hanseol hummed, turning back to the lab.

Just as you were about to ask for more of Jungkook’s information, an alarm started beeping from the lobby. Both you and your superior rushed out to the lobby following after the security that ran into the facility. 

A large gathering had formed towards the bedroom sections, which made you have to push through the crowd. Your eyes went wide as you realized the security were all in Jungkook’s room. Without thinking you ran forward to enter. However, you were held back by someone.

“Jungkook!” You yelled. You watched as the man wildly thrashed around in the arms of some larger men. He had his teeth pulled back as growls seemed to ripple from his chest. He was hunched over, trying to throw off the people holding him down. 

“Hey!” You tried to punch at the arm that was tightly holding you back. “What's wrong with him?” You cried out.

“Miss you need to step back.” The security man spoke. 

“No, he's my patient!” You screamed. “I need to check on him.” You wriggled more, feeling tears well in your eyes as you felt frustrated with the security. When a whimper left Jungkook’s mouth, your head shot up, wide eyes on the man. 

“Jungkook!” You cried, grunting as you started kicking and thrashing. 

The man quickly looked up hearing your voice. When he saw the tears in your eyes and the man holding you back, the loudest of growls ripped from his throat, scaring those in the hallway. He grew angry seeing you be held in such a horrendous manner. He pulled a security guard off his arm, throwing him to the side. 

“Let her go!” He screamed, throwing the guards off him. They were quick to hold him back once more, Jungkook going back to fighting them off. 

Outside in the hallway, all of Jungkook’s brothers were trying their best to rush in and calm him down, however they too were being held back. Hanseol had a scowl on his face as he watched the boy beat the best security his kind had. He guessed even ogres couldn’t hold down an angry dog. 

“Hoseok sedate him.” Hanseol told the boy. 

Hobi quickly looked up to Hanseol, a worried expression on his face. “But he's not in the right state of mind.” He told the man. 

There were consequences to doing things wrong. With how fragile Jungkook was at the moment, hypnotizing him would put him into a deep sleep that almost resembled a coma. Hobi would need more energy to wake the boy up. 

“Do it.” Hanseol sneered. 

Hobi glanced at Namjoon, getting a deep sigh from the taller man. He nodded his head once, glancing back into the room where Jungkook started to break furniture by throwing bodies over them. 

Hobi moved past all the guards, making quick work to enter Jungkook’s room. He had been turned around which allowed Hobi to place his hands on the boy’s head. “I’m sorry.” Hobi whispers as purple mist flowed out of his fingers and into Jungkook’s eyes. 

Jungkook didn’t do any else other than fall over onto the ground in a heep. “No!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks. “Stop! Let him go!”

“Hey.” Namjoon spoke up, taking you out of the guards arms. As the guard tried to take you away from Namjoon, the dimpled man only gave him a death stare causing him to back off. 

“(Y/N), he's going to be okay.” Namjoon soothed your, wiping your cheeks. “It'll pass.”

“What happened?” You began to hiccup, soflty rubbing your face into Namjoon’s clothing. The other boys gathered around you, trying their best to calm you down. 

“It's what he's here for.” Jin told you, rubbing your back lightly. “He'll be fine.”

Hanseol sighed deeply as he rubbed at his nose bridge, turning aorund to head out his god forsaken facility. When he turned up at the lobby, he found his co-founder watching from the securtity cameras. The man turned to his friend, hands in his pockets.

“He's never acted out in that way before.” He spoke up nochalanty. “He's protective of the girl.” He added looking down at the computers that showed the hallway camera. 

“She's not the first one.” Hanseol rolled his eyes. “However, you are right.” 

The man turned to his friend, a deep frown on his lips as he suddenly felt annoyed. “Where have you been? You know we have three patients who are affected by the full moon. I only need you two days out of the month and you weren't even here.” He glared. 

“Stop calling them patients.” Kyong rolled his eyes. “You harvest from them.”

“No. That is inhumane.” Hanseol shook his head, looking appaled. “What I do is simply extract certain things at a certain time to get the DNA I need. It’s to help those who need it most.” Hanseol smiled to himself, thinking about all the sick people he was helping.

“I don't see the difference.” Kyong deadpanned.

“Of course you don't, you big idiot.” Hanseol returned to glaring. “Now come on. You got two patients to sedate.”

I'm a bitch for people using the nickname Tokki when it comes to Jungkook.

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@h3arteyes4mingi , @fangirling-all-the-way-tbh , @rinkud, @rln-byg ,

[simpxxstan]

simpxxstan's 2024 wrapped!!

hello and welcome >ᴗ< it's been, truly, a most rewarding year for me. not an easy one, but it's pushed me to work harder than i have ever before and i've learnt so much this year. i also turned 21 this year, which was a life milestone for me hehe, so 2024 is a year i will not forget.

thank you for making it to 2025 with me! i have no words to express my gratitude for you, so here's my small attempt at entertaining you with a few words to recap the chaos of 2024, so let's gooo :)

but this would be incomplete if i couldn't write a few love letters ...

@cxffecoupx (ris, my darling. i really, truly love you. please just stop bullying me i am just a girl.)

@tusswrites (tuss, here's another resolution i make for you: join networks and talk more on discord!)

@hazz-a-bear (literally the cutest!! esa, my shy little huihui, my very first moot ^^)

and some mutuals who i want to be interact much more with (it's on me, i'm intimidated by accounts i ardently love as a fangirl): @ylangelegy @daisymbin @miabebe @writingmeraki @wonustars @wonupatootie @ddalgi-tokki and @pochaccoups !!

and a few more love letters to the creators i admire the most on this platform. i've never made a recs list or a list of gratitude, and i KNOW i am 100% sure i'm missing out several people here. i follow too many accounts, all of whom i love, so i am sorry if i couldn't mention you here, but know i love you and your work very very much :(( i have tried to include all the fics that i have enjoyed the most this year! (dear creators, idk if you want to be tagged by a completely random account T_T do lmk and i will remove it if you like!)

royally screwed by @husbandhoshi

penance, deal maker, good and bad, sage and stardust by @smileysuh

somebody by @onlymingyus

34.6037° S, 58.3816° W by @the-boy-meets-evil

ocean view by @junkissed

statistically speaking by @gyuswhore

endpoint by @highvern

the other woman, unveiling hearts: the law of attraction by @idyllic-ghost

think i need someone older by @gyuhao5

too many beds, accidentally kidnapping a mafia leader by @miabebe

blindsided! wonwoo, jihoon x poetry account!reader , what's wrong with secretary kim! hoshi, seokmin x pitching instructor, not for sale mingyu, data science major! jeonghan by @xinganhao

the entire masterlist of @hoshifighting (i cannot choose)

same, the entire masterlist of @monamipencil (too many favs)

and also some of my favourite gif-creating accounts (i will forever admire people who can make art): @jeonsupershy, @jeonghanic, @scouped and @hoshingi

thank you for the tag ris! i don't want to tag any more people lol but if anyone wants to do the wrapped (even though its late), please do! i've loved seeing everyone's wrapped posts, they are just so inspiring!!

[wnobin]

NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

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part four: maybe bunnies aren’t that bad

you had finally reached your accommodation after a long and tiring flight and endless security checks that never seemed to end. you checked the time on your phone, it was around evening time which meant wonbin was most likely over and taking care of tokki and dokki. you’re not sure why you were nervous but you kept retyping and deleting your text to him. it was just a simple “how are the bunnies?” text but for some reason, your heart was doing backflips at the thought of sending wonbin a text. letting out a sharp exhale, you hit send on the message, placing your phone face down. almost immediately, your phone started ringing with a call from wonbin.

fuck shit fuck why is he facetiming me now, i’m not ready!!!!

before you could even process what was happening, you accidentally pressed the accept call button and was now connected to wonbin. “h-hey?” your voice cracked as you internally cursed at yourself, already embarrassing yourself with one word.

“hiiii, y/n!! how was your flight? i hope it was good! tokki misses you especially.”

wonbin waved to you before directing the camera to tokki who seemed to recognise you through the screen. even thiugh you were exhausted from the travelling, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of tokki’s nose twitching as wonbin gently scratched the side of her face. soon the awkwardness faded and you were both telling each other about your days. you listened to wonbin telling you about how the bunnies missed your scent and would cuddle up near your pillows, responding with soft mhm’s, his voice almost lulling you to sleep. the call continued until the bunnies eventually tired themselves out and fell asleep, meaning wonbin would have to go back to his dorm. you were slightly sad that the call ended so soon but wonbin assured you that he would call you again the next day and keep you updated on your fur babies.

laying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t wait for the next day to come. not because you were eager to see tokki and dokki, but instead looking forward to seeing their cute petsitter.

the next few days went the same, you would spend the day taking part in events and programmes and wonbin would send you updates of the bunnies in the morning before he went off to his class. in the evening when you were finally free to relax, you would be on facetime with wonbin, telling him about the fun stuff you did today while he and the bunnies listened intently. your calls would last for hours until tokki and dokki fell asleep. wonbin would stay on call with you as he locked up your dorm and walked back to his own, telling you about his day and how his roommate, sungchan, was still torturing him and making his life living hell over the flowerpot incident.

you enjoyed these late night calls with wonbin, it felt very domestic and nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. you thought the highlight about your overseas trip would be the new experiences but no, the highlight was seeing wonbin being all cuddly with your bunnies and hearing his sleepy voice as it got later in the night.

tonight was the last night before you flew back and as usual, you were on call with wonbin. he seemed sleepier than normal today, his words slurring and voice softer. he told you that he was just tired from sungchan waking him up early in the morning because of an insect in the bathroom. “he’s sucha wimp, i swear… but i’m not!” you giggled as wonbin tried to prove his courage and braveness in attempt to win you over. “then i’ll make sure to call you the next time tokki brings a grasshopper to me.”

“mhm, that’s good. don’t call anyone else, okay?”

you could tell wonbin was getting even sleepier, tokki already curled up by his side. wonbin was dozing off slightly, eyes staying shut longer during his blinks. as much as you liked hearing his sleepy voice, you knew he had to get some rest. “you should head back to your dorm soon, yknow? you’re already so tired.”

“mm, so lazy though…”

“then you can sleep at mine. i don’t mind and ‘s not like i’m there anyways.”

“reaaaally? you’re the best, y/n. your couch’s so comfy.”

wonbin eventually dozed off, too tired to even end the call, soft snores escaping his parted lips. you couldn’t help but to take a screenshot, he looked so pretty. his lips were so kissable. you couldn’t wait to be back tomorrow.

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CHOI YEONJUN

teasers:

why can't we be friends? (enemies to lovers)

CHOI SOOBIN

none at the moment

CHOI BEOMGYU

series:

anti-romantic ft. h.hyunjin

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lowkey

KANG TAEHYUN

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HUENING KAI

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╰┈➤ about me

my names vienna. call me tokki ☺️ im 17 thanks 4 asking! i js like writing what i think. multistan. (aespa, nwjns, nmixx) pure lesbian 😃 NMIXX ISN’T OVERRATED IDC WTF U SAY. ily all sm! i write for only fem reader (so men and if you are on this post then pack your bags and leave) STREAM “MADE YOU LOOK” BY TOKKIZ ON YOUR MUSIC PLATFORM NOW 😉 follow my other acc : @princessmixx

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nmixx

lily morrow !

none yet..

oh haewon !

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seol yoona !

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kim jiwoo !

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bae jinsol !

💙🤍 = sugar rush

jang kyujin !

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newjeans

lee hyein !

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kang haerin !

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hanni pham !

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kim minji !

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danielle marsh !

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aespa

yoo jimin !

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aeri uchianga !

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kim minjeong !

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ning yizhuo !

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Seungie Tokki

wc: 2.1k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: some swearing; lots of fluff; gyuvin, ricky and yunseo large features lol summary: seungeon and bestfriend!reader are obviously in love with each other. will the other '04 yuehuaz be able to finally get them together? ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ guys this one is so good lmao. was requested to make a fluffy friends-to-lovers seungeon x reader, but ended up writing iconic comedy quartet '04 yuehuaz instead... luckily, both goals were accomplished so i hope you enjoy :)

"Aw, thank you Seungie!" You coo, taking the little blue and white polka-dotted stuffed bunny from Seungeon's hands. You examine it, turning it around a few times before holding it up to his face. "Doesn't it kind of look like him?"

Gyuvin snorts. "Spitting image."

Seungeon glares at the taller boy, who runs to hide behind Yunseo. "Do you want to die?"

"Now that I think of it," Yunseo poses, smirking as he rubs his chin thoughtfully between two fingers, "isn't it a bit too obvious that you're giving (Y/N) a stuffed animal that looks like you?"

Seungeon blushes furiously and you figure that being falsely accused by his friends of harboring romantic feelings for you for the umpteenth time is as good of a cause as any for embarrassment.

You shake your head. "Come on, guys. Seungeon and I have been friends for years. If he was interested in me, wouldn't you think he'd have done something about it by now?"

"Yeah, you would think; wouldn't you?" Gyuvin replies, stepping out cautiously from behind Yunseo to give Seungeon a pat on the back.

Seungeon sighs. "I'm sorry these idiots followed me along on my walk. I didn't mean to take up your lunch break with their," he narrows his eyes at the two lanky boys beside him. "... Buffoonery."

You laugh, taking a step closer to your friend and pulling him in for a hug. "It's really okay. I'm bored all day here anyway so I really appreciate the company actually. Come back whenever you want!"

Gyuvin and Yunseo grin satisfactorily, the darker-haired boy announcing, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"

"We are not coming back here tomorrow!" Seungeon protests, smacking Yunseo on the arm. "My team is practicing during this time tomorrow."

Gyuvin chuckles. "He didn't say you were invited."

Seungeon rubs his face with his hands in frustration. "That's it. We're leaving now."

"Thanks for coming, Seungie," you say with a smile, checking your phone quickly to see how much time you have left for your lunch break. "Will you come again soon?"

Your friend stares back at you unblinkingly, only nodding slowly at your request.

You swallow nervously, involuntarily biting your lip as you add:

"Good. Cause I miss you."

~

"Cool," Gyuvin mocks to Yunseo as Seungeon trails behind him down the sidewalk. "(Y/N) said 'I miss you' and he replied... 'Cool'."

Seungeon lets out an exasperated cry.

"Not to mention the googly eyes he was making before that," Yunseo adds. "He went from cartoon hearts flying out of his eyes to 'cool'. A tragic overcorrection if I've ever seen one.

"Damn. And he's been acting like this for years and (Y/N) hasn't caught on yet?" Gyuvin shakes his head disbelievingly.

Yunseo laughs. "They're literally made for each other."

"No, we are not! I don't know how many times I have to tell you guys that (Y/N) and I are just friends. Neither of us are harboring secret romantic feelings for each other," Seungeon exclaims annoyedly, catching up to his friends and pushing his way in between them.

"Oh, come on, Seungie," Gyuvin replies, rolling his eyes at the shorter boy. "

"Yeah, we saw you stand there for twenty minutes trying to grab that specific toy and then when you managed to win a different one first, you literally threw it at the kid in line behind you and shouted, 'TAKE IT! JUST TAKE IT!'" Yunseo recounts.

Seungeon shrugs sheepishly. "It was a purple bunny. (Y/N) would never want a purple bunny."

"Now, remind me Yunseo, did he traumatize the kid before or after he put the purple bunny in a chokehold and whispered, 'This one doesn't look anything like me'?" Gyuvin quips, smacking the back of Seungeon's head. "And who the hell doesn't like purple bunnies?"

"OKAY, FINE!" Seungeon relents, rubbing the spot on his head that Gyuvin had hit. "I did want the blue bunny because it looked a bit like me, yes."

"It actually looked eerily like you," Yunseo says, visibly shivering. "Are you sure that thing wasn't cursed?"

"It's not cursed!" Seungeon protests, throwing his arms down in a tiny tantrum. "I would never give something cursed to the love of my--."

Gyuvin and Yunseo's jaws drop as the words accidentally roll off of their friend's tongue. Seungeon's hand flies to cover his mouth as he realizes what he's just said.

"FINALLY!" Gyuvin shouts, stopping dead in his tracks to jump up and down in celebration.

Yunseo grabs Seungeon's shoulders and shakes him excitedly. "HE ADMITS IT!"

Seungeon's head shakes rapidly as he tries to deny the Freudian slip, but his heart sinks as he realizes its too late to take back now. Gyuvin and Yunseo will never let him hear the end of this.

"You have to say something now," Gyuvin pleads, throwing his arm around Seungeon's shoulders as they continue down the street.

"No, I don't," the shorter boy counters, folding his arms across his chest in defense. "There's no way (Y/N) feels the same way."

Yunseo sighs, throwing his head back in exasperation. "Seungeon, please answer me honestly, is your stupidity willful or are you really this blind?"

Seungeon glares back at him. "What are you trying to say?"

"He's trying to say you're a giant idiot!" Gyuvin says, tossing his empty coffee cup in a trash can.

"Not helpful," Seungeon responds with a frown.

"How are we supposed to help, Seungie?" Yunseo asks rhetorically. "You and (Y/N) are so obviously in love witch each other and you refuse to believe it. You are clearly beyond help."

Seungeon's brow furrows confusedly. "You--... You think (Y/N) feels the same way?"

Just then, Seungeon feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a message notification from you.

Look, Seungie Saram! Seungie Tokki is alerting me when new customers enter the store from his post on top of the espresso machine. He's doing a good job, don't you think?

Attached is a picture of the little blue and white polka-dotted bunny sitting on top of one of the coffee machines at your shop. Seungeon's phone falls from his hands as he clutches his heart at the adorable sight and Gyuvin lunges to catch it in his freakishly large palm.

After he reads your message and gags, he passes the phone to Yunseo who gags as well.

"That's it," Yunseo announces, tucking the phone back into Seungeon's pocket. "You're going back there tomorrow and you're asking (Y/N) out once and for all."

"You're putting a lot of faith in the hope that he'll make it to tomorrow," Gyuvin quips with a snort, both of the boys turning to look at Seungeon who is miming out a whole conversation with you as the other boys talk. "See? He's going insane as we speak."

"I'll do it," Seungeon exclaims suddenly, an excited grin spreading across his face. "I'll ask (Y/N) out tomorrow!"

"Holy shit," Gyuvin whispers in awe. "We fixed him."

Yunseo laughs, patting Gyuvin on the shoulder. "Now we can work on fixing you."

~

"Seungie!" You greet happily as your friend walks through the door of your coffee shop the next day with his friends again. "I thought you had to practice today?"

"Oh, uh..." Seungeon fumbles, eyes locked on the Seungie Tokki plushy facing the door from the top of the espresso machine. "I bartered my temporary freedom in exchange for bringing my whole team coffee."

You laugh, following his gaze up to the bunny toy. "He's my guard rabbit. Much less expensive than a real security system."

"And much less effective," Gyuvin mumbles, pulling out his wallet. "Can I get an iced Americano?"

"It's (Y/N)'s lunch break!" Seungeon scolds. "I'm already about to order six iced coffees as it is..."

"Then what's four more?" Ricky scoffs. "I'm only here in the first place because you promised to buy me coffee today."

"Good to know your support is entirely dependent on material gain," Seungeon replies with a glare.

"Support?" You ask, head tilting to the side cutely. "Why do you need support?"

All of the boys' heads snap back to you quickly, as if they'd already forgotten that you were standing there.

"Um," Yunseo responds awkwardly, grabbing Ricky and Gyuvin by the backs of their shirts and pulling them towards a booth in the corner of the shop. "We're gonna sit over here."

You sigh, attention returning to your friend. "Your friends get weirder every day."

"Tell me about it," Seungeon agrees, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry to ask you to make all this coffee when you're supposed to be resting."

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it. I'm closing early today anyway since it gets too slow on Tuesday evenings to justify staying open."

"Oh," Seungeon replies, nodding slowly as you make your way back behind your counter and start to prepare the coffee orders. "So are you saying you're free tonight?"

You laugh, holding a cup underneath the espresso machine spout. "Yeah, I am. Why? No way you're not busy. You're always busy now."

You watch as Seungeon's face falls. "I'm sorry," he says sadly. "The show has me on such a tight schedule."

You shake your head. "It's not your fault! I'm proud of you, ya know? I just miss you is all."

Someone coughs loudly from the back booth and Seungeon turns around to glare at his friends for being rowdy.

"Cool," Seungeon replies in the exact same fashion he had the day before. He shakes his head. "No, I mean--."

"He means he misses you too!" Gyuvin shouts.

Seungeon presses his lips together awkardly. "Uh, yeah. That is what I meant."

"No, no. What he actually means is that he really misses you. He spent twenty minutes at a claw machine yesterday trying to win you that ugly ass bunny that looks like him, because he wanted to give you something that reminds you of him," Yunseon explains further.

"Well, I don't think you had to say it was ugly--," Seungeon says but he's interrupted by his blonde friend.

"Seungeon is in love with you," Ricky announces definitively, looking up from his phone only when he doesn't hear anyone reply. As the other boys glare at him, he just shrugs. "What? It's true. Isn't that the whole reason we're here? Right, Seungie?"

Seungeon's head falls to his hands. "What a disaster," he groans, before taking note of your silence and looking back up at you cautiously.

Your eyes are wide as you blink back at your friend. "Is that all true?"

He grimaces, before nodding slowly. "Yeah."

A small smile surfaces on your face as you process the confession. "So, what you're saying is... I can actually bring this bunny home and put it on my bed and not feel weird about it?"

"Oh my god," you hear Gyuvin whisper in awe.

Seungeon's eyebrows raise in shock. "I--... Um... Yes. Yes! Absolutely. Yes, you can totally do that. I would be so honored if--."

"And can you get out of practice tonight for a bit?" You ask, packing the coffees into a cupholder tray. "We can go to dinner and you can tell me how you feel without all of your tall friends' commentary."

Seungeon nods vigorously. "Yes. Yes I'd love to ditch my tall friends and sell my soul to my team to have dinner with you."

The rest of the boys stand up from the booth they're at and make their way to you and Seungeon at the counter. Gyuvin wraps his arm around Seungeon's shoulder.

"He's all grown up now," he says, picking up one of the coffee trays. "Please invite us to the wedding."

"I think Dongyeol will let you out of practice for the sake of love," Yunseo says, picking up another tray. "Just be thankful Park Hanbin isn't your leader this week."

Ricky grabs one of the coffees out of Yunseo's tray and pokes a straw in it right away. "We're gonna fix Gyuvin next, right?"

"Okay, everybody keeps saying that and I just don't understand how you could want to fix perfection," Gyuvin replies, giving you a wave as they shuffle out the door and onto the street-- leaving you alone with Seungeon.

"So, uh," he says, picking up the last coffee tray from the counter. "I'll see you around 8?"

You nod, chewing your cheek to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. "Yeah. 8 is good."

He nods also, walking toward the door and pushing it open. "Make sure Seungie Tokki gets a premium space on your bed."

"I'll send you a picture," you say, unable to hide your smile now.

He laughs. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"See you later, Seungie," you respond with a wave.

"Can't wait, (Y/N)."

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fifteen -> ynwon parents

as i walked into the room, jungwon immediately opened his arms wide open and i jumped into his arms, “hello pretty girl, you look amazing.” i giggled and blushed at his remark, shoving my head into his chest as he rubbed my head. “so! what shall we do?” i asked as i put my bag down to the side, “should we go live?” jungwon asked as i nodded as we set up our phone at the corner as we blasted songs.

“why are you sitting so far away from me?” jungwon asked as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him, leaving no gap between us. i blushed and looked down as i tied my hair up into a bun.

soon enough we started the live, “hello everyone!” jungwon greeted as i followed him, “hello~”. he got up to adjust the camera angle and when he went back into his position, his hand was on top on mine. does he think he’s slick or something?

“yn and i wanted to do a short live before we start our practicing. how’s everyone?” jungwon announced as the comments section flooded with hearts and ‘please notice me’. “we’re fine! how are you guys?” jungwon picked out a response and i replied, “we’re fine too! we hope you’ll like our coming comebacks as well~”

“please adopt me,” i picked out a comment as jungwon and i laughed, “you guys are wild…”

‘ynwon be my parents!’ ‘adopt me please’ ‘adopt me roblox? yn do you play roblox?’ ‘i love you guys so much please notice me!!’ were the weird slash good comments. other comments were… ‘yn’s not good enough for jungwon kekeke who does she think she is!’ ‘i hope yn flops!’ ‘jungwon love not yn’

was i affected? yeah… a certain comment caught my eye. ‘yn’s such a flop. she’s a bad leader, she didn’t deserve to debut at all! her vocals are barely there and she can’t even sing or rap! she’s just a backup dancer at most. she doesn’t deserve to be a leader or even be talking to jungwon keke! she should’ve just suicide when she had the chance.’

i looked down at my lap as jungwon read the comments and laughed along with engenes and tokkis. tears threatened to leave my eyes as jungwon tapped my back, “you okay, love?” i looked up to jungwon with teary eyes, smiling hesitantly as he sighed softly and smiled widely at me, rubbing my back, “you’re so much more worth than whatever they say you are okay? don’t listen to them. they’re just jealous of your accomplishments.” i smiled and rubbed my eyes as jungwon smiled and turned back to the camera, “you guys should be aware of what you say, words can really hurt.”

“thank you,” i mumbled as he smiled at me and gave me a side hug.

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hhs’ notes! new update after a longg time😞 i’m sorry loves, i was too busy to update but hey i have 3 weeks left of intern and i won’t be cleaning diapers anymore! til then, i’ll post a new smau to finish before june ends! i hope you enjoyed this smau because it’s ending soon🙁 last few chapters and boom! we’re finished☹️ i hope you enjoy these last few chapters as well because i know i will🤍 as always, take care of yourselves and relax and stay safe! love you all, mwahs! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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01. Guess who’s going to Seoul?

you jolted from fear as your character crouched around in the dark, your heart rate was high indicating that the monster was near you. Deciding to take a run for it, you sprinted towards the exit, your palms were filled with sweat as you could hear your character’s breathing increase dramatically as the music got louder.

“holy fuck!!” you jumped out of the chair as a jump-scare popped out leaving the screen black with big red letters that read, ‘game over.’

You clutched your oversized shirt as you tried to gain life after the graphics of the scare, “fuckk bro that was wild” you laughed to yourself. Looking around remembering that you were at the gaming cafe and not your own cozy bedroom with your own PC because your mother took it away from you for “excessive use”

“Would you like a refill?” one of the workers came up to you, quickly shaking your head no you packed your stuff up and logged out of the computer. Forgetting you had your phone on dnd for hours, you were surprised to see a few messages from your worried mother.

You mentally groaned swiping through the rest of the notifications when your eyes landed on a dm from the popular esports team Tokki.

“Oh my gosh, is this a scam??” you voiced your thoughts aloud. Nothing else ran through your mind but the message as you made your way home

-

The moment you entered the house you were face to face with your mother who was not happy at all but you on the other hand, could not stop cheesing.

“Mom mom mom I know I shouldn’t have been gaming but just listen hear me out.” You sat her down while holding her hands in yours.

“What is it you’re scaring me” her brows furrowed and you could tell she was worried.

“what if I join a professional gaming team?” you mumbled knowing she wouldn’t let you. Its not like you need her permission anyways you are 18 but then again you always sought validation since you were a kid. You clenched your teeth as your mind quickly filled with negative thoughts of different ways she could say no.

‘Professional gaming isn’t real’

‘They’re scamming you into giving them money’

‘No, you are going to law school and that is final.’

You felt tears building up as your mind flooded with these negative thoughts, overwhelming yourself.

“What team is it?” you lifted your head up, staring into your mother’s soft eyes as she had a small smile on her face. “Im willing to let you try it out, but I will need to know who is the head of this team, where you’re sleeping, who is all there, I need numbers, emails and addresses so that I know my baby will be okay” she gasped as you jumped up off the couch doing spins around the coffee table.

Summary: You were scouted to be on a pro esports team when you started to find yourself falling for the leader, Minji as well as Hanni. Leaving you in difficult situations that eventually effect your performances. As Minji starts being harder on you, you can’t help but lean on Hanni for support, but deep down you wonder if any of them feel the same way you feel for them.

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