#we all know that wonho is ready and willing to give the people what they want

[froghwon]

it’s just not realistic 💔

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my one and only — yoo kihyun

a/n: here she finally is!! i hope you guys like it!! especially you fairy joo anon!!

word count: 2.9k (i know!! it’s the same length as the other two combined!!)

content: sub!siren!kihyun, dom!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), pegging, hints of choking(?), yep just like in the first one you do almost die and yes the other siren is wonho, this is also one of those pieces that is only partly smutty, the whole piece is romantic and cheesy and i'm in love with it <3

summary: overwhelmed and dazed with thoughts of a certain siren, you learn that if you call out for the siren that’s fallen for you: he’ll answer.

part 1 | part 2

it’s been so long since you went back to the beach. you’d say that you had almost forgotten your proposed date with a certain siren, but that’d be a lie. he hasn’t left your mind since you first heard his voice, saw his delicate yet sharp features. you were completely enamoured with him, though unsure if you loved the siren or if you’d truly just fallen for a boy with a soft heart and a cheeky smile.

but you do know that that unforgettable little siren is the reason you’re at the beach once more. it’s cold and dark out, so you’re 100% sure this is a bad idea, but your heart is calling out for him, and there’s no not doing this. you take your first step into the water, flinching at the frigid temperatures, but continuing on, forcing yourself to keep going until you could completely start swimming, swimming out to the exact same spot.

your entire body feels frozen like an icicle, and it’s hard to pinpoint just how much time you have left until your body completely succumbs to hypothermia. maybe this was incredibly irrational, now that you think about it, because it absolutely was, and it feels like you’re going to die because this siren’s got control of your head.

that is, until you hear a faint humming, the sound soothing you, turning the cold surrounding you from painful, sure death to a comforting blanket wrapped around you, the hum is enough to completely relax you. it’s at this point you’d be worried about drowning, but the humming becomes soft singing, it just won’t stop and you just feel so relaxed, there’s no reason to worry about it.

but that voice doesn’t sound like him. it’s softer, it’s lighter, and it’s clearly not kihyun. kihyun’s voice is sharper, it’s powerful and overwhelming, the kind of voice you get addicted to instantly, willing to die if just to keep hearing it. this voice was almost hesitant, shy, the kind of voice to fall for, it’s pretty and it’s cute and it’s not kihyun.

kihyun, please, your mind begs as you start to feel lightheaded, come to me.

arms wrap around you, keeping you from thrashing around more and trying to swim to the surface, to save yourself like you did once more. the voice keeps singing, still soft and hushed, like a whisper in your ear, it’s dizzying and makes your head spin.

you suddenly feel the arms release you, and you take the opportunity to snap out of it and swim to the surface, you barely make it, but you do. the burning in your lungs hits you all at once, but slowly dies down as you breathe more and cough up all the water.

“my love,” you hear, and you almost cry out of relief. that’s his voice, that’s him.

“kihyun,” you mumble in response, so close to passing out, it's amazing you’ve stayed conscious this long, “kihyun, kihyun…”

“it’s me, it’s me, just relax. i’ll bring us to shore,” he whispers, and it’s easy to just reach out for his hand that he’s extending for you, and that’s when you lose consciousness.

—

you awaken with a dangerous fit of coughing, looking around in the dark blurrily. you’re not awake enough to process what he’s saying, but kihyun, suddenly in a more human-looking form, doesn’t seem super thrilled with you, “i can’t believe you came for me at this time, when it’s this cold, wearing this, i know me being a siren can make people irrational, but god you’re dumb.”

“hehe, and you’re really cute when you’re mad,” you mumble, touching your fingertip to his nose, making a ‘boop’ sound when you feel his skin. his cheeks are always flushed-looking, but you’re sure it flusters him, you can see it in the way he coughs at the awkward moment and can’t meet your eyes.

“oh god, i don’t know what to do, you’re clearly going to die from the cold water if i don’t get you a jacket, maybe even if i do. and i don’t even know where i’d get you something to wear,” he mutters frantically, but you weakly reach your hand up to cup his cheek (obviously temperature doesn’t bother him) and he cups his hand over yours, kissing the inside of your palm, “stay with me, my crazy and irrational love.”

“crazy over you,” you flirt with a wink, which doesn’t exactly help the situation, and he’s not amused by your antics, too worried for you, “there’s a lost and found by the pier, maybe you’ll find a jacket there.”

he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead before running off, trying to be quick. you lay there, on the sand, shivering and half close to death, until he returns with a long jacket and some boots for you. he’s also fully clothed now, and you realize he was probably naked the whole time you were dying, “is there somewhere we can go to get you warmed up? where do you live?”

“i walked here, help me up and i’ll guide us there,” you say, and he does just that, helping you, but before you can start walking, he cups your hands, trying to blow hot breath on them to warm them.

“i just wanted to say,” he starts, genuinely looking so small and vulnerable and in love like this, “despite how dumb and irrational it was, thank you for coming back for me.”

ha, that’s what i should be thanking you for, you think, but you smile, holding his hand as you lead the way.

—

you sit with him in front of the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate as he hums in your ear, lulling you into a more calm state, all the anxiety and fear over the fact that you nearly just died leave you body.

“i'm sure this wasn’t what you had in mind for our date,” he mumbles, chuckling with a hint of sass in his words.

“nonsense,” you respond, reaching out to grab his hand, holding it in yours as you speak, seeing the way he eyes your hands, “we can still have an amazing date! do you want some hot chocolate too?”

“i’ve never tried it…?”

you facepalm dramatically and he chuckles at your antics, “oh! right! you’re a siren! you’ve probably never tried a lot of things...uhm okay...i bet you’ll love it though!”

“then yes, i’d like some,” he smiles charmingly, and you make a cup of hot chocolate for him too, making sure to put a lot of marshmallows just for him. he won’t know how much of a declaration of true love that is, the fact that you gave him more marshmallows than you’d even give yourself. he doesn’t need to know that yet.

you give him the hot chocolate, and he seems to really like it, drinking it quickly like the temperature doesn’t even bother him, “this is really good! please make me more,” he smiles with some chocolate dripping down his chin.

“don’t move,” you murmur as you lean in, licking the chocolate off his chin and leaving a peck on his lips, smirking. you don’t leave his space, staying so close that you can feel his nervous breaths against your face, cupping his cheek while you adjust yourself so you’re on top of him, “kihyun,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss him again.

he groans, breaking the kiss slightly, as your hand fondles his chest, flicking at his nipple just to get a reaction out of him. your kisses move down from his lips to his jaw and settling on his neck. you nibble and suck gently as he tilts his head away from you, giving you as much access to his neck as you please.

“you ready to repay that favor?” you murmur in his ear, feeling the way he shivers underneath you.

“thought i did that when i saved your life,” he responds cheekily, smiling with those pretty eyes dimples that you want to kiss and kiss until your lips are blue. he’s always so unintentionally distracting.

“kihyun,” your tone is warning, and he caves instantly, immediately becoming much more docile and puppy eyed.

“what do you need me to do? i'm afraid i’m a bit.. inexperienced…” he mumbles the last part, almost seeming ashamed, but you press a kiss to his forehead, getting off of him and sitting back down on the couch.

“sit on the floor, between my legs, my kihyun,” you motion for him to move, and he does, slipping off the couch, onto his knees in front of you in an instant. his movements are so graceful and gentle, it’s like everything he does entrances anyone around him, “here, i’ll take off my pants and underwear,” you say as you do just that, “alright, now, lean in, kiss my inner thigh just a bit.”

he says he doesn’t know what he’s doing and yet he easily throws one of your legs over his shoulder and leans in, doing exactly as you instruct, leaving gentle, wet kisses as he gets closer and closer.

you guide him through every part of eating you out: teaching him to suck on your clit, how to use his tongue just right, but the thing affecting you the most is his groans and moans that you can feel deep inside, the sound and feeling of him being ten times as overwhelming like this.

you tug him around by his hair if only to make him more vocal, keep him whining and whimpering against you, “c’mon ki, be useful and make me cum,” he keeps doing just as you showed him, but honestly it’s more you grinding against his face as you got close that set you over the edge.

you breathe heavily, still reeling from the orgasm, as he falls back on his hands breathing also quite hard, “i haven’t cum that hard in so long,” you smile as you catch your breath, watching the way he seems nervous, adjusting himself to cover an obvious erection, “oh is kihyun needy too?”

“yes, he is,” he groans dryly. you motion for him to come closer with your finger, and he does exactly that.

“then you’re gonna like what comes next, baby,” you whisper before you lean in to kiss him once more, pulling him up so you’re both standing, and leading him to your bedroom.

you push him onto the end and he’s left dazed as you go through your drawer, pulling out a pretty pink strap-on and a few other things. you can see how he gulps, seemingly nervous as you come closer.

“are you okay with this, baby?” he nods without a bit of hesitance.

“absolutely, i just— is this going to hurt?”

“no, no no i promise it won’t. and if it does, we’ll stop immediately. this is all for you,” you reassure, and he takes a few deep breaths before letting you pull him onto your lap. the borrowed pants and boxers that don’t exactly fit his body come off so easily and he whines as your lubed-up fingers prod gently at his hole.

“m-my love,” he whimpers, gently holding onto your shirt, “it feels too good, you feel too good.”

“yeah? then i can’t wait for what you’ll feel like when it’s my strap-on in you, baby. don’t you want me to fill you up like that?”

“mmm, yeah, i know you want to ruin me, so do it, my love,” he groans as you start to finger him, keeping going until he’s completely comfortable and then adding another finger, stretching him even more, “i know i'm irresistible, i know i’ll make you feel better than anyone else, i know my voice ruins you, so ruin all of me, won’t you?”

you almost growl at his words, ferocious in the way you handle him, “you shouldn’t talk like that.”

“why?”

“because i truly won’t be able to control myself anymore,” and in an instant, he’s lowering himself onto your strap, his mouth hanging open as he adjusts to the size.

“y-you’re so big,” he mumbles, closing his eyes as he gets comfortable, wiggling his hips around experimentally, moaning cutely. one of his hands goes up to cover his mouth, but you pull it away, holding both of his arms in place so he has no choice but to moan freely for you.

“you say that but you’re already fucking yourself on my strap, baby,” you giggle, holding him close, his back to your chest, “keep riding me, ki, show me how desperate you can get.”

he does exactly that, pleasing himself as you sit there, listening to his angelic moans, like they’re almost hypnotic. instead of using them to silence himself, he reaches his hands back to hold onto you, and you let your hands wander, one touching his aching length and the other wrapping gently around his neck. his breathing halts, even without any pressure from your hand.

it’s almost ironic, how it’s him that can’t breathe this time. your kisses on the side on his neck leave him weak and he loses rhythm on top of you. you help him by gripping his waist and forcing his body to keep pace, “baby,” you murmur in between pecks.

“y-yeah?” his stuttering, breathless voice and the ache for more in his words makes you groan, gripping his neck tighter, and he throws his head back onto your shoulder.

“tell me how good my cock makes you feel, baby,” you lazily stroke his length, using the leftover lube from when you fingered him to easily get going.

he whines, which is the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard in your life, “you— you stretch me out so good, my love. please, please, it feels so good, i’m already so—” his pleas echo in your head. they’re disorienting and entrancing and you can’t get enough of them.

“i’ll make you feel even better than now, watch this,” you forcefully pull him off of the strap, keeping your grip on his waist and you flip him over, pressed against the bed as you enter him again in an instant. he moans even louder in this position, even with his voice slightly muffled as he turns his head to the side. it’s like music to your ears, “feel free to get all your cum all over yourself and on my bed, i’d take it as a compliment.”

he cries out as you thrust into him, keeping a pace you know overwhelms him with the intention of pushing him over the edge, filling him with bliss, “o-oh! fuck! oh my god, you—”

“you shouldn’t curse, pretty angel, you’re too perfect and innocent for that,” you can see and hear just how close he’s getting, all the rocking back and forth giving more stimulation to his cock, “although, i do somewhat doubt your innocence, seeing as i’ve got you moaning like a whore,” he groans at your words, but he can’t think of a sassy response, the words not forming in his head, “i can’t get enough of you, my sweet kihyun. cum for me, let me hear how angelic you sound, will you?”

he does, cumming and almost screaming loudly, hypnotizing you with his gorgeous voice, trembling and shuddering with absolute bliss as the high fully racks his body. he breathes so heavily, unable to catch his breath until you slow down and eventually pull out, letting him recover from it all.

“are you okay? was that okay?” you ask him, leaning forward to play with his hair. he flips himself over, lying on his back, as he breathes and keeps an intense eye contact with you.

“that was… incredible,” he whispers, loud enough for you to hear. “you’re incredible. you’re amazing, you’re so perfect.”

his words almost make you flush, the sudden compliments take you by surprise, so you ruffle his hair a bit and run your fingers through it in a calming way, “thank you, ki. you did really well, my perfect boy.”

he smiles, his eyes fluttering closed, “hey uhm, can you tell me something?” you hum affirmatively, “tell me your name.”

you laugh almost incredulously, “you’re still hung up on that?”

“i mean, you know mine, and i know it’s hard to trust a siren, i know it’s not super safe to give your name away, but please. i’ll do anything to prove myself worthy of it,” he begs, sweetly reaching out to grab your hand.

“okay,” you sigh, “i’ll tell you,” he smiles, listening intently, kissing your knuckles as a ‘thank you’, “it’s… y/n.”

his smile is so sincere and adoring that there’s no reason to not trust it, and he whispers in between kisses to your hand, “beautiful. every part of you, even your name, is beautiful.”

you smile back, pulling your held hands to your lips to kiss his knuckles in return, “remember when i asked you if you even knew what love was?” he nods, and in that moment, you realize you probably didn’t even know either, “is this it?”

“yeah, i think this is.”

—

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MonX Hospital | Wonho

Pairing: Lee Hoseok x reader

Genre: paramedic – hospital au / co-workers to lovers

Warnings: naturally given the au of an EMT/paramedic there are more than one reference to accidents, a death and medical terms. Also there is a small fight, kind of a one-night stand but not and I wrote Y/N as on the shorter side, sorry if this offends taller readers.

Word count: 3525

Index: Shownu | Wonho | Minhyuk | Kihyun | Hyungwon | Jooheon | Changkyun

“Hey short stuff!” Hoseok greeted fondly and you rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder briefly before turning back to cabinets you were stocking.

“You know, if you keep using that term, all the others are never going to stop teasing me for being the shortest here on the force.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it! Great things come in small packages.”

Your gaze fell directly to his loins and smirked. “Do they just?”

“Y/N!” Hoseok warned with a hearty chuckle, helping you with your final gear check in the back of the ambulance.

Truth be told, he liked that he got a rise out of you most days. Hoseok had been in the paramedic industry for four years now and out of all his co-workers he had been paired up with, you were definitely the most compatible. You made the long hours worth it, with the endless banter and the equally deep and thoughtful moments too. Working in such a high-stress, life or death environment was never easy to navigate but you had become a well-oiled machine together. Some of his greatest accomplishments had been at your side.

“Ready to go?” you questioned and Hoseok nodded, climbing into the driver’s seat of the vehicle and moving out of the parking lot. Every day was different on the job. Sometimes he spent more time in the office than behind the wheel, not being on the active dispatch team. Today, however, you were on the road, waiting to be called towards jobs that needed their assistance.

You wound down the window and placed your arm on the doorframe. “It’s too nice of a day to be cooped up in here.”

“You say that every day it’s sunny.”

“The sun will be gone soon and replaced with a busy Friday night, I bet you.”

“How much?”

“You’re willing to give me your money so freely?” you teased and Hoseok shrugged. “Twenty bucks that we only deal with drunk people.”

“Alright, the same if we have at least one sober patient.”

It wasn’t the most ideal thing to be waging on what type of work you would have for the night, but it kept it interesting.

And it made you delighted knowing he had to pay up at the end of the shift. “Oooh, we’ve been around so many intoxicated people tonight I think we’re starting to smell like a brewery!”

“You’re not funny,” Hoseok replied as he pulled out his wallet and handed you the money. You grinned and waved it around, doing a little dance alongside it. “What’s fair is fair.”

“You really do like giving your money away,” you stated, giving him a wink before going into the female changing rooms.

Hoseok waited for you to return out of uniform and jangled his keys. “Want a lift home?”

“You just like driving me around, don’t you?”

“I’m used to it, it’s not often you’re behind the wheel because-”

“Finish that sentence, I dare you,” you implored and Hoseok shrugged playfully, leaping away from your frustrated swipe in his direction. Chasing him out to his car, you just missed your chance to catch him when he slipped inside the driver’s side. Sighing and stalking around the vehicle, you slumped into your seat.

“Buckle up for safety!” he reminded as he turned the car on and you shot him an exasperated look. “Hey, everyone of any height needs to keep safe in a moving vehicle.”

“One day I’m going to get you so good and you’re going to regret every quip you’ve said to me.”

You managed to have him whining two days later before your shift, winning an arm wrestle against him twice. “It’s impossible!”

“Why, because your muscles are huge and mine aren’t? It’s called having a good strategy, you should look it up.”

Ducking his head as the other teammates in the break room laughed at his second defeat, Hoseok dived on the dispatch radio that went off on the table. “Let’s go, Y/N. I’ll show you just how good I am at my job instead.”

After attending a three-car pile up, thankfully all with minor injuries and only transferring one patient to the hospital for follow-up treatment, Hoseok glanced at you instead of pulling out of the ambulance bay.

You gave him a quizzical look. “What?”

“You did really well on that elderly woman’s treatment.”

“What are you talking about?” you muttered, picking up the tablet from its stand to log in more details of the event and close the report. “I just did my job, like you.”

“It seemed as if you got that leg injury stabilised before I was finished dressing the second car’s passenger though.”

“Did I?” You stopped tapping on the device’s keyboard and thought for a moment. “I guess I was efficient.”

“You’re a good partner to have in an emergency, Y/N.”

“What’s with all the praises, still upset about me winning earlier and trying to win me over now?”

“No,” he replied genuinely, and then frowned, trying to search for a reason for his compliment. When he started speaking, he hadn’t felt he needed one. But now, as he continued to look for an answer, he felt hot under his collar. Why were you affecting him today?

You looked at him and then smiled gently. “Thank you. I’ve learned from the best.”

“Me?”

“Chief Jung,” you corrected with a laugh and Hoseok groaned, leaping on another dispatched call and answering that they would take it.

The unease Hoseok was feeling towards you was fleeting and within a week it was back to the same constant bickering and comfortable nature you shared. The rapport you had together only strengthened after being faced with a fatal incident as well. It was never easy to be carrying someone in the back on a gurney headed for the mortuary, and the sombre silence in the cab only amplified this after driving back to the base. Hoseok gripped at the steering wheel at a set of lights, knowing somewhere tonight, a family would be grieving over the person they couldn’t get to fast enough to save.

“It’s the worst feeling,” you murmured as he began to drive off. Hoseok glanced at you briefly, your eyes stuck on the road ahead. “Even if it’s part of the job and not my first time, I don’t like it.”

“I don’t think we’re meant to like it.”

“I know it’s selfish, but I never want to be on the other side of the situation. I’ve had to treat friends before and I know it’s my job to remain calm and collected in a stressful environment like that was. However, say it was you; I don’t think I would be able to.”

Hoseok reached over to pat your hand lightly. “Hey, don’t go thinking like that.”

“It could happen.”

“It could,” he agreed softly, images procuring in his mind with coming up on a scene and finding you within it. He shuddered and blinked it away rapidly. “But I know you’ll do your best for me. And likewise, I’d give my all to save you.”

“Ah, we’re so emotional,” you stated shakily, clapping your hands together. “Does everyone crack like this after losing someone?”

“I don’t know, but you’re not alone in this tonight.”

You grew silent again until you climbed out of the cab and grabbed your things. Turning to look at Hoseok, you smiled sadly. “Want to go get a drink?”

“I was going to suggest the same thing.”

Once showered, changed and now seated in a bar with a drink in hand, you seemed a bit more alert. Hoseok smiled as he pushed the bowl of hot chips he had purchased towards you. You eyed the move cautiously. “What?”

“You need more colour in your cheeks.”

“I’m not feeling faint,” you replied sternly, though took a chip and blew on it lightly before chewing it.

“I know, but eating is a vital step in recovery for us.”

“I’d rather drink.”

“It won’t go away with the alcohol,” he reminded and you nodded distractedly. He could tell you were definitely more subdued than usual tonight. Looking around the bar, he pointed across the room. “Want to play a round of pool?”

“You only suggested that since I suck at it.”

“There’s always room for improvement,” he offered and you picked up the bowl of chips and your drink, standing up and gesturing to a free pool table.

It wasn’t until your second game where you had loosened up enough, laughing loudly at sinking the wrong ball than the one you were originally aiming for.

“At least you got one in!”

“I’m so ridiculously useless at this game!” you replied with another laugh, picking up your drink and taking a gulp.

Hoseok sunk the final three balls and you clapped at his triumph. He picked up his jacket and nudged you playfully. “Let’s call it a night, huh?”

“Good idea before you get drunk and start singing out of tune like you did last time,” you quipped and Hoseok reached out for you as you scooted out of his way. Accidentally, he knocked the man at the neighbouring table in the process.

And then, you turned around and let out a string of explicit words. Hoseok was conflicted. On one hand, his heart was thumping erratically at your instant defence for him, but with the way they acted towards him, he wasn’t exactly able to put in his best bid to protect you with the shock still keeping him to his spot.

“Sorry mate, I didn’t-”

A sickening punch came right for him in response and Hoseok was disorientated. He wasn’t expecting it at all and wobbled as he regained his balance. You came into his view immediately, examining his cheek.

He was in a daze, wondering if it was all a dream as he watched you twist the man’s arm who had just punched him now behind his back and made him drop to his knees. Details seemed to remain hazy even when you were helping him into the back of a cab and giving over your address. It wasn’t until you made him sit down on the edge of your couch inside your home and placed a bag of ice over his cheek that he seemed to snap out of his reverie.

“Did you just do all that?” he wondered out loud and you grinned at him.

“What, save your ass from doing something stupid?”

“I think you were a little too reckless compared, don’t you?”

“There was no need to punch you, and he had to apologise for it.”

Hoseok mirrored your grin as you rearranged the bag you were holding against his cheek. And then it faded, sliding forward to kiss your lips.

It had to be the alcohol, he concluded as he passionately continued to kiss you. There would be no other explanation for the hunger that you were showering him in otherwise. You had never expressed a desire for him like this. Although he had confused moments, you were impartial to dating and even frowned upon it in the workplace. So the events of the night and the alcohol consumed could be the only explanation for this.

Not that he needed one right now. He was all too immersed in running his hands along your curves, gasping when you hastily undid the buttons of his shirt. He enjoyed your instant appreciation of his exposed torso, the licking of your bottom lip urging him forward to capture them again, to continue making you his.

And then the fever cast over you caused you to press into his injury, a sudden hiss leaving him and ruining the mood. He panicked. “No, I’m fine!”

“More than fine,” you breathed, tenderly running your hand over his chest. “But you’re injured, let’s stop here.”

“Really?” he asked with disappointment as you puckered up your swollen lips and nodded sadly. You patted him on the chest before getting up, although Hoseok reached for your hand to halt your departure. “Where are you going?”

“To get you some blankets to sleep with, unless you want to uh… share my bed?”

He nodded then, following you down the hallway to your room.

The alcohol couldn’t hide either of your awkwardness now that the heated moment was left back in the living room. You looked at the space and then cringed. “We can’t, you know.”

“I know. Let’s just sleep,” he assured and you nodded, climbing into the bed first before Hoseok followed you in. Tense for a moment, you then rolled towards him, Hoseok slipping his arm after your neck.

Exhaustion washed over you both, pulling you into your dreams before you could question it any further.

When he woke in the morning, you were already up and making breakfast. Hoseok leaned against the doorframe and watched you move around the small kitchen, smiling to himself. He realised he could get used to this type of relationship with you. Those flustered moments and the unease he had felt thus far made more sense now that he had kissed you.

He was certain you could become better partners to each other on and off the clock.

His growing romantic notions were clipped short by your response over breakfast, however.

You smiled at him politely as you spread jam on your toast. “Your face looks a mess.”

“You did a good job of making me feel better.”

“It was a slip-up, it won’t happen again. Alcohol does strange things to people,” you replied and Hoseok’s expression faltered. You continued to eat your breakfast as if the heated embrace you had experienced wasn’t that special. Were you really that unaffected by it? Hoseok was sure you had felt what he had too.

Maybe you were only acting on impulse from the alcohol after all.

So he swallowed back the remnants of his feelings and chuckled. “Right, we had too much to drink.”

“Don’t go getting punched in any more bars,” you added on with a smirk.

And that was that. He had been lucid when it all happened, and he knew you weren’t even tipsy. Yet you both chalked it up as a drunken experience, working together as if you hadn’t had your hands all over his torso as his tongue wasn’t battling with yours all those weeks ago.

He had to admit, he was rather relieved when his planned time off rolled around. For two weeks, he wouldn’t have to endure through the unexpected moments where he’d catch himself thinking back to that night. Little things, such as you tying your hair back, were enough to give him a seconds’ flash of memory from that night.

Yet, you were unaffected, impartial even.

Or so he thought.

It was ironic how life worked in mysterious ways and if this was how he was going to get your attention, he wasn’t so sure he’d be willing to go through with it more than once. The impact of the other car hitting his was deafening, the screech of the wheels across the asphalt causing Hoseok to clamp his eyes shut momentarily.

He had attended far too many accidents but this was his first being involved in one.

When the noise all came to a halt, he opened his eyes again, assessing himself for injury. He had a few cuts on his arm from the glass shards on impact but nothing was substantially painful. Opening the door to his side of the car that thankfully hadn’t been the one to receive the impact, he went over to the driver in the other car, checking them for injuries as he called for emergency services.

Hoseok didn’t even notice it was you called onto the scene at first, too busy applying pressure to the thigh injury sustained on the other driver. However, he knew it was you who called his name out desperately, ignoring the other paramedic who was calling for you to calm down.

You dropped to your knees beside him, shaking visibly as you reached out for his face, looking him over as tears fell from your eyes. Hoseok smiled softly. “I’m okay, Y/N. We need to help Mr Laing here. He’s got three deep lacerations to his thigh and a suspected concussion.”

You merely stared back at him, still holding onto his face. “I told you not to do this to me.”

“Y/N,” he called, shaking you firmly. “Snap out of it, you need to help this man first.”

“I’ll do it,” Curtis announced and pushed you aside, stepping in to stabilise the patient. You seemed to snap out of your initial shock and assisted Curtis with getting the patient into the back of the ambulance. And then you came back to where Hoseok was now standing and took his arm with a tremble. “Come on, you’re getting checked out too.”

“I’m fine,” he told you but you ignored the response, guiding him into the extra seat in the ambulance. You seemed to have regained enough control over yourself to administer the correct care to the patient on the short trip to the hospital, and once you had handed him over to the awaiting medical team at the Emergency Department, you turned back to Hoseok, your knees starting to give way.

Lurching forward, he grabbed you before you fell. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“No, I’m in shock,” you told him simply, staring up at him intently. “How dare you get hurt and be there when I arrive on the scene.”

“I didn’t quite expect the guy to hit me in the intersection when he did.”

You shook your head and thumped him on the chest. “What are you doing getting involved in accidents anyway?!”

Hoseok shot Curtis a helpless expression, who gestured for you to stay with him as he closed the back door to the ambulance. Sighing, Hoseok walked slowly inside to the bed a nurse called him to and sat you down beside him. You didn’t let go of his injured arm, staring at the cuts over his forearm forlornly.

“Y/N,” he murmured and you hummed in response, tearing up. “Why are you being like this?”

“Am I meant to be fine about you getting injured?!”

“No, it’s just…” He paused to take in a breath. “I’m okay, it’s just a bit of soreness settling in from the impact and some cuts. I’m not dying yet you’re acting like I’m critical right now.”

“You mean too much to me to end up here like this,” you confessed shakily, blinking as a tear slid down your cheek. “You’re meant to help those who get hurt, not be the one hurt.”

“I know. You really are in shock, huh?”

“I like you too much for you to be hurt,” you continued and Hoseok nodded and then stopped, widening his gaze upon your face.

“Wait, like me too much?”

“Of course, I do!”

“As your partner?”

“As a man,” you corrected, wincing a little when you brushed your fingers too close to one of his wounds. “I know you didn’t think much of that night but I did.”

“Woah, hang on a minute!” Blinking rapidly, Hoseok then grabbed your chin with his uninjured arm to pull your focus up to his eyes. “You were the one who brushed it off for being intoxicated.”

“I didn’t want to put you in a bind by my feelings,” you mumbled and Hoseok laughed. You gaped at him. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Because we’re idiots! I’ve liked you a whole lot too, I just thought it was one-sided.”

“Definitely not.”

“So it really scared you to find me there, then.”

“If you ever get injured without me being there again,” you started, heaving in a deep breath as you shook your head with contempt. “Actually, you better not ever get hurt in front of me again.”

“You’re really protective, you know? You saved me in the bar and now you’re asserting yourself again for my safety. It’s really adorable.”

“I would hardly call this situation adorable, Hoseok.”

He grinned despite your lamenting statement, leaning over to peck your lips. You froze and Hoseok kissed you again before pulling you in closer to his side. He sucked in a breath when it hurt a little to do and you snapped out of it enough to look at him with worry.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I am, I have paramedic Y/N at my side to help me.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I might need extra treatment after we’re done here getting this sorted out,” he admitted and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Hoseok smirked. “With how much you like me, I might end up becoming lovesick.”

“God, you’re hopeless,” you told him despite a smile tugging at your lips. Nestling into his side, you buried your head into his neck and pressed your lips into him.

“Maybe you’ll need treatment too. But that’s okay, we’re medically trained professionals. I’ll save you and you can save me, deal?”

Looking up at him with another smile, you let out a breathy laugh. “Deal.”

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The Arrangement (Chapter Twenty Three)

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six) (Chapter Seven) (Chapter Eight) (Chapter Nine) (Chapter Ten) (Chapter Eleven) (Chapter Twelve) (Chapter Thirteen) (Chapter Fourteen) (Chapter Fifteen) (Chapter Sixteen) (Chapter Seventeen) (Chapter Eighteen) (Chapter Nineteen) (Chapter Twenty) (Chapter Twenty One) (Chapter Twenty Two)

The train was mostly empty for the early Sunday morning trip back to the city. You were going back hours earlier than planned so you could see him and tell him what was on your mind.

You bit your lip thinking about the way your friendship had progressed over the past half year together. From trying to discern who he was and what his thoughts were for Wonho at a dinner party to then being offered to become his companion and now falling under his own charms and surrendering yourself to him completely. 

He knew every part of you and you knew every part of him.

You close your eyes and rest your head back on the seat. The sun wasn’t even rising yet, but you were ready to be back in the city with him. 

The conversation with your father replayed in your head again. 

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It was late afternoon Saturday when your father told you he wanted to take a walk down the street. You had agreed knowing your favorite tree was in full bloom and it would be nice to see it again. The beginning of the walk is quiet and you both walk slowly, enjoying the moment. Your mind drifts to Shownu and how he would enjoy it with you.

“So what’s his name?” Your dad asks as you walk alongside one another. You look at him in surprise. He chuckles. “I know that look all too well.” He pats your hand. Your arm hooked through his. “I had it with your mother.”

You smile, blushing. “It’s not like that. We are just working on a business deal together.”

He studies you over before sighing. “Be that as it may I still know that look.”

You smile weakly before looking at the path ahead. He squeezes you hand.

“I take it he doesn’t know?”

“No. He is different. He doesn’t believe in relationships like that.”

“Mmm,” he hums and you both keep walking. “He’d be a fool, Little Bean, not to love you back. You are so much like your mother and I know how her love is.”

“Thank you.”

He grins, ambling along with you. You near a garden and you smile, relishing the beautiful colors and little insects making it their home.

“She used to look at nature just like you. Her love for flowers and plants going beyond anything I had ever seen. Well until you came along. She just loved the beauty in the simple things. I knew that about, it was one of the first things I noticed about her. I saw it every time after that too. It’s why she picked me.”

“Picked you?”

He nods, smiling as he reflects back fondly on it. “She had another man interested in her. He was a lot wealthier than I, but he didn’t see her the way I did. He charmed her and took care of her.” He shrugs. “But she told me on the night I asked her to marry me that he never looked at her the way I did. I looked at her like she looked at the flowers.”

“Dad,” you whisper, tears welling in your eyes.

“And I imagine your friend looks at you the same way. He’d be a fool not to.”

You use your free hand to wipe your tears before they roll down your cheek.

“You have a fighting spirit and a strong will to do what needs to be done, but you also have the grace and gentleness to take the world in with all its beauty. Not many people can do that Little Bean.”

You smile and lean into him a little. “Thank you.”

He smiles at you and turns you down the lane where your favorite tree was. He used to take you here when you were little and help you pick out flowers to take back to your mom. She’d smile and accept them with the most breathtaking smile before putting them in a beautiful glass vase. 

You didn’t realize how much you missed him or home. Until now.

“You should tell him,” he says gently. “He deserves to know and to be given a chance to tell you the same.”

You nod.

“Go back earlier, tell him tomorrow.”

“But I promised to spend the whole day with you.”

“You can bring him to visit and spend the whole weekend with me next time. I need a young happy couple to remind me of the joys in love.”

“Dad,” you sigh and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“I’m okay Little Bean. I mean it. You should do as I say.”

You both come to a stop at your favorite tree and all the wild flowers in bloom around it.

“Should we collect the best ones?” He asks.

You nod going forward to do just that and he joins.

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You let yourself into the apartment and smiled seeing it was quiet and mostly dark still. He had slept in. You shed your coat, shoes, and bags as the elevator closes behind you before padding quietly into the apartment.

You pause and bite your lip to see several figures asleep on the couch. He had mentioned having the guys over for a few hours since he would be alone most of the weekend. You couldn’t tell who was who with the sun barely breaking the horizon and not being near enough. All you could see was four bodies sprawled out. It seems it had turned into a sleepover. 

You make your way up the stairs and quietly down the hall. You gently open the door and slipped in before turning.

“Shownu?” You whisper as you step a little closer.

He shifts a little and that’s when you notice it. You freeze hands flying up to cover your lips to hold back a giggle. There he was, dark hair ruffled and sticking out from the blanket just like always. But he wasn’t alone. 

You hesitate, cheeks burning as you notice the extra body, and how peaceful they are sleeping together. Which one had crawled into bed with him? As close as they were you wouldn’t be surprised at any of them doing it. Jooheon would be your best guess, especially with the way Jooheon relied on him and how deep their friendship was. 

The temptation to wake him and see what was going on before teasing them both tugged at you. But as soon as he shifted in his sleep a little more you got a decent view of the other person and you freeze. The sun was cresting more painting soft pinks and oranges into the room and the view was crystal clear. It was a woman.

Your heart shatters, a coldness running through you, and you want to run and pretend it’s not true. So you do the only thing you can think to do. You ease back before grasping the handle and slowly slipping out.

Once the door clicks shut behind you and the burn of tears threaten, you fight the tears down and without thinking any further you scurry back downstairs. You notice the occupants of his sofa beginning to shift as the sun peeks brighter rays into the rooms. You didn’t want to him to know, not yet, not until you figured out how to address it. You hurry and press the elevator button willing it to come before anyone fully woke up as you scramble to collect your things. 

The numbness settles in as you descend down to the main floor and hail an early morning cab. After you are safely tucked into your car the tears come. Your hand muffles the sobs. He had slept with another. He had broken the terms of your arrangement, but he had also shattered your trust and any hopes you had of a future past the arrangement you had in place. 

(Chapter Twenty Four)

[uwunnie]

This is not over. (Update Nov. 13, 10:51 AM US Mountain Time)

I’m going to try to make this as quick as possible without losing quality or meaning of what I’m trying to say.

-

To put it simply: The fight is not over.

We do not know the specific reason as to why this is happening, but I can offer a possibility: Legality.

If I’m going to give SS the slightest bit of trust, I would say that the reason as to why Wonho is being removed from sites and what not may be due to legal reasons. This is often seen in court cases involving high profile entities.

My advice: Wait for an official statement.

Once/If an official statement is released detailing Wonho’s termination, that is when we call even louder for a reinstatement, but it has to be done correctly.

I’ve been seeing people talk about boycotting in the way of cutting off sales and what not, so allow me to let you in on a piece of valuable info: Idols are who profit from sales; agencies only receive a sliver.

By refusing to stream, purchase merchandise, and so forth, not only are you depriving artists of their income, but you’re also sending the message that these human beings are disposable.

If I had to take a guess? It would probably delight SS if you view it from the standpoint that they’re not staying quiet due to legal reasons and Wonho’s best interest.

The reason I state this is because if SS truly did terminate Wonho, then a boycott would more than likely fuel them to drop MX altogether which, in their eyes, could benefit SS.

Do you really think they want to, or are going to, deal with a group who’s no longer making sales? Sure, they receive a sliver of a profit, but money is money to them in the long run and when you tie it in with the label’s own controversy/legal case, they will drop MX without a second thought. And if there’s the possibility that Wonho will return, it will more than likely influence them to change their minds.

But Rae, MX is their biggest group! They’d never do that!

There’s a new boy group with quite a bit of fame getting ready to debut soon, and they have other groups and artists with fame, so they more than likely do not care.

-

It’s plain and simple: Boycotting only tells SS their artists are disposable.

-

Do you see the picture I’m trying to paint? Do you see why I’m trying to tell everyone to carry on and wait until an official statement is released?

Proceeding with caution is our best move.

-

In addition, I’ve seen quite a few people spread misinformation and a lot of negativity. I understand that everyone is angry and scared - I am right there with you, but we can’t just assume all hope is gone.

I’ve received anons telling me that we don’t know MX personally, so we shouldn’t care as much as we do.

If you view the situation like this, then that’s your own choice, but bear in mind that we shouldn’t have to know them personally to stand up for what’s right. How is what’s happening to them any different than the wrongdoings other people receive?

We’re all human beings, and should be treated as such.

In addition, the main reason as to why I created a legitimate website for updates and news is to stop the spread of misinformation.

Do not assume that what’s occurring is a comeback plot. Do not assume SS did this for publicity and money. Do not assume this is just one big marketing scheme.

Do not spread unknown information with CERTAINTY. ‘I think this is what’s happening’ or ‘I assume’ have a totally and completely different meaning than ‘this IS what’s happening’ when regarding the situation.

-

If you choose to no longer support MX, then that’s your choice. I’m not going to sit here and say that I support it, but I also have no right to tell someone they should stan a group when they don’t want to.

I will, however, say that you shouldn’t spread negativity to those who are hopeful and still trying to continue with the movement.

Our voices were heard when we united together and stood strong with one another. We were taken seriously - even if you might think otherwise.

This divide that I’m seeing now can very well lead to a downfall of everything we’ve worked hard to maintain.

Quite frankly, right now is when we need to be united more than ever.

-

You don’t have to stand with us if you no longer choose to do so, but at the very least, do not discourage those still willing to fight for what’s right.

For those of you willing to continue:

Do not give in. Do not give up.

Keep fighting.

-

The only way I will stop partaking in this movement is if Wonho, himself, comes out and genuinely - and I mean genuinely - tells us it’s what he wants.

Until then, if it even happens, I will not stop.

[mxflo]

Wings Of Fate - Part 23

<Part 22>

Changkyun stares at the blood trickling down his hand. Pulling out a piece of glass from the shattered mirror he tosses it in the trash can. Turning the water on he cleans his hand and by the time he’s finished he’s healed and there’s no sign of there ever being a wound. His eyes lift under heavy lids as he looks at himself in the broken mirror. This is the second one he’s broken this week. Changkyun has been losing himself to rage more and more and the frustration of not being around you is fueling the anger. Leaving the bathroom he reaches for his phone and dials the number for the maintenance manager.

“Hey, it’s me. I need a new mirror in my bathroom, it’s shattered. Thanks.” He hangs up and tosses his phone on the bed. The entire apartment staff is under his control by this point. No questions are asked, and whatever he wants, gets done right away. They fear him to much to challenge him in anyway. Though the heavty tips he gives them could be a influence as well. Most humans are greedy after all.

After spending the day inside, letting his playlist run, he decides he’s bored of staying inside and decides to head out for some fun. Grabbing his car keys he heads out without a destination. As he walks out into the hall he stops for a few seconds, listening. He hears the faint sound of your TV on. Ever since Nate was in your apartment you always had the TV on for background noise since you still get uneasy staying there alone. 

For a second he almost knocks on your door, but he stops himself, knowing that he is more of a danger to you now than ever before. He is promised to protect you, and that includes protecting you from himself. Turning on his heals he heads to the elevator. 

Before long he finds himself driving around town, unsure where to stop, and growing more bored of driving by the second. Finally he heads back to the apartment. Anger builds up inside as Changkyun grows more frustrated with the mundane life. Wanting excitement of any kind he wishes he could see something eventful. Even if it’s at the cost of others. He pulls up at a stop light and as he’s watching cars pass by him one by one. The light begins to change again and as he sees cars start to slow down to stop he focuses on one leading the rest around it, wishing that they could be in enough of a hurry to run the red light. 

When the car starts speeding back up Changkyun sits up straighter, his full attention now on this car. Then just as he wished, the car speeds into the intersection, as another car is mid turn. The two collide and with the distinct  sound of metal crunching. He sits there, observing people running from their cars to check on the ones inside of the cars. Several people have their phones out. A scream for help comes from the turning car. There’s blood coming from their forehead and they aren’t moving. The person screaming is the passenger, trying to wake them up. It’s sickening how much that person cares. Changkyun is reminded of himself protecting you from Nate. He had felt what must have been similar emotions behind those screams. 

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Then maneuvers his car around the scene of the crash and continues his drive home. His influence over people is definitely stronger in this form, which only makes him realize he’s even more of a danger to you than he had thought. His mind goes back to the last time he saw you in the elevator. How your body reacted to him. You had said you didn’t miss him, but when your body practically begged for him he thought you had just lied to him. Though if he has the power to cause what just happened, maybe you actually didn’t miss him at all, and he had just willed you to react to him the way he wanted you to.

Hurrying the rest of the way back, he slips into the apartment, turning music on to try to drown out the feelings he’s trying to ignore. When that doesn’t work he grabs a bottle of whiskey, leaving the glass behind.

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“Excuse me!” You yell out, waving the bartender down, ready for another drink. He looks your way and nods as he finishes up the drink he’s currently making. You smile and nod when he walks over as he confirms you want another drink, the same as you had all night. Shortly you have your third...maybe fifth drink of the night in your hands as you turn around to go find Bri on the dance floor where you left her. 

When you find Bri she grabs your drink and takes a sip before handing it back. You roll your eyes as she laughs and pulls you further onto the dance floor to join her. Song after song, you both continue to dance. Sometimes finding some random guy to dance with but growing bored of all of them quickly. 

When the current song ends you excuse yourself and Bri as you leave the most recent random guy behind. Holding her hand as to not get separated you both push your way back out of the dance floor. You head for the bathroom and as you enter it Bri hesitates, looking behind her shoulder for a second, confused. 

“What?” You watch her.

“...Nothing, just thought I saw someone I knew. I guess I didn’t.” With that she walked into the bathroom and let the door close behind her. “Hey, can I see your phone, my is dead.”

“Sure.” You hand her your phone. “You really should be more careful about recharging your phone before we go out.” You tease.

“I wasn’t expecting you to agree to this tonight.” She laughs.

“True. I didn’t either.” You shrug as you head into a stall.

Once you both are ready to go back out, Bri leaves first, walking quickly to the bar. You try to keep up with her but struggle as you have had a fair amount to drink tonight. “Slow down.” You plea.

“Sorry. Lets get some water.” She slows her steps just slightly, still walking a little to fast for your liking.

When you reach the bar she pulls out your phone. You had forgotten she had it. She asks you to smile and instead you raise your middle finger at her, sticking your tongue out childishly. She snaps the picture quickly, and puts the phone back in her pocket.

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“Kyun, this has to stop. You are slipping further away from your humanity.” Jooheon sighs as he stares at Changkyun slumped over on the couch.

“Who cares. She thinks I’m a monster, so might as well be one.” Changkyun shrugs, his tone ice cold.

“You’re not a monster.” Hyungwon states.

“Maybe not, but I am a demon.” Changkyun corrects.

“Which are lost angels. So there for, you are still an angel.” Kihyun chimes in.

“Also still a demon.” Changkyun rolls his eyes. “I know you mean well, but it’s to late.”

“You can repent, stop sinning, learn from your mistakes. You will be forgiven but you have to ask for forgiveness and stop acting so barbaric.” Shownu speaks up.

Changkyun groans as lays his head back on the back of his couch. “Look, I get why you all are here, but I also don’t care.”

“So what if you don’t. We do. You can still be forgiven if you just take it seriously.” Wonho glares at Changkyun, annoyed with how he’s being.

“Why keep trying? I wanted this. I didn’t want to see the paths Fate makes with every choice. I failed already. I lost her.” Changkyun closes his eyes. He’s sobering up to much already. Reaching for the bottle again, a hand stops him.

Changkyun looks over at Wonho with a puzzled expression. “You’ve had enough.” Wonho warns.

Changkyun rolls his eyes again. “Whatever.”

Then the chime of a text grabs everyone’s attention. Wonho reaches for phone and when he sees the name he smiles, but it instantly fades as he opens the message. “Looks like your needed at the club right now.”

Throwing the phone to Changkyun he reads it and his head spins. It’s not a text, but a picture. “I need to go.” Changkyun growls. He drops his phone on the table, the picture displayed on the screen for everyone to see.

“This one is all you, we can’t stay much longer. Don’t go off the deep end totally, okay?” Shownu pats Changkyun on the shoulder. “You wont be able to even protect her if you go to far down this path.”

Changkyun looks around the room at all of his brothers who came together in an attempt to save him, again. Changkyun gives an understanding nod, and then  one by one they quickly say their goodbyes before leaving Changkyun alone in his apartment. Staring at the picture sent to him once more before he grabs his keys to head to the club.

<Part 24>

[miss-noo-na]

Reminder (Wonho Smut/Mafia AU)

Title: Reminder

Featuring: Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: Mature. Dom!Wonho Sub!Reader, spanking, dirty talk, good girl/kitten, brief mention of death. 

Summary: Wonho’s job can be dangerous, and despite knowing you’re taken care of, you can’t help but worry. When you break a cardinal rule, Wonho has to remind you who is in charge. 

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Being Wonho’s fiancée wasn’t always easy. From the outside, everything seemed almost perfect. His business, the company you both kept, the vacations, getting everything you could have ever wanted, and the attention he paid you would make the best of them envious of your love. However, few knew what went on behind closed doors.

He was a high-ranking associate to a well-known family, one that you might call an established family. Words like mafia didn’t get thrown around like they once did, but if you had to attribute a definition to what he was apart of, that would be the more accurate one. He wasn’t a brute, although he looked like one, and he wasn’t a petty thief or a drug-lord either, he was simply well-connected and business minded, and willing to look the other way when more unsavory people and situations presented themselves.

This sometimes left you on edge, unsure of what the next day would bring. He could handle his own and he had people to protect him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a target. He knew things, and there were a lot of people who wouldn't be afraid to crack his skull for that information. No serious threats had occurred just yet, but you knew they were watching, and you knew they lurked just outside your comfortable life. You had been followed, a few times at that, and you had witnessed him being accosted and verbally threatened. These rare instances frightened you senseless, but Wonho took them in stride.

“It’s okay, kitten.” He smiled bright, pushing your hair out of your face and caressing your cheek. “Nothing will ever happen to you.”

“It’s you I’m worried about.” You’d say, hanging your head.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, either. I promise.”

Though you would nod and smile, you couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of dread.

This week had been particularly difficult. Someone who worked under him had gotten into some serious trouble with an opposing family, and they were looking for him. They had already roughed up some lower level clients for possible information, and when they didn’t get it, it only made them more angry and eager to find him.

“Do you know where he is?” You asked the evening after it got serious, pulling your legs up under you on the couch.

“No.” Wonho answered sternly, busying himself around the living room and not meeting your eyes. You wondered if he was telling the truth. You thought maybe he might lie to make you feel better about it.

“They’re going to think you know.”

He didn’t say anything, and it made your stomach churn.

“I have some people coming over tomorrow,” He said instead, changing the subject. “We have some serious things to discuss.”

You knew what that meant. Anytime someone visited his home office he wasn’t to be bothered under any circumstances. You had been staring at the ground, chewing your finger in thought, vaguely taking in his words. Then you felt a hand under your chin, firm in its hold but not too tight, just enough to pull your attention up to his face.

“Do you understand?” He asked, and you nodded slowly, nuzzling his hand in the process. “Of course, sir.”  You said in a quiet way, and you felt the tension in his arm relax. He could be strict, but it didn’t take much for you to soften him.

The next day you didn’t have much to do, so you went about some housework, making coffee, laundry. Wonho was distracted for the most part, in his office getting ready for his meeting later that afternoon. You only came in once or twice, to bring him coffee or tidy up, and he smiled and thanked you each time, giving you a grope here and there for good measure.

It was a perfectly normal day, and some of your anxiety had started to slip away, until you opened your phone and saw the news alert about a body being found in a local ravine. They hadn’t released a victim name yet, but you could tell by the details that it sounded like a planned hit. You swallowed hard and padded lightly to Wonho’s office.

“Did you see this?” You asked, offering him the phone. He read it over and his face went from curious to concern, but then he plastered on a fake look of nonchalance.

“Could be nothing,” He shrugged. “They find bodies in that ravine all the time.”

“Hogtied with a bullet in their mouth?” You asked, and sighed as he pushed himself away from the desk and stood. He was so imposing that it still overwhelmed you sometimes, until his arms found their way around you, pulling you close.

“You can’t keep this up, you know.” He said, squeezing you “You’re going to drive yourself crazy if you think every little bad thing is going to happen to us.”

“It’s hard not to,” You lowered your head, somewhat ashamed.

“Until I hear something more concrete, don’t worry about. And when I do, I’ll take every precaution I possibly can. We’ll be fine.”

With that, he kissed the top of your head and sent you on your way.

His associates started to show up one by one, and you invited them each in and led them to the office. Wonho told you exactly who would be there, and when the last person entered and the office door shut behind them, you sighed. It was evening now, the sun slipping beyond the horizon, and you didn’t know quite what to do with yourself.

You felt uneasy in the living room by yourself, even though there were people just down the hall. Thinking about the body in the ravine and trying not to picture it as anyone you cared about wasn’t helping, so you turned on the TV for distraction instead.

It was working for about a half an hour, and you had forgotten all about your worries. Yet, to your surprise, there was a knock at the door. You knew exactly who would be showing up tonight, “no more, no less” Wonho had said, so you felt immediate tension at the sound.

You got up and crept to the door, peering through the peep-hole. A man who you didn’t recognize stood there, and he seemed agitated.  You wanted to ignore it, and you did at first, but he knocked again, this time louder and with his fist, and it sent a jolt of fear through you.

“Wh-who is it?” You asked meekly.

“It’s Stevie, open up.” He said adamantly, as if you should know him. You hesitated, and he spoke again.

“Quit playing games and let me in.”

You swallowed hard, this could just be a set-up and the moment you opened that door could put you in a world of trouble. You started to back away from it and the man knocked hard once, making you jump and almost shriek.

“I don’t have time for this.” He yelled, and you turned and near-ran down the hall toward the office. You knew the rules, under no circumstances, but you felt this fell under the “in case of an emergency” clause.

You swung the door open into the office and everyone’s heads turned in unison at your brash entrance. Wonho’s eyes narrowed in your direction, but then he saw your face and the way your chest was heaving, the wild fear in your eyes.

“What is it?” He asked, standing. You gestured down the hall.

“There’s a man, he’s-” You could barely get out the words, feeling like you were on the verge of a panic attack. Wonho didn’t have to hear anymore, he left his place at the desk and passed you into the hall, a few of his associates following. The man was still knocking and talking loudly through the door. You stayed in the hall, trying to control your breathing so you wouldn’t hyperventilate.

After a brief exchange you heard the front door swing open, and then more words, but the voices didn’t sound hostile. You started to inch down the hall and peeked your head around the corner. Wonho and the man were having a conversation that seemed casual, and the man laughed, apologizing before he walked away.

You stepped out into the living room and Wonho shut the door and turned toward you. His associates mumbled in idle chit-chat as they passed you back into the office.

“Wrong apartment.” He said, and you blinked at him.

“What do you-”

“He was on the wrong floor. He had a few too many and was looking for his girlfriend’s place.” He explained, and you could tell by his tone that he was upset with you for overreacting, especially when you had interrupted him when you knew not to.

“I’m sorry, I really thought-”

He stopped you again. “We’ll talk about it later.” He said, returning to his office. You sunk down onto the couch, burying your face in your hands, the embarrassment washing over you in hot waves. You had made a total fool of yourself for no reason, and had also interrupted Wonho’s extremely important business for nothing.

An hour or so later, the men exited the office and bid you farewell, thankfully not mentioning the incident. You saw them out with a forced smile, but didn’t meet their eyes, closing the door behind them.

When you turned, you realized Wonho wasn’t around, and took a breath before heading toward his office, having an idea of what you were in for.

You came to the door way and opened your mouth to speak, but he did first.

“Close the door behind you.” He said, his voice in its hard, business tone. You did as you were told and watched him shuffle his paperwork and put it away. He then stood, moving to the leather couch on the other side of the room under the window, sitting down. He stared at you as he undid the cuffs on his dress shirt and started to roll them up his forearms.

“Come here.”

You felt an anxious shiver go down your spine at his words, walking to stand in front of him, arms behind your back, letting your hands fidget.

He sat back against the couch and let his legs fall apart. “Down.”

You knew what he wanted, laying yourself across his lap and resting your arms and head on the cushion. He slipped his fingers inside your leggings and tugged them down, along with your underwear, exposing your bare backside.

“You know what this is, right?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.” You spoke, trying not to let him hear the tremble in your voice.

“What is it?” He asked, smoothing his hands over your skin.

“A punishment.”

“And what for?”

You swallowed. “For interrupting your meeting.”

“Mhm,” He agreed, and as one arm braced you against his lap, the other that was caressing now rose up before coming back down hard on your ass with loud smack. You twitched, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Because I told you, didn’t I, kitten? I told you everything would be okay, but apparently my word isn’t good enough.”

He did it again on the other side and you hissed.

“How can I ever leave you alone like this? You know I love taking care of you, babygirl, but you have to take care of yourself when I’m not around, right?” He explained, and you nodded again before thinking better of it.

“Yes, sir.”

Smack.

“So what do I have to do? Do I need to stop spoiling you so much?”

Smack. Smack.

It was starting to sting a little now, the initial endorphins wearing off and replaced by a biting pain every time he came down on a spot he had spanked before.

“I want you to be safe, but I want you to be strong, too.”

Smack. Smacksmacksmack.

Tears started to tickle behind your eyes and you buried your face in your arms, both from the pain and the emotions. “I know, sir.”

He could hear the crack in your voice, and paused to pet the back of your head.

“Are you okay, kitten? You know what to say if you want me to stop, right?”

“Yes,” You pulled in a breath, because you needed this. “Keep going.”

He made a satisfied humming sound.

“That’s what makes punishing you so difficult, you take it too well.” He said, losing some of the seriousness in his tone. “You’re such a good girl.”

You felt your entire body melt at his words, his praise a soothing balm to every physical and emotional scar.

Smack.

You could feel the heat radiating off your skin, all your nerve endings sparking every time he made contact and burning when he stopped.

“Are you going to listen to me?” He asked, his voice returning to its deliberate and sincere tone.

“Yes, always, sir.”

Smack. Smack.

“We’ll work on ways you can protect yourself. Until then, you have to trust me.”

Smacksmacksmack.

Now the tears brimmed at the edges of your eyes and you sucked in a heavy breath.

“I trust you, I’ll listen, I promise.”

Smack.

“I know you will.”

The last time his hand came down was almost too much, and your safe-word tickled the tip of your tongue, but it didn’t need to be spoken, because now his hand went back to smoothing over your poor, tortured skin. His hands were soft and cool and you sighed in relief.

You weren’t given much time to recover, though, because now his fingertips were sliding down the dip of your cheeks and toward your slit, where they pressed and wriggled through your folds.

“Why are you wet, kitten?” He asked in an amused way. Now your face burned as hot as your backside.

One finger found its way inside you and you arched, moaning into your arm.

“That was too easy,” Wonho laughed, adding another for good measure as his thumb found your clit. He worked the digits into you slowly but firmly, massaging your inner walls in a hooked motion, finding your G-spot and pressing into it. Your body shuddered of its own accord, and when you bowed forward you could feel him hard in his pants, rubbing against your hip.

“Right there?” He asked teasingly, and you moaned again while nodding,  your hands gripping the leather cushion.

“You took your punishment so well,” He purred, “But do you deserve a reward?”

“Please,” Was all you could say, his thumb circling your clit in just the right way as he commanded you from inside with his other fingers. The pleasure made you forget all about how much your ass ached.

He worked you for awhile longer, making sure you were good and frantic, clawing your way toward your orgasm. When he felt your breath speed up and your hips starting to press back into his hand, he stopped, pulling himself out and away from you.

You cried out, the sound leaving you in a desperate way that made him even harder. He pulled you up to face him.

“I can’t let it end like that,” He smirked, sitting back again as you now straddled his lap. He reached up and took hold of your face, stroking your jaw. “I need to be inside you when you come.”

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip and giving him that doe-eyed gaze that drove him wild. The reaction was immediate, his eyes creasing as he let out a gruff sound, pushing his hips up. “You know what to do.”

You reached down and made work of his belt, then undid the pants themselves. You tugged them down along with his boxers impatiently, and he gave you a knowing grin.

“I love when you’re eager, kitten.” He smiled, letting out a sigh as you pulled his cock free.

You pushed yourself up on your knees, taking him between your fingers and angling him under you.

“Ah, ah.” He said, tapping your ass with his hand. It wasn’t hard, but on your already raw skin it stung. “No hands.”

This was his favorite thing to see, and in your fervor you had almost forgotten. You pulled your hand back and instead let yourself sink down onto him, pressing your hips in so he filled you completely, and you both groaned at the first deep stroke.

Your hands fell to his shoulders and you shuddered when he reached the pinnacle of your inner walls, then brought yourself back up. You repeat this motion until  you found a steady rhythm bouncing in his lap, and he watched with eyes creased into small, lustful slits, mouth hanging open. The way his plump lower lip glistened made your mouth water.

He looked up at you then, sensing your eyes on him, and he was so attuned to your every look and motion that he grinned knowingly, placing his hands on your hips and tugging you forward, consuming your mouth in a wet, needy kiss. You moaned into his mouth and slid your hands down the front of him, pulling his shirt open and exposing his chest, only to run your hands along him, making sure you felt every ripple and curve from his shoulders to his pelvis.

Even though he enjoyed it for a moment, he regained control by grabbing you by the wrists and forcing them behind your back, sitting up as he did so. You gasped, but you didn’t falter.

“You want to come?” He said in a lower, raspier voice, his breathing getting shallow.

“Yes, please, sir.” You moved your hips faster. You were so sore from the spanking and emotionally spent from the entire day, but you couldn’t stop, even now as your legs started to ache and sweat beaded on both of your brows.

“Have you earned it, kitten?” He near-growled. “Do you deserve to come on this cock?”

You whimpered, pressing yourself down on him and grinding him inside you. He let out a sound that surprised him, his mouth dropping open and his eyes shutting for a moment.

“Yes, sir.” You cried out, to further prove your case.

He opened his eyes and looked down at where you rocked yourself on him,  his hands tightening on your wrists. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“I’m close,” You warned, pulling his attention back to your face. He let go of your wrists and held you by your lower back instead, bringing his face close to yours.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

That was all it took for the floodgates to open, your pleasure rocking through you with every thrust, the friction of his pelvis sending you there almost without warning. As you pushed and pulled against him, he held you down on his cock as he groaned out his own release, filling you with everything he had.

Wonho fell back against the couch and you followed, chests panting unevenly against one another, and heartbeats erratic. He stroked your hair away from your face as you laid against his chest and listened to the blood pump through his veins, slowing until it hit an even rhythm again.

“Come on.” He said then, nudging you up. You brought yourself to your feet and your legs wobbled unsteadily for a moment, and he laughed as he followed you to the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and made sure the water was as hot as you liked it, then helped you out of your remaining, disheveled clothing. As you sank into the hot water, he removed his own and followed you, situating himself behind you. He pushed some hair away from your shoulder and kissed it.

You hissed as the hot water made contact with your backside, and one of Wonho’s hands slipped into the water and under you, cupping your ass. “How does it feel?” He asked.

“Tender.” You said, nuzzling yourself back into his chest.

“Not too sore, I hope?” He asked, and when you peered over your shoulder at him, his soft eyes made you gooey inside.

“Its fine,” You said, turning yourself around and pecking him on the lips. “I like being sore.”

“You do?” He laughed as you laid your head back on his chest.

“Tomorrow, when I’m going about my day, and I feel that pain, I’ll remember how it got there.” You said with a sly smile, and he stroked a hand down your back.

“I hope it reminds you of what I said.” He placed his chin on top of your head. “That you’re strong, and that you’re always going to be okay as long as I’m around, and even when I’m not.”

You nodded, starting to feel sleepy in his embrace and the warm water lapping up your back. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, kitten.”

[yeslordmyking]

Monbebe You Can't Give Up✊

Guys...

We're falling behind on trending.

I know how it looks. I know how it feels.

But neither of those things don't change that this is not fair to Monsta X.

What does Wonho have without this group? What will he do if he's not an idol? There are chances that he can still do music, but if it's not with the group...

We can't let Korea thinks that Wonho deserves to be treated this way. We can't let Starship Entertainment erase him because the public thinks he should suffer from his past.

I'm ready to break down here. I dread facing the truth. I don't want to face the reality that we might not win. I'm not ready to let him go. I'm not willing to lose this fight.

Even if Starship officially announced that he isn't coming back, I will still fight for him after.

Because I'm stubborn. And selfish. And crazy. And I've lost people that meant a lot to me. I've watched as the ones that are still here suffer too much.

And if I lose them too, then I might as well lose everything.

This is the first time I've ever been able to do something guys. This is the first time I've felt like I've had a voice. I've made social media accounts I would never have outside of this. I've never been so determined to be part of something. I don't have to just watch anymore. I'm not just a face in the crowd. I believe we can get results, I believe we can go all the way. We can clear their names, keep all seven members in the group, and get the people who did this to them locked away. But only if we work together.

Please everyone. I know I'm not alone. I know you're still out there. There has to be others of you who are just as stubborn, and insane as me. Keep fighting. Every single one of you is contributing to this fight. With the right amount of determination, resources, prayers, and whatever else it takes, we can do this. Don't make me fight this alone.

[kpopisamood]

Queen’s Clan { 7 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem

Warnings: future smut?, violence, language

Word count: 1.69k

Tag list: @noonaduck @lovinggalaxies @elenaramos1 @girlwith-thecinder-blockgarden

***

The image was almost comical. You were in the dining hall, front and center at the end with four pairs of eyes all locked on you in some sort of fashion. Minhyuk sported a newly acquired bruise by his eye and he was looking at you with great concern. The others, whose names were Jooheon, Hyunwoo, and Changkyun all stared at you curiously. Wonho was nowhere to be seen but you had heard he went searching for you and his former “clan mates” weren’t allowing anyone to leave to go tell him they found you.

“It builds character.” Changkyun stated sarcastically to your questions on why you would do such a thing.

Jooheon coughed awkwardly, trying to wrack his mind for any sort of conversation starters.

“So, you’re the new Queen.” Changkyun sighed out. Jooheon did a double take at the blatant disrespect he gave to you but shook it off when you shrugged and mumbled a ‘guess so.’ back at him.

“Okay this is too much, who are you guys?” You blurted out, the silence was deafening and someone had to say something other than small conversations.

Hyunwoo cleared his throat before starting the introductions...again.

“I’m Hyunwoo, but those closest to me call me Shownu. These two are Changkyun,” he pointed to undercut boy “And Jooheon.” He pointed to the one with a cap.

“I meant, why are you here?” You pushed on.

“Could have asked that from the start.” Changkyun mumbled out, earning a slap on his shoulder from Jooheon.

“We were all part of the same Clan at one point. We were here to catch up on some new info and we sensed a new Queen in the area. We’ve had a system of Queens and Kings for centuries and usually when one awakens, it’s announced globally. It’s strange because we’ve never heard of you and your birth wasn’t announced to our society whatsoever so you could say we were curious about a hidden Queen.” He explained, leaving no detail out.

“Well, you’ve seen the freak show so is your business finished here?” You really weren’t trying to sound bitchy, but it’s been a long couple of days with too much information about things that normal people dreamt about or ended up in a state institution from.

“My liege, we’d like to stay under your command. If that’s alright with you.” Jooheon stammered out, trying very hard not to sound pushy.

“Speak for yourself.” Changkyun rolled his eyes and stood, just as Hoseok marched in, hair tousled and shirt in shreds, revealing a very healthy abdomen. But you weren’t staring, no.

Just as he’s about to blow up at everyone, he sees you at the head of the table and marches his way to you. He carefully lifts up each of your arms, checks under your hair and around your neck as well as anything that wasn’t covered.

“I’m fine.” You huffed, trying to pull away from him. He held on for a split second longer before allowing everything to set in place. “Can someone explain why you were all fighting?”

“It’s training.” Changkyun said simply. “We’ve gotta keep in shape somehow and the element of surprise helps sometimes. Are we through here? Because I’d like to go to bed.”

Hyunwoo nodded at him, allowing him to escape through the hall and you heard his footsteps lightly tap along the floor, disappearing slowly as he got further away.

“My apologies for our clan mate, Queen. He’s a bit troubled lately.” Hyunwoo explained, trying to cover for his underlings. He’d take on a full beating for the two he came with and it showed. He was a very silent but kind giant in your eyes and his loyalty to the two were intense. “We saw a little bit of your interaction earlier, is it safe to assume that Minhyuk and Wonho are your Blood?” He asked softly.

“My Blood?” You questioned.

“He means to ask if we serve you officially, my Queen. That you’ve chosen us.” Minhyuk said, his unwavering gaze on you.

“I—“ you cut yourself off. This was still all so new and sudden. Surely you couldn’t have actual servants to do your every bidding without question, right? “I don’t feel comfortable owning people. Slave days are over.” You stated.

A couple seconds lasted before laughs bellowed around you. Jooheon was clutching onto his stomach, Hyunwoo was trying to cover up his mouth, Hoseok was leaning against the wall for support as he faced away to laugh, and Minhyuk was chuckling unabashedly.

“We’re not slaves, Y/N.” Minhyuk laughed out. “We’re our own people who are wanting to do your bidding.”

“Min, that doesn’t make her understanding it any better.” Hoseok chastised. He strode over and took a seat next to you, face up close. “Have you ever heard of mutualism, Y/N?”

The term sounded familiar, scientific. You faintly recalled your fifth grade science teacher talking about it while he popped in a “Bill Nye The Science Guy” dvd on the lesson. But you signalled him to keep explaining anyways.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship where all parties involved will benefit. Neither side will have anything taken from them or be hurt.” His gaze intensified, almost like he was seeing straight into your soul. “What a Clan, or Blood, as Shownu mentioned, would do is have a complex relationship where all parties could rely on each other. There could be a simple tie with just friendship and comfort that you’d be seeking, or there’d be the mating side of things. We’re not pushing you straight into the latter. What we all want is to have that symbiotic relationship where we protect you and you provide us the idea of belonging.”

Belonging?

Changkyun suddenly reappeared and shamelessly stated,“Oh, so y’all haven’t fucked yet?”

Your eyes widened before you turned a deadly glare onto the man who was getting on your last nerve.

“Jesus Christ, what nun in what orphanage beat you as a child?!” You yelled, ready to tackle the shit out of this cocky kid.

Changkyun’s eyes widened slightly before a smirk fell into place before he rebutled back, “Probably the same one who kept a chastity belt on you through adulthood.”

Precisely four seconds ticked by before you lunged for the arrogant prick, tackling him down and utterly losing it. He gripped onto your wrists, not allowing you to physically assault him as you wanted and he laughed. The idiot laughed.

Before things could get any worse, you felt two pairs of arms gently prying you away from the boy who would die in a few seconds. Each one whispering sweet nothings to calm you down but it did nothing except make you rage.

What was going on? You weren’t typically a person who was easily angered. Sure, you’d get annoyed every now and then. But so did everyone. You had to keep a low profile and fighting with people didn’t exactly keep you off the radar. So why the sudden hostility?

An image of Changkyun being held down by you while you slowly licked up the column of his throat, slightly nipping at it while he groaned against you slipping into your mind, making your throat dry up and you stumbled back.

“I need to go.” You told the two holding you. Minhyuk and Jooheon eye each other before they nodded and helped walk you out of the dining hall and back to your room.

Another feeding session would likely ensue and the three that were left in the room felt a pang of envy strike them.

***

“She’s fed from him already.” Shownu stated the obvious, giving Wonho a glare.

“Yes.” He replies back, not denying anything.

“You realize Minhyuk is considered part of her Blood now, right?” Changkyun teased. He was already off the floor, brushing off the invisible dust he imagined was there, as if he wasn’t just attacked. “Also, she was able to get me to the floor, Wonho.”

Wonho was about to threaten him with the sexual insinuation before he turned to the hallway where you disappeared in awe.

“She’s getting stronger. She’ll need more Blood mates.” Shownu stood up and walked to his former Clan mate.

“She doesn’t want this.” Wonho bit back. They all had a deeper history with one another and he wasn’t so willing to go back to what once was. It could finish off what she started.

“She doesn’t have to have what we did. This time could be different.” Shownu was desperate. He had needed a place to belong ever since her. If he had to play along and just be the big brother or best friend for you, he would. But he couldn’t go on living like the lost being he was turning into. “You know what will happen if we don’t align ourselves to her. What we’ll get is death and what she’ll get is possibly worse.” Shownu practically begged. He would not go back to the life he had before. He had too much pride and he wanted what was best for his former clan mates.

Wonho’s jaw tensed and loosened for a few seconds more. “You can stay as long as you want. But I’m not forcing her into any sort of bond. This time, we’re doing things her way. If she wants us as her mates, fine. If she wants us as friends and simple companions, we stick with it. Understood?”

Shownu smiled before he nodded his acknowledgement. “You have my word.” He promised, and he always kept those promises. Wonho shook his head and walked out, likely going to see how you were doing with your newfound thirst.

“Did you really mean that, hyung?” Changkyun asked, approaching him.

“We won’t let it be like last time. We can’t.” He shook slightly, feeling past emotions threatening to boil over before Changkyun clapped his shoulder gently.

If they were doing this, then they’ll do it together. After all, this was their Clan.

Please do NOT repost! All rights reserved!

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: The usual, bit of language and mentions of fights and torture.

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“Do you trust me?”

Did you trust him? Maybe getting in the car with Jooheon hadn’t been the smartest idea you’ve had, acting out of pride to hurt others, in this case Wonho, never worked the way you wanted. You’ve never been so scared in your whole life, being in a car that descended down the road at more than 160 mph was some kind of extra close death experience that you never wanted to go through again. Your eyes were glued to the road as Jooheon, amusedly dodged cars zigzagging dangerously close to the edge, one wrong move and the both of you would get out of the road and straight down the bridge, into the sea.

“Jooheon…” Your brain wasn’t functioning, you were gripping the edge of the leather seat so hard that you were sure your nails would leave marks there

Jooheon chuckled, shaking his head “Not so confident now, huh!?” He wasn’t making fun of you, he looked genuinely happy right there. Like a child whose parents had allowed him to play with his toys after a long time of being grounded. “Tell me (Y/N), do you trust me?”

“No!?” You shouted even when the both of you knew that was a lie, if you didn’t trust him you wouldn’t have gotten into the car with him.

“Too bad! You better close your eyes then!”

Do you know those moments when somebody tells you not to look at something but that only makes you want to look at it even more? Well, that’s exactly what happened in that moment, as soon as Jooheon proposed to close your eyes, your brain did the exact same thing and opened them wide enough for you to realize what he was planning to do.

You’ve done and seen so many things in your life that you have always said that surprising or scaring you was a pretty difficult thing to do recently but right there, when your eyes landed on the slightly opened bridge the car was going to, you almost peed on your panties.

“Have you ever done this?!” Jooheon rolled down the windows, the wind hitting both of your faces hard

“No! You’re fucking crazy!” You shouted back, your eyes closed as you kept your back pressed against the leather seat.

“Open your eyes (Y/N)! You’re going to feel fucking free!”

Those words definitely got your attention. It has been so long since you’ve been trapped in this world, in the dark streets your boss owned that freedom was something you had forgotten about a long time ago. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be the owner of your own life, it was just you were too deep in the mafia, too deep in the dark business to pull yourself out of it so in order to not make yourself suffer more you simply gave up on trying to be free.

You had stopped shouting and your eyes were opened now, carefully watching your surroundings as Jooheon sped up. The moment the car jumped over the gap, the instant the wheels weren’t touching the ground anymore...That was something impossible to describe with words. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the moment, maybe it was the sight of the other’s cars including Wonho’s, who hadn’t taken the risk of jumping over, staying behind what made you feel unstoppable, like you ruled the world, like you were free. The magnificent feeling went away as soon as it came though, once the car landed on the other side of the bridge roughly Jooheon and you started shouting, not because you have won the race but because the two of you were feeling pure euphoria right now.

“Oh my fucking god we did it! Jooheon you did it!” You shouted, jumping on the passenger seat as if you were a freaking five year old who had gotten onto the best ride in a theme park.

“Of course we would do it, I told you to trust me didn’t I?” He asked laughing, his head tilted back against the seat as he kept driving

“I genuinely thought we were going to die right there” You let out a soft yet happy sigh, the adrenaline softly abandoning your body

Jooheon smirked, driving confidently with one hand as he kept his eyes on the road “Definitely not happening on my watch, doll”

The rest of the ride was silence, your mind was still stuck on the words that had exited Jooheon’s lips. He had sounded so confident about the statement, so brutally honest with you that for a second you truly considered the option of letting your walls down, of stopping this game between Jooheon and you to let him in. This was the first time somebody had so boldly claimed they would protect you, of course you knew Wonho, Hyungwon and IM had your back whenever the four of you were out messing around but they worked for you, Jooheon didn’t and for some reason you truly believed what he said. It was weird for you, even scary to be affected so much by a stranger, you have spent most of your life not trusting anybody, pushing everybody away whenever they got too close to see the real you but as stupid and cliché as it sounds, with Jooheon everything felt incredibly different.

On the driver’s seat Jooheon was about to freak out. The comment had slipped from his lips before he could stop it, his hands gently gripping the steering wheel as he kept glancing your way. You didn’t look mad or weirded out by him, you just looked to be pretty deep in your own thoughts.

People were already gathering around the finish line, cheering for Jooheon. Girls were ready to stick their bodies as close as they could to his, probably in a lame attempt to take him to bed while guys were just willing to become friends with the insane driver by your side. You spotted IM’s face in the crowd and to say he looked impressed would be a total understatement, he looked like he was about to start fanboying all over Jooheon. When he stopped the car, you took a pen you found and his hand, scribbling your number on it, you weren’t flirting, it was just the prize the two of you had established to give before the race.

You opened the door ready to get out of the car before the crowd trapped you longer inside with Jooheon by your side, however, as soon as one of your high heels touched the floor he reached out and grabbed your wrist. Your head turned, looking at him in a mix of confusion and alarm before your eyes landed on the small smile on his lips.

“Do you trust me?” He suddenly asked, his eyes meeting yours.

“I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t, would I?” You asked watching how his smile slowly turned into a grin, his hand finally letting your wrist go “Welcome to the business Jooheon, get your guys ready for work”

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As expected from the chief, he was knocking on the door of the apartment his currently four men who were undercovered lived in, it had been almost two weeks without getting some kind of report from them and even when he didn’t want to admit it, the man felt a bit concerned for them. The guys weren’t injured, they were just passed out in their respective bedrooms after all the partying they did last night. Once they saw you leave with your guys they found themselves being unable to resist the offer of free drinks, money and even girls that had been shoved at them for winning that race, apparently Wonho, the guy who Jooheon had raced against, was a pretty big deal and Jooheon had managed to beat his ass with his girl (as some people had claimed) in his car. Long story short, they were some kind of legend after the stunt they pulled last night.

Shownu, who had been awaken by the awful headache of a hangover, was the first one to hear the second round of impatient knocks on their door. He instantly got tense, they weren’t expecting any visits, were they? Alarmed, he sat up in his bed so quick that everything in the room started rotating, the food he ate yesterday for dinner being dangerously close to go up his throat. Still, Shownu pushed the dizzy feeling away and reached down his pillow to grab his gun, walking out of the room after shaking awake his roommate, a pale looking Kihyun who truly looked about to throw up.

“Who is it?” Shownu whispered looking down at Kihyun

“Do I look like I have fucking X-Ray vision or something, Shownu?” Kihyun was in a really grumpy mood thanks to the massive hangover

“Should we open the door?” He asked hesitating, his hands gripping the gun firmly

“I don’t know but I swear to God if they bang the door one more time-” Their chief did and Shownu had never seen Kihyun snap so freaking fast “That fucker is dead”

Grabbing his gun Kihyun stormed to the door, Shownu didn't have time to stop him before he opened it to face the monster that had dared to wake them up “Listen here, motherfuck-” Kihyun’s words got stuck in his throat when he saw the face of his unexpected boss standing there, awaiting to be welcomed into the house

“Holy shit” Shownu whispered behind him, biting his lower lip extra hard as he walked back into the bedroom to laugh without being caught. He didn't know whose expression had been better, Kihyun’s or the boss’.

“Uh...Good morning chief” Kihyun muttered, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to come up with words that would get him out of this embarrassing situation.

The chief looked at him, raising one of his eyebrows “Listen here motherfucker?” He asked crossing his arms on his chest, staring down at him “Good morning to you too, Yoo”

At this point both were able to hear Shownu howling in laughter in the bedroom. “Want some coffee? Please come inside, we were still just sleeping”

“Yeah you better get a shower too cause you reek of hangover” Kihyun visibly gulped as the chief walked inside the apartment, sitting down on their worn out couch while he made a straight line into the shower.

Shownu hadn't exited the bedroom yet since he was probably getting himself ready, apart from trying to forget their boss face when Kihyun addressed him as motherfucker so he wouldn’t laugh in his face as soon as he greeted him. Jooheon, still unknown to the situation walked out of the bedroom in just his boxers, scratching the back part of his head as he made his way into the living room.

“Are you guys working or partying?”

The voice of the chief made him stop dead on his tracks, Jooheon forcing his eyes to open a little bit more to see if he was hallucinating or still dreaming. However, the face of the chief staring right back at his mostly naked figure told Jooheon this was happening for real, he couldn't care less though.

“Morning chief” Jooheon yawned, sitting on the couch besides him as he leaned his head back.

“Where's Minhyuk? We need to talk” He replied looking around the apartment

“Right here” He plopped himself down onto the couch next to Jooheon, who seemed to not have any intentions of getting up to put some clothes on.

It took around ten more minutes to get the “meeting” started, while Kihyun finished his morning shower, Shownu prepared some much needed coffee to wake everybody up as Minhyuk and the chief engaged in a conversation about the recent events. Jooheon on the other hand was deep in thought, trying to decide what he should say and shouldn't. In the end, he decided to say everything that was in his mind.

“I think they're not entirely guilty” Everybody choked on their coffees. Jooheon had four pair of eyes on him, awaiting a reasonable answer. “She doesn't act like a criminal, she isn't like we used to be”

“Jooheon, don't pull this bullshit on me when we have multiple clues incriminating her”  The chief said seriously, truly not happy with what he just heard.

“I see it in her eyes though” Jooheon insisted. He really couldn't tell what it was but there was something in the way you looked at him, the way you smiled and laughed last night when he jumped over that bridge, the way you enjoyed those brief moments of freedom what gave away that you probably weren't your own boss. But obviously, his judgement wasn't enough to proof whatever thoughts were running through his mind.

“I swear to god Jooheon, don't get cheesy with one of them” He scolded, looking at the officer “I know you have to win her trust, become friends and shit but do not cross the personal line” He looked into Jooheon's eyes “Because once you cross it, limits become blurry and you'll have a hard time distinguishing your true life with the fake one”

“Maybe it would be better if one of us approached her instead of you” Shownu intervened, truly worried about his friend.

“You think I can't do my job?” Jooheon asked frowning

“He didn’t say that” Minhyuk quickly replied “But dude, we're not blind...She's pretty hot, has killer legs…”

“I'm not trying to get laid Minhyuk”

“But Shownu is right” Kihyun said, leaving Jooheon’s side of the argument too. “Maybe it's a better idea if we became closer to her, you know?”

Jooheon's sighed, rubbing his face tiredly with one of his hands “Are all of you truly convinced I have feelings for her?” When nobody answered, Jooheon's eyes opened wide. He couldn't believe what he was experiencing, was he that good of an actor? “For real? What the fuck guys, I barely know her? She's our target?” The guys shrugged, Jooheon shook his head, standing up as he tossed a piece of paper on the coffee table in front of them “Well she trusts me though, seems like I’m the only one doing a good job here”

With that, leaving everybody stunned, Jooheon walked into his bedroom to get dressed since he felt like going for a walk to get some fresh air. Honestly, the atmosphere in the apartment was becoming so suffocating thanks to their bullshit.

Before exiting the apartment, Jooheon poked his head back in the living room “If she calls get the details of the meeting, she wants to do some business with us” He said, being cocky still feeling mad about their accusations. “You are welcome chief”

He made sure to close the door as loud as possible when he walked out.

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If the sound of Wonho kicking your bedroom door opened wouldn't have woken you up then his panicked words and loud tone (that could be considered as shouting) would have definitely done the trick.

“He's coming!”

You, dressed with only an oversize shirt and some panties, bolted out of your bed keeping your bed sheets against your exposed skin so he or whoever was coming wouldn't see more than they needed to. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your vision a bit blurry thanks to the abrupt way you had been awaken and your ears had never heard so well. All your senses were at their maximum, getting your body ready to defend yourself.

“Who's coming!? What the fuck are you doing here!?” You were frozen on your spot, not really knowing what to do or how to handle the situation. Wonho seemed like he was about to shit on his own pants, the fear making him unable to tell any details about whoever was frightening him.

“Y-You have to get dressed” Wonho stuttered, looking out of your bedroom to check the hall.

“Hoseok! What is going on!?” You shouted incredibly frustrated, trying to get some answers.

He didn't have more time to explain, as soon as Wonho opened his mouth to say something your eyes spotted his shadow on the white wall of your corridor. Your heart stopped beating, your blood stopped flowing and every single emotion in your body was replaced by fear.

You gulped loudly when Doyoon, your boss, walked into the bedroom. He was dressed as usual, wearing one of those expensive yet immaculate suits along with his favorite black tie that matched his shiny shoes. His hair was gelled back, his eyes as dark as ever and a small smile on his lips that signaled bad news were coming for you and Wonho.

“Ah, seems like he came here to warn you” He scoffed a little, two incredibly big men standing by his side to protect him in case you and Wonho tried to do something pretty stupid “Or did he sleep here?” He took a step forward, you didn't move back attempting to show him no fear, Wonho stepped back though. Big mistake. "Ah sweetheart" His eyes landed on yours, getting closer and closer, making your heart beat faster. “Missed my company? Is that why you're screwing idiots?” His hand grabbed your chin, not letting you look anywhere but him “Is that why you're playing with strangers!?”

You didn't see the slap coming. In fact, you realized he had hit you due to the sound his hand made when it met your cheek, the pain took a little to arrive thanks to the shock, a couple of tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. Wonho looked down, his hands turning into fists as he stayed on his place. If he intervened and try to make him stop both of your punishments would be worse, the both of you already knew how this game went.

“And you” Doyoon turned to Wonho, his eyes sharp and his hands already prepared to deliver another blow “I can expect her to be a whore, to crave the attention a bitch needs but you?” Wonho received a punch, his jaw made an awful sound that probably indicated the bone was broken “Are you one too!? Why the fuck didn't you say anything!?”

“I-I don't know what you are talking about” Wonho whispered in such a fragile tone, that a six year old would have sounded much stronger and confident.

“The fucking AUDACITY OF THESE GUYS!” Doyoon turned around and threw one of your lamps across the room, breaking it against the wall. You glared at him, what the fuck was wrong with the guy? “First! They break in the fucking club! And then you!” He gripped your hair before you could dodged it, pulling your head back hard enough to make you groan in pain “You decide to not only race with one of them but to also win him and humilliate us! Your own fucking team!?” He kicked your knee from behind, making you kneel down infront of him “Did you forget who you belong to? Do I need to remind you?”

“I-It was my fault, I should have said something” Hoseok interrupted your staring competition with Doyoon, catching his attention. You weren't going to let Wonho take the beating when you had been the one messing around with Jooheon though.

“I told him to keep the secret, I told all the guys to keep quiet about it” You stared up into Doyoon's eyes, seeing the rage your betrayal was causing him to feel “So you wouldn't fucking ruin everything” You smirked, knowing you just signed up for a good beating.

Doyoon smirked back, his hand yanking your hair a little before letting her go “Take (Y/N) back to the base, she needs to learn a lesson tonight”

“N-No” Wonho reached out to get to you but Doyoon was already holding him back so he wouldn’t be able to grab you “Please it was my fault too, take me, I should have said something”

“You’re taking me to the other guys so you can all tell me about her new boy toy, might play with him for a little too” Doyoon looked at you being picked up by his men, they held you tightly so you wouldn’t be able to escape “After all, the streets are mine and everybody must play by my rules”

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You had lost track of time in the base. After fading and gaining conciousness more than once staying awake and aware of what was going on had been an impossible task. Once again, you had been used as a beating sack which they could hit, kick and punch as much as they wanted to. Once again, you had went through that psychological torture that attempted to control you and pull you back into submission. Once again, you had been tossed into an alley when they were done, when you were more similar to a corpse rather than a living person.

You groaned when your sore body hit the concrete, thousands of cuts getting your skin full of blood. Your lower lip was probably broken and you couldn't even see propertly thanks to the pain, stain of tears decorated your cheeks. Your clothes had been cut too, leaving you half naked for other's eyes. It was moments like this, when you were laying down behind a dumpster when you begged to whatever God was up there to take you with him, to end your suffering and give you a better life.

It never came though. No matter how strong the pain was your body always went through it, maybe it was the will to live until the day your boss was locked down what gave you the strength to keep yourself alive in such harsh moments, even when a small part of your mind knew that would never happened.

Tonight what kept you alive was something different, it was a fortuite encounter, perhaps something that fate wanted to happen what made Jooheon witnessed how you had been thrown into the alley. At first he didn’t know it was you, Jooheon was still too mad to get himself into trouble but the reminder of him being a police officer and the moment he swore to protect everybody was what made him aproach you.

When his eyes landed on you, Jooheon’s brain stopped working. He looked back out but the car was already gone and mentally started swearing to himself for not paying attention to such details. When his eyed landed back on your barely breathing figure, he rushed to your side, kneeling down besides you.

“(Y/N)” Jooheon’s voice shook, he was visibly agitated not knowing what to do. You shook your head when you heard him, beliving this was a twisted trick your brain was pulling to make fun of your stupidity. “Oh my god doll, what happened to you?” He asked, hands in the air not knowing what to do ”Who did this (Y/N)?”

“Get out of here” You muttered with the little strength that was left inside your body, your lungs struggling to breathe

“I can’t leave you like this! (Y/N) you look more dead than alive!” He whispered, reaching down inside his pocket to grab his phone. He was going to take you to his place, take care of your wounds and then let you go if you wanted to but there were zero chances of him leaving you alone in the alley.

“No hospitals” You quickly said when your eyes landed on his phone, Jooheon smiled a little, nodding

“I know idiot, we don’t want to get arrested now, do we?” He kept the phone close to his ear, sighing as he glanced down at you “(Y/N) don't fall asleep, keep looking at me, mhm?” As you nodded with your eyes closed, Kihyun picked up the call.

“Jooheon where are you? Chief is still here waiting for-”

“I need you to pick us up, quick” He simply said, sending the location

“Us?” Jooheon could almost see the confused frown on his friend's face

“Me and (Y/N), she needs help”

[showcub]

boyfriend!au minhyuk

it was your sister’s wedding day and you were one of her bridesmaids

but one week prior to the wedding day you had a huge HUUUGGGEEE huge argument with your parents 

you wanted to drop out of college because you just couldn’t take it anymore

plus, it wasn’t in your life plan at all to attend college 

you were forced by your parents because for them “only with education you will be respected by the society” like wHAT

because all of their rich top-notch friends with billions of money would look down on them for having an unsuccessful child

do what you want don’t let people tell you who you can be or who you can’t be no matter what your relations are like nobody has the right to decide your life choices

you were definitely not the studious type at all

like you’re just lucky you graduated high school with average result

it was a pretty big argument that you had not contacted your parents for almost a week.........

you were considering to bail on the wedding but you couldn’t leave your sister hanging just like that

like she already paid for the bridesmaids dress and all

also it was none of her fault and the last thing you wanted was to drag her into the big mess

your plan was to not make any eye contact with your parents and to hurriedly hide if you bump into them

but when you were watching your sister walking down the aisle with your dad he was already giving you the death stare

and you were really sorry for your sister because you ruined the whole mood

so at the after-party you were getting ready to leave but your mom immediately held your hand and brought you to somewhere (not-so) enclosed for a ‘private chat’

so long story short, both of you were already raising your voices and the ‘private chat’ turned into a very heated argument

and your mom were raising her hand to slap you but he was taken aback when somebody held her arm

it was a guy whom you never knew or met before but he said “i’m sorry ma’am, but i won’t allow you to hurt my woman like that”

and you were like wHAT THE HELL IS THIS RANDOM GUY TALKING ABOUT

and he held your arm and said “babe, let’s go”

so he dragged you out of the room and left your mom dumbfounded 

ok what the hell is going on

you could’ve sworn that your face was just as dumbfounded as your mom

first this random guy just claimed you to be his WOMAN and now he’s holding your hand ??///????

but you were willing to leave with this random guy rather than continue arguing with your mom and turn the already big mess into a horribly bIGGER MESS

so he brought you to the parking lot and he let go of your arm

and you were like “ok first of all who are you and second of all who are you and third of all who are you”

“minhyuk”

so you’re like ok..................but minhyuk who

and he’s like minhyuk who just saved your ass 

you were glaring at him like do you think it’s funny????!!!!11!!!

so he’s like staring at you too and suddenly he winked and you were like..................wtf........this guy is seriously creeping you out....................

you were like planning to just leave him there then suddenly he said “if you think i was winking at you, you deadass wrong. just the way i normally blink”

and you’re like ok.......this guy........is definitely.........one of a kind..............also....a weiRDO

he explained to you that he was actually in the same room sitting at the corner but neither you nor your mom noticed him

he was also a friend of the groom but he got bored so he was waiting for his other friend there

so you’re just like and shrugging it off and ok............then it suddenly hit you

your mom would probably be telling everyone you have a boyfriend now

not that you never had a boyfriend but all of the relationships before never work out

then you’re like hitting him on the chest like WHY DID YOU CLAIM ME AS YOURS??? IN FRONT OF MY MOM????/ LIKE TF????/?///?/

he’s like i don’t know!! my reflexes are really bad 

he apologised and you’re like that’s ok i already have a bigger problem now

then he took a step closer to you and like “do you want to talk about it?”

and you’re like nooooooooo but tears already swelling up in your eyes

and in just a matter of time you already breaking down RIGHT. THERE. IN. FRONT. OF. A. GUY. YOU. BARELY. KNOW.

so he’s like “come on, let’s ditch this party and get some fries and coke to talk it over”

you hurriedly took your stuff and got in the car with minhyuk

and he brought you over to a park and you cry over it and he constantly gave you pats and rubs on the back

he reassures you that it’s all gonna be fine

at this point your make up is ruined and you’re crying your eyes out to the point where you get hiccups

then he’s like “let me take you home” but you’re like “no i want to scream”

so he’s like ok scream

so you screamed your heart out and he was just smiling at you sheepishly like what have i gotten myself into

so that night he took you home and he gave you his number just in case “you need a shoulder to cry on”

but a few days passed and you didn’t contact minhyuk nor your parents at all and you kind of have gotten over you never get to drop out of college

and suddenly you mother called you and said “y/n, i’ve changed my mind. come over so we can talk about it”

and you’re like if silent treatment was all it needed you would’ve done that a long time ago

so you came home and guess who’s also there

MINHYUK!!??

then your mom like “your boyfriend explained everything to me and i believe you’re mature enough to make your life decisions”

the he’s smiling at you and winking but this time it’s a real wink 

then you take him out of the house and like tELL ME YOU DIDN’T

and he’s like oohh, i just did

but you’re like speechless and just thank.....you.......i guess............

and he’s just like you’re welcome and patted your head but then you remember that he introduced himself to your mother as your ’’’’’’’’’boyfriend’’’’’’’’’’’’’ and you’re like minhyuk yOU GOTTA MAKE THINGS RIGHT

and he’s like ok sure be my girlfriend

and you’re like “stop giving me heart attacks”

and he’s like “what???? i’m making things right”

“the moment i saw the tears i just know i want to protect you”

then he gave you a quick, soft peck on the lips which left you wanting for more..........................

so you wrap your hand around his neck and brought his head closer to yours and kissed him

and he’s like “i’m gonna take that as a yes”

the thing about minhyuk is your parents love him so much like he talks too much and he is definitely a sweet talker who keeps complimenting your mother

like no wonder he successfully talked her out to let you make your own decision

even if it is a formal dinner of your parents’ business your mom always invites him

and let him host the dinner.............which led to a wild party afterwards

his ideal date is to bring you along with him to volunteer

there was one time where you guys went to the zoo and at every animal he meets, he meows at them

“look, y/n! a horse! meow!!!!”

he’s never afraid of talking about his future plans

like there was one time he’s asking you how many children you want

and when you don’t answer “i want as many as possible like can you imagine how cute mini minhyuk and y/n would be?????????”

whenver you guys fight it would always come down to him following you around the house to annoy you

and he’s like “i want to talk about it” and you’re like “i thought we’ve gotten over it” and he’s like “never!!! unless you’re buying me ice cream”

“there’s nothing ice cream can’t fix, and that includes our relationship!!!”

he’s very bubbly and cheerful that sometimes you wonder what his parents fed him when he was a baby 

hOL UPP HE STILL A BABY

you and him always have huge karaoke session which includes songs from all centuries and genres

but he never karaoke the normal way

he does impersonations of the real singers

he can never keep his mouth shut so whenever you guys take a scroll at the park he’s just like “is the flower prettier or am i prettier?” “y/n let’s buy a kite!!” “looookk! there’s a tree” 

and sometimes he joins the kids playing at the playground

but it just makes you fall for him more and more

like your friends all said that he’s a perfect match for you as in you’re hot-tempered and dark and all at the same time and minhyuk is just.....minhyuk (you know what i mean ;))

and you guys complete each other

he’s a pda kind of guy like he holds your hand, gives you pecks on the cheeks randomly at the public and he loves it when you cling onto his arm

the first time he said i love you to you, you guys were at a mall where he suddenly went missing and suddenly you can hear announcement through the speakers

“good evening ladies and gentleman and today you’re going to witness me confessing my love to my girl, my name is minhyuk and y/n, i love you!!!”

find more from this series: boyfriend!au shownu, boyfriend!au wonho, boyfriend!au kihyun, boyfriend!au hyungwon, boyfriend!au jooheon

boyfriend!au i.m coming up soon!

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Criminal!Wonho

Criminal!Wonho AU (Grand Theft Auto)

Warnings? This series is fluffff yay!

It really depends on his mood,,,

He knows he’s a good person on the inside - sensitive, caring, loves especially cute and little animals!

But he also knows he can’t resist a shiny new toy - it’s like an itch he can’t scratch

And it’s not his fault it’s so easy - even now he knows it only takes WD-40 and a plunger to pop a lock open in seconds

And he knows he looks the part, too

He’s handsome, and with his eyes anyone would melt if they were questioning him

In his world he works in retail at a high end fashion shop specializing in men’s formal wear

He has to bite his lip when he sees a nice polished car outside belonging to an obviously rich customer. He can only dream that he wasn’t on the clock so he can take the precious minutes they spend in the dressing room to steal their pride away from them

Wonho doesn’t know why he likes stealing nice cars

He knows he’s not necessarily jealous or envious

He doesn’t need a garage full of them to keep his ego alive and up

Of course there’s the thrill, but he’s more of an anxious person,,,,

He thinks it’s just knowing when he’s past the point of no return

When he gets out of the drivers seat and can admire what he’s just taken from someone

Though,,, he gives them back sometimes

Sometimes he just gives them a little joyride before dropping them somewhere

But he always keeps the keys.

Or makes copies of them before dropping the old ones in the streets

He likes the wall of trophies it gives him, even if he did only keep one or three cars at a time, he still knows how many toys he really got

And through a friend he even makes money off of pawning cars to other criminals

And you,,, you are just a person on Rover - the dog walking service

You need the money, obviously, if you are willing to get on an app for people too lazy to walk their own damn dogs between work and free time

Wonho is one of the customers you don’t really mind

He’s met you about twice in the month you’ve known him

He leaves a note and the money on the table for you each week you take care of his dog and his pet cat

He leaves the house at 7:30 am for work, and leaves the key to his house inside a false doorbell

You come around an hour later, feeding the dog and cat for their first meal of the day before taking Wonho’s dog for a walk and making sure he goes to the bathroom

You hang around for awhile, giving pets and lightly playing with both before leaving another hour later

And you know being in someone else’s house is weird, but you usually only stay in the kitchen and dining room of most houses, and you’d never snoop around

But somehow, some way, you end up in a room you’ve never been in before at Wonho’s house

You think it started with a startling noise, and afraid something broke, you went to find the source. Can’t have someone thinking you tried to deface the house

Something did drop, but thank god it didn’t break. It was a little coin bowl that must have been too close to the edge of a table

It looked like an office,,, but there was something kinda,,, off putting

Just an entire wall,,, seemingly dedicated to sets of keys

You don’t know where they are from - they could be house keys, office keys, car keys, any kind of key

But it is interesting how many there are, and how neatly they hang on hooks

None overlap, one set of keys for each hook

You try not to think much of it - everyone has their collection of things they like to have. You have a strange one, too - you like pins. You have two cork boards dedicated to them so far and you’re sure it was just like this key collection

So you just walk away and leave when you’re done with Wonho’s appointment

But the next time you come, you find Wonho is still,,, home

The door is unlocked and you peek inside, but don’t see him

“Oh, Mr. Lee? Do you need me today, are you sick?” You cautiously step inside and wait to hear another voice

Meanwhile his dog gladly comes up to greet you, sniffing at your palm and pawing your leg in excitement

“Yes, sorry Ms. (Y/n).” You hear him round the corner, and he is dressed in,,, well, not pajamas, but they could be with how comfortable they are

You bow, “Oh, hi Mr. Lee. Are you feeling alright? You’re not at work today.”

He smiles, but you see how tired he is behind his eyes

“Just a bit of a cold. I already fed Nari and Byeomie. If you could just take Byeom for a walk, I’d appreciate that.”

You did that, but when you got back, Wonho was waiting on the couch wearing a fluffy robe over his clothes with a cup of tea in one hand

In the other hand,, he held an envelope

“I’m back, Mr. Lee. Need anything else before I go?”

He gave you a curt nod before standing and coming over to you. You eyed the envelope that visibly bulged with what contents were inside

“I just have a question, (Y/n). Did you happen to see my office the other day?”

Your eyes widened as you thought he would be ready to accuse you of something

“I-I did, but only because something fell in there! I picked it up and did nothing else, I promise.”

You wonder how he knew - if you left the door open, if you put the coin bowl in a completely different spot, if somehow you bumped into something with your shoulder -

Wonho slaps the envelope into your hand with a tight smile

“It’s alright. I suppose you saw those keys?”

You nod dumbly, “Yes, I did, I thought you might have collected them or something - I do the same thing with pins.” You try to appease him in case it was something of his that he never wanted anyone else to see

He chuckles, “Oh, I guess you could say I collect them. They’re from all the cars I’ve stolen.”

He mentions this so casually before taking a sip of tea

But you only bug out more

You wish you had the audacity to question him, but you are nothing but a meek dog walker in front of him

“I trust that you take that -” He raises his tea cup to gesture to the envelope, “and leave this place. If that isn’t enough to keep you quiet to police, then I’m sure we can arrange something more to your tastes.”

Your mind just flashes to all the keys on the wall before your eyes look at the envelope

“W-What’s inside..? Um, you don’t have to give me this, a-and who will take care of Byeom and Nari?”

Wonho looks down at you with slewed eyes, and you feel like he’s threatening you while being nice about it

“Money, of course. If you want to count it, go ahead, but there is 20k there. Is that alright, sweetie?”

He sips his tea as you try not to choke on your own saliva

Your fingers squeeze the envelope and find the content could be quite possible

“It’s...a lot of money.” You squeak out, brows creasing as you think this is so wrong, yet...he just confessed to being a criminal and you could take the money and go

“Yes, it is.” He says slyly. “And it’s yours. Just take it, okay?”

“Um...ok. Thanks. You didn’t have to.” You say quietly

He smiles, and it’s friendly and bright. He’s like two different people.

His hand reaches out and threads his fingers in your hair before ruffling your locks like a kid

“Well, it’s a good investment. Stay safe, ok? Enjoy that money.”

So,,, you bow, and quietly and awkwardly are escorted out by Wonho. You put the spare key back in it’s place with shaking hands before looking up at Wonho one more time

He winks

“Ok bye Mr. Lee!” You quickly sputter out before turning around with a blush creeping on your cheeks

When you get home you can’t help it

You rip open the envelope and empty it out on your kitchen table

Stacks of one hundred dollar bills are bound together by the thousand

There’s twenty stacks

Your fingers shake as you run them over the green bills

It’s a lot of money, and yet, now that you have so much, you want more

You wonder what he does as a criminal to earn enough to just throw 20k at his dog sitter

Maybe he needs an assistant,,,, or a helper

You still have Mr. Lee’s number… and he’s still home

You don’t know if it’s the thrill, the adrenaline, or how your eyes shine looking at money

But you like it

You pick up your phone and call Mr. Lee

You wonder if he’ll even -

“Ms. (Y/n)... Hearing from you already? What a surprise. What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

_____________________

I was so excited to write Wonho bc when I was thinking of more petty crimes to write MX I immediately thought of GTA and was like,,, that’s my boy Wonho right there 

Hope you enjoyed! <3

-S

[viakook]

Way Down We Go | 01

pairing ▸ hoseok x oc (Youna Mei) words ▸ 4.650 genre ▸ angst, apocalypse!au warnings ▸ graphic depictions of death, gore, cursing preface ▸

“There are 45 million people left on the planet, give or take a couple hundred thousand, and most of them are killing each other to survive,” she deadpanned. “How can you expect us not to worry about strangers in a world like this?”

parts ▸ 01. | 02. | 03.

It was late June when the first bomb had been dropped. The explosion had been seen for miles off the coast of the Red Sea, the large charcoal cloud being replayed on loop by every news station around the globe. It was sudden and bright, a translucent shade of purple flourishing from the epicenter as nuclear radiation soaked the flattened cityscape. Faces of those who had been on the receiving end were entirely morphed, skin peeling from the bone until they looked like nothing but skeletons that had collapsed in on themselves.

There was no grace period for these people, though. Retaliation was next to instantaneous, a large shell bursting from the remains of a poisoned desert until it had soared across the Atlantic. Millions waited in baited silence as the news broke, the warning insufficient for the chaos that was 10 minutes off the coastline. Arms wrapped around loved ones, silent tears streaking flushed cheeks until the grand and free skyline of New York City was plunged back into the sea.

For weeks these weapons of complete annihilation cascaded from every corner of the planet until there was nobody left to press the buttons, to declare a meaningless war on a defenseless country. So when the dust had settled and billions of people had been driven into the ground by forces outside them, the worst had made itself apparent.

The signs appeared where the first bomb had landed, or on the far outskirts of the catastrophe, where a small farm had been tainted by the translucent mist. Livestock collapsed, vegetation infected before dying far before the season had reached its climax, and the people, simply shells of their living selves, bubbled with red and dark blues. The first glimpse of the radiation that would later poison 85% of the world’s population.

When the story hit the general public the world seemed to move in double speed, a calm chaos ensuing as the wealthy insured their lives and the poor scrambled to live in the rich's shadow. Within the first month, 78 bunkers had been built with hidden coordinates given only to those with a formal invitation to live. The military dispersed itself to government held locations across the planet with a majority taking to life beneath the water, favoring metal confines in the unknown to a hole in the ground. Perhaps the most distinguishable were those who fled to space with people from all walks of life, a community of every hierarchy now suspended in zero G biding their time until the Earth recovered.

Those with privilege lived. Those who had connections or something to offer humanity were given a free pass to a life earned. And if you were one left behind, given up on and left to suffocate in air contaminated by those now saved, well that was just tough shit.

The world is not catered to the deserving when you're already left to die. It's a reckoning for those who refuse to give up and damn it all to hell if you were to let go now.

Radiation was about to be your bitch.

° ° °

“Mei! Are you even fucking listening to me?” The static voice of the troop leader was blaring through every nerve in her ear, but the scene before her left her mouth void of a single word. “I swear to fucking god if you took your earpiece out again...”

The empty threat fell on deaf ears as her fingers clenched around the barrel of the gun tucked under her arm, scope at her eye as she stared at what humanity had come to. At the end of the crosshairs of the gun were two women who looked to be nothing but bone, yet the splattering of red coating their clothes said that they were far from the weak frames they carried. Two daggers peeked out from the grip of one woman’s hand as she stared down at the large body spread in the dirt at her feet.

Yet, as gruesome and inhumane the killing of someone as innocent as Wonho was to watch, it was the revolting action that the two women had done after that had panicked breaths heaving from Youna’s lips.

The other woman who had climbed onto his back and mercilessly, almost happily slit Wonho’s throat, was now bent over him with the same knife, cleaving away at his arm until blood spit into the air as the limb fell from his body. They continued on like this for what felt like hours until he was nothing but chopped slabs of meat being shoved into a backpack, the slap of a high five following the zipper as the women celebrated the collection of their dinner.

When they had turned away and jogged off with Youna’s supply partner diced in their bag, the gun fell from her fingers and she crumbled into the bushes around her with a heavy sob wracking at her body.

This was what the world had turned into when the privileged left those behind, when the world now made uninhabitable by the same hands who had abandoned everyone, became a battle ground. True colors shined radiantly with the demise of a stable society and a rift drew in humanity until those who wanted to live properly came across those willing to do anything if it meant surviving. Those people with a ruthlessness etched into their eyes began to do things in cold-blood without so much as a second thought, the world was a battle royal and they were here to claim victory by any means possible.

That’s what those women were, who took a single look at the brooding man approaching them with his hands in the air and made the split second decision to dismantle him for a week's worth of food. So when tears began to streak down Youna’s cheeks with muffled wails tumbling from her lips, the once shimmering hope for humanity she held crumbled to ashes. This world burned dreams, purged them until all that was left was a fueling desire to grip onto only one’s own life and leave the rest behind without batting an eye.

Yet, it was only seven months later when that same girl who had collapsed in the woods now stood tall in front of a group of nine others who obediently listened to her every command.

“I thought we were just a supply group.” Namjoon’s arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned over the map splayed on the table in front of the group.

“We are and that’s why we’re going,” Youna stated as she braced her hands against the wooden surface. “The camp north of here agreed to trade cured meat in exchange for weapons and a month’s worth of protection courtesy of yours truly.”

“A month?” Taehyung’s mouth hung open and his eyes were alarmingly wide.

However, she only nodded back at him with a tight lipped smile. “Our people need this meat. If it’s portioned out correctly it can last us for almost three months and that’s not something we can afford to pass up.”

“I understand that, but why are we becoming rent-a-guards? We have people who were trained just for that purpose and all they do is sit around at the hub playing video games,” Namjoon huffed, hands twitching from their position tucked under his arms as he spoke.

“Because we need them here in case anything happens. We’re not the first line of defense, if anything the third behind Shownu’s group, and securing food is what we do.” Her explanation met the ears of the people around her with a sense of finality, and even Namjoon tilted his head downward in compliance. “Look, I know the idea of leaving for a month isn’t exactly warm and fuzzy, but this place needs our help until they can get themselves on their feet. Besides, be glad it’s this short, they initially asked for five months and double the people.”

A momentary silence fell over the small tent as looks were exchanged from every angle until a girl at the back stepped closer to the table. “When do we leave?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Youna grinned and pushed away from the table. “Say your goodbyes and pack yourselves up. We leave tonight.”

° ° °

The beam of a single flashlight cast over the brush of the forest, guiding ten sets of feet as they trekked silently through the debris. They were split into teams of two and arranged in a close-knit V, voices kept low and eyes alert despite the pitch black engulfing them with each step they took.

At the head of them was Youna, whose fingers were wound tight on the flashlight, free hand grasped on the gun at her hip with her finger loosely hovering over the trigger. Her face was void of emotion and only an occasional hum would meet the air in response to the quiet chattering of Taehyung as he strode beside her with his gun at the ready. As much as he may have feared her, they found a solace in each others company when it came to night missions, his nervous talking supplying her with the comfort of background noise.

Yet at the sound of a rock clattering against another from their left, his voice halted and the light quickly flickered as the rest of the group swiftly gathered behind Youna. Every head was perked toward the noise, the baited silence only being filled with the sound of hushed breaths while they all sat with a knee to the ground awaiting command.

“Do you think it’s hunters?” Namjoon was the only one who dared to speak, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in from her right.

She quickly shook her head and Namjoon could barely make out the crease between her brows as her eyes continued to peer out in the direction of the noise. Without even glancing at the group she motioned their guns up and crouched into a slow walk toward the sound. Behind her, Taehyung resumed his position except his hand quickly latched onto the fabric of her backpack as if to anchor himself in case something happened.

They continued on into the dark in a slow walk, maintaining a chained line and ducking behind fallen trees as the sound of shoes shuffling over hardened dirt abruptly punctured the silence a few meters ahead. In an instant, Youna signaled the group to spread into a crescent until they had surrounded whoever or whatever was lingering ahead, and with a silent countdown, her flashlight along with nine others flooded the area with light.

The sound of a gun being loaded echoed from the center of the illuminated area but the group was quick to load and aim their own with an unwavering precision on the man whose barrel was aimed at Youna’s head. Without a second thought, her gun swung from her hands and clapped against her thigh as her hands went up in defense, eyes glancing at the others before settling on the man in front of her.

“Who are you?” His voice was firm but the ripple of his fingers along the casing of his gun spoke to his nerves.

“We’re a supply group from a camp a few miles south of here,” she spoke sternly, tilting her head slightly to get a better look at him. “Who are you?”

“What are you doing out here so late at night?” He quickly evaded her question and lifted his head from the gun but kept it directed at her.

“I could ask the same,” she swiftly deflected. “What is a lone man doing out in the woods at this hour?”

“Who says I’m alone?”

“Only someone alone would nervously make the mistake of giving away their position the way you did.” This time a smirk played at the corner of her mouth and with the hesitant drop of his gun she had called his bluff. “Guns down.”

“My name is Mei Youna. We’re headed to a camp up north who we made a deal with,” she explained with ease, daring to step forward despite the gun still aimed at her skull. However, at the explanation of their business, the man lowered his gun and a heavy breath escaped his lips.

“Thank god,” he sighed out, pushing his hair from his face with a single hand. “I was sent out here to intercept you. Name’s Jung Hoseok, nice to meet you.”

“You know, I honestly thought you were going to kill me when all your lights turned on,” he chuckled a few minutes later from a few strides ahead of her.

They had quickly resumed their formation after Hoseok further explained himself and why he was the one sent out, which ultimately boiled down to him being the only one with any reputable experience holding a gun. Within seconds of the revelation all the lights but Youna’s went out and he smoothly gestured them along with a nod of his head and the swing of his gun back into the crease of his arm.

“We don’t kill others unless they pull some stupid shit,” Youna hummed quietly. Despite having met up with someone from the camp her senses were still on edge with being in foreign lands, especially ones which were so open such as the dead forest around them.

“Noted.” He briefly grinned back at her with a nod of his head.

“How far is your camp?” She queried after a moment.

His shoulders rolled forward as he adjusted the strap of his gun before falling into step beside her. “We’re about a quarter mile away now. The camp is set up on this island in the middle of a river, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Yeah,” she smiled tightly with a nod. “That was a pretty smart move on your founder’s part.”

“Ji Soo knows his stuff,” Hoseok shrugged. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s dangerous as hell with the water being completely saturated with nuclear radiation, but without a boat there’s no way anyone is getting on that island.”

“Then why do you need us?” Namjoon quickly piped up from behind the pair. There was no need to look at him to know that he was analyzing every single word Hoseok uttered as Namjoon’s skepticism not once wavered.

“Well, aside from Ji Soo, a few others, and myself, we really have no means of protecting ourselves,” Hoseok explained with ease and it was easy to see the frustration of his situation written all over his face.

Before Namjoon could press the matter further the dead trees broke away to reveal the river running smoothly ahead of them. Everyone stopped in their tracks at the smell exuding from the water which was akin to gasoline and dead fish, the scent overwhelming but contained only to the breeze the surf created.

There wasn’t a moment for anyone to comment on the stench, though, Hoseok quickly waving them over to a boat tucked between a stack of collapsed trees whose branches hid the bulky vehicle in the dark.

“Careful when you get on, the water will burn through anything that isn’t steel.” There was a grin on his face as he spoke but he no sooner stuck out his hand toward Youna who swiftly grabbed it before being pulled on board.

When Taehyung was tugged up Hoseok excused himself to go and start the boat, leaving the two of them to get everyone else on just before the engine stuttered and hummed to life. As everyone spread across the boat, Youna found herself hovering behind Hoseok who was guiding the boat into the river until easily maneuvering the machine upstream with a spin of the wheel.

With her hand braced on the edge of the boat, she let her eyes wander from the water, which was a murky brown, up to the silhouette of a large island sat just off the center of the river. However, her attention drifted back to her group who had since splayed themselves out in varying make-shift seats on the deck, speaking in hushed voices with glances toward the island. She couldn’t blame their hesitance of the mission, especially given the fact they had gotten onto a boat that had them floating in the middle of a death trap. There was no way out if something happened that put them in danger and that in itself was a gamble.

“I know that the world isn’t exactly the most wonderful place right now,” Hoseok started softly, dragging Youna’s gaze to him. “But I promise you we aren’t going to ambush you the second you step on the island. You can relax.”

Her eyes slimmed at him and her head cocked to the side as she peered at him with an expression he couldn’t decipher. It was easy to see from the get go that Hoseok was a very laid back character who was only serious when absolutely necessary and to say the least, it raised dozens of red flags for Youna. People nowadays never smiled just to smile and they were rarely ever happy to see strangers, especially when a majority of them were out for the kill. Yet, Hoseok seemed overjoyed at their presence.

“So how did you end up here?” She asked and let herself lean against the side of the boat.

He rose his shoulders in another shrug and his lips turned down. “The same way most people end up in troops and camps, I guess. A few of us ran into Ji Soo, he asked us some questions then invited us to the island. We’ve been here ever since the winter, doing supply runs and warding off anyone who gets too close.”

“I take it the camp was defenseless until your group showed up?” He nodded.

“What about you? If you’re from the place I think you are, then you’ve got a lot of people to take care of,” he laughed in exasperation, shooting her a half hearted smile before shaking his head. “How the hell do you do it?”

“The same way most people do,” she ghosted a grin at the recitation of his own words. “A lot of us came from the survival program the government started at the beginning of this shit show. Learned how to shoot, hunt, boil water, how to stay alive when everything else is dead, you know.”

“Damn, I didn’t think people actually went to those things,” he scoffed in his own surprise.

“Trust me, a lot of people did.” Her head bobbed as memories of the training camp came to mind. Weeks spent with survival experts from every field possible were the only reason she had lived this long, otherwise, she surely would have been either on the ground with a bullet in her head or resting in someone else’s stomach by now. “I left with a few people in my training crew before the program shut down and we met up with others later on. Before we knew it we turned a temporary camp into a permanent one and more and more people started showing up offering to help.”

“How many of you are there?” He asked after a pause, turning his head just enough to look at her from his peripheral.

However, she gave no response to him, her precautions holding her back from giving him her full trust. Numbers was not something to be shared carelessly, it could make or break a camp with the right amount of pressure.

“I get it,” he nodded and brought his attention back to the water. “In this world, it’s tough to give others your trust, but there’s not many of us around to be too worried about.”

“There’s 45 million people left on the planet, give or take a couple hundred thousand, and most of them are killing each other to survive,” she deadpanned. “How can you expect us to not worry about strangers in a world like this?”

The air between them was met with silence as her words fell over his shoulders and he provided her with nothing but the pursing of his lips and downward gaze. His attention turned fully onto the wheel, foot pressing down the gas and sending the boat slowly hopping over the waves until the island was looming overhead. A large shadow cast across the boat as the moon disappeared behind the peak of the rocks atop the large hill, but all eyes were on the flickering light no more than two hundred feet ahead.

With a single swing of his palm on the wheel, Hoseok edged the boat beside a small makeshift metal dock and swiftly tossed a heavy rope onto the surface with a thud. The engine simmered into a silence as he slid the keys into his pocket and turned to face Youna, a tight smile traced on his features before he slowly made to move past her. Yet he paused in the frame of the small gate she was stood in, taking a moment to closely peer down at her where, for the first time, she saw the details of his face.

There was a small layer of grime coating his skin, the sweat beading from under his hair smudging the brown in varying directions over his face. His eyes were dull as they met hers and for a fleeting moment, the most simplified sense of their position fell over her, breath hitching at the proximity.

“We got lucky with the blood we were born with,” he said quietly, diverting his gaze to the floor for a second before he brought them back to her with a brightness that had her brows raising. “I’d rather live the rest of my life trusting those doing the same as me, even if it means being killed so they can go on.”

His words echoed in her head as he continued past her and off the boat, unknowingly sending her hurdling to the moment she had made the same promise to herself all those months ago. Although he chose to trust far more gracefully than she could ever bring herself to, she wasn’t naive to the fact they both were living for the same reason: those around them.

She slowly gathered herself in the silence she stood in, adjusting her gun once more and taking a heavy breath before ducking to the lower deck and joining the rest of her group who stood in waiting. Casting her gaze over each of them she could easily tell that they were exhausted from the night, but there was a finger on every single trigger awaiting whatever order she called.

“Alright, stay close to each other until I meet with Ji Soo. When we’re cleared we’ll do a round of the camp then settle down for the night,” she smoothly explained, giving each of them a reassuring nod before climbing off the boat.

At the end of the dock Hoseok was speaking quietly with another man who was listening intently, head moving along with each word Hoseok said. As Youna approached with her group tagging close behind, Namjoon at her side, the two ahead of them stopped and turned toward them.

“This is Mei Youna, leader of the group sent by the camp we did a meat trade with last week,” Hoseok rattled off, his hands now pulled behind his back as he grinned at the man beside him who took a step forward with an extended hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Kim Ji Soo.” There was a smile poking from the corner of his lips as she took his hand, her eyes dancing over his broad shoulders and lean figure in surprise.

Back at their own camp, Ji Soo was described to her as a man with many capabilities with experience in many fields, someone to not be toyed with under any circumstances. Although she was never given any physical description of him, what was before her was not what she had imagined in the slightest. He was still very youthful, maybe only a few years older than her if not the same age.

“Thank you so much for coming,” he continued, placing his other hand over hers. “We’re in a bit of a rough spot at the moment. Our supply runners, who have most of our weapons, haven’t returned in several days and there’s a lot of action on the other side of the river.”

“Action?” Her brow quirked and he let out a hesitant laugh.

“We can talk more about it tomorrow, I’m sure you’re all tired from the hike here,” he stated with a look at the others behind her. “There’s a cabin set up for you at the base. If you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to look at so Hoseok can show you the way.”

With that he politely bowed his head before turning down a trail to the left of the island, quickly disappearing behind the foliage and into the darkness. However, all attention swiftly moved to Hoseok as he gestured for everyone to follow him up a trail ahead, finger clicking on a flashlight to guide the way.

The walk was silent and short, the hill dipping back down at the top and giving way to lit up lamps that illuminated the center of the empty camp. Nobody spoke as Hoseok lead them through pathways and up another small hill until a long building appeared with a lamp hanging loosely above its main door.

“There’s running water, beds, and some food stacked in the pantry that you’re welcome to. It’s not exactly a five-star hotel but it’s comfortable enough for how long you’ll be here,” Hoseok explained as he shoved a key into the doors lock and pushed the wood open. As he turned around he held out the key to Youna with a halfhearted smile. “If you need anything, my house is on the right at the bottom of the trail.”

“Thank you,” she replied with a nod, gripping the key tighter in her hand.

He quickly stepped away from the building with a wave, bidding everyone a final goodnight before he took off back down the hill. In seconds of his leave the group stole into the building only to freeze as the lights flickered on and the inside was exposed.

A long hallway stretched to the left with a door on either side with one at the very end. To the right was a common room, cork board nailed to the walls and cabinets lining the floor with a chair and a few couches splayed around. It was more than just comfortable, it was better than anything they were given even at their own camp.

After an exceedingly long pause of silence, Taehyung piped up before bolting down the hallway. “If there are bunk beds in there, I call bottom!”

In a flurry, everyone rushed to the rooms, pillaged through the cabinets, and crowded into the full-size bathroom with eyes full of wonder and excitement. However, amongst the roars of laughter and exclamations of potato chips, Youna remained at the door, closing it softly and staring out at the men and women around her.

As amazing as this was, as it could potentially be, this was not their home nor the people they wholeheartedly protected, and whether they liked it or not, they would have to leave at some point. These were strangers that they were protecting, people who would do anything for some form of protection and she wouldn’t put it past them if they tried to bribe her group with all of their amenities. But where there is good, there is always something lurking in the unknown, waiting for its chance to strike, and Youna would be ready to fight no matter what.

[monstaxdesires]

The Arrangement (Chapter Six)

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five)

It had been almost a week since your time with Wonho and as promised the money had been added to your account Monday morning. Letting him leave had been a little more difficult than you had planned and his urgency in touching you and kissing you until you were putty in his arms again didn’t help. But now you were back to normal. His time spent with you an appreciated but one time moment.

Wonho had kept the situation between you both a secret like he had promised. He had stayed away for most of the week and that did surprise you a little. But earlier in your shift today he had brought in one of his companions to get an evening gown for a work function the following week and he had asked you how you were, but didn’t press you when you told him you needed to return to work after a few moments of surface conversation. 

It was almost the end of the workday and you were grateful. A sigh of relief left you when you allowed yourself to drop into the chair in the back office so that you could record Wonho’s tip and the sale of the gown. You shed your heels and dropped your head back, eyes closed. A moment of relaxation all you needed. 

Flashbacks of your weekend together made you shiver and think about him again. He had smirked anytime you would look at him. He knew the effect he had over you but you ignored him making him laugh more. It was a teasing game for him and you were going to allow him his fun as long as he maintained his promise to not bring it up to anyone else. 

A light knock sounded on the office door. You cracked one eye open to see Ann standing there. You typically hid in here until your shift ended after inputting the information for the clientele and she tried not to disturb you unless it was important. Being best friends at work had its benefits.

A smirk was painted on her lips. “Someone is asking for you.”

“Someone?” You ask, confusion clear on your face. You knew better than to think it was just someone considering she was interrupting your quiet moment.

She nods, smirking more.

“Did you get a name?” You ask, slightly worried they had changed their mind about the extension and were here to collect the first payment or even the whole sum three weeks early. 

Even though you had the first payment you still were wary about the situation. The anonymous party had yet to tell you how to make the payment and you knew when it came due they would either show up at your door or at work if you didn’t hear from them to pay it another way. You also knew that if whoever it was showed up and made a scene at work it would be your job down the toilet.

She nods again and you stay silent as you slip your feet back into your heels and stand straight. She frowns noticing your sullen expression. 

“Everything okay?” She asks stopping you and fixing your hair a little.

“Yes, I was just enjoying my last few minutes before leaving for the night.”

She eyes you, knowing you were not telling the truth but dismisses it knowing you would probably crack and tell her when you were ready.

“Well you might enjoy this more,” she sing songs wrapping her arm around your waist and walking with you down the hallway to the front counter. 

Just before you get there she releases you and leaves you. You hear her tell whoever it is that you will be with them shortly. You check to make sure your shirt is still tucked in and your skirt where it should be before you emerge. Your lips part in shock and eyes widen slightly.

There he stood. He was dressed a little more casually this time in an all black suit without a tie. He was admiring the store and had not noticed your appearance yet which gave you time to put your service face back on.

You can’t help but to admire his side profile, his jawline strong and sharp, the plumpness of his lips evident even from his side profile. You shake your head pulling yourself together. 

“How can I help you?” You ask quietly. He turns to see you. His gaze flickers over you before he looks at the counter top between you and then back up to you.  

“Do you remember me?”

“Of course, Shownu.”

He smiles, sticking his hands in his front pockets before glancing at the store again. You watch him as he continues to admire it.

“Do you have something in mind?” You ask moving from around the counter. “I can have someone assist you if you do not.”

“No, that will not be necessary. I try to keep business and pleasure separate.”

You pause, confusion clear on your face which in turn caused a twitch of a smile to tug at the corner of his lips.

“I’m sorry?”

He clears his throat before moving closer to you.

“My mother is the owner,” he glances back over the floor and you turn to see if anyone was nearby to take over on that announcement. “I assume you know who she is.”

“I know who she is, I was not aware of her having a son.”

He flashes a knowing smile. That’s where he learned the lesson of keeping business and personal separate. 

You quickly look around again needing to be saved. Your cheeks burn from embarrassment. You spot Ann smirking, she knew who he was, and that was why she was there hiding in the hallway to the dressing rooms. You point a glare at her. A warning would have been nice. She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“Would you like me to page her?” You ask, not knowing what else to do. This being a first for you.

“No,” he responds before turning back to you. “I’m actually here to see you."

“Oh,” you stop from going towards the desk phone, hands clasping behind your back. “Why?”

He shifts his stance, Wonho had warned him you were very to the point. 

“Are you free to grab coffee? There is a little coffee shop across the street that I like. I tried to come at the end of your work day.”

You stare at him in surprise, no longer able to hide your emotions. He looks away before looking at you again a smirk now painted on his face. He was no longer able to hide how entertaining this was. Both of you showing how you felt.

“I would like to talk to you for a moment and I assume you would rather not do so here. Wonho explained a few things to me and I would like to see if I can help.”

“You want to help me?” You ask and he nods.

“Yes. An arrangement if you will.”

You look at the tops of your shoes, face heating more. “I’m not sure what to do here. I already rejected Wonho’s offer to help. Did he not explain that little detail?”

“He did.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s just coffee,” Shownu says taking a step closer.

You feel your stomach explode with butterflies when you both lock gazes. The warm chocolate of his eyes making your heart speed up. How did they manage to have this effect on you?

“Did he tell you why?” You whisper.

“He did.” He watches you intently. “I think we could benefit one another if you gave me a chance to explain.”

You bite your lip before inhaling sharply. What could it hurt?

“Give me ten minutes to finish my report for the day. I can meet you there.”

“I will wait for you,” he says. “I would like to take a look around. Do you have a coat? It’s chilly outside today and I would rather you not catch a cold because of me.”

“I do,” you murmur looking at your shoes again. “Ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes,” he agrees and you turn on the ball of your foot before hurrying back to the office.

————-

Fifteen minutes later his coffee and your tea order were placed and you now sat in a corner booth together. You were watching the people passing by on the street while he watched you. You were trying to find your nerve to start the conversation between you, but so far nothing. 

The server arrives to deliver your orders before flashing you both a kind smile and retreating.

“What all did he tell you?”  You ask stirring your tea. 

“Everything.”

“Everything?” You ask softly, cheeks burning a little at the thought that he knew exactly what had transpired between you and Wonho. You fold your hands in your lap to hide the trembling of them.

He meets your gaze head on. “Yes, but I do not judge you or him. From what he mentioned very briefly you both enjoyed yourselves.”

You bring your mug to your lips after looking away from him, not able to hold his gaze knowing that he knew what you had done. You were going to kill Wonho. You set the mug down after taking a sip of your herbal tea before relaxing back in the booth.

“What exactly is going on here Shownu?”

He runs his hand along his jaw thinking about how to properly do this with you. “I want to help you in exchange for you helping me. I want you to be my companion.”

Your mouth almost falls open in surprise, but you quickly correct yourself. “I am sure Wonho has explained my reservations if he has openly told you everything that has transpired between us.”

He smiles politely knowing you were not happy that your transgressions were out.

“My offer is different from Wonho’s and will cater more towards an arrangement we can both agree on.”

He pauses and waits for you to tell him if he should continue or if you were already checked out. You pause, studying him, trying to read him and see if it was all a trick.

“I’m listening.”

“I don't expect sex from you in the beginning… if at all. What I do need is someone who can join me at business functions, I find they favor someone who can balance business and personal life, and I need someone who can charm the people I am trying to make deals with.”

“And you think I can do that?” You ask.

He smirks, tipping his head. “I know you can and so do you.”

You shrug, masking the smile of pride.

“I lack in that area and believe you could be an asset to me. An asset I’m willing to pay for. I also request to continue having moments like this. I enjoy coffee shops and company I find comforting.”

Your face flames hot at that. He had barely spent any time with you. He doesn’t notice, instead his gaze locked on the table between you. It was clear he was struggling a little to make sure he didn’t come off in a way that would deter you.  A small smile tugged at you that he was being as considerate as he was.

“I want to have dinner together once a week at minimum. If we are going to be comfortable at the business functions then we need to be comfortable outside of them. I am not a picky eater and you can chose the restaurants if you would like.”

Then it dawned on you exactly what this would be like if you accepted his offer. “You want me to be your business girlfriend for money?”

The questions comes out softly. A hint of sadness in it that he would resort to this. You knew the basics of Wonho’s and that he did it purely for his own pleasure in the regards of helping someone financially while also getting sexual pleasure from them. But what this seemed like was that he was doing it purely for the success of his business. Was he all work and no play?

He hesitates once he realizes you have caught on. He clears his throat and pulls at his collar a little all while avoiding looking at you head on.

“In a way, yes. As I said earlier I like to keep my business and person lives separate. You will fall into the business side for the purpose of our initial arrangement.”

“Okay.”

He had thought this out down to how you would fit into his life from beginning to end and you weren’t necessarily opposed to it. It would make it easier with sticking to no feelings or any chance of feelings forming. You watch him sip his own coffee before rolling your shoulders. He finally lifts his gaze to yours and you smile weakly.

“When do I need to give you an answer?”

“I have a contract drawn up for you already. Read it, write down any questions you have, or anything you would like to add or adjust. This arrangement is not about only me. I enjoy helping someone as much as I enjoy seeing my business succeed.” He was back to being almost stoic and reserved. “When you have decided if you would like to continue or not please give me a call with the phone number I have provided in the envelope with the contract. We will go from there.”

“Where is this contract?” You ask before taking another sip of your tea. You were grateful that it gave you something to do with your hands.

“I have my driver waiting to take you home when you are ready. He has the contract and will give it to you when he drops you off. He is not aware of what it is, it’s sealed,” he says, the last part coming out rushed when your eyes widen that someone else would be aware of this arrangement and the details of it.

“Why me?” You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“I don’t know.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. He laughs, his eyes crinkling before he starts to play with the handle of his mug. You can’t help but to smile, he had a full laugh that was comforting in its own way.

“You are different. People seem to fall under your spell as soon as they meet you.”

“Did you?”

He falters and this time you laugh. He smiles, he liked your laugh.

“I did.” He admits looking at you. “The moment I saw you on Wonho’s arm at dinner I knew we were in trouble, all of us. And then when we were introduced my suspicions were confirmed.”

Your cheeks are flaming hot and you have to tear your gaze from his. You fight the urge to tell him how he made you feel and instead focus back on the table. You trace a pattern into the table top with the tip of your finger.

“I mean what I said,” he says softly now and his hand touches yours. His touch gentle. “You can add anything you like to the contract and I will be open to discuss it.”

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“You’re welcome.”

(Chapter Seven)

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 2: Part Twenty Five

My Idol

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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

Taking a deep breath, you glanced toward the ceiling of the green room you had been sequestered in, and tried not to cry. Tears had long since begun to pool on your lashes, but it would be a disservice to your makeup artist to let them fall to your cheeks. You knew with such a short amount of time, she’d never be able to correct the mess you were on the verge of creating, and you didn’t want to hear the complaints. You swallowed for the thousandth time, closing your eyes as the loud gulping noise radiated toward your ears. 

In no way were you ready for the night to come. 

You let out a light groan in an attempt to shake out your wayward emotions, but only had to stifle it from turning into a sob. Opening your eyes, you furrowed your brows in agitation. At yourself. At My Idol. At the men you had dated and gotten to know. The situation made you feel as if you had completely lost hold of your original intentions. You were meant to make an experience of these moments. You were meant to enjoy them and package them away safely in your memories for years to come. 

Instead, you were just hoping you could fast forward a month and not have to live through this very moment. 

You were fine with the happy ending, just not the heartbreak to get there. 

A light knock hit the door of the dressing room, causing you to stand at attention. Quickly reaching up, you patted at your eyes with the back of your hands. “Come in.” 

The door cracked open before a familiar face filled your vision. 

“Y-Y-Yoongi?” you stuttered, glancing around the room to make sure you were actually the only one in it. 

“Hey,” he grinned, sliding in through the small space he had created. Glancing over his shoulder, he shut the door behind him and heaved a sigh of relief. “You won’t believe the security this place has.”

“What are you doing here?” you croaked, lifting your arms out before you. Surely he was sick of hearing that question, but it was necessary to ask nearly every time he appeared. 

His smile only grew wider as he took your extended arms and pulled them to wrap around his waist. “I’m trying to do better with this whole “be your friend” thing. And I figured you probably really needed a friend right now.”

“Yoongi,” you whispered, shaking your head before letting him envelop you in a hug. You pushed your face against the warmth of his sweater and attempted to hold back the emotions cascading over you. 

“Hey,” he cooed, snaking his arms around you and setting one hand lightly at the back of your head. “It wasn’t supposed to make you cry.” 

“You aren’t making me cry,” you sniffed, leaning back to examine your friend. “But the gesture is so appreciated. You have no idea.” 

“I thought you were probably dying on the inside,” he sighed, releasing you from his grip. “And I figured I could help, cause you know.” He gestured up and down his body, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. 

“I’m already dead inside,” he smirked. “Maybe I can guide you down the delicate path of not giving a single fuck.” 

“Too late,” you groaned, leaning to plop on to the nearby couch. “I’ve already given too many.” 

“There’s your problem,” he sighed, sitting alongside you. He hit his knee playfully against yours, attempting to get your mood to change. “You were supposed to make a mess and fumble your way through this. Remember our conversation? Everything you’re feeling is okay.” 

“I’m feeling too many things,” you groaned. “And I’m worried.” 

“About?” he asked. 

“Voting tonight,” you said quietly. “And about not getting the chance...to be with someone I’m meant to be with.”

“Well, not to state the obvious, but that chance is already sitting beside you and he got voted off,” he muttered. 

You leveled him with a side eye, causing him to lift his hands up defensively. 

“Okay, not the best thing to say, I get that,” he trailed. “But really, why do you worry about something you can’t control?” 

“Because I’m selfish,” you whispered. “And even though I don’t want to control any of this...I also do.” 

“You can’t have both,” he said curtly. “So you need to have a quick conversation with yourself about being able to do the best with the hand you’ve been dealt.”

“I don’t want to,” you pouted. “I want to fold.” 

“I’m willing to bet you’ve never even played cards and those are the only metaphors you know,” he grinned. 

“Hey! Now there was that one time-” you began, only to be cut off by the door to the green room springing open again. 

“Y/N, are you-” the production assistant began, her eyes slowly falling on Yoongi. “I...you...what?” 

“You’d be shocked at how often I hear that when people see me,” he grinned. “Hello ma’am, I’m Min Yoongi, and-” 

“I know who you are,” she said bluntly. “And I also know you aren’t supposed to be within one hundred yards of this building. You’re still under contract and-”

“Oh, piss on the contract,” he muttered, pulling himself to his feet. The production assistant’s mouth fell open as she watched him take a few steps toward her. “If you need me, I’ll be in the audience, sitting in the rows designated for friends and family.” 

Shouldering past her and into the hallway, Yoongi sent you one last wink before he disappeared from sight. 

“I think we can both agree,” the crew member said quietly. “That we can pretend like neither of us saw him.” 

“I will be just as shocked as you are when I see his beaming face in the crowd,” you nodded, trying to keep a smirk from tugging at your lips. 

You could complain about Yoongi for hours, but one thing was for certain. He definitely knew how to get your mind off of your worries. 

After shaking out your last remaining nerves, you tried to remind yourself to care a little less. Your stomach untied and retied itself into limitless knots. It was easy to repeat your new mantra, but a little more difficult to actually enact it. You knew it was selfish to want all four men for your own, but you weren’t necessarily sure how to move forward without hurting your own feelings. 

“You ready?” the production assistant asked, holding the door to the stage slightly ajar. 

“Nope,” you hissed, shaking your head. “But you’re still going to make me go out there.” 

“On the count of three,” she grinned. “One, two-” 

Just as she had barely announced the number, you found your uninjured foot springing you forward, giving a firm push from the ground you hardly thought yourself stable enough to roll upon. 

The crowd roared as you appeared, the spotlight following you until you finally found your seat and slid gratefully into it. In a repeat of the last voting special, a crew member appeared to usher your beloved scooter from the inevitable camera shots to come. 

“Y/N,” the host cooed, shuffling her cue cards before her. “The second round of dates!”

You nodded at her statement, reminding yourself to maintain pleasant facial expressions during the entirety of this Hell. Losing two men would be bad enough, you didn’t need her attempts at trying to sugar coat the situation. 

“How have you been feeling about the My Idol experience lately?” she asked, furrowing her brows in mock concern. “Is it getting to be a bit too much?”

“Well,” you sighed, gnawing on your lip. You had to decide if you would answer honestly and reveal the truth of the emotional rollercoaster you had been on, or simply smile and continue with the show. “I think it’s been a bit too much since the show has began, really.” 

“What have you thought about the second round of dates?” the host continued, choosing to ignore your small lack of censorship. 

“The men that My Idol has brought out for this season are nothing short of exceptional,” you nodded. You wanted to separate them from the show. You didn’t want My Idol to have much, if any, of the glory of the wonderful personalities it had the privilege to showcase. The men made this show and your experience what it was. “I won’t ever forget the moments these men chose to share with me. They let me in on part of their adventure, and I’m so grateful for that.” 

“Speaking of these gentleman, why don’t we bring them out?” the host nodded, beginning to stand.

You teetered forward as well, desensitized as you followed her motions. Unsteadily balancing against the edge of the chair, you began to clap along with the crowd. 

“Wonho, Yongguk, Jay, and Johnny!”

“Let’s give a round of applause to all of these gentleman!” the host smiled, knowing behind that grin that she would be stirring drama at any moment. “Guys, please, make yourself comfortable.”

You fumbled back toward your seat and looked cautiously toward the four men you cared so deeply for. You couldn’t help but feel a heat creep up your neck as you met Wonho’s eyes first, the only man you had actually kissed during the second round of dates. The tips of his ears were a bright red as he stared back at you, the same thought unintentionally filling his mind as well. His smile was bashful before he broke eye contact, choosing to focus on the small rips in his jeans instead. His fingers fiddled nervously with the threads, his lips moving soundlessly in an attempt at comforting himself. You wanted to run to him and pull him into a hug. You wanted him to know that everything would be alright. 

But you would probably have to convince yourself of that first. 

Your eyes trailed over to Johnny who sat to Wonho’s side. He leaned back against the couch, his arm draped casually behind Wonho. Giving you a small smile, his eyes said more to you than his cool pose did. They darted from you, to the men surrounding him, and then to the audience. Repeating their small pattern, you could detect the small ticks in his jaw, before he began to chew on the inside of his mouth, nervous and unsure. 

You pursed your lips as you looked toward Jay, completely at ease compared to the balls of anxiety around him. He sat with arms crossed, lazily glancing around the stage before his eyes met yours. A smile instantly appeared on his lips, small and kind, before he shot you a wink and redirected his gaze elsewhere. Compared to what you had witnessed during last season, Jay was almost a completely different person in this atmosphere. 

Lastly, your eyes found the sincere and reliable Yongguk, usually the pillar of strength in almost any tense situation you found yourself in. Where you had expected to see an easy smile and kind eyes, you found a storm in his expression. With eyebrows furrowed and his focus low, you were taken aback for a moment as you couldn’t actually catch his attention. He was deep in thought as he glanced anywhere but at you, causing your stomach to flip in the worst way. 

“Johnny, how does it feel to have moved on to the second round of dates?” the host asked, gearing up for the inevitable discomfort to follow.

“Indescribable,” he said quietly, slowly lifting his eyes. His mouth formed into a smile as he began to elaborate. “I wanted the chance to make a better impression on Y/N with the second date.”

“And it seems like your plan went well!” the host proclaimed. “Wonho, did you feel the same pressure considering your date broke Y/N’s ankle?” 

You refrained from rolling your eyes and chose to send kind glances in Wonho’s direction instead. He took a deep breath as he ran his palms along the fabric of his jeans. “I-”

“And did you feel the pressure to kiss Y/N to make up for that incident?” she continued, her words coming out surprisingly quickly even though he hadn’t even begun his answer. 

“Before you say anything else,” Jay perked. “Why don’t you let homeboy give those shitful questions a shot?” 

You lifted your brows, surprised and proud that Jay had actually spoken on behalf of one of his fellow contestants. You still had so much left to learn about him, and he continued to shock you with his pleasantries. 

Wonho smirked as he glanced up to the host, busy shooting daggers in Jay’s direction. 

“I think it’s kind of obvious that I felt the need to make up for my first date,” Wonho nodded. “But the kiss was entirely something that happened in the moment. We let our emotions get the better of us, but I wouldn’t take it back.” 

“Yongguk, how do you feel about Wonho being the only idol to kiss Y/N during the second round of dates?” the host prodded with an exceptionally innocent expression. 

“How do you think he feels? Damn, this is so played out,” Jay interrupted. He leaned forward and shook his head. “This shit just doesn’t change, does it?” 

“It’s alright,” Yongguk nodded, patting Jay lightly on the shoulder. The older man looked up in surprise before settling back to lean against the couch again. He watched Yongguk curiously as he began to answer. 

“I won’t speak for all of us,” he began quietly. “But I think the kiss was a reminder that Y/N has a choice. Or rather, Korea has a choice. And we don’t have to be that choice for her. It hurt in an odd way, but not as an act of...deception. It hurt because it was someone I care about caring for someone else. It doesn’t detract from our relationship, but it also doesn’t give me any positive affirmations.” 

“And that’s why she wasn’t busy making kissy faces at the rest of us,” Jay sighed. “Cause she knew better. She didn’t want anybody else to feel like that. Well said, my bro.” 

“Thanks...” Yongguk trailed, chuckling nervously. 

It was an odd camaraderie you were witnessing, but it was far from unsettling. 

You would rather have the men you cared about commiserating together instead of being at each other’s throats. 

“Jay,” the host sighed, speaking his name as if it were dripping with venom. “How does it feel to be back?” 

“Well, you see,” he hummed, leaning forward. He rubbed his hands together methodically as he spoke. “It’s conflicting. For as much as I don’t like the show, or really any of the people involved, I keep showing up and hoping something happens. I guess ya boy is just a fool for love.” 

“As the oldest contestant,” the host continued. “Do you feel pressured to actually end up with Y/N?”

“My age doesn’t make me sweat,” he nodded. “I’m like a fine wine.” 

The boys around him cracked smiles as they stifled a collective laugh. Jay’s own cocky grin began to fill his own face. 

“Johnny,” the host continued, blatantly ignoring the answer to her previous question. “How do you feel now that Jay has been brought back for the second season?” 

“Well...” he trailed, giving the older man a side eye. He grimaced as he spoke, choosing his words carefully. “First I was angry. I thought he had had his chance, and should let the rest of us try.” 

Jay lifted his brows as he leaned back again, crossing his arms as he listened intently. 

“Then the anger turned into sadness,” he nodded. “Because how the heck am I going to compete against Jay Park?” 

“Well, you are about a solid foot and a half taller,” Wonho chuckled, looking up sheepishly as soon as he spoke. 

“Whoa,” Jay said, lifting his hands up defensively. “I did not personally attack any of you. My challenge just happens to be vertical.”

He grinned at you, glancing around quickly before he growled. “Doesn’t matter how tall any of us are once we’re horizontal though.”

You winced as he began to laugh and the crowd exploded with reaction. 

“On that charming note,” the host muttered, shaking her head. “I know last season you had an issue with not being able to follow your contractual obligations. Were you able to curb yourself from meeting with Y/N outside of the competition?”

“It only takes me once to learn a lesson,” he sighed. “No matter how stupid the lesson was. But nah, the one date I got spoke for itself.” 

“What about the rest of you?” the host asked, directing her question at the other men. 

“Even if we had,” Johnny sighed. “Wouldn’t it be silly of us to say so?” 

“Well, you saw how quickly Jay didn’t get kicked off,” the host grumbled. “We haven’t necessarily set a very good precedent.”

“I haven’t met outside of the show,” Wonho said, the first to clear his name. He looked curiously to you before glancing at his fellow contestants. 

“Although there were some evenings that I wanted to,” Yongguk muttered. “I kept to myself.” 

“I googled a picture of her once,” Johnny smirked. “Does that count?” 

“For what purpose, homeboy?” Jay hissed in an attempt to silence his laughter. “Or can you not say that on television? I know you got a squeaky clean image to uphold and all.” 

“On that note,” the host nodded. “Who would like to hear the first contestant to move on to the round of third dates?”

The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and groans. It was a satisfactory response to match the emotions whirling inside of you. 

“Well why don’t we get on to the good part then,” the host smiled as one of the production assistants rushed up to the stage with a red envelope in hand. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, even though you knew it wasn’t for you.

“Alright Y/N,” the host nodded. “The first idol to move on to the final date is…”

You held your breath as her fingers began to slide under the lip of the envelope, not entirely convinced of what outcome you could possibly want. 

“Well...

....

I am both pleased and mildly horrified to say...

the first idol is....

...

...

Jay Park.” 

You felt as if the entirety of your body had gone numb. Jay Park, the man you had spent the least amount of time with. Jay Park, the man you had no intention of ever giving a chance. Jay Park, the man who had shown you he was so much more than what your preconceived notions supposed him to be. 

Your mouth had gone dry as you attempted to lick your lips, trying to give any sort of reaction rather than staring blankly at the man who had begun to approach you. Looking up at a loss, you met the gaze of Wonho, his mouth having completely made an “o” shape of surprise. His eyebrows had become hidden behind his bang line, but he clapped slowly nonetheless. 

Johnny’s eyebrows were lifted as well, but his expression was more coy. He watched with curious eyes as Jay pulled himself to a standing position and began to slowly saunter toward you. 

Yongguk was by far the most unfazed, simply watching Jay’s retreating back with a placid face. You sucked in your lip and began to gnaw at the flesh, attempting to catch his eyes. How was everyone handling this so much better than you seemed to be? 

You had launched into an internal panic. Finally ripping your eyes away from the three men who hadn’t been called, your focus narrowed as your attention was solely dominated by Jay. His feet were quick as he crossed the stage, appearing before you in only a few strides. You attempted to swallow again, but only let out a light cough as he finally reached you. 

Searching his face for something you were unsure of, he began to smile slowly as he lifted his palms to sit on either side of your face. 

You liked Jay. That was a fact. The day you had spent with him was extremely enjoyable and you hadn’t minded the thought of getting to know him just a little bit better. On the opposing side of that thought, you became painfully aware that with his inclusion, two men you had known even better were being slowly pushed out of your life. 

And that was what made you nauseous. 

The callouses on Jay’s fingers were coarse against your skin as tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Holding your face in his hands again, he whispered a gentle. “Hey.”  

“Hey,” you repeated, blinking in an attempt to make yourself internalize this moment. He was only a few centimeters from you at this point, causing your heart to launch into frenzied beats. Could he possibly be considering kissing you in front of everyone? Was he that bold? 

Well, yes, but would he actually do it? 

“You made it through,” you continued quietly, saying the words aloud to convince yourself. “You get to go to the next round. The final round.”

“No, I don’t,” he said quietly, his voice incredibly small. It was painfully different from any facet of Jay you had come to know. 

“Wh-what?” you stuttered, furrowing your brows. Your brain was having a hard time processing his argument, immediately causing you to think you had misheard his statement. 

“It’s okay,” he cooed, tilting his head slightly. His eyes stared into yours openly, making you feel as if he could see every piece of you. “You heard me right...as much as I’d love to do...all this...”

He removed one hand from your cheek before waving dismally toward the crowd. “I appreciate the offer...but baby, it ain’t me.” 

To Be Continued...

[kpopyourcherryy]

Never Forget - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 2,400+ words

Kink(s); Sir!Kink, public/car sex, slight impact play, ownership, etc.

The two of you had been going through a difficult patch in your relationship- ever since he went on tour, you two had just been fighting on and off constantly especially since he always seemed to forget he had a girlfriend. 

It annoyed you to know how much he seemed to enjoy all these fans flirting and drooling over him- like yeah, you understood accepting things like that because he was an attractive man, after all, but sometimes things just crossed the line.

As you waited for him in the airport’s parking lot, you had this constant conflict with yourself- part of you wanted to give shower him with love and express how badly you missed him, but the other wanted to stay upset with him. 

With your arms crossed, resting on the steering wheel, you put your head down as your mind began to wander when three sudden knocks on your window startled the hell out of you.  “Fuck..” You airily whispered, clutching your chest as you turned to see your boyfriend’s smiling face while gleefully waving. The instant your eyes fell on him your heart soared. 

Shit, no you’re upset with him. Be upset, be upset.

You stared out the window the entire time watching other cars and the dim street lamps as y’all passed them by; trying your hardest not to pay him any attention.  “Babe..” Wonho suddenly said, breaking the tense silence while moving his large hand over to you- caressing your thigh. “Why are you being so quiet? Are you okay?” 

“Mhmm..” You replied, nodding your head as you continued looking out the window. 

Wonho sigh, shaking his head as he slowed the car- pulling over to the side of the pretty ghostly street you were on.  Immediately you turned to him, confused by his sudden action. “What are you doing?” You asked, watching as he put the car in park. 

Your boyfriend faced you with a less than playful expression, “What’s wrong?” He simply asked, letting out another hefty exhale as you attempted to avoid eye contact once more.  Without much of a warning at all, he gripped your jaw; bringing your gaze back towards him. “Talk to me, y/n. We can’t make things better if we don’t talk about them.” 

A faint scoff escaped you as you focused your eyes on him, “I’m just tired of always seeing people hit on you.” You admitted with a huff, harshly pulling yourself away from his grasp. “And I’m tired of feeling as though you completely forget you have a girlfriend. It sucks always seeing videos of you just flirting with everyone.” 

Nodding, your boyfriend stayed silent for a moment; understanding of your worries. He understood how difficult it was for you and he was thankful you were even willing to stay by his side despite his job.  He needed to show you in the most intimate, intense way he possibly could that he was yours and only yours. 

His eyes loomed over you, locking with your gaze as you peered over to him once more. “Get in the back, baby.” He smoothly said, motioning towards the backseats. 

“Why?” You instantly retorted, chewing your inner cheek as you crossed your arms over your chest. “I just want to go home already.” 

You could feel his stern gaze burn holes into you as the hand that stayed on your thigh pressed into you. “Babe, get in the back please.” He repeated, trying to keep a calm tone, “I want to show you how sorry I am..” He purred, leaning into your space. “Please, babygirl..” 

As your pet-name left his redden lips, your body immediately reacted, causing you melt even more as his free hand cupped your face. With his thumb grazing your cheek, he placed a delicate peck at the corner of your mouth. “Are you going to listen to me, darling?” He sweetly asked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. 

Your nod in response was almost involuntary, he just had this indescribable effect on you that put you in a lustful trance.  “No, kitten,” He said, shaking his head. “Use your words. I want to hear a yes or no.” 

Again you nod, softly pressing your lips against the palm of his hand, “Yes, Sir..” You cooed, trailing little kitten licks up his thumb before eagerly taking it into your mouth.  

The most enticing groan escaped him as your lips and tongue wrapped around his digit, he adored watching how your cheeks hallowed around his digits just as you pulled away.  “That’s my good girl,” He hummed, chuckling as his lust clouded eyes scanning over your body while unbuckling your seatbelt. “Now, get to the back, strip down to your bra and panties- ya know, if you’re even wearing any.” 

As the seatbelt slipped off you, you smoothly moved between the front seats- plopping yourself onto the backseat, automatically peeling off your top as Wonho exited the car. Lifting your shirt off, you exposed your bare breasts; hissing slightly as the feeling of the cold air brushed against your sensitive nipples while you flung the material away.  Just as your fingers hooked around the waistband of your sweats, yanking them down and off- revealing the pretty cobalt blue thong that barely covered a thing, as he swung open the car door; hurrying in beside you. 

Before he even spoke a word he pulled you close, snaking one arm around your waist while the other gently wrapped around your throat.  “Mhmm, I know you like the back of my hand don’t I?” He jeered, licking his lips as your supple globes pressed against his muscular chest, pompously grinning as you nodded. “You know why that is, babygirl?” 

Shaking your head, soft yelps flowed out of you as he took a nipple between his fingers; rolling it before giving your bud a hard pinch as he tugged on it.  “Answer me, kitten,” He lowly rumbled, biting lower lip while he continued to toy with your chest. “Do you know why I know you so well?” 

Though you knew what he would say, you had to...actually you needed to hear it from him- you needed to hear those words roll off his sinful tongue.  Again, you shook your head, “N- No, Sir,” You whimpered as he switched his attention to your other nipple. “I don’t..”

“Mhmm..” Wonho purred, licking his lips as he watched whatever remained of your walls crumble down. “The answer’s simple, my love.” He smirked, pressing his lips against the crook of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone.  “I’m yours, just as much as you are mine. No one else knows you better than I do and vice versa. Y/n, I belong to you.” 

His words automatically drawing out your needy sounds as his hand moved down your torso; roughly caressing your inner thighs, but ghosting over your heat.  With teasing pass, your hips automatically bucked forward as you ached for his touch. “Sir, please, touch me..”  You delicately whined, biting your lower lip while your brow furrowed. “Please, I need you to touch me so badly..” 

That pompous chuckle of his escaped him while his own arousal intensified, “Don’t worry, babygirl-” He keened, baring his teeth ever-so-slightly as he neared your breasts. “I’ll take very good care of you, you know that... Just let me play with you for a little, it’s been so long since I have after all.”  Just as he finished speaking he finally touched you where you needed him the most, tracing your slit for a moment before running circles over your clit all while taking your nipple into his mouth. 

The car was instantly brimming with your relief-filled moans as he fingers and mouth expertly teased your body.  “Ah, shi- shit..” You airily hummed, resting your head against the seat; allowing the ecstasy to take control. “I- I need..” Your mouth hung open as your voice trailed off; unable to think of anything more to say. 

His lips curled into a smirk against your skin while that sinful tongue wrapped around and swiped your hardened pearl. Lifting his mouth off you for a moment, he kept his eyes on you; watching as your face contorted with pleasure as he increased the amount of pressure he put on your bud.  “Mhm, you look so pretty babygirl,” He purred before pushing your panties to the side- loudly groaning the second he felt how drenched you were. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking wet, kitten. You’re so damn ready for me to just fuck the life out of you, aren’t you?” 

“Y- Yes..~” You stuttered out, following up your one worded response with desperate moans as he slid his deliciously long fingers down towards your entrance. “I want- I want to feel you inside me, Sir, I need to feel you.”

Wonho let out a hefty sigh at your words- God did he love to see you like this. “Okay, baby, Sir will give you what you want..” He cooed, removing his hand from your core as he undid his jeans; gracefully pulling them down and off before propping himself up on his knees as he held his cock at the base.  Looking down at you, his eyes followed as you flipped yourself onto all fours; perking your ass nice and high just the way he liked. 

“God...” He growled, groping your ass- bruisingly pressing his fingertips into your flesh before giving it a solid swat just to see it redden. “You belong to me,” He started, keeping that same core shaking growl of his as he slammed his manhood into you; forcing out a relief yet pain-filled gasp as your body welcomed the burning stretch his thick lengthy member brought. “You belong to me, just as I belong to you...” He repeated, punctuating every word he spoke with harsh filling strokes, “ Who’s the one getting this fucking dick, hm baby? Who’s the one I make cum over and over again?”

As he continued repeating his lewd questions, his hand ran up your spine and gently grasped the back of your neck before entangling it in a fistful of your hair. Harshly, he yanked you back- arching your body in such a way that pain blended with pleasure.  “Tell me, kitten-” He snarled against your skin, taking vicious little nips at it, “Sir wants to hear your wrecked little voice..” 

You were so overwhelmed, to say the least, your body was already riding that wave of soreness as the coil in your tummy tightened with every delectably harsh thrust. Your mouth practically hung open as you tried to find your words only to have them become caught in your throat while your erotic whines circulated throughout the car.  “M- Me, Sir..” You finally replied, crying out as your response fueled his speed. “I am, Sir. I’m the one getting fucked by your cock. I am the one you make cum over and...” 

Before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm seemed to creep up on you quicker than ever before. Loud cries escaped you as you recited his name again and again, “Wonho, I- I...~” Your slick walls clamped down around his pulsing cock, as your orgasm began to wrack through you; if it weren’t for him holding up by your hair, you would’ve already been face first on the faux leather seat. 

Wonho practically roared at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his shaft, drawing his own high closer by the minute.  “Fuck, babygirl, fuck..” He cursed as his gaze turned to your core; fixating on the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you while being completely coated in your lovely essence. “You came so damn much, kitten.” He rasped, again syncing his powerful strokes with every word that left his mouth. “I fucking love when you make a mess all over my cock, baby. I love watching you come undone, looking like a fucked out little whore.” 

As his words rang through your ears, your body trembled as it attempted to peacefully ride out your orgasm though it was futile as his hips continued to destroy you.  “Si- Sir..” You weakly mumbled out between your shaky high-pitched cries and labored breathing. 

“Hush, baby, shh..” He purred, licking his lips as he concentrated on chasing his impending high. “I’m close, babygirl- You’re doing so fucking well. You take my dick so fucking well.”   His movements suddenly began to sputter, the irregularness of them now wreaking havoc through your sensitive form. “God damn.” He grumbled, feeling your walls tighten around him once more as if your body was silently begging for his cum. “I’m so damn close..” 

Your vision began to blur as tears formed in your waterline, your body felt nearly limp now.  He fucked the absolute life out of you just as he said he would, but you never expected anything less.  “Cu- Cum for..” You mousily whimpered, your moans slowly becoming raspy as your throat dried. “Cum for me..” 

His quicken his thrusts once more, pistoning his solid member in and out of your sore hole, “Where do you want me to cum, baby?” He asked through gritted teeth, using all his strength to hold back his climax. “Tell me where you want my cum..” 

Though you normally would prefer it someone on your body, whether it was your tits, stomach or thighs- something came over you in this moment.  “In me, Sir..” You simply whimpered while the tears slowly trickled down your cheeks. “Cum inside me, pl-please..” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice, “With fucking..” He loudly snarled, impaling you with deep long strokes after each word, “..pleasure..” Just as he buried his cock inside you, his grasp in your hair loosen- dropping your jaded form straight down to the car seat as he coated your insides with his spunk.  The vehicle was filled with the scent of lust and a sweet mix of depleted pants as Wonho propped himself up, trying his hardest not to just collapse on top of you. 

Slowly, he pulled his softening manhood out of your cunt, lowering himself onto you- resting his head between your shoulder blades, adoring that drained sounds that left you just for a little.  “My good girl..” He hummed, grinning an adorable toothy grin as he rose up; gently pressing his plush lips against the nape of your neck trailing the tender kisses down your spine before moving his way back up your body. 

With his lips now beside your ear, his warm breath brushed your alert flesh, “I love you, y/n. Never ever forget that I’m yours, babygirl, and that you’re mine.”