#wen junhui fanfiction

[straylightdream]

so it goes…

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: wen junhui x camgirl! f.reader

↳ Getting caught up in a moment. Lipstick on your face, so it goes. I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non idol au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, camgirl reader, kind of anonymous camboy jun, smut warning below the cut

an: this was inspired by the song so it goes.. by taylor swift. This another one of my stories inspired by reputation songs. This can be read as a one shot but these guys and there friends are mention in a series of loosely connected stories called all for you

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex(mc is on birth control), camgirl reader, creampie, snowballing?? kind of anonymous camboy jun, dirty talk, oral (male rec), recording sexual acts, fingering & handjobs, thigh riding, masturbation, nicknames: (hers) baby, baby girl, (his) baby,

Long before you even met Junhui you heard about him frequently from your friend from college friend. You and her had grown closer in the last year when she took up being a cam girl just like you. Your life as a cam girl wasn’t planned but down on your luck you had heard plenty of girls talk about how they make bank off of it so you decided to give it a try. After a month and half of doing it you were making so much money you didn’t bother looking back. Your online persona “cherrybby” was something you tried to keep separate from your everyday life.

You weren’t ashamed of your career path by any means. You would prefer that close family don’t know and you don’t normally tell new friends about your job until you're comfortable. The only downside of your career is dating. You’ve been a cam girl for three years and hadn’t even been on one date. Your sex life consists of pleasuring yourself on camera. You don’t know the last time a man had touched you.

On a random Monday afternoon you were having lunch with your friend kitten who is now a cam girl. She telling you all about how her boyfriend Joshua gets off on being in the room while she films. You can’t help but be envious that she’s able to have a stable relationship and this career.

“Have you gone out with anyone recently?” She asked.

A soft chuckle passes your lips, “I haven’t had sex with a man once since I started this job.”

“Would you be interested in dating someone?” You know that she has a large group of friends and you’ve met a few of the boys and they’re all extremely good looking.

“I feel like if I go on a date with someone they need to know even before dating me about my job,” you sigh.

“I have a friend named Junhui. He’s like only one of my only friends I told about my job after Shua found out.”

“Have I met him before?” You’re trying to remember all the boys you met the one time you met her at the bar.

“No you haven’t. Junhui isn’t going to judge you for your job. He’s a really nice guy, he’s really hard working. He’s one of those nine to five guys who wears a suit to work everyday and works in an office.”

She was right he didn’t judge you for your career. Kitten managed to set you up with Junhui a week after you had lunch. He took you out to dinner and a movie. You asked him if he would be okay with your job and he told you he’s fine with it. He told you he respected you for how hard you worked to make money. The one downside to him was, he let you know he wasn't able to be in a super serious relationship but he definitely wanted to date. You took that as you were going to be together but you weren’t going to put a label on it right away.

-

It’s been four months and in your mind Junhui is your boyfriend even though you’ve never had the talk about labels. You learned very early on that Junhui has a thing for appearing in your videos but remaining anonymous. He often wears a face mask and makes sure you only see him from the neck down. He’s never taken his clothes off on camera. He has no problem fingering you until you’re practically screaming or playing with you or using toys on you.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling his strong thigh. He’s dressed in business attire coming over straight from work. He’s wearing tight slacks, and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing the veins in his arms.

He always tries to see you before you go live. He made a joke about you riding his thigh and the next thing you knew he has you naked with your camera on. Your lips are painted a cherry color as your leave lipstick stains across the column of his neck. You grind your hips against this thigh getting the friction you desperately need.

It’s a blessing you live alone so you can be as loud as you need. Your fingers cling to his white dress shirt, rubbing yourself against his thigh harder.

“Fuck,” he softly moans. His hands grip your add helping you grind against him.

As you fall apart it takes everything not to moan his name. You instead opt for moaning, “baby” your name you only refer to him as on camera.

After you finish your stream you lay on your bed completely naked watching as Junhui stands next to the bed staring down at you. He’s fixing his tie that you had been holding on to as your orgasm washed over. “I wanted to suck the life out of you on camera.” You desperately want to give him head on camera or have him fuck you, but that’s against one of the only boundaries you have both set when it came to your streams. He wanted to remain fully anonymous and he didn’t want to be naked on your streaks.

He chuckles, “you can do it now off camera.”

“I thought you had to meet Seungcheol, Minghao, and Joshua at the bar?” You know he doesn’t have time for that.

“They can wait.” He unbuckles his belt.

“I shouldn’t make you late again,” you sit up slowly.

“Why don’t you come with me?” He pushes his dress pants and boxers down his strong thighs.

“It sounds like it’s a boys night.” He crawls onto the bed and strokes himself as he watches you crawl towards him.

He shakes his head, “it’s not, some of the boys are bringing their girlfriends. Shau is bringing Kitten, and Seungcheol is bringing Darling. Jihoon might also swing by and if he does his girlfriend might be with him.”

You lay on your stomach in front of him. You watch as he strokes his hardened length.

“Are you sure you want me to go?” You’re still always a little awkward when you go on outings with him.

“Yes I’m sure. Now are you going to suck me off like you desperately wanted to do?”

You can’t help but smile before you take over stroking him. He watched you with lust filled eyes. You slowly lick his sensitive head as you stroke him. “Are you going to tease me?” Hollowing your cheeks you take him into your mouth as far as he can go. The moans that pass his lips are absolutely intoxicating.

His fingers thread your hair pulling your hair away from your face.

“Fuck you’re so good at this,” he moans.

It doesn’t take long before he falls apart moaning your name. You hold him in your mouth swallowing every last drop of his release.

He pulls you up to him so you’re sitting on his lap. “I can’t get enough of you.” He crashes his lips into your not caring that he can taste his one cum on your tongue.

-

Leaning against the bar, he stares at you intently watching as you’re talking to Minghao and Kitten. You can feel his eyes burning into you. It’s intoxicating knowing that you’re the only thing he can focus on.

“You know I’ve never seen him so fascinated by a girl,” his roommate Minghao says.

“Seems like Junnie is down bad for you,” Kitten says smiling. He’s not the only one who is down bad. You’ve been seeing him for four months and it’s safe to say you are very in love with him. The problem is he hasn’t labeled your relationship and hasn’t mentioned being in love with you. “You know before you Junhui was so focused on work he never had time to date or go out. Since he started seeing you he's been more social again.”

“My dear roommate Junnie isn’t great with commitment. He never has been, he seems different with you.” You hope that means that he plans on defining your relationship soon.

“He’s the first guy I have dated in years and honestly I really love being with him. He’s kinda perfect for me.” Junhui is everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. There is something special about the fact he’s so accepting about your career. Whatever you do Junhui doesn’t judge you.

“I’m lucky you introduced me to him,” you give Kitten a smile.

Joshua comes over wrapping his arms around her waist like pulling her back for a kiss.

Looking over at Junhui you give him a come hither look. Pushing himself off the bar he excuses himself from his conversation with Seungcheol. He comes over taking your hand in his. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of your hand. You lean in close to him and instantly feel a warmth take over you at being close to him.

“Can I spend the night at your place?” He asked.

“Of course.” You love when he spends the night. Your place gives you more privacy since you don’t have roommates.

You spend the night talking to Junhui friend’s who you now consider your own friends and when ten o’clock rolls around Junhui uses this as his opportunity to tell everyone he’s tired and needs to go to bed. Taking you by the hand he leads you out of the bar. The moment you’re in his car his hand is on your thigh telling you he can’t wait to have you naked.

The moment he walks into your apartments he drags you off to your room. With little effort he has you naked.

He has you on your side with your leg hooked over his arm as he stuffs your tight pussy full with each slow thrust from behind. Your hand reaches behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair. He leaves a trail of kisses across your shoulder. Definitely leaving bruises in his path. You adore how intimate this whole thing is between you. You don’t feel the need to try and come off as sexy. You can just be yourself and enjoy the way he’s making you feel.

“Baby-“ he moans in your ear.

He knows all the ways to make you fall apart.

“Rub your clit.”

Silently you follow his instructions. The coil in your stomach tightens as you’re close to falling apart.

As a white hot wave washes over you, you hold back desperately wanting to admit you love him.

-

It’s been two weeks since you went to the bar with Junhui and his friends. In those two weeks you’ve realized that you are indeed very much in love with him. He’s been super busy at work so you haven’t gotten to see him as much as normal. That doesn’t stop you from talking on the phone daily and even stealing a few minutes alone when you can.

You're making yourself a little snack before you go live. You’re already in your lingerie you plan on wearing. Dressed in a sheer blush colored bra that does nothing to cover your nipples and a pair of crotchless matching panties.

Your front door opens and you peek your head out of the kitchen to see Junhui walking in. He’s dressed in his normal business attire he wears to work. You didn’t plan on seeing him today. He had mentioned he had dinner plans with some of the boys.

“Hi baby,” he smiles, walking towards you. “I see I found you in your work clothes.”

“I was going to stream soon.”

“You look mouth watering,” he walks toward you. He backs you up until your butt hits the kitchen table. “Am I allowed to play with you before you go online?” If he’s asking to play with you off camera, you know that definitely means he wants to be naked with you. He just doesn’t want to toy with you while others watch.

You give him a playful pout, “you know I can’t say no to you.”

Without a word he picks you up, sitting you on the edge of the kitchen table. He stands between your legs. You tugs on his tie pulling him closer to you. “You didn’t go home after work?”

“Why would I?” He cocks his head to the side. “Especially when you’re walking around looking like this?”

“I thought you had dinner plans with Minghao, and Jeonghan?” You originally planned on streaming tonight, but you would much rather spend time with him.

“I told them something came up.”

“What came up?” Leaning forward you press your cherry painted lips against the collar of his crisp white shirt.

“I thought you might want me to stream with you.”

“Are you sure it’s just not because you wanted to see me?” You reply pulling back to look at him with doe eyes. Tugging on his tie pulling him closer to you. “can you tell me you missed me?”

“Baby I always miss you,” he smiles.

“I don’t want to go live I want you to fuck me instead.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just picks you up and carries you off to your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed with a smirk across his face.

“Baby did you want to film me fucking you?” He unbuttons his shirt.

“I thought you didn’t want to stream with your clothes off?”

“How about you film us and we can decide if you post it,” he reaches for your camera that’s sitting on your dresser.

“Okay,” you smiled.

Laying on the bed he sets up the camera and hits record. Sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed you watch as he slowly unbuttons his dress shirts. “You look so pretty sitting there watching me.”

“You’re just so pretty,” you smile.

Tossing his dress shirt on the floor he unbuckled his pants. “Can I take them off?” You asked?

“Anything you want pretty.” Crawling off the bed you move to your knees in front of him. You unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his strong thighs. His already hard cock slaps against his stomach. There is something thrilling about doing all this while you’re being recorded. You take him in your hands, bring his red tip to your lips. You kitten lick the tip earning a groan from him. “Are you going to tease me baby?” You don’t respond you look up him with doe eyes as you take him as far in your mouth as he can go. His fingers tangled in your hair holding it back from your face.

“Fuck I love you mouth,” he moans as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head. You’ve always found joy in giving him head. You love the noises he’s makes and you like that you can read him like a book when you have him like this.

“Baby I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you don’t stop right now.” Pulling off you release him with a pop.

He stares down at you for a moment looking like he’s on the brink of insanity. He reaches down, helping you stand up. He drags thumb across your bottom lip, swiping some of his precum and your spit. Parting your lips he places his thumb in your mouth. Sucking gently as you stare at him.

“How do you want me?” You asked.

“I want you to spread out for me.”

Laying the bed still dressed in your crotchless panties, he's sitting back on his knees. He’s running his cock through your fold. You gasp as his bulbous head nudges your sensitive clit. “You’re so wet.”

“It’s always for you-“

He pushes into you slowly. “Spread your legs for me more,” he sighs.

The whole time he’s thrusting into you, he kisses his way across your skin. He sucks on your nipple earning a wanton moan.

The whole time you're filming his eyes never leave yours. He watches you with this loving stare. This isn’t some lust filled haze he normally has. When he finally pushes you over the edge you don’t think you have ever cum that hard in your life.

“Where did you want me to finish?” He asked if his thrust started to grow sloppier.

“Inside,” you beg.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he moans. He paints your walls white and he fills you with thick ropes of his cum. He stops moving and stares at you for a moment before saying “you’re so fucking perfect.”

He doesn’t realize that you think he’s your whole entire world.

-

Junhui finally has a day off and his one goal for the day was to spend time with you. He spent the night and loved being able to wake up in bed with you. You morning cuddle session turned into slow passionate morning sex where Junhui had you laying in your stomach with a pillow under your hips. He loved finding any position he can to fuck you from behind.

You’ve spent the day just enjoying each other's company. He planned on having a lazy night in, but forgot about the little gathering at Wonwoo and his girlfriend's place.

“Can you go with me to dinner at Wonwoo and honey’s place?” He says setting his phone down.

You glance up at him from your spot on the couch. “Sure who is all going?”

“Shau and kitten, Seungcheol and darling, Soonyoung and sweetie, Jihoon and ruby.”’ You realize instantly this is a dinner for most of the couples in the friend group.

“Hao and Hannie aren’t coming?”

“No, they are both busy.”

“Sure.”

Arriving at your friend's apartment you can’t help but feel a little strange that it’s all just couples. As the night goes on everyone is hanging out and you can’t help but focus on how each of the couples interact together. You’re reminded that from the outside looking in people must assume Junhui is your boyfriend. He’s spent most the night touching you in one way or another. Towards the end of the night you notice he’s kind of gone cold. He suddenly seems distant to everyone. He’s standing in the kitchen by himself getting a glass of wine water when you walk in.

“You okay Jun?”

He stares at you with his eyebrows knit together for a long moment before closing the distance between you. He cradles your face in his hands as he crashes his lips into yours.

“I want to get out of here,” he whispers against your lips.

“Okay we can leave.”

The car ride back to your place feels weird. Something seems off about him but you can’t figure out what.

Walking into your apartment the moment the door is shut he pushes you up against your wooden door. His finger tangles in your hair while he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. Pulling away from you for a moment he whispers your name before his hand roam your body. Pushing your dress off, he tugs on your underwear pulling them down your legs.

He seems like he’s desperate for you. Normally you would play along but you can’t figure out why this all feels so off.

His finger dip between your folds earning a moan. His eyes look empty as they stare at you for the first time. Suddenly it feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on you.

“Jun-“ you pause. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing- just- fuck-“ he seems destrought. He removes his hands from you and steps back. You pull your underwear backup as you wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t.

“Can I ask you something?” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at you. “What are we?” This question has been eating you alive for days.

“We’re dating,” he tilts his head to the side, his eyes still seeming empty.

“Are we exclusive?” You feel like you’re crazy for the fact you have to have this conversation almost five months in.

“Of course we are.”

“Are you my boyfriend?” You know this label was what was driving you insane.

“Why are we having this conversation tonight?” He sighs.

“Because something is wrong and I feel like we need to talk about what is bothering both of us.”

“This is what’s bothering you?” He seems void of emotions.

“Yeah. I don’t understand what we are. I want you to be my boyfriend,” you feel like you’re on the verge of crying.

“It’s complicated,” he sighs.

“It shouldn’t be. You act like my boyfriend. Hell we literally got invited to couples night with your friends.”

“I have so much going on in my life and I can’t fully commit to being your boyfriend. Work is so much right for me. I don’t have time to fully commit to you.” That’s bullshit. He’s constantly spending time with you. You see him at least three times a week.

“I’m not asking for much. I like what we have. I just want to call you my boyfriend and not feel crazy for being in love with you.” Telling him you love him like this feels wrong. It makes your chest burn. You always hoped to hear him say it first to you.

“You love me?” He looks completely caught off guard by your statement.

“Why do you sound shocked?”

“I don’t know,”

“I don’t think you love me, and that’s okay. But I think if you can’t commit to me more, for my own self preservation I need to stop this. This-“ you point between the two of you. “Is just going to break my heart.”

“I’m trying so hard not to break your heart.”

“But you aren’t really trying,” tears slowly start to slide down your cheek. “If you were actually trying to work with me. I wouldn’t feel like I’m going through a fucking maze trying to figure out what’s got you so upset.” You push away your tears. “I don’t know why you’re so guarded, because you won’t ever tell me why you’re like this. I feel like I know you, but at the same time there are so many things about yourself you keep hidden from me. But I have fully let you in. I showed you parts of myself I have been terrified to show other people. I never hid my job from you, you’re the first person I fully never trusted anyone to see that side of me.” He just stares at you with his eyes brimming with tears. “From the beginning I’ve never liked anyone like I like you. I’ve always been yours to keep, but at the same time yours to lose.” The silence in the room is screaming. “I think you should probably head out.” You reach on the floor picking up your dress that he peeled off you. You walk away from the door.

He nods and steps away from you. The moment the front door shuts you can’t help but sob. He made it very clear he doesn’t love you, and now you feel crazy for ever falling for him.

-

You haven’t spoken to him in two weeks, and in that time you’ve only gone live once. It wasn’t a normal long stream you would do for at least an hour. This one was short, and after one orgasm you needed the live. The whole time you were on camera you could only think of Junhui and it was breaking your heart. It didn’t help that the chat was asking where your mystery man you called “baby” was.

Getting over a one-sided breakup hurts. It doesn’t help that you don’t exactly have a ton of friends that live in the city. You could call Kitten but you felt weird since she’s friends with Junhui too.

Laying in bed looking through your phone you see the only sex tape that you and him had made together. You know he said you could post for subscribers only page behind a paywall, but you never intended for anyone to see this video other than the two of you. You know you should delete it or just store it in your hidden folder and move on but for some reason you watch it. The loving looking in his eyes as he slowly rolls his hips into yours over and over again. Before you reach the end of the video when you fall apart moaning his name, you close your phone. There is once again that ache in your chest.

-

There is a knock on the door and you have no clue who could be at your door. Opening the door you weren’t expecting to see Minghao of all people on the other side. You have no clue why Junhui's roommate is at your door.

“Hi?” You’re confused on why he’s here.

“You know Junnie won’t tell me anything, but he’s been sulking around the apartment for over two weeks and when I asked about you he looked like he was fighting back tears.” You step aside and Minghao walks in.

You don’t respond to his statement, you instead ask, “Would you like tea?”

“Please.”

He sits at your kitchen table as you make two cups of tea. You place a cup in front of him and sit down across from him.

“Are you going to tell me what happened with Junhui?” Minghao is probably the only of the few people in Junhui's friends that fully knows about your actual job.

“It’s complicated,” you sigh.

“I’m going to assume he’s the one that messed up,” he sighs before taking a sip of his tea.

“Hao, how would you explain to someone my relationship with him?” You’re curious to see what someone from the outside thinks of your relationship.

“You’re his girlfriend,” he raises an eyebrow.

“Turns out I wasn’t. Our relationship was odd. In my eyes he was my boyfriend, we were together all the time and he even took me on dates. Hell he even knew about my job and didn’t care.” You decided to leave out that he would film with you. “He would never fully commit though. He would dodge referring to me as his girlfriend. And when I asked him what we were, he just told me all the reasons he couldn’t be my boyfriend.”

Minghao takes a deep breath as he gives you a sympathetic look. “He got his heart broken really badly before you. She couldn’t take how busy he was with work. They dated for two years and one day she ended things saying that his job would always come first.”

“I don’t think he’s heartbroken this time. He made it clear he didn’t love me when I told him I loved him.”

He sets his cup down and has a confused look on his face. “What do you mean he doesn’t love you?”

“His response to my confession was, I’m trying really hard not to break your heart.”

“Fuck he’s dumb.”

“You know I let him see every part of me and never hid anything from him, and wouldn’t fully let me in.”

“Before you let go of him. Could you try talking to him one last time?”

“Minghao why? He’s not here trying to talk to me. You are?”

“Listen, he loves you and he wants more. He’s just scared.” He sighs. “He’s not as guarded as you think is.”

“You know he doesn’t talk about his family at all?”

“That’s because he’s has some issues with his family. It’s just him and his mom. His dad left when he was young. He works hard to help support his mom.”

“Why won’t he tell me this?” It hurts that he hasn’t tried to talk to you.

“I guess it’s his way of protecting himself.” He sighs standing up.

“He doesn’t have to protect himself when it comes to me.”

“You don’t have to do this, but maybe you should come by and see if he’ll talk to you.”

“He needs to come to me. I can’t put myself on the line anymore. I’m already hurt enough. If he wants to fix this he has to be the one to fix it.”

Minghao leaves, giving you a hug goodbye. You decide that night you need to let go of Wen Junhui.

-

Another week goes by before there is another knock on the door. You were getting ready to attempt to do a short stream. You threw on a robe fully covering your body.

Opening the door you’re surprised to see Junhui standing on the side. He’s dressed in his work clothes. He looks tired and there isn’t his normal light behind his eyes.

“Why are you here?” He opens his mouth to speak and nothing comes out before he sighs. “If you’re here to waste my time you can leave.”

“I’m not good at any of this stuff.”

“Clearly,” you retort.

“Can I come in so we can talk?”

Silently you step aside. He walks inside standing in the living room. You shut and lock the door. You can’t help but think about the last time you were together when he had you pressed up against it.

“It’s been a month,” you break the screaming silence.

“I know.”

“Junhui you broke my heart that day. What were you so in your head about that night. You seemed so cold at the party,” your eyes are already brimming with tears.

“I wish I could go back in time and change what happened that night.” He sighs leaning against the back of the couch.

“Why?”

“Because I fucked up and hurt you. I’m sorry I was so closed off and hurt you. That night I just watching us with all the couples confused me. I had always told myself I didn’t need a relationship like that that night just confused me. I thought I couldn’t give you what everyone else had.”

“I’ve felt like I did something wrong for an entire month. I thought that maybe the reason you’re so closed off is because of my job.” That little thought had been eating away at you for weeks.

He shakes his head. “Your job had nothing to do with this. It’s not your fault even the slightest. It’s not a good excuse but I got my heart broken by a girl I was with for years. She ended things because of how much I work. I know from the beginning you said you didn’t care that I was so busy, but I thought if I committed to more with you. That one day you would end it because I can’t always be there.”

You don’t say anything for a long moment. You step towards him. You stare at him for a long moment. You hate how sad he looks. “I’m not asking for you to be readily available to me twenty-four seven. I’m just asking for you to let yourself love me, and label what we have.” Reaching up, you rest your hand gently on his cheek. Your thumb slowly drags across his delicate skin. “I fell so incredibly hard for you, and you made me feel like I was insane for loving you.”

“You weren’t lying when you said you were mine to keep and mine to lose. I fell so hard for you too, and I was so scared that I was going to lose you.”

He looks like he’s about to cry. “I didn’t want to leave you. You pushed me away.”

“I don’t ever want to push you away again.”

“Let yourself love me then,” you sigh.

“I already do love you. I loved you when you kicked me out. I loved you every second we were apart. I still love you.”

The world suddenly feels like it’s spinning a little quicker. There’s nothing you can say in that moment. Leaning up you crash your lips into his for a heated kiss. Your arms are wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you.

With his lips ghosting yours he whispers, “I love you.”

Pulling back you can’t help but smile, “that’s good because I love you too.”

“I would like for you to be my girlfriend. I’m just asking that you’re patient with me.”

“I can be patient,” you can’t help the happy tears that are starting to fall.

“Work is going to be crazy for me sometime. But just know I might be busy, but I’m always thinking about you, and I’m going to try my hardest to make time for you.”

“All I’m asking for is for you to always try your hardest with me and I’ll do the same with you,” he pressed his lips gently to the side of your mouth.

“I’m assuming by your robe you were getting ready to film?” He gently tugs on the belt.

“Yeah but I can film tomorrow. Maybe tonight we could take a bath and just spend time together.”

“I would love that.”

You knew that things always wouldn’t be the easiest. But all that mattered was that he loved you, and you loved him with your whole heart. All the pieces feel like they’re all suddenly falling into place.

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Because I Love You by chocosvt (8.1k) || College AU, Secret Relationship to Lovers || You’re friends with junhui - but also, not really. it’s friends and a little bit more than that. it’s difficult keeping your relationship a secret, especially when you’ve never loved someone the way you love him.

Noodles by gamerwoo (6.0k) || Strangers to Lovers || Junhui’s the kind of person parents warn their daughters to stay away from but you’ve never had the inclination to go near him anyway. But it’s not until he comes into the animal shelter looking for a kitten named Noodles that you start to learn more about the mysterious Wen Junhui.

The Sea is Yours to Take by wavesmp3 (36.0k) ☆ || Royalty AU, Strangers to Slight Enemies to Lovers || The Seven Sins and the Seven Gifts of the Spirit are warriors, exceptionally skilled in fighting, and they’re all dead. That is, all except you, The Gift of Fortitude. It’s an uneasy time in the kingdom with eastern Lords and northern bandits threatening a rebellion. You feel that it’s your duty to try and maintain peace within the kingdom. But when the King sends you away for an act of treason, you aren’t sure how much you can do so far away from home. And it certainly doesn’t help that Jun, the southern Lord of the estate you’ve been sent to, seems to hate your guts.  

close as strangers by viastro (7.6k) || Spider-Man: No Way Home AU || In a world where everyone forgot who wen junhui is—you remembered.

Lovers & Friends by milfgyuu (3.2k) ★★★ || Mature, Friends with Benefits to Lovers || Blurred lines gain sudden clarity when you propose a little, experiment, with your lover’s best friend. 

What’s My Age Again? by milfgyuu (8.9k) || Mature, Coworkers to Lovers, Crack Humor || Wen Junhui is sort of a dumbass but he’s your dumbass and you’ve come to realize that you like him just the way he is.

[lazuli-writes]

Wake

summary: Jun is the only one who can handle seeing Vernon in the hospital.

pairing: Wen Junhui & Vernon Chwe

genre: angst / hopeful

estimated word count: 1000 words

a/n: I was initially gonna leave it with a sad ending but then I was like… nah. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission

“Good morning noni! How was your day today?” 

Jun kept the smile on his face despite getting no response. Putting down the bag of lunch for one. It was almost second nature for Jun to simply move past it. It shocked him how he could field staying here with Vernon the most out of the rest of Seventeen.

With some like Seungcheol, too emotionally unstable to the point of rage or worse, culpable breakdowns. Or on the other end of the spectrum like Chan, who could do nothing but stare, emotionally constipated—or in the case of Seungkwan and Mingyu, emotionless—A silent chasm always sitting between both youngest members of their group. 

“The menu today is Twix. And yes I know it’s only eight in the morning, but that seems to be the only thing this hospital has to offer that didn’t look too overbearing. Did you want one noni?”

Silence once again.

“Of course I made sure to get you two. You didn’t get the nickname Twix for no reason.”

Jun sighed, the semi-artificial smile on his lips and burdened eyes linger away from his brother into the small bag of goodies he bought for the day. Seven Twix bars, some ramen packs for lunch and some choco pies and pepero for dinner. The typical meal plan Jun had grown accustomed to during every visit to see Vernon. 

“Seokmin and Mingyu got into another argument. It was so hilarious. Guess what it was about?”

Jun sat down, opening a Twix bar, munching away after he put the two he got for Vernon with every visit in the once-used flower vase. A vase that was now almost completely full with Twix bars. The elder sighed as he eyed the vase, annoyed at how fast he felt the vase filled up.

“They got mad because someone dropped Seokmin’s toothbrush on the floor and didn’t pick it up. He unloaded on the last person who used the bathroom, which just so happened to be Mingyu.”

Jun paused for a response that never came, only continuing after swallowing the bite of his Twix that he took.

“Well, Mingyu was not having it. He went off. Mind you, this happened the other day, early in the morning, so their fight woke up the others. Cheollie-hyung was not happy. That whole morning was a shit-show to be honest. You’re lucky to have been able to escape. Hyung and Jihoon-ah was ruthless at practice that morning.”

Jun finished his Twix, quickly disposing of his trash before pulling out his phone.

“I know you can’t see what I’m about to show you, but I’m sure you can just hear in his voice how pissed Jihoon-ah was at that practice. And to have Cheol-hyung back him up on everything… was kinda afraid the others were about to mutiny.”

Jun played the video of that day in dance practice he had on his phone, laughing every now again at his favorite parts. And once it reached the point where even Soonyoung was getting snarky, Jihoon was quick with a sassy shutdown before starting the music again. Jun could only laugh, cause while everyone else in the group found the memory annoying, Jun loved how almost normal this seemed.

“Sometimes I wonder how so much sass could be contained in such a tiny body. Ain’t I right Twix?”

No response once again. Jun smiled, nodding his head in agreement. “You right noni, must be an age thing. Us hyungs must be getting better with our sass as we age, aren’t we?”

Silence. 

Jun sighed. Routine followed through as he pushed his hair back, leaning back in his chair to take a couple more deep breaths before returning his attention to the boy laying before him. 

“You know, hyung loves visiting you noni. But I really miss you”

Jun's smile cracked a bit, as he leaned against the bed where the maknae laid. His eyes began to water as the elder recited the same little monologue he did every visit.

“I miss seeing your eyes shine. I miss hearing your voice cheer and laugh…”

Jun tried each time he gave this speech, to hold back his tears. To stop the stone in his throat from strangling him from within. To halt the rush of sadness that sucked to swallow him whole everyday that passed with no news.

“I-“

Jun cleared the tears away from his eyes before taking one of Vernon’s slightly chilled hands. Positioning it so that Jun held it up in holding his own cheek. Jun leaned into the younger’s hand as it artificially caressed him. Trying in any way possible to transfer the strength and love he had for the younger to the maknae who laid there. Silent. And asleep.

“Please noni. I know I ask so much of you right now. And you might even have your reasons to not want to do this”

Jun wiped the last of his tears away as he re-solidified the steel in his mind, still gently keeping Vernon’s hand on his cheek. 

“But I need you to wake up. We need our noni back so badly. I miss you, we all miss you so much sollie. Please wake up.”

And for what felt like the hundredth time, Jun only received silence from his comatose brother. 

Jun refused the tears that threatened to spill once again, instead closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Vernon’s fingers. And for the slightest second, Jun dwelled in despair at another day enduring this torture alongside his brother. 

But those thoughts and designs of pain and anguish vanished when Jun felt a sudden pressure against his face. 

Eyes shooting open as Vernon’s finger shook and gripped ever so slightly on their own. Jun held his breath as he sat there, unable to move or speak as the feeling of movement by Vernon took hold of his consciousness. 

And with it, optimism flooded Jun’s heart and soul, with a crashing of waves so powerful, Jun released them in the form of new tears. Brighter and happier tears came rolling down the elder’s face in a never ending stream of hope.

[thedensworld]

When Love Kills | W. J

Pairing: Wen Junhui x reader

Genre: mafia au!, exes au!

Type: angst, fluff, action, smut (mdni!)

Word count: 12k

Summary: Love is a double-edged sword—one for a kiss and one for a kill. Jun was meant to do one thing: uphold his family’s ruthless legacy. But everything changed when he met the woman he loves.

Jun arrived in South Korea after six years, returning to a place that felt strangely like home. The city had changed—skyscrapers seemed taller, neon lights brighter, and the streets more crowded, all moving at a relentless, breakneck pace. Yet the air held a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of the time he first set foot here a decade ago, learning the language, understanding the world of business, and tasting a freedom he rarely experienced back home.

The driver navigated the bustling roads, eventually pulling up at a high-end hotel where Jun would stay until his work was done. A simple task, at least in theory—secure the prime minister’s daughter.

Ji Jaekyung, the prime minister, had quietly forged an alliance with a rival syndicate in South China. Betrayal was something Jun’s father could never tolerate, and he had ordered his son to ‘take care of it.’ But Ji Jaekyung was a cautious man, his daughter a carefully guarded secret. No photographs, no public appearances—she was a ghost even in this hyperconnected country. Yet Jun had his ways.

A single bank account—the one receiving regular transfers from Jaekyung—had led Jun to her. A small apartment in a quiet neighborhood, nothing extravagant, almost too ordinary. Tonight, he stood across the street, watching through the café window. She was there, laughing, her short hair framing her face, eyes crinkling with joy as she spoke with someone—a boyfriend, perhaps? That would make things more interesting.

Jun’s gaze lingered, a strange pang tugging at his chest. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected to feel anything at all. But there was something familiar about the sight of this city, a memory buried beneath years of distance.

Back in his hotel room, the city lights spilled through the tall glass windows, casting a cool glow. He should be focused, preparing his men for tomorrow's briefing, but his mind refused to stay on task. His thoughts wandered, retracing old memories of this city—the late-night walks, the crowded markets, the warm, humid summers.

And most of all, the girl he met one summer night. You.

He hadn’t thought of you in years, and yet now, in this familiar city, the memory of you felt too close, too vivid. The taste of yout laughter, the warmth of your touch—it all rushed back with a force he hadn’t anticipated.

But that was then. This was now.

Tomorrow, he would have to forget sentiment. His father had given him an order, and sentiment had no place in this world.

Jun woke up in the morning with a dull ache of desire, a boner—one night in Seoul, and already his dreams were haunted by memories of you. He sighed, glancing down at the unmistakable evidence of his thoughts. His hand reached for his phone, fingers dialing quickly.

"I’ll be late for the meeting," he informed his men, voice steady despite the heat pooling in his chest. "Something urgent to take care of. Very healthy, I assure you."

He leaned back against the pillows, letting his mind wander. "Y/n…" he whispered, the name a ghost on his lips. Memories rushed in uninvited—one summer night in college, the first time he saw you.

It was the beginning of summer break. Jun and his friends had decided to blow off steam at an arcade. The place was alive with flashing lights and laughter, but nothing captured his attention like the girl on the dance game platform. Long hair swaying, laughter bright and infectious, you danced with a carefree joy that seemed to pull all eyes toward you.

"This is Y/n," one of his friends had introduced, nudging him. "She’s an art student."

Art student—that explained the wild creativity in your movements, the way you painted the air with every step. But what lingered most was your scent, a subtle sweetness that seemed to linger even when you weren’t near, an intoxicating memory.

One date became two, then three, and soon, he found you in his bed, bare and vulnerable, the world beyond those sheets forgotten. For the first time, Jun felt himself attach to someone—truly, dangerously. And it was you.

You held him with a warmth and softness no one else could replace—a touch that seemed to whisper comfort, a presence that wrapped around him even in the coldest of nights. If he ever met you again, he would make sure you knew that nobody else had ever taken your place. But there was one problem—he didn’t know if he would ever meet you again.

"Y/n, where are you?"

*

Jun waited in the shadowed corner of an old, abandoned building, its peeling walls and broken windows a testament to forgotten days. His fingers drummed lightly against the worn leather of the chair’s armrest, impatience simmering beneath his calm exterior. His people were on their way, and they had clear instructions.

"Bring her alive. Don’t you dare touch her," Jun had ordered, voice cold and precise. At least not before he arrived. Killing her immediately would be such a waste. There was so much potential—so many ways she could be useful. And if there was one thing his father valued, it was Jun’s efficiency. He never wasted anything. He never left a trace.

The creak of the rusty door pulled him from his thoughts. Jun stood as three men entered, one carrying a figure slung over his shoulder like a sack of rice—unconscious, her limbs hanging limply.

"Money first, then we’ll hand her over," one of the men demanded, his voice gruff.

Jun’s gaze slid to his right, where Minghao stood with a quiet, composed demeanor. A silent nod from Minghao, and Jun gestured for the money to be handed over. One of the men seized the briefcase, snapping it open and greedily flipping through the crisp bills.

They set the girl down on a dusty chair, her head lolling forward, long dark hair cascading over her face. But as Jun stepped forward, a chill ran down his spine. Something was wrong.

"Are you sure this is the right girl?" Jun’s voice was sharp, a sliver of suspicion threading through his usual calm.

"She's the only one there," one of the men replied, barely looking up. "Exactly where you told us."

Jun’s jaw tightened. The girl he had seen last night had shoulder-length hair. This one… He reached out, brushing a few strands aside—and his world seemed to freeze.

Familiar features stared back at him, pale and unconscious but unmistakable.

"Y/n…" he whispered, the name escaping him like a secret he had tried to bury.

Ji Y/n. His ex-girlfriend. The woman who had vanished from his life six years ago.

"What’s wrong, boss?" Minghao’s voice cut through the tension, but Jun barely heard it.

His chest tightened, a storm of emotions crashing against his resolve—shock, confusion, and something he didn’t dare name.

He forced a steady breath, eyes never leaving your face. "We’re going to stay here longer than expected," he murmured, his voice betraying none of the chaos inside.

*

The drive back to his hotel was tense and silent, the hum of the city outside muted by the weight of his thoughts. In the back seat, you lay slumped against the leather, still unconscious, your chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm—a reminder that this was real. That you were real.

Once inside his suite, Jun dismissed his men, locking the door behind him. He stood there for a moment, staring at your figure on the king-sized bed, trying to process the chaos in his mind.

Six years. Six years of unanswered questions, of searching without knowing he was searching. And now, you were here. But why? How?

Stepping closer, he leaned over you, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The softness of your skin was the same, the gentle curve of your lips unchanged. Memories threatened to overwhelm him—the laughter you shared, the nights tangled in each other’s warmth, and the sudden, aching emptiness when you disappeared.

His jaw clenched. He needed answers, but he wouldn’t get any while you were unconscious.

He turned away, forcing himself to think logically. First, he needed to make sure you were unharmed. Jun grabbed a damp towel, gently wiping away the faint traces of dirt on your cheek. Your breathing remained steady, your pulse calm beneath his fingertips.

But who were you now? What had brought you to this dangerous world? Are you the daughter of Ji Jaekyung?

Jun leaned back against the wall, his gaze never leaving you. For now, he would wait. Because the moment you opened your eyes, he would demand every answer you owed him.

Morning light filtered through the hotel’s thick curtains when you finally stirred, your head pounding, ears ringing. A dull ache spread through your body as consciousness returned in fragments. Flashes of memory hit you—the door of your apartment bursting open, three towering men storming in. You thought it was Jena, your friend, coming by. But then rough hands grabbed you, muffled your screams, and darkness swallowed you.

A familiar voice pulled you from the fog of confusion.

"Awake already?"

You blinked, eyes adjusting to the bright room. Clean sheets, a spacious layout—luxury everywhere. Panic tightened in your chest until your gaze landed on the figure leaning casually against the wall.

"Moon Junhui…" you whispered, disbelief lacing your voice.

A faint smile played on his lips. "So you do remember me."

You pushed yourself up on the bed, the silk sheets slipping from your shoulders. "Where am I? What is this—"

"A hotel room. My hotel room." He stepped closer, leaning against the desk, arms crossed over his chest, an unsettling calm in his eyes. "Relax. You’re not going anywhere… yet."

Silence thickened between you, tension simmering beneath the surface.

"What is Ji Jaekyung to you?" Jun’s question cut through the air.

You frowned, your heart pounding faster. "What’s wrong with him?"

"So, he’s not your father?"

You hesitated, then nodded slowly. "He… he is my father."

Jun’s gaze sharpened, a dangerous curiosity in his eyes. "You don’t sound so sure. Your father passed away when you were sixteen, Y/n. So tell me… which one is a lie?"

Your breath hitched, the truth clawing at your throat. Six years of running, hiding, trying to forget. And now you were trapped—trapped in a room with the one person you never thought you’d see again. The one you once loved… and you tried to hate.

He moved toward you, and you instinctively scooted back, your back pressing against the headboard. But before you could retreat further, his hand caught your wrist—not harshly, but firmly.

"Relax," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your arm, where a faint blueish mark had begun to form.

Jun’s eyes darkened. "Why would you defend yourself against men twice your size?" His thumb traced the bruise lightly, his touch almost gentle despite the situation.

You didn’t answer, your throat tight, a mix of fear and stubborn pride keeping you silent.

Jun sighed, pulling out his phone and calling for room service, his tone cold and commanding. "Bring a first aid kit. Now."

But as he ended the call, his gaze lingered on you—intense, unreadable. Memories you tried to forget flooded back—his touch, his voice, the warmth you once craved. And you hated how, even after six years, he still held something in your chest—an ache you couldn’t ignore.

*

"Now, you’re going to tell me—who is Ji Jaekyung’s real daughter?" Jun’s voice cut through the quiet of the room, sharp but calm as he watched you finish your breakfast.

He had tended to your bruises himself, his touch surprisingly gentle, ordering room service to bring you a warm meal. He hadn’t said much, letting you eat in silence while he took a shower. But now, standing before you in his neatly tailored suit, his patience was gone.

"I’m his daughter," you replied, your voice steady.

Jun chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "I dated you, Y/n. I knew your family. Ordinary people. They weren’t part of any political circle, let alone connected to Ji Jaekyung."

You met his gaze, unwavering. "I told you, I’m Ji Jaekyung’s daughter. If you have anything to do with him, then do it to me."

Jun’s expression didn’t change, but there was a brief flicker in his eyes—something like frustration or disbelief. He said nothing more, simply adjusted his suit jacket and stepped away. Moments later, you heard the door click shut behind him.

Silence settled around you. He was gone, leaving you alone in the spacious, luxurious room. A chance. Maybe your only chance.

Just as you stood, a voice cut through your thoughts.

"I’m Minghao, Mr. Wen’s right-hand man."

You froze, turning to see a young man leaning casually by the door. He had a calm, almost disinterested expression, but his gaze was sharp.

You sighed, leaning back against the plush chair. "You mean Moon Junhui?" you corrected, using Jun’s Korean name.

Minghao’s lips twitched slightly, a hint of a smile. "Yes. He went out for a business meeting and left you with me. You’re not allowed to leave without my supervision."

Your hands clenched in your lap, a mix of frustration and resignation washing over you. That man—he hadn’t changed at all. Still controlling, still calculating.

And yet, even now, your chest tightened with a confusing ache—anger, fear, and something else you refused to name.

Jun returned to the hotel room as the evening sun cast a warm, fading light through the curtains. His suit jacket was the first to go, discarded over a chair, his gaze immediately falling on you, curled up on the bed, still asleep.

"Did she say anything about Jaekyung?" Jun asked, loosening his tie.

Minghao, who stood by the window, shook his head. "No, sir. She insists she’s his daughter."

Jun’s lips curled into a faint smile. "I believe even his real daughter would rather disown him," he muttered, waving Minghao off. "You can leave for tonight. I’ll be going alone."

Minghao nodded, slipping out quietly.

Jun walked over to the bed, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at you. A moment of quiet hesitation. Then he leaned down, gently touching your shoulder. "Wake up. I’ll drive you back to your apartment."

You stirred awake, blinking against the dim light. His words barely registered, but you nodded, getting up slowly. In the car, the silence stretched between you two, thick and tense. Jun’s eyes remained fixed on the road, his expression unreadable.

At your apartment, you fumbled for your keys, and Jun followed you inside without asking, his eyes scanning your modest living space.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend?" Jun asked, picking up a framed photo of you with a younger man, both of you smiling brightly.

"So you like them younger now?" he teased, a hint of something bitter in his voice.

"Not your business, Jun," you muttered, already searching for your phone, checking if you missed any important messages.

A sudden knock at the door cut through the tension. "Y/n, are you ready? We need to be there before the Prime Minister," a man’s voice called out.

Panic surged through you. You spun around, grabbed Jun by the wrist, and dragged him into the kitchen. "Stay here. Don’t make a sound."

You rushed back, smoothing your clothes, and unlocked the door with a bright, apologetic smile. "Sorry, I fell asleep. I’ll be ready in 15 minutes."

"Got it. Don’t take too long," the man replied, his footsteps fading down the hall.

You turned to find Jun leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You need to go, Jun."

"Going somewhere with the Prime Minister, are we?" he drawled, his tone laced with amusement. "So tell me, are you his daughter or his mistress, Ji Y/n?"

Your patience snapped. You tried to step past him, but his hand shot out, catching your wrist. His touch was firm but not painful, his eyes searching yours. The heat of his presence was too familiar, too close.

"Let go," you hissed.

"Make me," he challenged, his voice low.

In a swift motion, you stomped on his foot, and he grunted, instinctively letting you go. You didn’t spare him another glance, marching off to your bedroom to get ready.

Behind you, Jun leaned against the wall, rubbing his foot with a mix of pain and reluctant admiration. "Still got some fight in you, huh?" he muttered under his breath, a faint smile pulling at his lips.

*

Jun watched you all night, his car parked discreetly across the street. He saw everything—from the moment you stepped out of the sleek black car, escorted into a high-end restaurant, to the late hours when an older man led you into a lavish hotel lobby.

His jaw tightened, fingers gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. His chest twisted with a mix of rage and disgust. He had pieced it together, or at least he thought he had. Ji Jaekyung was using you, presenting you as his daughter to entertain his clients—perhaps even worse. The thought sickened him.

By the time dawn brushed the city with pale light, Jun was already waiting in your apartment, a storm of emotions swirling beneath his calm exterior. The door creaked open, and you stepped in, your makeup smudged, hair disheveled, exhaustion written all over your face.

"Tell me," Jun's voice cut through the quiet, cold and sharp. "What is that bastard making you do?"

You froze, surprise flashing across your features before you frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Ji Jaekyung," he spat the name like a curse. "What is he making you do? Is he forcing you to entertain his clients? To sleep with them too?"

Your expression twisted with shock, then fury. "Fuck you, Jun. It’s none of your business!"

"None of my—" He stepped forward, his towering presence making the small space feel even tighter. "It becomes my business when I see you being treated like—"

"Like what?" you snapped, your voice rising, tears stinging your eyes. "Like a tool? A pawn? How the hell did you even here?"

"Don’t twist this, Y/n! I’m trying to help you, but you’re too stubborn, too damn prideful to admit you need it!" His voice escalated, fingers twitching with the urge to shake you awake.

"By accusing me of being a whore? By making me feel even smaller than I already do?" You tried to push past him, but he blocked your way, his glare unwavering.

"I’m not letting you walk away from this. Tell me the truth!" he demanded, his voice like a thunderclap.

"Get out of my way, Jun!" You shoved him, but he didn’t budge. His anger, his judgmental gaze—everything overwhelmed you.

"I won’t! Not until you—"

The sharp crack of your palm against his cheek silenced him. The room fell still, the sound of the slap echoing. Your chest heaved, tears spilling freely now.

"I’m tired, Jun. I’m so damn tired," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I don’t need your judgment. I don’t need your pity. And I don’t need you."

After leaving South Korea six years ago, Jun had learned how to mask himself. He buried the version of himself that only Seoul had known—the carefree, warm-hearted boy who once believed in love. In his father’s world, there was no room for softness. He trained relentlessly, sculpting himself into a weapon, a businessman, a strategist. He drowned himself in work, in power, in everything that would keep his mind too busy to think about you.

But tonight, as he watched you being paraded like a mistress—escorted by a man old enough to be your father, vanishing into the shadowed halls of a luxury hotel—every wall he built crumbled. All the effort to forget you was worthless. Because seeing you like that didn’t just hurt—it enraged him. You were his lover, and you were never meant to be anything else.

The phone in his hand felt like a lifeline, his father’s voice crackling on the other end. "It’s taking longer than expected to find his daughter," Jun reported, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"I’ve managed a few business matters here well," his father replied, almost dismissive. "Honestly, it would be easier to end him than to keep searching for his daughter. The man’s a coward—paying someone to pretend to be his child."

"I know. Ji Jaekyung is a damn snake," Jun muttered, jaw clenched. But now, a new resolve burned in his chest. He wasn’t just going to finish his father’s mission—he was going to save you, even if you didn’t want to be saved.

"Listen to me, Y/n," Jun's voice was sharp, cutting through the suffocating silence. He turned to face you, his expression a fierce mix of anger and desperation, while you stood there with tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Jaekyung has a lot of debt with my family in China. He promised his daughter as collateral for the deal, and he broke that promise. If you keep pretending to be his daughter, you’re walking straight into danger. Real, unforgiving danger."

His words struck like a whip, each one leaving a mark, but before you could even process them, Jun stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a thunderous bang. The sound echoed in your chest, leaving you alone in a silence that felt louder than anything else.

*

Your mother was murdered the night you left Jun.

The call came from the police, their voices cautious and clinical. They informed you that your mother had been found dead in her apartment. They tried reaching your brother, Seungkwan, but you knew they wouldn’t succeed—it was nearing the KSAT, and Seungkwan usually buried himself in his studies outside.

The first piece of evidence they found was a security camera recording of a stranger leaving your mother’s place in the dead of night. A dragon tattoo was visible on his arm—a dragon you recognized. The same ink Jun bore on his back.

"It's from a Chinese crime syndicate," the officer explained, his voice tinged with grim seriousness. "We suspect your mother may have been involved with them."

But you knew better. Your mother was no involved to the syndicate. And you couldn’t let Seungkwan know. He had worked so hard, pushing himself to become a police officer so he could catch the person who killed your father. Another tragedy would shatter him.

It all spiraled into a tangled mess. Your parents had once worked for Ji Jaekyung, and both were killed by people with that dragon tattoo. Now Jun, with the same tattoo, had shown up—searching for Jaekyung’s daughter.

One night, a man in a sleek suit appeared at your door 6 years ago. His expression was as sharp as his attire.

"Ji Jaekyung wants to meet you."

Seungkwan was asleep, exhausted from his studies, so you left quietly.

The proposal was straightforward: become Ji Jaekyung’s daughter. Smile, play the role, and he would pay you enough to support Seungkwan’s dream of entering the police academy. No further explanations, just one threat:

"Or else, we’ll have to do something about your brother."

That was the leash around your neck.

From that moment, you were a hostage in a game far beyond your control. You learned about Long Wei, the syndicate Jaekyung was tangled with—the same syndicate responsible for your parents' deaths. You thought you could uncover the truth by diving into this chaos, but instead, you were trapped deeper.

You hated all of it—the politics, the business, the way innocence was trampled for power. But you had no voice, no power. Just a thin, fragile line of survival with a bullet always aimed at your head.

"I brought chicken!" Seungkwan's delighted voice filled your apartment, a burst of warmth you didn’t realize you needed. You looked up from your laptop, seeing him still in his uniform, clearly fresh from his shift.

"You didn’t even change," you noted, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

"Figured I had some clothes here anyway," he quipped, already darting into your room. "Don’t start without me!"

Moments later, he emerged in a faded pajama set he had once left behind, immediately joining you at the small dining table where you’d set out the chicken and a few cold beers.

"My shift was a nightmare," Seungkwan grumbled around a mouthful of chicken. "Two separate thefts in one shift! Why do criminals love my schedule? Seriously, is it me?" He gestured dramatically, his expression an exaggerated mix of exhaustion and outrage.

You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension you’d been carrying. "Maybe they just love giving you a challenge."

"Chicken is the best stress relief," he declared, tossing another piece into his mouth.

But your laughter faded when your phone buzzed, and you saw the caller ID—Ji Jaekyung’s assistant. A sense of dread settled in your stomach. The man wanted you at a meeting with clients tomorrow. Seungkwan’s eyes darkened as he recognized the name.

"I’m annoyed," he muttered, throwing his fork into the chicken box, his mood dampened.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, your hand reaching for his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We have to get through this."

Seungkwan’s jaw tightened. "If only our parents hadn’t worked for that bastard, we wouldn’t be stuck in this mess—especially you."

A thick silence settled between you, rage and sadness lingering like an uninvited guest at your table.

"I promise, I swear," Seungkwan’s voice trembled, his grip on your hand tightening. "I’ll catch everyone who made our lives this hard. I won’t let them win."

*

"You have a beautiful daughter, Mr. Ji."

The familiar man across from you smiled, his words smooth but laced with something darker. So, this was how people like him played their games—one meeting with Ji Jaekyung, a pleasant exchange of words, deals sealed over expensive wine. And in the end, it was always the innocent who paid the price.

Just like your parents.

Would you be next?

Jun tilted his head, watching you squirm in your seat, your gaze fixed on the ornate carpet beneath you. Beside you, Ji Jaekyung wore a pleasant smile, sipping his wine with the ease of a man who controlled the room.

"Your visit was rather surprising, Jun. I was expecting one of your uncles, actually. I can't believe they sent the serpent himself," Ji Jaekyung mused, swirling his glass.

Jun chuckled, his voice light, but his eyes sharp. "I apologize if my visit seems a bit impolite. I was just playing around in the city—feeling nostalgic."

Jaekyung nodded, a smile never leaving his face. "Ah, nostalgia. I heard you graduated here. My daughter is an alumna of the same university."

Jun’s gaze shifted to you. "Is that so?" he murmured, leaning back with an air of casual interest. "You're very secretive about her for someone so beautiful."

Ji Jaekyung’s hand moved to your hair, brushing a strand behind your ear with a touch that felt cold rather than comforting. "She is beautiful. I simply want to protect her. You know how it is—enemies can be unpredictable."

"That's very fatherly of you," Jun said, his smile unwavering. "Do you consider me an enemy?"

Ji Jaekyung laughed, the sound loud and full, yet hollow. "Of course not. You're practically family. I know your grandfather, your father, your uncles... No, you could never be an enemy."

Jun’s smile widened, though his eyes never softened. "Since we’re practically family, may I take your daughter with me tonight? I find myself feeling a bit lonely here in Seoul."

Your eyes widened, a jolt of shock running through you. He had trapped you with a simple question—one that Ji Jaekyung couldn’t refuse without appearing rude, and one you couldn’t reject without risking angering either man.

"Of course, of course," Jaekyung agreed with a chuckle. "I’m sure my Y/n doesn’t mind. You don’t mind, right?" His gaze shifted to you, a smile masking a warning.

The weight of your fate pressed against you like a stone. You were nothing more than a pawn in their game, your life a currency exchanged with a polite smile. And maybe that was all you were meant to be—something to be used, polished, and displayed, but never truly free.

*

Jun drove in silence, the city lights spilling over the windshield, their glow a pale wash against the dark leather interior. The gentle hum of the engine filled the void between you, but it did nothing to calm the storm in your chest. Every breath felt sharp, every heartbeat a painful reminder of how your world kept spiraling out of control.

Your gaze remained fixed outside, the blurred neon signs and bustling sidewalks passing like ghosts. But your mind wasn’t in the present. It was wandering, lost in the echoes of a time you had tried so hard to forget.

Six years ago, you were different—bright-eyed and hopeful, your world centered around love and simple dreams. Jun was a part of that world, his laughter a melody you cherished, his touch a promise of comfort. But then everything shattered. Your mother was murdered. Your father’s name was stained with secrets and blood. Seungkwan was left clinging to his dreams of justice while you were forced to live as someone you weren’t.

Was it all a lie? Was Jun just another player in this twisted game? Even then, when he held your hand, whispered sweet promises—was he already playing a role? Was everything a calculated move, leaving you to fend for yourself in this nightmare?

The ache in your chest grew unbearable. You wanted to scream, to demand answers. But part of you was terrified—terrified of hearing the truth, of confirming that the one person you once loved was just another betrayal.

The car eventually slowed, pulling into the familiar driveway of the grand hotel where Jun was staying. He stopped in front of the entrance, but neither of you moved. He let out a quiet sigh, fingers tapping against the steering wheel in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

You didn’t respond. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, knuckles white. You had nothing to say to him. Nothing that wouldn’t break you further.

After a long moment, Jun stepped out, moving around to open your door. Ever the gentleman, even when his actions felt like cruel mockery. You stepped out, your legs feeling like lead, and followed him into the grand, silent lobby. The warm, golden light of the chandeliers felt oppressive, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness pooling in your chest.

The elevator doors closed around you, trapping you in the suffocating silence. You stood beside him, his reflection in the mirrored walls a ghost haunting your thoughts.

When the elevator chimed, you stepped out without waiting for him. But he followed, his footsteps quiet but ever-present. He opened the door to his suite, and you walked in, each step feeling heavier than the last. The familiar scent of expensive cologne and polished wood washed over you.

Your hands moved mechanically, a reflex born from nights of forced smiles and silenced pride. Your fingers reached for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down, the fabric slipping off your shoulders. Cold air touched your skin, but you didn’t feel it. You were numb, lost in the hollow routine you had perfected—a doll performing its part, a daughter sold for survival.

But just as you began to let the dress fall, a strong, calloused hand caught your wrist.

“Stop.” Jun’s voice was sharp, cutting through the suffocating silence. His grip tightened, his touch burning against your skin.

You looked up, your hollow eyes meeting his. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was clenched, a faint tremor in his grip. Anger radiated from him, his dark eyes stormy, but beneath the fury, something else lingered—hurt, desperation.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice low but shaking with barely contained rage.

“What do you think?” Your voice was empty, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “This is what I’m supposed to do, right? Isn’t this what you wanted? What he wanted?”

“I never—” His voice broke for a second, but he quickly composed himself. “Don’t ever say that. Don’t you dare think I’m like them.”

“Then why did you take me?” Your voice rose, trembling, your chest heaving with a rush of anger you didn’t even know you had left. “Why, Jun? Is this your revenge? Is this how you prove your power over me?”

“Revenge?” He scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “You think this is revenge? Watching you—watching you reduce yourself to this?” He released your wrist, but the heat of his touch lingered, burning against your cold skin. “This isn’t you, Y/n. This was never you.”

“Then who am I, Jun?” you shot back, your voice cracking. “A liar? A puppet? A pawn in your sick game?”

“No.” He took a step closer, his anger palpable, but there was something else—pain, raw and unhidden. “You’re the woman I—” He stopped himself, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Damn it, Y/n. You’re not some doll for them to play with. Not for him. Not for me.”

“Then what am I?” Your tears broke free, hot against your cheeks, your voice desperate. “Because this is all I know now, Jun. This is all I’ve become.”

A thick silence fell between you, your breaths heavy, your tears blurring your vision. His fists were clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if fighting to keep his own emotions in check.

You stood there, trembling, your arms wrapped around yourself like a fragile shield. Jun’s presence was overwhelming—tall, intense, his dark eyes fixed on you with a mixture of shock and anger. But you couldn’t stop. The dam had broken, and the words poured out like a torrent you couldn’t control.

“My father… he was killed. By people with those dragon tattoosn. And I thought it was just a coincidence, I thought… I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t.” Your voice wavered, your breathing coming in short, frantic gasps. “I met you, and for once, I thought I could be happy. But then… my mother—my mother was murdered too. They said it was the same people. The same syndicate. Your people.”

Jun’s eyes widened, his brows knitting together. He tried to reach out, but you stepped back, your voice rising.

“Don’t touch me!” you cried, the tears streaming down your face. “Don’t you dare touch me, Jun. I was a fool. I thought I could protect Seungkwan, that I could find a way out. But I ended up becoming Ji Jaekyung’s puppet. I became his fake daughter, a plaything for his clients, all because I had no choice. And now you—” Your voice broke, a sob escaping your lips. “Were you part of it, Jun? Were you always part of it? Did you know everything?”

“Y/n, stop—” he began, but you cut him off.

“Stop what? Lying to myself? Pretending that you’re different from them?” You laughed bitterly, your knees giving out as you sank onto the cold floor. “I don’t know who you are anymore. I don’t even know who I am. I’m just a pawn in their game—a doll they pass around. And you… you might be just another player.”

Jun moved towards you, but you curled into yourself, hiding your face in your shaking hands.

“Did you use me, Jun? Did you ever care? Or was this all a game to you? A way to keep me under control? To keep me as a bargaining chip?” Your voice was hoarse, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Because that’s what I’ve become—someone they use, someone you might have used too.”

“Y/n, no,” Jun’s voice was rough, desperate. He knelt before you, reaching out but hesitating, his hands hovering in the air. “I swear, I didn’t know. I didn’t—”

“Then why?” you looked up at him, your tear-filled eyes pleading. “Why are you here? Why are you pretending to protect me?”

“I’m not pretending.” He leaned forward, his own voice breaking. “I never used you. I never lied to you. I… I didn’t know about your parents. About your mother. I swear, Y/n.”

Your vision blurred, your breathing ragged. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe those desperate, pained eyes looking back at you. But the darkness around you was suffocating, and trust was a luxury you no longer had.

“Then what are you, Jun?” you whispered. “A savior? Or just another monster wearing a kind face?”

His hands finally found yours, his touch warm, but you couldn’t feel it. You were drowning, trapped in a whirlpool of doubt, fear, and grief.

“I’m someone who won’t lose you again,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Not to them. Not to anyone.”

Jun’s arms held you tighter, his embrace warm but desperate, like a man trying to keep you from slipping away. His hand cradled the back of your head, his lips pressing against your hair as he whispered, “Y/n, listen to me. I swear to you, I didn’t know. I didn’t know they would hurt your family. I didn’t know you were trapped like this.”

His voice trembled, yet there was a firm resolve beneath the fear. “I swear, I’m not a part of Jaekyung’s schemes. I came here to deal with him, to bring him down for everything he’s done—not just to you, but to everyone he’s destroyed.”

You leaned back slightly, your tear-streaked eyes meeting his, searching desperately for any hint of deception. Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Are you telling me the truth? You’re not lying to me again?”

“I’m not lying. Not now, not ever again.” Jun’s gaze never wavered, his thumb gently brushing away your tears.

Your fingers tightened on his shirt, fear and desperation clawing at your chest. “Then save me, Jun. Please. I can’t do this anymore."

Jun’s thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears, his touch so gentle that it sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them—regret, longing, and something deeper, something that had never truly left even after all these years.

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t a hesitant kiss, nor a cautious one—it was a kiss of desperation and yearning, of a man who had lost you once and was terrified of losing you again. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that sent warmth flooding through your chest, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as though he needed you to breathe.

You melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as though he was the only solid thing in your crumbling world. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you against him, and you felt the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

Jun’s kiss softened, the fierce urgency giving way to something deeper, something that spoke of all the years of regret, the nights spent wondering if he should have come back sooner. His lips trailed over yours, slow and tender, as though memorizing the shape of your mouth, whispering promises with every touch.

Your hands slipped up to his shoulders, and you felt his muscles tense beneath your touch. But he didn’t pull away; if anything, he pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair, his forehead resting against yours as his lips moved softly, lovingly against yours.

“I missed you,” he breathed against your lips, the words a quiet confession. “I never stopped thinking about you, never stopped loving you.”

A soft, broken sound escaped your throat, and your fingers tightened on his shirt. “Don’t leave me, Jun. Please… promise me, don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” he whispered, and you could hear the promise in his voice, the desperate need to be the man you could trust again. “I swear, I won’t.”

His lips found yours again, slower this time, savoring each second, each gentle press, his hands cradling you with a care that made your heart ache. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, a silent vow that you weren’t alone anymore, that he would stand with you, fight for you.

And for the first time in years, in his arms, you felt safe.

*

Jun's sleek, black car sliced through the bustling city streets, the quiet hum of the engine a sharp contrast to the tension hanging in the air. Minghao sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed ahead, but his voice clear and steady.

“Her parents worked for Ji Jaekyung for a long time,�� Minghao began, fingers drumming lightly on his knee. “Her father, Ji Ho-seok, was a lawyer—he worked for us. Her mother was a housewife, quiet but smart.”

Jun leaned back against his seat, his jaw clenched as Minghao laid out the twisted history. The dim overhead light cast sharp shadows over his face, making the anger in his eyes even more pronounced.

“So, Ji Ho-seok wasn’t just a victim of his own honesty,” Jun muttered, his voice low and edged with rage. “He was framed. Jaekyung made him a scapegoat, painting him as a traitor to Longwei so they would take him out.”

Minghao nodded, his expression grave. “That’s right. Jaekyung manipulated the narrative. Ho-seok’s death wasn’t just an accident. It was a calculated move. He convinced Longwei that Ho-seok was a threat, a liability who might expose their business dealings in Seoul.”

“And then he didn’t stop there,” Jun continued, his fists tightening. “Six years ago, he found out about Y/n. He used her—forced her into this fake daughter role to exploit his connections. And when her mother tried to protect her…”

“Jaekyung had her killed. Made it look like another syndicate move, but it was all part of his plan,” Minghao finished. “He knows that Y/n’s survival means his control over her. The moment she tries to escape, he can turn everything against her.”

Jun’s chest heaved with barely contained fury. The woman he loved had been caught in this twisted game for years—used, threatened, and forced to play a role that trapped her.

Jun strode into the safe house with Minghao and a group of guards trailing behind him. The cold, metallic hum of the place seemed to amplify the shock on the faces of the Longwei members stationed in Seoul. Their whispers died down immediately, replaced by a tense, suffocating silence. It wasn’t every day that their young boss appeared without warning—especially not with that fierce, unyielding glare in his eyes.

“Everyone, listen up.” Jun’s voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and authoritative. “I want this man found by tonight.”

Minghao stepped forward, holding up a clear, high-resolution image of a man—his features hardened with age, but the distinct dragon tattoo on his forearm was unmistakable. The room seemed to shift, the guards exchanging uneasy glances.

“This man killed Ji Ho-seok fifteen years ago,” Minghao announced, his voice steady but intense. “He was one of us—Longwei. But he betrayed that honor the moment he became a pawn in Ji Jaekyung’s game.”

Jun’s gaze swept over the room, his jaw clenched. “I want him alive. No excuses. No mistakes. If he tries to run, you make sure he regrets it.”

The men nodded, already pulling out their phones, making calls, and exchanging brief, whispered instructions. They knew better than to disappoint Jun—especially when his voice carried a darkness they rarely heard.

Jun stepped quietly into the hotel room, the soft click of the door almost drowned out by the city’s distant hum. His eyes immediately found you—sitting by the window, wrapped in one of the plush white robes, your knees drawn to your chest. Pale morning light filtered through the glass, painting you in a soft, ethereal glow, but your expression was distant, lost somewhere beyond the bustling streets below.

“You’re back.” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but it carried a weight he couldn’t ignore.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you alone.” Jun closed the door gently behind him, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair. His gaze never left you, taking in the way your fingers absentmindedly traced invisible patterns on your knee.

Silence stretched between you two, but it wasn’t the comforting quiet you used to share. It was heavy—thick with questions, with fears, with everything left unsaid.

“I thought about everything… about how this started. How one decision ruined everything,” you murmured, your voice cracking just slightly. “I feel like I’m drowning, Jun… I don't even know if there’s a way out.”

He crossed the room in a few strides, kneeling beside you. His warm hand reached for yours, covering your cold fingers. “There is. I swear there is. And I’ll make sure you’re free from all of this.”

You looked down at him, searching his eyes, desperate for even a flicker of certainty. “You promise?”

“I do.” His voice was steady, his grip firm, grounding you. “I’ve already started. Minghao is tracking the man who killed your father. We’ll get answers. And I won’t let Jaekyung touch you again.”

Your eyes stung, a tear slipping free despite your best effort. “It’s just… I keep thinking you’re going to disappear too. Like I’ll wake up, and you’ll be gone… just like everything else.”

Jun’s hand moved, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. Not now. Not ever.”

His forehead pressed gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I lost you once. I won’t lose you again.”

*

You met Seungkwan at a quiet, tucked-away cafe far from the city center. He was already there when you arrived, his uniform jacket draped over the back of his chair, his face pinched with worry. The moment you sat down, his sharp gaze settled on you.

"You look tired," he noted, his tone softening just slightly. "You haven't been sleeping well, have you?"

You offered a weak smile. "Sleep has become a luxury I can't afford."

Silence hung between you as you stirred your coffee, the warmth seeping into your fingertips. Finally, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself. "Seungkwan, I need to tell you something."

His expression tightened, and he leaned in, immediately alert. "What is it?"

"It's about Jun. He... he’s here. And he promised to help me. To help us escape from Ji Jaekyung," you whispered, watching his reaction closely.

Seungkwan's face darkened, his jaw tightening. "Jun? Your ex, Jun? He's with Longwei. He's part of the syndicate. The same people who ruined our family."

"I know," you admitted, struggling to keep your voice steady. "I know what he is. But he promised me, Seungkwan. He’s not like the rest of them. He’s trying to help."

Seungkwan leaned back, crossing his arms, his disbelief painfully clear. "Help? A man from the same group that killed our parents? That controlled Jaekyung? How can you even believe him?"

"Because he’s different!" Your voice broke, drawing a few glances from nearby tables. You forced yourself to lower your tone, tears burning in your eyes. "Because I have no one else to turn to. Because I’m so tired, Seungkwan. I’m tired of being Jaekyung’s pawn. I’m tired of living in fear, of pretending, of wondering who will be next—us, our parents, everyone we love."

Seungkwan's expression softened, but the tension didn't leave his shoulders. "Sister…"

"He promised me, Seungkwan. He promised to protect me. I know how this sounds, but I trust him. Maybe I’m a fool, maybe I’m desperate, but I need you to believe in me. Just this once. Please, understand."

Seungkwan ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky sigh. "And what if you’re wrong? What if this is just another trap? What if he’s using you like everyone else?"

"I don’t know," you admitted, your voice a bare whisper. "But I’d rather take a chance with Jun than keep living this nightmare. I can’t do it alone anymore."

Silence stretched between you two, only the faint clinking of cups and murmurs of the other patrons filling the air. Finally, Seungkwan leaned forward, his gaze soft but still cautious.

"Then let me help too. Don’t keep me in the dark. If you trust him, fine—but I’ll be watching. And if he betrays you, I won't hesitate."

A small, shaky smile tugged at your lips. "Thank you, Seungkwan."

"I just want you safe. That's all I ever wanted."

You stepped out of the cafe, the cool air brushing against your face, calming the lingering ache in your chest. The black sedan parked by the curb seemed almost out of place in this quiet neighborhood, but the tinted window rolled down as you approached, revealing Jun's familiar, composed face.

"How was the talk with him?" Jun asked, his voice steady but his gaze searching.

You slipped into the passenger seat, closing the door with a sigh. "He’s skeptical, but I told him everything. He’s worried, but… he’s willing to trust you. For now."

Jun's lips curved slightly, a trace of relief in his expression. "That’s a good start."

The car smoothly pulled away from the curb, and for a while, silence filled the space between you. But Jun’s hand found yours, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, a quiet comfort you didn’t realize you needed.

"Let’s take a break today," he suddenly suggested, glancing at you. "There’s a place I want to take you."

You blinked, a hint of surprise in your eyes. "Where?"

"You'll see."

The cityscape gave way to quieter streets, familiar corners, and warm nostalgia began to seep into your chest. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized where you were—your old university district.

The car stopped by a small, colorful alley with photo booth stations lining one side, neon lights flickering in the daylight. Memories rushed back, the laughter, the warmth, the days when everything was simpler.

"We had our first kiss there," Jun pointed to a particular photo booth, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You remember? You were so nervous, kept laughing to avoid looking at me."

Your lips curved, a small laugh escaping. "And you kept teasing me until I got so annoyed that I pulled you down and kissed you first."

"Best surprise of my life." He chuckled, a softness in his gaze that made your heart ache.

Jun led you down the alley, his hand still holding yours, and he insisted you both take a new set of photos. The first shot captured your shy smile, the second was Jun leaning close to kiss your cheek, and by the third, you were both laughing, caught in that familiar, carefree feeling.

As the photo strip printed, Jun pulled you aside to a small cafe next door, the same place you used to visit after classes. He ordered the same iced coffee you loved, and you shared a slice of cake by the window, the warm sunlight painting gentle patterns on the table.

"You know," he murmured, watching you take a bite. "I thought I lost this feeling... That simple happiness of being with you."

Your fingers tightened around the cup. "I thought I lost you."

Jun leaned forward, resting his hand on yours. "You never did. And I won’t let you go this time."

Warmth spread in your chest, the weight of fear and doubts momentarily melting away. This was Jun—the Jun you loved, the one who made you feel alive. And for the first time in so long, you felt like you could breathe.

Jun drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gently holding yours. The city’s noise faded into the distance, replaced by the rhythmic whoosh of waves as the beach came into view. The golden hue of the setting sun stretched across the sky, its reflection dancing on the water’s surface.

He parked near the empty shoreline, and together, you stepped out, letting the cool breeze brush against your face. Without a word, Jun pulled down the back bunk of his car, and you both settled on it, facing the endless sea. His jacket draped over your shoulders, enveloping you in warmth as his arms wrapped securely around you.

Silence fell comfortably between you, the soothing crash of waves filling the space. The sky melted into a fiery orange, then a soft purple, stars slowly emerging one by one. But as the darkness grew, so did the weight in your chest.

Finally, you leaned against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Jun’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, cutting through the quiet embrace of the evening. "Why did you leave me?"

Your breath hitched, eyes fixed on the waves crashing against the shore, a rhythmic reminder of how time never stopped, even when your world crumbled.

"I didn't leave, Jun... I was forced to disappear." Your voice trembled, the bitterness of the truth catching in your throat. "After my mother was killed, Ji Jaekyung came to me. He knew everything—who I was, who my family was, how vulnerable I was. He gave me a choice, or at least pretended to. Play his daughter, entertain his clients, and in return, he'd keep Seungkwan safe. But I knew it was never really a choice."

Jun's hold around you tightened, his jaw clenching against the side of your head. "And you couldn’t tell me? You couldn't come to me?"

A faint, sad smile curved your lips. "How could I? I didn’t even know if I could trust you back then. After I learned about your family’s connection. Everything became a blur, and I was scared. I didn’t know if you were part of it... if you were just another trap."

Silence stretched, heavy and cold. Jun’s fingers trembled slightly on your shoulder, his breath warm against your temple. "I would’ve torn the world apart for you… if you had just told me."

"Would you?" You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek. "Or would you have seen me as a burden—a weakness in your world of power and secrets?"

Jun leaned back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes fierce, filled with a pain that mirrored your own. "You were never a burden. You were everything I wanted… everything I thought I couldn’t have. And I was an idiot to let you go."

Your hand reached for his, intertwining your fingers. "Then don’t let me go this time, Jun."

"I won’t," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead, a promise sealed in the warmth of his touch.

Jun's strong hands gently lifted you onto his lap, and once you settled, he cupped your cheek with tenderness, his thumb brushing your skin as if you were the most delicate porcelain. His other hand began a slow exploration, starting at your thigh and gliding with a featherlight touch beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers traced every curve and dip of your body as he leaned in closer, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

"You're mine, Y/n," he murmured against your mouth, the words a gentle command. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss with a fervent intensity. "Say you're mine," he urged, his fingers dancing up your thighs, lingering at the curve of your waist before tracing the outline of your stomach.

You gasped his name, a soft moan escaping as his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot, teasing and exploring with deliberate slowness. His lips never left yours, devouring you with a passionate hunger as his fingers slipped inside, moving with a steady, rhythmic intent. Captivated by the sounds you made, each soft whimper and sigh, he began to undress you, the cool night air whispering over your bare skin.

Your fingers moved with urgency, unbuttoning the last remnants of clothing between you both until skin met skin. He lifted you effortlessly, laying you back against the soft, worn cushions of the car's backseat. Spreading your legs, he positioned himself between them, his gaze locked on yours.

"Tell me each name that bothered you," he said, his voice a low promise. "I'll show them that touching you means messing with me."

With infinite care, he entered you, and the world around you seemed to disappear. The warmth and tightness enfolded him, and in that moment, there was only the two of you, cocooned in each other's embrace, with the gentle sound of waves lapping in the distance, an intimate symphony to your shared solitude.

*

Twelve men sat rigidly on the cold, metal chairs, fear starkly painted on their faces. Thick ropes wound around their torsos, binding them to the chairs, their wrists tied behind their backs, rendering them helpless. The dim light overhead cast a sickly glow, accentuating the sweat beading on their foreheads. The room smelled of damp concrete and something darker—panic.

Jun stepped into the room, Minghao trailing behind him with a steely gaze. Jun’s sharp eyes scanned each terrified face, lingering on the man he recognized—the one he saw that night, leading you through the hotel lobby. Rage simmered beneath his calm exterior, a silent storm brewing.

He remembered your voice, trembling but steady, each word a needle prick against his chest.

"What did they do to you?" he had asked, his jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving yours, desperate for the truth.

"Everything... They did... everything."

The quiet crackle of the burning charcoal snapped him back to the present. A thick metal rod, its tip glowing a fierce orange, sat on the smoldering heat, a twisted promise of pain.

"What should we do to them, boss?" Minghao's voice was steady, but there was a tension beneath his words, a coldness matching Jun’s simmering fury.

Jun's gaze never left the men, especially the one he recognized, whose face had turned ghostly pale.

"For whoever laid their hands on her," Jun’s voice was calm, almost emotionless—a chilling contrast to the violence in his words. "I want them to touch that." He pointed to the searing metal rod, the heat radiating from it like a promise of hell.

Minghao nodded, signaling to the men holding the rod. They stepped forward, the fiery glow reflecting in the captives’ wide, terror-stricken eyes. Some thrashed against their bindings, whimpering and begging, while others shut their eyes, murmuring desperate prayers.

Jun’s phone buzzed in his pocket, the screen flashing with a familiar name—Ji Jaekyung. He signaled Minghao to keep an eye on the captives before stepping away, his expression unreadable. With a swipe, he answered, his voice calm but guarded.

"Mr. Ji," Jun greeted, leaning against the cold wall.

"Jun, my boy!" Jaekyung's voice carried a forced warmth, laced with a hint of tension. "I haven’t seen my daughter since yesterday. She’s not answering her phone. I thought you two would be together. Care to tell me where she is?"

Jun’s jaw tightened, but he kept his voice steady. "She needed some fresh air, Mr. Ji. I figured she'd enjoy some time away without all the... usual pressures."

Jaekyung chuckled, though the edge in his laughter was clear. "Fresh air? That's sweet of you, but you know how dangerous this city can be. Especially for a young woman like her."

"Don’t worry, she’s in good hands."

"Good hands, you say?" Jaekyung's tone turned sharper. "I hope you're not forgetting our arrangement, Jun. You understand how important my daughter is to me... and how unpleasant things can get if something happens to her."

Jun’s fingers curled tighter around his phone. "Rest assured, Mr. Ji. I always take good care of what's mine."

A brief silence stretched between them before Jaekyung's voice softened again, but the threat lingered beneath. "See that you do. I expect her back soon, Jun. Don’t disappoint me."

The call ended, and Jun lowered the phone, his gaze darkening. He looked back at the room where the captives were. His grip on the phone was so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Minghao," he called out, his voice cold.

Minghao approached immediately, reading the look in his boss’s eyes. "Jaekyung’s getting anxious?"

"He's getting suspicious." Jun’s voice was low, almost a growl. "Have someone follow him. I want to know every move he makes. If he sends anyone to look for her, I want to know before they even leave his doorstep."

Minghao nodded, already typing instructions to his men. "And the men here?"

Jun’s gaze returned to the captives. His voice was ice. "Continue. Make them talk. I want to know everything they did to her. And I want them to feel what it means to lay their hands on her."

With one last glance at the room, Jun stepped out, his mind racing. He needed to protect you, and to do that, he needed to stay two steps ahead of Ji Jaekyung.

*

Jun’s car sped through the city streets, neon lights casting fleeting colors across his face. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he dialed the secure line to his father. The call connected after a few rings, and a deep, authoritative voice echoed through.

"Jun?" His father's voice carried the weight of decades of power. "Is something wrong?"

"Father," Jun began, his voice steady but tense. "I need your permission to eliminate Ji Jaekyung."

A sharp silence filled the line, followed by a low, incredulous chuckle. "Holding his daughter isn't enough? Have you lost your mind, Jun?"

"No, Father. I've seen enough." Jun’s voice remained firm. "Ji Jaekyung has tainted the deal further than Longwei expected. He’s using our name, manipulating our men, and worst of all—he's exploiting innocent lives. He uses a false daughter to shield his business, dragging her into a world of filth."

His father’s silence deepened, the weight of his contemplation almost palpable through the phone. "Are you certain this isn't personal?"

"It is personal too," Jun admitted without hesitation. "But even without the personal part, his actions have become a liability. He hides behind our name, but he’s a snake, corrupting our reputation."

"Jun, killing an ally can bring consequences. The balance in Seoul will shift. His partners, his clients, they might turn against us. He just needs a warning."

"But if we keep him, he’ll turn them against us with his lies and deceit. I can handle the fallout. I will clean up every trace."

"Would you stake your position for this decision?" his father asked, his tone now sharp, testing.

Jun didn’t hesitate. "Yes. If you give me your approval, I will do everything. No one will ever trace it back to us."

A slow exhale echoed from the other side. "Very well, Jun. But remember, this is your choice. If you fail, it’s your head on the line, not just his."

"I won’t fail, Father."

The call ended. Jun's jaw clenched as he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. The weight of what he was about to do pressed down on him, but it was a weight he was willing to bear.

The car pulled up to the hotel, and Jun stepped out. His expression remained cold, but beneath that exterior was a storm of determination. He was going to protect you, no matter the cost.

*

The television screen in the hotel room flickered to life, its glow casting a pale light over the dimly lit space. You were curled up on the bed, staring blankly at the screen, trying to distract yourself from the whirlwind of emotions inside you. But then the program shifted, the tone turned urgent, and a news anchor appeared, her face a mix of shock and professionalism.

"Breaking News—South Korea's Prime Minister Ji Jaekyung has died in a tragic car accident earlier this evening. Authorities report that his vehicle lost control on a mountain road before crashing into a ravine. Emergency responders arrived on the scene, but Ji Jaekyung was pronounced dead on arrival. The cause of the accident is still under investigation, but preliminary reports suggest a possible brake failure. This sudden loss has sent shockwaves throughout the nation."

Your breath caught, and the remote slipped from your hand, clattering against the floor. A cold chill spread through you as your eyes widened. Ji Jaekyung… dead?

Your thoughts raced—was it truly an accident? Could it be connected to Jun? You remembered his words, his quiet but fierce promise to protect you. You covered your mouth, trying to suppress the mix of fear and relief flooding your chest.

The screen continued to show footage of the crash site—flashing lights, twisted metal, and officers cordoning off the area.

"The Prime Minister's office has yet to release an official statement. Reports indicate that Ji Jaekyung’s car was traveling alone, and there were no other passengers. The investigation is ongoing."

Your heart pounded against your ribs as the door clicked open. Jun stepped in, his sharp suit barely wrinkled, his expression unreadable as his eyes immediately found yours. He saw your pale face and glanced at the television.

"You did this," you whispered, a mixture of disbelief and shock in your voice.

Jun's face softened slightly, his steps careful as he approached you. "I told you I would protect you."

You stared at him, tears pooling in your eyes. "Did you… was it really an accident?"

"It was necessary," he said, his voice gentle but unyielding. "He can never hurt you again."

A tear slipped down your cheek, and your legs gave way, but Jun caught you, pulling you into his arms. His hold was firm, grounding you as your mind struggled to process everything.

"You… you killed him," you whispered against his chest.

"Yes," Jun murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "And I'd do it again to keep you safe."

The weight of everything crashed down on you all at once—fear, anger, betrayal, and an overwhelming sense of relief. Your chest tightened, and a sob tore itself free from your throat.

Your fingers gripped the fabric of Jun’s suit, twisting it as your body trembled. A wretched, broken cry escaped your lips, raw and unrestrained. Tears streamed down your cheeks, soaking into his shoulder as you buried your face against him.

"I-I thought… I thought he'd never let me go," you choked out, the words barely coherent between your sobs. "I thought… I thought I’d lose everything—Seungkwan, you—"

Jun’s arms tightened around you, a steady, protective embrace. He didn’t speak, didn’t try to hush your cries. He simply held you, letting you release every ounce of fear and pain you had bottled up for so long. His hand moved gently, cradling the back of your head, his other arm wrapped around your waist, grounding you.

"You’re safe now," he whispered, his voice steady, a calm in the storm of your emotions. "No one can hurt you. Not anymore."

Your sobs grew louder, uncontrollable. Years of suffering, of living under someone else’s shadow, of being used, manipulated, and threatened—all of it broke free. Your knees buckled, but Jun held you, sinking with you to the floor.

"I was so scared… so tired…" you cried, clinging to him. "I don’t want to be afraid anymore."

"And you won’t be," Jun murmured, resting his cheek against the top of your head. "I promised you, didn’t I? I will protect you… no matter what it takes."

You didn't know how long you cried—minutes, hours—it all blurred together. But through it all, Jun never let you go. He stayed, a silent, steady presence in the chaos of your breaking heart.

*

Life changed swiftly, almost ruthlessly. You followed Jun to Guangzhou, leaving behind the shadows of Seoul for the neon-lit city bustling with life. Jun was a name whispered with both fear and respect here, a man painted as the villain in countless stories. But to you, he was never a villain—he was your hero. The man who pulled you from the jaws of despair, who held you when you were broken, and who taught you how to survive.

Guangzhou was a different world. Jun's life was a world of negotiations done in half-lit rooms, whispers exchanged in crowded clubs, and loyalty measured in blood. You learned quickly that being Jun’s partner wasn’t just about standing by his side—it was about keeping up, about becoming strong enough to protect yourself and everything you held dear.

He introduced you to Minghao, who taught you self-defense. Hours spent in a private dojo, where you learned how to disarm a knife-wielding attacker, how to break a grip, how to move swiftly and strike precisely. Every bruise, every ache became a reminder of your growing strength.

Jun didn't just shelter you; he prepared you. Over sleek mahogany tables filled with maps and documents, you learned the art of strategy—how to anticipate moves, how to read people, how to negotiate. You became a quiet but sharp presence in his meetings, your observations valued, your voice heard.

"You’re not just my woman, Y/n," Jun whispered one night, his fingers tracing along your jaw as you lay in his arms. "You’re my partner. I need you to be strong. Strong enough to stand by me… and strong enough to protect yourself when I can’t."

And you became that.

Yet, being Jun's partner meant facing danger. You felt it the night a black sedan rammed your car, your body jolted against the seatbelt as your driver struggled to regain control. You heard it in the sharp, cracking sound of gunfire in a dim alley one evening, Jun’s arm pulling you against the wall, his body shielding yours.

You saw it in the cold glint of a knife pressed against your throat when you were kidnapped by a rival syndicate. You remembered the terror, the way your voice didn’t shake as you spoke to the man holding you, buying just enough time until Jun stormed in, his men dismantling the enemy with calculated precision.

But Jun, like he promised, was always there. When you were dragged out of the car wreck, he was the first face you saw, his voice soothing you even as blood ran down his cheek. When you were taken, he didn't sleep until you were back in his arms.

Your life was a dance on the edge of a blade, a world where chaos and calm intertwined. But in every shadow, Jun was your light. In every storm, he was your shelter. He was a villain in the stories of others, but to you, he was a savior.

Amidst all this, a call came from Seoul—Seungkwan’s voice on the other end, trembling but determined.

“I did it, Y/n,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “I found him. I found the man who killed our parents.”

Your heart raced, the room around you fading into silence. “Seungkwan… where is he?”

“I have him in custody. He’s confessed. Ji Jaekyung set it all up—made him do it, made him kill them to cover his tracks.”

A cold rage settled in your chest, but also a twisted sense of relief. The ghosts of your parents had haunted you for so long, their deaths an open wound that never healed. Now, that wound had a face. A face that could finally be punished.

“Y/n?” Seungkwan’s voice softened. “Are you okay?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but a small, determined smile touched your lips. “I’m okay, Seungkwan. Because you did it. You brought justice to them.”

Jun noticed your tears as he entered the room, his gaze softening as he knelt before you. “What’s wrong?”

You met his eyes, your hand reaching out to grasp his. “Seungkwan found him… the man who killed my parents.”

Jun’s jaw tightened, his fingers threading through yours, offering his silent, unwavering support. “Then we’re one step closer, Y/n. To finally ending this nightmare.”

Or maybe, one more nightmare.

The grand hall of Long Wei's headquarters was a spectacle of opulence—crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over a sea of influential faces. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, but a sharp tension cut through the room as a man grabbed you, a knife pressed against your neck. Gasps rippled through the crowd, fear seizing those who watched. The man’s voice trembled as he shouted threats, his grip on you shaky, his eyes wild.

“Everyone back! I swear I’ll—”

But his voice faltered when he noticed the subtle change in the air—an eerie calm, an odd sense of confidence. You stood perfectly still, your breathing steady, your gaze unwavering. The knife against your skin was a cold whisper, but fear didn’t cloud your eyes. Instead, there was something else—annoyance.

Jun stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the marble pillar, a glass of wine still in his hand. His head was tilted slightly, a slow, amused smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t rush, didn’t shout. He simply watched, his eyes locked on you.

And you knew what that meant—his trust in you was absolute. Even though he was nervous, considering you were eight months pregnant, his confidence in your abilities never wavered.

The man’s grip tightened, his voice shaking. “I said move back, or she’s—”

Before he could finish, you moved. Your heel slammed down on his foot, hard enough that he cried out, his grip loosening just enough. Your hand shot up, grabbing his wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the floor. His free arm reached for you, but you drove your elbow into his ribs with a force that made him gasp.

The room watched, frozen, as your fist collided with his jaw in a clean, precise strike, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Chaos erupted around you. Long Wei’s guards surged forward, tackling the man to the floor, rough hands ensuring he wouldn’t rise again. But you hardly noticed. Jun was already at your side, his arms wrapping protectively around you, pulling you close. His hand instinctively rested against the gentle curve of your stomach, feeling the faint movement within.

“You’ll be the death of me, baby,” he whispered, his voice half-scolding, half-loving, his lips brushing your temple.

You leaned into his touch, your own hand resting over his. “I didn’t even break a sweat.”

Jun chuckled, though there was a hint of exasperation in his voice. “If you weren’t eight months pregnant, I’d be proud. But right now, I’m just trying not to have a heart attack.”

Behind you, the party guests were beginning to murmur, the tension slowly dissipating. Long Wei’s men dragged the failed attacker away, and whispers of admiration and shock spread through the crowd. Even Jun’s father, who had been watching from the balcony, gave an approving nod.

“Come on,” Jun murmured, steering you gently toward a quieter corner. “Let’s sit you down. You’ve done enough for tonight, hero.”

You chuckled, letting him guide you, your fingers lacing with his. “Maybe next time, they’ll think twice before trying to mess with Long Wei’s family.”

Jun’s expression softened as he looked down at you, his hand never leaving your stomach. “They better. Because I can’t lose either of you.”

[tinykittendelusion]

Seventeen and thigh riding(🔞)

a/n: inspiration strikes me again

triggers: sexual content, MINORS DNI

Scoups, Dino, Dokyeom , Joshua, Woozi and Mingyu

The thigh men who are obsessed with how desperate and turned on you look when you ride their thigh. Likes watching you get off by riding their thigh. Would even help you if you ask nicely. Just be pretty and keep those moans loud. It makes him kinda cocky if you orgasm just from riding his thigh cause that's why he goes to the gym.

Jeonghan , Wonwoo, Minghao and Vernon

These men make you ride their thigh as a punishment. I see them all to be at least slightly mean Doms who just love punishing you for being a bad girl. would even call you names like slut, whore while you ride his thigh. Loves how frustrated you get when he makes you stop just before your orgasm. Will make you ride his thigh for so long that his thigh is covered in your juices. But he'll let you cum if you beg nicely.

Jun, Hoshi and Seungkwan

Riding their thigh is a ritual between you both. Every time you dom him you like cumming at least once on his thigh when he begs you to help him. You love watching him all red and helpless as he watches you reach your release on his thigh when he'd rather you cum around his dick.

[synity]

When Words Cut Too Deep

(Moon Junhui, x FemReader)

*Angst, Romance, Drama, Fluff (eventually), Slice of Life, Communication, emotional vulnerability, love that endures pain*

Summary: You and Jun have always had a passionate, playful relationship but one night, a heated argument goes too far. Misunderstandings explode into a storm of painful words, and both of you are left hurt, shaken, and distant. What started as a disagreement over something small becomes a catalyst for revealing deeper insecurities, unspoken fears, and a rift you both never expected. But as the days pass, silence becomes unbearable, and Jun must decide whether to let you drift away or fight harder than he ever has to mend what was broken.

The kitchen was filled with tension.

The clinking of a spoon against a ceramic mug was the only sound as you stirred your tea. You avoided eye contact with Jun, who stood by the fridge pretending to look for something he didn’t need. It had started with something small his forgotten promise to join you at your friend’s art exhibit. But it was more than that. The exhibit was just the final straw in a long line of little things that had begun to pile up.

“You could’ve at least told me you weren’t coming,” you muttered, eyes still fixed on the swirling liquid in your cup.

Jun exhaled sharply. “I had practice. I told you, Y/N. Things come up. You know how my schedule is.”

“But you said you’d be there. You promised.” Your voice cracked a little. “I waited, Jun. For hours. Alone.”

“That’s not fair. I can’t control everything!” he snapped, slamming the fridge shut.

You flinched. The sound ricocheted through your chest.

“No, Junhui. What’s not fair is you making me feel like I’m always second to your job, your friends, everything else.”

He crossed his arms. “So now I’m the villain? I bust my ass trying to balance everything, and you make it seem like I don’t care.”

“I never said that,” you whispered.

“But that’s what you meant.”

Silence. The heavy kind.

And then, as if all the repressed emotions surged like a tidal wave, you both began raising your voices, words flying out unfiltered. Painful. Too real.

“You don’t listen to me anymore!”

“You’re always overreacting!”

“I feel like I’m alone in this relationship!”

“Maybe you should be, then!”

The room went still. That last sentence sat between you like poison.

You saw regret flicker in Jun’s eyes the moment it left his mouth. But it was too late.

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“Got it,” you said coldly, grabbing your jacket. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

You walked out before he could stop you.

Three Days Later

The silence between you stretched like a canyon. Texts went unanswered. Calls declined. Jun sent one message the first night—“I’m sorry. Can we talk?” but you ignored it.

You weren’t being petty. You were hurt. Deeply.

You thought back to the way he used to hold you like you were the most precious thing in his life. How his soft laughter always made your day better. But now... now, all you felt was hollow.

Meanwhile, Jun was a wreck.

He hadn’t slept properly since you left. The guilt weighed down on him like an avalanche. Every memory replayed in his mind: your trembling voice, the look in your eyes, the sound of the door closing behind you. He had hurt you. Badly.

Minghao noticed first. “You okay?” he asked gently.

Jun didn’t answer right away. “I think I messed up the one thing that actually makes me feel whole.”

A Week Later

You were at the bookstore, trying to distract yourself. But even surrounded by stories, yours still played in your mind.

You turned a corner and there he was.

Jun.

He looked tired. Vulnerable.

You froze, heart racing.

“I didn’t come here to make things worse,” he said quietly. “But I can’t take it anymore. Not talking to you. Not seeing you. I need to explain.”

You didn’t speak, so he kept going.

“I messed up. I know I did. I let my stress, my schedule, everything else cloud what mattered most you. I let my pride get in the way. And I said something that I didn’t mean. I regretted it the second it left my mouth.”

He took a breath.

“You make my life brighter, Y/N. You make me better. But I hurt you. And I don’t know if you can forgive me, but I’ll spend every day proving that I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

You looked at him, seeing the tears he fought to keep back.

Your own eyes welled up. “You broke my heart, Jun.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m not promising to be perfect. But I promise to never stop trying. For you. For us.”

It took everything in you to not fall apart.

But your heart the same one he had bruised still beat for him.

You nodded slowly. “Okay.”

He stepped forward, arms tentative. You let him hug you, and for a moment, everything that was shattered felt like it could be whole again.

Epilogue: Two Months Later

The healing wasn’t instant. You had long talks. Arguments with less yelling, more listening. He made time real time. Even when tired, even when busy.

He showed up. Always.

Jun would leave little notes in your bag. Make breakfast on the days you felt low. Sit beside you during your quiet moments and hold your hand, saying nothing but everything with his presence.

And you? You learned to speak your feelings sooner. You started trusting him again day by day.

Love wasn’t easy.

But when two people choose to fight for it, even after the worst storms, the sun always rises again.

And with Jun, you knew you’d keep chasing the light together.

End.

[honeyhaeya]

✧.*⑅˖♡On My Command MASTERLIST♡⁠˖⑅*⁠.⁠✧

LAZY EDIT

heya, heya, heya! aeya here!: I jus' want to let yk that requests are now open! Feel free to suggest and I will be writing it, hehehe. —bummer, no one wanna though.

My first ever story & series posted here on Tumblr! Yey! Promoting my Wattpad >w< @muuimihanmal_writes - The link is from Wattpad also posted by me ^^ but dw, if you dont have a Wattpad acc, just check the chapter down below!

On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (Series)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNDI GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen Status: ONGOING (stopped until someone convinces me to continue) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (though some have), Mention of Birth Controls, Gunshots, Blood, Fingering, Squirting, Language, Manipulation, Fighting, Action, Pet Names, Size kinks. ♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!! >>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Also, there will be a 1st person POV 'cause I like starting from Y/N's POV at every story I make. Lmao. Enjoy babies. ♡

PREVIEW: YN POV: I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous mafias. Who could have imagined my life would take such an exhilarating turn? At last, I had something new to experience in my previously dull existence. Now, I could finally put my unique ability to good use-an ability to manipulate, honed by my deep understanding of psychology, in situations that were both serious and thrilling. Would I able to handle this serious turn of events? You're damn right I can.

> CHAPTER 1

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation, fighting, action

> CHAPTER 2

tags: language, kissing, making out (w/joshujii), persistence

> CHAPTER 3

tags: kidnapping, nonconsent, making out, needles, blood, language, manipulation

> CHAPTER 4

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation

a/n: sorry guys, i only recently uploaded this story on tumblr so yeah, still working on other chapters (hehe)

do check this story out on wattpad since ive already uploaded a bunch of chapters there (though still unfinished) but yeah, busy with college and stuffs (my damn job) as well so i dont think i can update frequently. PLEASE ENJOY THOUGH

[sweetiesicheng]

jun - sick

word count : 575

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you and your boyfriend are both sick after taking a trip together. it's only the second day of you two being sick, but both of you still feel pretty bad. as you lay on the loveseat, you read the temperature on the thermometer before dropping it on the side table near you.

"it hasn't gone down," you say to jun, who lays on the couch.

"mine has," jun says, holding a thermometer in his hand. he looks over at you, "you should go rest in the room. i'll sleep in one of the guest rooms for the next few days," he suggests and sits up from where he is on the couch.

"no, you should. i'll sleep in the downstairs guest room. my head is spinning so much that i don't think i can walk upstairs," you say to him and manage to push yourself up and off the loveseat.

"it hurts that much?" jun asks. "the meds haven't kicked in yet?"

"no," you answer. "i'm gonna sleep for a bit," you say to him. "love you."

"love you more," jun replies as you walk out of the living room.

you head to the guest room and immediately fall onto the bed. you get under the covers and start taking a nap, wanting nothing more than to wake up with a clear head instead of a headache.

—

"y/n!"

you slowly open your eyes and look up to see jun in the doorway of the guest room.

"what?" you groggily speak.

"i ordered food. come eat," he says to you. "we haven't eaten all day," he reminds you.

"oh, you're right," you say to him and get up. you leave the room and go into the kitchen to see a bunch of food on the kitchen table.

when you sit down, you notice jun sitting in the living room with more food on the table in front of him.

"this is sad. we can't even sit near each other," you say to him and grab a pair of wooden chopsticks from one of the plastic bags.

"both of us need to get better quickly," jun replies. "i ordered a lot, so we can just heat everything up. we can eat it the next few days."

you smile at him, "thank you."

"of course, baby."

after you finish eating, you clean up and go into the living room to lay on the loveseat again. jun is still eating his dinner while watching something on his phone.

"jun," you call out to him.

"hm?"

"can i hug you?" you ask him.

jun looks over and raises an eyebrow at you. "did you forget that we're sick?" he asks.

"but i miss my boyfriend," you inform him, watching jun smile from your response. "my boyfriend doesn't love me," you say with a sigh.

"baby, we're sick."

"so? if we're sick, then we're sick," you reply.

jun shakes his head for a second. "one minute," he says and sits back to lean against the front of the couch. you get off of the couch and go over to him. you sit on his lap and hug him. "if i get worst than you, you better take care of me," he says to you while hugging you.

"i'll nurse you back to health. don't worry," you reply with a smile. "love you."

"love you more, baby."

—

"okay, it's been five minutes."

"two more minutes."

"we're never going to get better."

[lovjiwoong]

ON MY MIND - wen junhui social media au

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pairing: wen junhui x gender neutral reader

plot: you had always dreamt of opening a cafe with your cousin and best friend, joshua and when that dream comes true, it feels like everything falls into place. that is until you find out that your high school crush has opened a gaming cafe a few blocks down. seoul sees you as rivals due to having the same opening date but you just want to find some confidence to talk to him. unbeknownst to you, he may be having the same crisis.

genre: strangers to friendly rivals to lovers, non-idol, bakery au, angst, fluff, comedy, mutual idiotic pining

warnings: cursing, talk of a past break up, friendly insults

starring: members of seventeen

schedule updates: every one to three days.

status: not started yet

release date: september

note: if you’ve read my previous sm au: when our paths cross again, you’ll know that y/n and joshua had plans of owning their own bakery / coffee shop together. this will come to life in this sm au but the friendships will be different.

permanent taglist: @honeyhuii @soobin-chois @fylithia @enhacolor @ja4hyvn @maiverie @bambisgirl @its-madi @i05wook @yizhoutv @joonsytip @l33j3n8 @nar-nia @lightprincess-world

general on my mind taglist: @minhui896 @u7140823

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✏️ = written part

profiles: cuppa cove | moon's gaming cafe

one — one month anniversary

two — careful what you say

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...more to come!

[heartepub]

poems on leaving and seventeen

note. curated ouch poems from yours truly (literally no one asked but idc!). someone save me from these compilations pls. no link to the why we wait poem cos (update) palanca took down the drive link, but send an ask if you want to see the full poem!

FOR M by Mikko Harvey

Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

⤷ lee jihoon, hansol vernon chwe, boo seungkwan

DRIFT by Brenda Shaunessy

I’ll go anywhere to leave you but come with me. All the cities are like you anyway. Windows darken when I get close enough to see. Any place we want to stay’s polluted, the good spots taken already by those who ruin them. And restaurants we’d never find.

⤷ wen junhui, jeon wonwoo, kim mingyu

WHY WE WAIT by Mikael de Lara Co

You keening for some hidden brightness. Because the heart relies on wishing to keep its rhythm. because the task of hands is to insist on holding. Because mostly we fail. Because mostly we wish each other forgetfulness. Sometimes we wish each other well.

⤷ yoon jeonghan, hong jisoo, lee seokmin, lee chan

YOUTH by W.S. Merwin

entirely at that moment and you let me breathe you touch you taste you knowing no more than I did and only when I began to think of losing you did I recognize you when you were already part memory part distance remaining mine in the ways that I learn to miss you from what we cannot hold the stars are made

⤷ choi seungcheol, kwon soonyoung, xu minghao

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SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

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so it goes… | coming soon

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: wen junhui x camgirl! f.reader

↳ Getting caught up in a moment. Lipstick on your face, so it goes. I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: friends to lovers?? non idol au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, unprotected sex(mc is on birth control), camgirl reader, kind of anonymous camboy jun, creampie, body worship, oral (male rec), recording sexual acts, fingering & handjobs, nipple play, thigh riding, masturbation, nicknames: (hers) baby, baby girl, cherry, (his) baby, baby boy

an: this was inspired by the song so it goes.. by taylor swift. This another one of my stories inspired by reputation songs. This can be read as a one shot but these guys and there friends are mention in a series of loosely connected stories called all for you

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PREVIEW

You learned very early on that Junhui has a thing for appearing in your videos but remaining anonymous. He often wears a face mask and makes sure you only see him from the neck down. He’s never taken his clothes off on camera. He has no problem fingering you until you’re practically screaming or playing with you or using toys on you.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling his strong thigh. He’s dressed in business attire coming over straight from work.

He always tries to see you before you go live. He made a joke about you riding his thigh and the next thing you knew he has you naked with your camera on. Your lips are painted a cherry color as your leave lipstick stains across the column of his neck. You grind your hips against this thigh getting the friction you desperately need.

It’s a blessing you live alone so you can be as loud as you need. Your fingers cling to his white dress shirt, rubbing yourself against his thigh harder.

“Fuck,” he softly moans.

As you fall apart it takes everything not to moan his name. You instead opt for moaning, “baby” your name you only refer to him as on camera.

After you finish your stream you lay on your bed completely naked watching as Junhui stands next to the bed staring down at you. “I wanted to suck the life out of you on camera.”

He chuckles, “you can do it now off camera.”

“I thought you had to meet Seungcheol, Minghao, and Joshua at the bar?” You know he doesn’t have time for that.

“They can wait.”

“I shouldn’t make you late again,” you sit up slowly.

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 16 - I Was Never Enough

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 7k words

Chapter 16 - I Was Never Enough

"Why are they red?"

"Joshua..." you muttered, eyes darting right.

"I don't know!"

Your eyes darted left. "Jeonghan..."

"What does this mean?!" Joshua asked.

"I don't know!"

"GUYS!" The room went quiet, Joshua and Jeonghan looking over at you. "...My hands." When they looked down, they saw how tightly they were holding your hands, practically yanking you forward over the couch. The little markers above your hands continued flashing red until you pulled your hands back. "What does it mean if they're red?"

"It means we failed," Jeonghan said simply. You frowned.

"What? But that's not possible." You said. "Mingyu and I just-."

"Now you see why we're confused, I'm sure," Jeonghan said. He ran a hand through his hair. "Uhm. Well..."

You saw the panic in the duo's faces as they both started muttering to themselves about what they should do. "Don't worry." You said softly, and they finally looked back at you. "I think you guys need to calm down."

"...What?" they gasped.

"Mingyu and I just started this relationship." You said. "And we've agreed to take it a bit slow. Maybe it needs some time to reset. Or maybe it's because we haven't officially stated we're boyfriend and girlfriend yet. Maybe the red means 'stop', or something. Not that you failed." Neither of them looked convinced. "I'm just trying to help."

Joshua, aware that you were just as lost as them, let out a deep sigh. There was no use in also making you panic. He looked over at Jeonghan. "Maybe. Let's give it a day or two, and check again."

"And what if it doesn't work?" Jeonghan asked. "Should we call Seungcheol again?"

"And tell him what? He'll kill us!"

Jeonghan pursed his lips. "He'll kill you." He pointed out. Joshua plopped down on the couch again, clicking his tongue. You watched Jeonghan sit beside him, both of them quiet. You headed back to the suitcases, dragging them to your room.

"Don't worry. Mingyu and I are just fine. It's all going to work out." You said, before disappearing behind your bedroom door. As the door closed behind you, you fumbled for your phone in your back pocket, pressing it to your ears as it began to ring. Pick up, Mingyu. You thought to yourself. The phone rang and rang, that sound drilling into your head until you finally pulled it back from your ear.

No answer.

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Mingyu felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket and went to answer almost immediately. However, his father stopped him. "Hand me the phone." He said. When Mingyu didn't listen, his father motioned to the side of the room. Like a ghost out of the shadows, Mr. Park, one of his assistants, popped up behind Mingyu, taking the phone out of his hands.

"Hey!" Mingyu glared at his father. The phone was set on the table, and Mingyu could see the photo of you flashing on the screen as it continued to vibrate. Mingyu felt his finger twitch with the desire to reach for it anyway, but he felt someone take it. He looked over and saw Mina's hand gently on top of his. She looked over.

"Let it ring." She said gently. Mingyu looked at the phone as your photo flashed away, his phone going dark as the call was ignored.

"Now." His father leaned back in his seat. "We have a lot of preparation for the wedding if we want to have it soon, right Mr. Myoui?"

"Absolutely." He agreed. "I think it'll be good, that way the duo and finish their studies right after, and then get right into working." Mingyu, once again, looked at Mina, who was watching her father talk with his own. He immediately sat beside her and leaned closer.

"What are you doing?" he made sure his voice was low enough to not alert their fathers. Mina looked over. She had long since stopped crying, but Mingyu noticed the marks of tear stains on her cheeks.

"I tried waiting patiently. I thought after I heard that on the balcony, things would kind of fix themselves in time. I was wrong. I don't want you to end up hurt, Mingyu..."

"What happened to wanting to be friends?"

"I do." She assured. "I think all of your friends are nice. But after all you did to plan for her birthday, all of that work, the first night there she drunkenly confesses her love to someone else? And out in the open where anyone could hear? She's shameless, and did not care about if you heard or not."

Mingyu looked down at his lap, lips pulled tightly together. "She wouldn't do that, and I've known her longer than you." Mina sighed.

"Like I said. You should ask your friends. Maybe even ask her directly. You deserve to know." Mina reached to take his hand once again, but Mingyu pulled them away, crossing them over their chest. "This is best for both of us. You never really thought the two of you would get together, did you?" she asked.

Mingyu blinked, no longer worried about the volume of his voice. "Yes! Yes, I very much did!" He snapped. "I kind of assume that we currently are!"

"Even despite her behavior at the beach house, she's not like us. She offers nothing to you in terms of your career. I do. I will be the wife someone like you, a future lawyer and runner of a major law firm, deserves. I promise." Mingyu shook his head.

"I cannot believe this." He said, turning away from her. "I thought I could trust you."

"I've made mistakes since coming here, but I don't think it's just me you should reconsider trusting." Mingyu looked out the window of his father's office, over the landscape of Seoul. He had to find a way to figure all of this out.

"Father-."

"I told you we are not having this discussion anymore."

"Father, I told you from the beginning of this entire marriage thing that I didn't want to keep doing it. I don't want to be with any of these women. I already know who I-."

"Right. You want to be with that girl from college. What was her name again?" Mingyu watched his father rise from his seat around the couches and return to his desk. He was rattling off names as he walked, hands behind his back. Mingyu felt his eyes narrow as his father made sure to get each attempt so close to correct, but messed up at the last syllable. As if it was not even worth his time to remember. He pulled open his drawer, pulling out a manila folder. Mingyu finally had enough and quickly uttered your name in its entirety. His father simply looked in his direction, nodding. "Right..." he said. With a flick of the wrist, the manila envelope soared onto Mingyu's lap, and he picked it up. Flipping it open, Mingyu's eyes widened.

Inside was a small stack of paperwork, each depicting a picture of each of Mingyu's friends: Seungkwan, Hoshi, Minnie, and even the friends with whom he played basketball. As he flipped through them, his eyes settled on the one marked up with a red marker, as if every single thing written on her form was the wrong answer to a test. You.

"What is this?" he asked, eyeing his father.

"Exactly what it looks like. I always made sure I knew your friends well. I want to make sure you're surrounded by respectable individuals." He nodded. "They all seem like fine friends. Good students, good people. I have no problems." He turned to his son, for once seeing his son crane his neck to see his father's stare. "But I always knew if they became a distraction for you; in your studies, in your future, then I would need to handle it."

"...What do you mean handle it?" Mingyu asked, frowning as he looked down at the papers again. His father reached forward, pulling out your form and dangling it in front of Mingyu's face. He stared at the photo of you, smiling sweetly for your campus ID. Mingyu would smile if he wasn't feeling such a heavy sense of dread.

"If your little fling continues to be a distraction, I will have her expelled from school so she can't bother you."

"You can't do that!" Mingyu said, hopping up from his seat and allowing the folder of papers to scatter on the floor.

"I absolutely can." His father said simply. "All I do for that school and you think it will take more than a phone call? If you think I'm kidding, go walk out of that door like you intended to before. Throw everything away for a girl who will give you nothing in return. From the looks of it-." he motioned to the photos of you and Joshua once again. "She's already begun."

Mingyu finally went quiet, settling back on the couch, and covered his mouth with his hand. His teeth caught his bottom lip, watching as his father finally returned to his chair at the end of both couches.

"Mr. Kim." Mr. Myoui finally piped up, staring directly at Mingyu. His eyes darted up, his mouth still covered to hide the forming scowl. "You're a smart man. You seem very passionate about the things in your life. I respect that. My daughter is very important to me, too. I want her to be happy in her future marriage." Mingyu, despite hearing positive comments from the man across the table, did not feel reassured. "You'll thank us in a few years when you have the company, a few kids, and important duties. You'll have a woman at your side that can handle that, and you'll see."

Without another word, his father stood up, taking Mingyu's phone and handing it to an assistant. "See that this is put away."

"Wha-?" Mingyu turned as the assistant bowed, exiting the room. "How am I supposed to call my friends?! Or do schoolwork. Or anything?"

"You can call them for the wedding invitations." His friend said simply. "But you'll be busy for the rest of the summer, no need for distractions." He motioned the group out. "Let's go discuss details over a nice lunch." Mingyu watched from his seat as the rest of them left him behind. Mina stood up as well, turning to Mingyu. He stayed put, glued to his seat. He rubbed his hands against his pants, exhaling a deep, labored, and pained breath. She felt her heart clench in her chest, pained to see Mingyu struggling.

"Mingyu?" she said gently. He looked away, his eyes pricking red as he covered his mouth with one of his hands, a curtain to cover a painful scene. She nodded her head. "I'll leave you to process everything. I'll have them save you a plate." She said gently, before exiting the room. Mingyu refused to look up at her as the door closed, leaving him feeling just as trapped in his father's study as in this situation.

It has been a week since then.

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Mingyu was sitting on the patio in his father's mansion. He was sipping water, overlooking the vast landscape just beyond his father's land. He always loved admiring the landscape, the still yet beautiful image enough to calm him down. However, no matter how long he looked now, he felt anything other than calm. He set his water down, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. Not even the cool summer breeze was enough to calm him down.

I heard her tell Joshua that she loved him at the beach house.

"There's no way..." he thought to himself, grimacing at the thought. "There's no way I was wrong this entire time..." He thought back to your dinner together, the smile on your face, the tears in your eyes as you admired your gift. The genuine blush on your cheeks after your kiss in his car. "There's no way it was fake."

That notion became eclipsed by other thoughts. Joshua's eyes as they studied your frame, the same way Mingyu did. The way he clung to you, tight and protective. The way he stared down Mingyu in front of the library at the thought that Mingyu had wronged you in any way. What gave him the right, other than devoted love for someone else? Mingyu chewed on his lip, in the same spot he had been in for hours, he could feel the irritated skin in between his teeth but he did not care.

All that work we put into her birthday and she does that the first night. I'm sorry I should have told you sooner.

If she continues to prove as a distraction, I'll have her expelled.

Mingyu shook his head, leaning forward and continuing to stare at the landscape. "There's no way." He said again, hoping the repetition would convince him of the fact. "I have to ask her myself..." He finally stood up and walked back into the house. He put his hands in his pockets, strolling down the hall and into the second-floor common room, where he saw one of his father's workers. "Mr. Park?" he called, alerting the man's attention from his paperwork. "Can you pick someone up for me?" Mr. Park nodded.

"Your father's already sent for her..." He said simply. Mingyu felt his heart drop as Mr. Park headed down the hallway.

"Where is she?" he mumbled to himself.

You were currently sitting at the local sandwich shop with your friends, staring at your phone. A weird sense of déjà vu filled your chest. However, this time, Mingyu was a few-minute drive away, yet still no word from him since the both of you kissed goodbye in front of your apartment. You scrolled the long wave of text messages you sent him, the worry of double-texting and triple-texting long gone after the third or fourth time you did it. You tapped at each message, hoping maybe you missed a reply or a phone call from him, and all of this would be solved, chalked up to a miscommunication that you could both laugh about on your first anniversary. However, no new messages popped up in your feed, and your heart only sank further and further into your chest.

"What the hell is up with him?" Minnie huffed. "I know he sometimes gets busy but I mean come on!"

"I haven't gotten in touch with him, either," Seungkwan said. "Or Mina." Hoshi held his phone up as well, showing all messages to Mingyu both individually and in the group chat remaining unread.

"I hope Mingyu is okay." A cute pout curled on Hoshi's face. "Could his phone have broken?"

"With his money, I doubt that," Seungkwan stated. "But if he was busy to such a scale where he goes MIA right after a vacation like this, he would let us know."

"Yeah..." you said softly. You pressed your hand to your necklace, holding the pink heart gently in your hands. "I'm worried." While your worry was rooted in Mingyu's well-being, you also grew worried for the two angels sitting on either side of you. During this entire week, your contract seals had remained red, a painful color that the duo began hating to look at. They had no idea what to do; or how to solve the problem. You looked between them, seeing them stare at the others as they threw out ideas on how to solve the problem. While they listened, you reached out and took their hands in yours, finally causing them to look over.

"Eat," you said, nudging to their barely touched plates. When they didn't respond, you pushed their plates closer to them. "Eat," you repeated. Reluctantly, the duo began eating their food again, and you turned to your friends. "I'm going to go visit."

"Let us come too." Hoshi offered, leaning forward. "If we all go, then he can't turn us all away."

"They absolutely can," Seungkwan said, receiving a pout from Hoshi.

"But Hoshi's got the right idea." Minnie turned to you, smiling. "Why don't we meet at your house in 20 minutes?"

You arched an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Why my house? I'm not close to the bus station."

"Because you're his girlfriend so it only makes sense that we make your apartment home base in all things related to Mingyu." She pointed out. Your expression turned to that of disbelief at Minnie's ridiculous reason. It only made her smile a bit. "What?"

"That's the biggest reach I've ever heard." Despite this, however, you nodded. "But I guess we can meet at my house and all go together."

"Operation: Save Mingyu starts now!" Hoshi cheered, pumping his fist in the air in excitement. You smiled at the sight, hoping that this new wave of optimism would crash into you as well, making you feel just a little better. Your friends headed out of the shop, chatting to themselves. When you saw Joshua and Jeonghan get up to join, you took their arms, sitting them back down.

"What?" Jeonghan asked. You motioned to their plates.

"You're not done." You said. Your motherly quality caused the duo to smile a bit in amusement, the first time since panic started to set in for them. "Finish, then go get Jihoon. If we're going to visit Mingyu, we should all be there."

The group split up, heading to their houses to gather what they needed for their trip: snacks, games, and anything they could use to keep Mingyu with them when they went to visit. The more stuff they had to do, the longer they could all be together and hopefully get to the bottom of this. At least, you hoped. As you headed back to your apartment, you rested against the elevator wall as it rose each floor. The same elevator that held the both of you after your first date back from Jeju only a week ago, the same elevator that almost caught sight of your first kiss a few weeks before that. A deep sigh wrecked your body as you closed your eyes. "I hope you're okay, Mingyu." You whispered out loud, hoping your prayer reached the ears of the one person who could make it happen. The sound of the dinging elevator caused you to open your eyes, and stand up straight as you stepped onto the floor. Down the hall, your eyes locked on two people standing in front of your door. One waited patiently as the other knocked a few times. They were both dressed in nice suits, clean-shaven and seemed very stoic. You walked over, hand gripping your key tightly in your pocket as you did so. "Hello." You called. "Is there something I can help you with?"

One of the men coughed into his hand as he turned to you. "Are you friends with Mr. Kim Mingyu?" Hearing his name caused your heart to speed up in your chest, and you nodded. "We work for his father. We were told to come and get you, and bring you to the house. There's something he needs to speak with you about."

"Me?" you gasped in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"You're Kim Mingyu's uh...." He paused for a second. "Friend, right?" When he uttered your name, you nodded again. "Then yes. You. If you'll please follow us, our car is parked right downstairs."

"Uhm." You watched as the duo walked past you, towards the elevator. For a second, you wondered if you should tell them of your plans to head to the house with the group. However, worried that sharing this would lead to conflict, you simply followed behind them. They led you to the car, one of them opening the back seat and allowing you inside. As the car started, you pulled up your phone and opened the group chat, the one that Jihoon was added to and Mingyu was taken out of since this entire thing started.

I'm going now. Wait at my apartment.

With that text sent, you set your phone in your pocket and looked out the window, watching the streets go by as you saw Mingyu inched closer and closer. You knew seeing Mingyu again after your last encounter would leave familiar butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach, but you never once thought that it would be feelings of anxiety rather than feelings of excitement as the butterflies tried to escape your body.

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"They're red?" Jihoon's eyes widened as he looked at the two men. They didn't seem glad to repeat the entire story once again, simply nodding from across the table in Jihoon's little apartment. Jihoon whistled. "Damn."

"What do we do?" Joshua asked.

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No," Jeonghan said. "We thought it would fix itself. I mean, we saw the two of them get together."

"And our deal was to help the both of them get together," Joshua said. "We're going there now to see if we can talk to Mingyu and figure out what happened." Jihoon thought back to Mina's expressions and demeanor the last night at the beach house. How sullen and upset she looked seeing you and Mingyu together the entire weekend, and knowing she helped cause it. Jihoon, in a way, knew that feeling well.

I didn't get her anything. Mina's voice chimed in his ears.

"I have a feeling I know what happened," Jihoon said. "But I can't say for sure 'til we see Mingyu and clear everything up." Jeonghan and Joshua watched Jihoon rise from his chair. "Let's go, then." Just as the group was about to head to the rendezvous spot, Jihoon felt his phone vibrate. Looking down, he pulled it out, seeing your message pop up. "Huh. That's not good."

"What?" Joshua asked. Jihoon turned around and showed them the text you had sent in the back of Mingyu's car.

"If you two think you're going to be stuck here, invest in some phones. She's going there right now."

"...WHAT?!" The duo shouted.

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"Right this way." You heard one of the workers say. You followed, eyes scanning the hall as you walked. The walls, high-vaulted and expensive, were filled with expensive photos and furniture. The expensive furniture held the expensive plants and picture frames. Everything felt...expensive. The price of one item cost more than your entire apartment, and there were about 500 of your apartments scattered throughout the enormous house. You had only been over to the house a few times since meeting Mingyu, finding that he mostly invited the guys over during downtime. You were led to a set of large, regal doors at the end of the hallway, right around the corner from a flight of stairs. The worker knocked, before a booming: "Come in!" Was heard on the other side. The doors were swung open, and the worker stepped aside, allowing you to step into the room.

You did so with a polite nod to the worker, stepping in. The sounds of the doors closing behind you startled you, and you suddenly felt like a small animal trapped in the lion's den. Dread tickled your insides just a bit at the feeling. You scanned the area for one moment before the sound of a chair creaking with someone's movement alerted your eyes. When you turned your head, there he was: the lion.

"Hello." Mr. Kim said sweetly. You bowed.

"Hello, Sir." You said quickly.

"Please, sit." When you looked up again, your eyes immediately fell to the couch opposite where you were motioned. You felt that tickling sense of dread sprout from your stomach and into your chest as you saw Mina and Mingyu sitting side by side. Mina was smiling at you. Mingyu had his head turned, elbow resting on the arm of the couch to cover his mouth. His eyes were staring directly out the large window that sat in the back of the room, painting Korea's skyline as a backdrop for the entire room. As you finally took a seat, Mina spoke up:

"Hi." She smiled. "I'm sorry I left so abruptly last week. I needed to attend to things as soon as I got back."

"It's okay..." you said softly. When your eyes darted to Mingyu, he didn't move. "We were all just thinking of stopping by to see you. We were worried when you weren't messaging us."

"...I don't have my phone." Was all he muttered under his hand. Your next statement was blocked by Mr. Kim as he spoke up.

"It's a good thing we brought you here, then. There's some news we want to share with you." He said. Just then, Mina leaned forward, pushing a small white envelope in your direction. You seemed confused as to what it meant, and what you were expected to do with it. Mr. Kim motioned his hands to it. "Open it." Your eyes cast to Mingyu momentarily, hoping for some explanation. However, he didn't respond, eyes still staring at the skyline. Finally, you picked up the envelope, opened it, and pulled out a beautifully created card. As your eyes scanned the contents, you felt your heart drop in your chest, swallowed up by that growing pit in your stomach.

Kim Mingyu and Myoui Mina Engagement Party

August 27th

As you scanned the details, your fingers wrapped around the paper in shock. Your eyes shot up to Mina, who smiled.

"We've gotten engaged." She said softly. "We'll be married by the end of the year. That way we can finish our studies, and have a lovely Christmas wedding." She smiled at the idea, the picture-perfect wedding with the picture-perfect couple.

I will end as Mingyu's wife.

Mina's sentence read more like a threat in this new context, and you felt your breath hitch.

"Mingyu-." You called. You could see Mingyu's lip behind his hand just slightly as he chewed on it, biting back his pain as your voice cracked.

"I hate to inform you this way, as you seem shocked." Mr. Kim chimed in, and you looked over to him. "You've been a wonderful friend to my son. I can tell. However, with his college education coming to an end soon, he needs to focus on his role as a lawyer in our firm. He needs to focus on his responsibilities, including his future marriage." You watched him motion to Mina. "Mina is someone we have considered for him for a short time, but it has proven that she is the...best fit for him in achieving these goals." You looked over at Mina, feeling your eyes well with tears.

"Mina..." you said softly. "I thought-."

"I'm sorry it had to happen this way." She said, and it hurt you more seeing that she seemed pretty genuine about it.

Once again, your eyes darted to Mingyu. "Are you going to say anything?" you asked. Mingyu's eyes shook, his hand gripping his jaw as he continued to stay silent.

"Mingyu is still adjusting to the entire thing. It happened very quickly, in light of new information as well. We made the decision right as you all returned from your trip." You looked down at the card in your hands, which was starting to bend under your ever-tightening grip.

"Sir, I'm sorry." You said softly. Mr. Kim tilted his head. "Mingyu and I, that weekend in Jeju, we-."

"I know." He said. "I know you two had a little fling together." The word 'fling' stung as it pierced your ears, and they began ringing as he continued. "But, to put it simply, there are many reasons you were not chosen to remain in a relationship with my son. You don't have anything that will provide my son with the support he needs as a future lawyer. You and my son come from two different worlds, which is fine when it comes to friendship. However, that is all it is...friendship. It can't go beyond that." You hoped that your breath, which threatened to pick up and get more labored, would remain slow and steady. Mr. Kim simply continued. "Also, I have learned a lot of different things about you. In a short time, I will admit. However, I just don't see this fit working in the long run. You're not...enough."

That comment, along with Mingyu finally snapping his eyes at his father to yell at him to stop, burned into your brain. You looked down at the card one last time, the father and son argument happening beside you feeling more like white noise at this point.

I just want to be with you. Whatever that means, I'll do it.

You immediately folded the paper up, sticking it in your bag, and stood up. Mingyu and his father looked in your direction. You offered one more look at Mingyu, nodding your head. "Congratulations." You said gently.

"No." Mingyu rose from his spot as you bowed to his father. Fixing the strap of your purse, you headed out the door. Mingyu watched, letting out a ragged breath as his heartbeat started to slow down. He sank onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his father. "I told you I wouldn't take over the company." He said immediately, hoping and praying his previous threat would once again hold water. His father looked completely uninterested.

"You would have left already." He said simply. "Mingyu, you need to face the truth. You're a lawyer at heart." He said simply. "And her leaving just now, is all the evidence we both needed to know that she does not really care about you. At least, not in the way that you thought. She'll probably go cry in that other young man's arms, and we will all move on to better things."

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As you walked down the hallway, you felt numb. You couldn't hear your feet clacking on the hard floor, or your heart beating, or your eyes and throat burning. You couldn't feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, or the chill of your necklace on your skin. When you reached up to touch it, your pace finally slowed. You stood at the top of the stairs leading to the front door when you heard your name being called. Turning around, you saw Mina hurry in your direction. As she slowed her pace, she took a deep breath.

"Please don't leave angry." She begged.

"What?" you asked, feeling the burning in your eyes start to blur your vision. "You made me sit through that, then ask me not to leave angry? You're really more selfish than I thought. Were you planning this from the beginning?"

"No." she gasped. "I didn't want to resort to this. I mean that." She sighed. "But Mingyu's father never would have allowed you two to be together. You're both just too different. You're not the type of person to watch as Mingyu suffers."

"He's suffering right now. Didn't you see him?" you asked. Mina stepped closer to you.

"I know he's hurting right now because I know how much you mean to him. But this, in the long run, is the best bet for all of us. You two can stay friends, and Mingyu will live a happy comfortable life. I still want that. I want us all to be friends and spend time together. Like we talked about in Jeju."

"After this? Are you crazy, Mina?!" You snapped, wiping the few tears trickling down your cheeks. "Or are you really just that mean to ask me such a thing? I thought we were friends. I thought you had gotten over this."

Mina only shook her head. "I love him too. I'll fight for him until the end." She said simply. You watched as Mina tucked some hair behind her ear, admiring her beautiful and delicate features. She really did look like the bride of a successful and rich lawyer. "Besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea. You of all people should know that." You scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked.

Mina only added: "All of you are invited to the engagement party. Maybe you can go with Joshua on your arm." She smiled, and for the first time, you could have sworn you felt a hint of her deep-rooted jealousy bubbling behind those beautiful lips. "He totally is in love with you, after all." You finally managed to yank your arms away, tears unable to stop themselves now. Mina sighed nodding her head. "I understand you want to leave now. I'll go." Without another word, she headed back to the office, leaving you in stunned silence. Just as she left your view, Mingyu entered it. You felt time freeze, legs unable to move as he hurried over to you. He called your name, though you had no intention of leaving.

"Please don't go." He said.

"What's going on?" you asked. Another question shot through your brain, and you felt your eyes water more. "What did I do?"

Mingyu's eyes widened as he reached out, taking your arms into his hands, hoping the gentleness of his touch you soothe your trembling body. You looked down, but Mingyu tried to lower his head so he could still catch your eyes. "Nothing!" he gasped. "I swear. I was not made aware of this entire plot until I got home...."

"Why have you ignored me for an entire week?"

"I've been fighting for an entire week to fix this." He said quickly. "Do you really think I'm happy about this?!" When Mingyu saw you sniffle, he reached out to wipe your eyes, but you pushed them away.

"What could have possibly changed in a week?" you asked, finally looking up at him. Mingyu simply stared at your tear-stricken face, knowing from his previous failed attempt he was forbidden to touch and comfort you the way he wanted. "I don't understand!"

Just as Mingyu was about to speak, a familiar threat tickled his brain like poisonous snake venom, keeping him frozen in place. If your little fling continues to be a distraction, I will have her expelled from school so she can't bother you. His father's words burned in the back of his mind, the silence only making you growmore anxious. You studied his eyes in hopes of finding an answer, but none came.

"If I didn't do anything....why are you looking at me like that, Mingyu?" You sniffled. Mingyu blinked, stepped back a bit, and pursed his lips together. You sniffled. "I did do something, what happened? Please tell me..."

Mingyu blinked, a shaky breath escaping. "...Did you tell Joshua-Hyung you loved him at the beach house?" he asked softly. Your eyes widened; your mouth stuck in a slack-jawed state. It took a second to process what he said, but that minute of your stunned expression caused Mingyu's confused eyes to avoid yours. "I heard you did. The first night."

Sadness turned into anger in a matter of seconds. "From who? Mina?!" You gasped. Mingyu said nothing, and you exhaled a deep shaky breath that shook your heart violently. "I...I thought it was you I was talking to." Mingyu watched as you finally allowed yourself to wipe your eyes. He studied the expression on your face as if it would reveal the truth to him.

"We don't look anything alike..." he said softly.

"I was drunk, it was dark, and I was half-asleep..." you said simply. "You know how drunk we all got that night...." Mingyu pursed his lips together. You felt your shoulders drop; your throat close as you covered your mouth with your hands. "Mingyu," you said again, the sadness in your voice hitting him like a bullet.

"...I don't...I don't think I fully believe you." He said, the words seeming to pain him to say just as much as they pained you to hear.

You felt your entire world come to a screeching fault as those comments parked in your brain. "What?"

"I thought about it the entire week after I heard. Why don't you ever stop him....when he flirts with you right in front of me?" He asked.

"Mingyu." You stressed again. "Are you serious?"

" I thought it was all in good fun at first. But I see how he looks at you. I actually don't think you realize it yourself fully, which I think makes it worse." he said. "Doeshe love you?" When you went quiet, an image of Joshua collapsing among the fireworks flashed in your brain, along with Jihoon's comments.

He's starting to experience more intense feelings of jealousy, anger, and lust.

Mingyu scoffed, and when you looked at him, he avoided your gaze, his lips brushing over his lips briefly as he tried to find his next words. "I figured."

"Mingyu, you need to trust me," you begged. "This is not what you think it is. I promise." Mingyu looked at you again, nodding his head.

"Then what is it?" he asked curiously. "I'm asking because I genuinely want to know."'

"I don't know," you said softly. "I can only speak for myself. Not him." Mingyu simply nodded his head, waiting for you to do so. "I don't have feelings for Joshua the way you think I do."

"Mmm..." Mingyu's soft hum to indicate he was listening hurt more than any of the other accusations he threw your way. You frowned, nodding your head.

"But, if you've chosen to believe Mina and make up your mind, then fine..." You reached your hands up, Mingyu's eyes following as you fumbled with the chain on the back of your neck. When the hook unlocked, you pulled it forward, dangling it in front of him. "Here. Consider it a wedding present."

Mingyu's hand stretched out to grab it just in time for your fingers to release it, feeling the cool metal pool in his hand. When he looked up, you were already descending down the stairs and heading out the door.

When Mina called him from down the hall, he couldn't look, he could only make his way down the hallway and towards his room.

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The ride home was long... too long. You arrived home to your door propped open just a bit, seemingly forgotten about as more and more people filed in. The entire cab ride home, the world had felt like a buzz. You had long since stopped crying, but it was probably because you physically couldn't anymore. Maybe it was because of the looks the cab driver was giving you from the rearview. Tears were drained from your body, and whenever you even thought that you had more to shed, a violent cough coursed through your body instead, your eyes strained and blurry. Muffled voices were heard as you got closer and closer to the door.

"I hope everything is getting sorted out." That was Hoshi.

"I still think we should go, too," Minnie said.

"No. It's not our battle to fight. Not if they asked for her specifically." That was Jihoon. You stood by the door for a second, looking down at your hands. You couldn't see it, but those red flashing symbols phased into your consciousness, and for a moment you felt that you were also someone cast out of heaven. The crime, you were unsure, but the punishment was severe and there was no way to fix it. You rested your head against the wall, your body finally feeling one sensation after what felt like hours: heaviness.

"When will she be back?" Seungkwan asked.

"Hopefully soon," Joshua said gently. When the conversations inside began to overlap, you took another deep breath. Pushing yourself off the wall, you walked into the apartment. The propped open door swung all the way open and alerted the attention of everyone. You couldn't really tell by their expression since your eyes were completely unfocused and most likely disassociating, but the vibe grew tense.

"W-what the hell happened?!" You heard Hoshi ask."Did you get drunk?"

"Heh, I wish. Oh, uhm...." You stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind you. The force of the door closing caused you to lose your balance, falling back against it. You sank to the floor, legs spread out in front of you as your head rested against the door. Footsteps approached you, and when you looked up, Joshua and Jeonghan were squatting down beside you. The red symbols flashed in your mind again, and that was when you realized your body still had more tears to shed.

"Hold on." You felt Joshua's hands reach out to you, pressing against you in the way they always do when he is attempting to calm you. However, this time, no warm glow coursed through your body, even a little. You sniffled, covering your eyes as the sobs only got harder and louder, echoing throughout the tiny apartment. Joshua looked at Jeonghan in shock. "It's not working." He whispered. You immediately reached forward, shoving Joshua backward. In his squatting position, the suddenness of your shove caused him to stumble back. "H-hey! What's wrong?!"

You looked at him for a minute, sniffling as veils of tears behind your eyes, the pressure and force of your attempts to breathe once again causing you to cough into your hand. Jeonghan immediately nestled next to you, allowing Joshua time to regain his balance. Watching Joshua's confused face as he studied you, hand extended just briefly in case you needed it, guilt washed over you. "Sorry," you said, voice hoarse and strained. Joshua simply sat beside you as you rubbed your face with your hands.

"You need to calm down at tell us what happened," Joshua begged softly, no hint of malice in his face, a hand finding itself on your back. He rubbed it, hoping the sensation would soothe you in a way his powers no longer could. Jeonghan used his free hand to get a tissue from Minnie, waiting for a chance to clean your face up of its dried tears. You coughed again, body shaking from the force of the cough.

"You can't keep crying and coughing or you'll throw up. Calm down, now." Jeonghan warned gently. You wiped your eyes, looking up at the two of them. They both watched as you shook your head, more tears falling as you muttered:

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't good enough." Before the tears finally began flowing once again. 

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pairing ▸ partner!wen junhui x gn!reader genre ▸ drabble, domestic fluff, fluff, slight suggestive (?? idk man) warnings ▸ none !! [lmk if there are ] wc ▸ 485

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A figure peeks into the bedroom. The only light in the room is the light of the clock, ticking it’s digital numbers into the night.

”Honey?” Jun whispers into the darkness in which silence replies. You keep your mouth shut, not replying to make it seem you are asleep. A few seconds pass before he closes the door.

Okay, you don’t have a problem or something, in fact you adored sleep. It just eventually became a habit of yours to wait until Jun arrives home to actually close your eyes. Despite other people’s comments and even Jun himself telling you not to.

”I love you, but no need.” He had said with a smile one day. A silent nudge to tell you to get some damn sleep.

Tonight, like any other one, just as you hear the door knob click and the footsteps of Jun quietly going to the bathroom, your eyelids instantly feel heavier and sleepiness start to take over your body. Fluffing your pillow and snuggling closer into the warmth of the bed you slowly drift off to dreamland.

The clock strikes 2 AM when the mattress dips from his weight. Work those days had been weighing him down and he rarely gets to see you. His heart honestly did flutter at your gesture to wait for him before sleeping but he knew it wasn’t good for you. The way you found ways of still showing him affection despite his hard career, he loved so much!

Jun, hair damp, chest bare, shifts on the cold bedsheets. His quiet breathing fill the dark room as he lays on his side, a delicate hand tracing the folds of your pillowcase. He rests a light kiss on your cheekbone, his soft lips leaving a stamp of love on your skin. Your eyes slightly flutter at the sudden movement on the bed and you slowly gain consciousness. His low chuckle sent chills down your spine.

“Let’s be honest, my love.” He intertwines your hands with his and kissed each of your knuckles. “Your sleeping act isn’t the best.”

A sleepy hum of protest answers him as you bury your face on the bed.

“If I go home early tomorrow, you’ll sleep early, deal?”

“Watch She’s Dating A Gangster with me then?” You whisper.

He sends out a hum of agreement, “Whatever your wish.” He kisses your forehead, in between your eyebrows.

8/10 times do you get to have these moments, a little key highlight of your nights. It calmed you– knowing he came through the front door alive and well, being able to survive another day. That’s what lulled you to sleep and comforted you on hectic nights.

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reblog for a kiss from jun 😱 ©eunhae (edited formally from my old blog wonieweb. sunghoon -> junhui HEHE) © DELUWOO – 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

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i need your best verkwan fics STAT.

my love for svt has rekindled and i am looking for some happy and dorky fics!!

any au really, as long as it’s good!! ^_^

[tinykittendelusion]

Wonwoo as a Dad

a/n: I've been Mia for a long time lol

triggers: none

Girl dad 101

He cries tears of joy when he finds out you're pregnant

The children's favourite storyteller. He uses different voices and accents while telling them stories

Learns to cook for his children and masters their favourite dishes

Was incharge of diaper changing when the kids were younger

Would take his kids out on daddy children dates very often

Calm dad chaotic child trope

Plays video games with his children

But also dresses up as a fairy for their tea party

The parent who helps with homework but the children end up helping him with basics

He drives his kids and their friends everywhere

Would love doing his daughters hair

When his kids first start school he seemed okay but as soon as the kids went in he started crying

Loves fake crying to annoy his kids

Cried when their children graduated and when they got their first job

Loves celebrating even the smallest of their achievements

Your children would have his first alcohol with him

When your children are much older they'd randomly meet him up for beer and games

Overall a chill fun parent