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huihuiheart · 2 months ago

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First For Forever - Woodz

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Pairing: Seungyoun x Afab! Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, Light Fluff, Smut

Summary: The happenings on you and Seungyoun’s wedding night. Something so sweet and loving and special.

Warnings: Very very slight ring kink, fingering, light cum eating, unprotected sex, implied cumming inside (though never explicitly said). I think that’s it this is really so soft I was like sick.

Word Count: 1751

The sparkle of his ring seemed to reflect off your eyes and it made him smile. You adored it so much, the way the ring sat on his finger showed the world that he was yours forever. He loved the way it seemed to affect you so, making you melt from any distance whenever your eyes picked up on it again. It had been an all-night occurrence throughout the long reception after your ceremony. Though Seungyoun was sure he was likely the same way after he proposed and placed the ring on your finger all those months ago, he’s just had time to adjust to the sight unlike you. It was cute how obvious you were though, even if you were also entirely clueless. He had no problem showing the ring off for you though, just like he had never had a problem displaying the claim you held entirely over him.

Seungyoun is quick in leaving the conversation he was a part of, despite having lost focus on it long ago in favor of noticing you, his bride, from across the room. Making his way back to you, after separating for the first time since the wedding with the goal of greeting more guests. Though neither of you seemed to be able to last without the other for long. Seungyoun smiling at you as he brushes some hair out of your eyes, the same eyes that followed the wedding ring throughout the motion. Only losing sight of it as his fingers brush over your cheek delicately, letting you feel the chill of the metal against your skin and making a shiver run down your spine.

“How are you feeling my love? Doing okay?” It was so simple and yet that alone could have you melting into him. Just leaning against him for a few moments, charging you back up some, even if your battery was draining for the night.

“Yeah, but I think after a few more songs I’ll be ready to tell everyone goodnight and get out of here.” You admit, swaying with him as he hums in response to you.

“You know I’ll never argue with a chance to get you all to myself.” Seungyoun chuckles, kissing your forehead, “Just tell me whenever really. I’m fine with partying longer, but I also would love to dote on my lovely wife, so I shall be content either way.”

You hum back, contemplating for a few moments before sighing, “Then why wait? It’s time to be alone, just us... husband and wife.”

"I couldn't agree more, sweetheart." Seungyoun guides you to make the final goodbyes and announce your send-off. Everyone going outside now to do that, lighting your path with lanterns made for such an occasion. Your husband opens the door to the car for you and lets you in before making his way now as well.

He doesn't drive for long seeing as how the two of you won't be leaving for your honeymoon tonight. Instead going back home tonight before leaving the following day to allow you both some comfort and rest before your trip.

Seungyoun helps you out of the car and guides you inside, arms slipping around your center from behind as you both look over your form in the mirror. His lips meet your bare shoulder with a smile, "How about I help you get more comfortable and then draw you a bath? You can relax while I bring in all the gifts."

"The gifts can wait. I just want you, love. Though you're more than welcome to get me more comfortable. I would love nothing more than your touch right now." Seungyoun chuckles, drawing back just to work on unlacing the back of your dress.

“So impatient all the time.” He teases smirking at you in the mirror, “You can wait a little longer my love.”

Your soft whines are cut short when he starts placing tender kisses over your neck, fingers finally slipping under your dress now that it’s fully unlaced and moving to help you slip it off.

“This was tied so tightly on you sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were uncomfortable sooner?” He takes your hand to help you step out of the dress now pooling at your feet, leaving you simply in panties and your glittering shoes.

“I barely noticed most of the night, too elated to finally fully be yours.” You admit, not letting go of his hand as you step closer now.

“You can just admit that I’m distracting sweetheart.” Seungyoun teases, his tongue poking at his cheek as he does before he smirks at you, “You are too though. Especially because I couldn’t help but think about how I wanted to show you all the love that I hold for you tonight my lovely wife.”

“And will you show me all the love you hold for me tonight?” You ask him softly and Seungyoung smiles wider now than he has all night.

“Tonight and every night my lovely wife.” He tells you honestly before leaning in for a sweet kiss. Only this one has more heated undertones. Seungyoun hums into your mouth as he feels you working to unbutton his shirt. His tie had been lost somewhere in the chaos of the car having thrown it in with things after having removed it at the reception. Something you were thankful for as it now meant one less offensive article between you and him. Seungyoun pulls away as you push his shirt off.

“Lay down love, I want to spoil you.” He says, hands on your hips as he already guides you to lay back onto the bed for him. Seungyoun carefully slips your panties off but leaves your shoes on to add to how you’re adorned beneath him. Glittering from the shows and the jewelry gifted to you by him, as well as your wetness of course.

“I don’t think there’s a prettier sight in the world.” Seungyoun’s praise makes you whine, squirming a little at the heat of his gaze. He’s on a mission though, truly meaning it when he said he wanted to spoil you. Two of his fingers slip through your folds to collect some of your arousal before circling lightly over your clit to get more of that. His intent is not to tease though so once he feels you’ve given him enough more his middle finger slips inside while his thumb takes over on your clit. His movements are slow but deliberate, not teasing or lazy. He is in no rush, wanting to allow you both to savor this moment. Seungyoun’s actions seek out all of the points that make you feel the best while his pace allows him to ensure that every detail no matter how minuscule can be committed to memory.

This was not the first time that you both were intimate, but this time was different, special. You were reminded of this when his ring finger slipped in beside his other one, gasping a little louder at the feeling of the cold metal ring there now. Seungyoun’s pupils dilate further at how it shines brighter now that it’s covered in you. The ring teases against you with each slow drag of his fingers until Seungyoun finally pushes them a little deeper when your thighs begin to tremble just slightly.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for your husband my love.” Seungyoun softly eggs you on as his fingers work more deliberately to get you there, “I want you to show me how good and loved you feel. I want you to leave a trail of it on my fingers and ring my beautiful wife.”

His sweet words, as they often were, became your undoing. The final push that you needed to give in to how good Seungyoun was making you feel. Something special in the air between you both. Seungyoun’s gaze is soft yet lustful as he brings his fingers to his mouth, humming at the taste of you. His saliva drips down to glisten along with your cum on his wedding ring until he cleans there as well. His hand then cups your jaw, tilting your head to look at him as he settles on his knees between your legs.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me, love. I want us to be fully immersed in one another on our first night as husband and wife.” Seungyoun leans down to place a delicate kiss on your lips for a brief moment before he looks back into your eyes as he slowly pushes in. His gaze never wavers as he intently takes in every expression you make for him, adoring how your eyes are practically filled with stars as you look back up at him.

Seungyoun’s actions now follow the same pattern as earlier. Every move that he makes is slow and purposeful, a deliberate attempt at reveling in every flawlessly pleasurable detail of you both inside and out. In the process allowing for you to do the same. Spending more time in the bliss of each other now than when you first obsessively learned each other’s bodies. Seungyoun is getting as deep as he can as if he’s looking to learn even more and offer you the same. His pace however does not mean he lacks a desire to make you fall apart for him, on the contrary. He shows you this in how he intentionally moves to press against every spot that sends tingles through your body and his constant attention to your clit. Like him you wish that you could stay in this heavenly moment forever, it is simply too good for that to happen though. Your body signaling that your end was soon to come to your disappointment, especially as Seungyoun notices.

“It’s okay love you can cum for me. We’re husband and wife now, devoted to one another forever. Which means I will work to always give you whatever you desire and deserve including these moments.” Seungyoun assures you watching how your eyes glitter with a few tears at his loving words before being swept away in pleasure. Your expressions and sounds of pure bliss are what send Seungyoun over the edge as well. The man is not working so hard with his thrusts as he rides you both through it, smiling at you as he watches you blink back out of the haze of your orgasm, “I meant every word of what I said, sweetheart… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#fic: first for forever #woodz smut #woodz imagine #woodz x reader #woodz fluff

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seokmattchuus · 5 months ago

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Optional Bias Masterlist

💜 - suggestive 🖤 - smut 🩵 - fluff 🩶 - angst 💚 - sad 🩷 - comedy

Tamed (Drabble) 🖤

Façade (Not posted on my blog, but I wrote it, and I’m proud gdi, okay ;-;) 🖤

Friends (Drabble) 🩵?

? (Drabble) 💜

Regrets (Drabble) 🩶?

Sober 🩶

Enough 🖤

Off-Script 🖤

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restlessmaknae · 1 year ago

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dating (hypothetically)

One helpful act on a stranger’s part leads to a headline article the next day, and in 24 hours, your whole life takes a turn when the stranger is revealed to be the heartthrob rocker, Cho Seungyoun.

➳ Characters: solo rock singer!Seungyoun x female reader/you

➳ Genre: comedy, fluff, showbiz au

➳ Words: 7.3k

➳ Warning: mentions of paparazzi, crazy fans and therapy

➳ A/N: Dedicated to @lily-blue

➳ WOODZ taglist: @dat-town

➳ Check out: my WOODZ masterlist

Straight out of a kdrama: WOODZ is pulling his alleged girlfriend out of harm in new pictures

One of today’s hottest items, Cho Seungyoun (also known by his stage name WOODZ) was seen in a rather intimate position with his alleged girlfriend on 20th May at around 9pm in Sogong-dong. In the pictures, we can clearly see the heartthrob rocker and a mysterious young lady talking in front of a 7-Eleven store, the girl reaching something out to him, then the multitalented singer-songwriter pulling her towards him - out of harm as a motorbike is seen passing by. The close scene is making fans swoon worldwide as it looks like a scene straight out of a kdrama.

However, some fans expressed their disappointment that their favourite singer is seen around a young lady as he has not announced that he was taken. On top of that, just a month before the incident, WOODZ was quick to reassure fans at his latest fansign that he was single, and went on to explain that his songs were mostly about searching for one’s self-identity, telling his haters off and raging about today’s society because he did not have a lot of experience in love.

Meanwhile, WOODZ debuted as a solo rock singer in 2021, and is one of the emerging artists of today’s music scene in South Korea, shaking up the hearts of young girls with his aesthetic and high-energy MVs, head bobbing songs and even his not so secret tattoos (which you can see in this previous article).

Check out the pictures of WOODZ and his alleged girlfriend below!

What do you think about the news? Are you happy for WOODZ and his alleged girlfriend?

Most of the time, you would not read such articles. You didn’t care about celebrities’ rumours, you watched their movies, shows and listened to their music, but you couldn’t care less about whom they dated and whom they didn’t. You knew that it was usually fake either way, or if it was actually true, then it was disgusting that paparazzis could put pictures up on the Internet, and the celebrities in question would be the ones receiving all the hate, not the ones who took the pictures without the others’ consent.

However, now, you were the one involved, you were the one seen in the pictures, and given the location, given the unmistakably hanging 7 on the sign behind you, anyone who frequented this particular area knew that it was this specific 7-Eleven, not somewhere else. Your boss had been meaning to fix the hanging 7 that was pretty much a safety hazard now, but to your luck, it was caught on camera just like your work outfit and your dyed blue-black hair even if your face was blurred out. Anyone who could put two and two together would know that you were working here, not just being here on a casual date with this so-called heartthrob at 9pm.

“This is just unbelievable, who do they think they are?” You exclaimed angrily as you tossed the phone showing the article back to your co-worker, Yohan. He was the one who had brought up if you had seen the article published early in the morning after you had asked him why there were more people here than usual, and why they were giving you odd glances. So while Minhee was taking over the counter, you and Yohan were in the staff room, away from the curious eyes. Who knew when paparazzi would show up here at this rate?

“I thought the same. You and a rock singer dating? Please,” the younger boy huffed as if he had any right to talk about your non-existent love life like that when he himself wasn’t any better. When a pretty girl showed up at the counter, he basically malfunctioned. He could only be bratty to girls who treated him like a younger brother - yourself included.

“We are not dating. I was just giving his wallet back because he had left it on the table inside the store, then he thanked me for it, and then, the motorbike guy came, and yes, he did pull me towards him, but it was anything but romantic. I felt so awkward, I wanted the ground to swallow me up.”

“But why? You are the one who always complains that chivalry is dead!” Yohan pointed out with a raise of his eyebrows, and you had to give it to him that he was right.

“I don’t know, it was just… weird. He’s practically a stranger!” You reasoned as you leaned onto the shelf with the uniforms, your head throbbing ever since you had laid your eyes on the article. This could not be happening… This had to be a dream… You were the most ordinary person on Earth, why did you have to get caught up in a dating rumour with a rock singer?

“So you didn’t even exchange numbers that would mean you could contact him now?” Yohan broke the momentary silence, his face pondering. You, on the other hand, gave him a deadly glare as if he had asked if you had killed a person.

“No, of course not. I’ve told you there’s nothing between us.”

“It’s not too good then. How are you going to discuss what to do about the whole situation?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if celebrities discuss these things when they are rumoured to be with common people,” you reasoned, letting out a huff of air at the end of your answer. You ran a hand through your hair, not caring about the mess you would leave behind because it was a mess either way. Not just your hair but the whole situation.

As if it could get any worse, the door of the staff room flung open, and your manager walked in with his hands on his hips.

“Would anyone mind telling me why people are asking ME if the girlfriend of a certain singer is working here? And by anyone, I mean you,” he said as he pointed at you. Oh, come on, could this get any worse?

“Look, there’s nothing going on between me and that certain singer, I swear. I just went after him last night because he left his wallet behind. That’s all.”

You tried with your most confident tone and your most convincing puppy eyes, but you should have known that didn’t work on your manager. He wasn’t a bad manager, if anything, he was a reasonable boss. However, what he hated the most was drama, and if anyone caused trouble, he would go absolutely feral. Good thing that he hadn’t yet done so.

“This is still not good. People are flooding the store, and they don’t even buy anything. How did they even know it’s our store?”

“It’s because of the hanging 7 above the door,” Yohan chirped in, and even though he wanted to be helpful, it didn’t work because your boss just became even angrier.

“Fine, then I’ll fix the sign now, and you should take the day off while we figure out how to keep the peace of our store.”

“But-” You tried to protest, but your boss didn’t let you, and told you firmly to take the day off. He even mentioned that you should try to dye back your hair in case that would help with people not recognising you around here, and whilst it was reasonable on his part, you felt like a child being reprimanded for something you hadn’t even committed.

May it be your fury or the fact that you had the whole day to yourself afterwards, but you had a plan: if you didn’t know how to contact that so-called singer, you should find out where his agency was, and maybe, they would help you settle the case if you were cooperative.

Or so you hoped.

When you let Yohan know about your plan before leaving the store, he insisted on accompanying you. He came up with sillier and sillier answers as to why (what if crazy fans would flock you? What if someone would throw eggs at you? What if they wanted to throw you out of the agency when they got to know why you were there?), so you told him you would wait until the end of his shift, and then you can go together. In the meantime, you looked up this so-called WOODZ’s agency - it was his own agency according to the articles which made everything more and less intimidating at the same time -, and spiralled down into the hellhole of the internet, seeing too many versions of the story of last night, but none of them were true. Some even went as far as to say that you had been kissing after this singer had pulled you closer to him, and one commenter even said that she saw you leaving the store with the celebrity. Absolute nonsense, absolute bonkers. If you hated gossip before, now you absolutely detested it.

Getting inside the agency was no big deal as it seemed that there was an exhibition part of the building about the artist’s life that fans could visit, but getting through the receptionist to talk to Cho Seungyoun himself was more difficult.

“We can’t just let anyone inside that says that they are the girl in the articles.”

“Do you think I would come here for fun if I wasn’t that girl?” You counter-attacked the receptionist dude who couldn’t let you in for safety reasons which you could understand, but still, his explanations were getting on your nerves.

“Crazy fans do exist,” Yohan blurted out absent-mindedly beside you, totally not helping the situation. You gave him a deadly side-eye before turning back to the receptionist.

“Do they even dye their hair to the colour of my hair?” You threw the question at the dude behind the desk, then threw your hands up in the air out of frustration. “Then, what can I do to meet him? Can’t you just tell him that I’m here, and he can see for himself whether it’s me or not, then problem solved,” you suggested as your last piece of hope, and that seemed to spark something in him.

He gave you one long stare before picking up the phone and calling someone (hopefully the so-called heartthrob), then randomly took a photo of you, and when you asked what it was for, he explained that it was for identification to send to Mr Cho as he called the artist. Yohan mumbled something along the lines of ‘how cool’, and before you knew it, you were given a visitor’s pass, and told to go to the fifth floor.

“And what about me?” Yohan puckered his lips at the receptionist who seemed to be on the edge already.

“And who would you be?”

“Her colleague. Her emotional support colleague who wants to make sure that she’s treated right,” he answered all too seriously, and if you didn’t know him, you would say that he was overreacting, but you knew that he could be very adamant when it was about people who were close to him.

You two had been on good terms ever since he had started working at the convenience store and given that you were older and had worked there already, you had been the one to show him the ropes, and you had developed this sibling kind of relationship quickly. He and Minhee could talk about all the boyish topics they wanted while you gave him life advice when he needed it and got him out of trouble when he messed up an invoice or clumsily broke something.

“Fine. But no pictures or videos, either of you,” the dude warned you both before giving out a visitor pass to the younger boy as well who giddily followed you through the gates, and eventually to the fifth floor.

As soon as you stepped out, there was a 30-something guy waiting for you two who introduced himself as Han Seungwoo, WOODZ’s manager. Then, he led you to a meeting room after a few empty corners, and when you stepped inside, the rock singer was already there, looking up from a bunch of documents when you stepped inside.

Last night, the singer had been wearing a casual grey hoodie, similarly plain sweatpants and no make-up. He had looked like your typical boy-next-door, although he was far from a young boy now, and you had no handsome neighbours like him. Even though you would have wanted to deny, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive, not in a pushy way, not in an overwhelming way, but there was a certain degree of boyishness mixed in with his muscular features, and he just looked nice, even as a casual visitor last night.

Now though in a chic white shirt pulled up until his elbows, sliced back hair, slight dark make-up, he did look extra fine. Damn it, it would have been easier to shout his head off (to find a solution to the problem at hand, of course) if he hadn’t looked like that.

He stood up, bowed at you two before signalling to the chairs on the other side of the table.

“Good afternoon! Please, take a seat,” he greeted you two politely, and you exchanged a glance with Yohan beside you. Was he always extra nice, or was it because he didn’t want you to get more frustrated because he believed that you weren’t in the best mood? Either way, he was like a real gentleman, and even his voice was gentle (was a rock singer allowed to have such a gentle voice?) as he introduced himself officially while all of you were taking a seat at the table.

The artist’s manager sat beside Seungyoun himself (he mentioned that he preferred his real name, not his stage name) while you and Yohan were on the other side, introducing yourself quite clumsily, to be honest. However, Seungyoun didn’t give you an odd glance when Yohan introduced himself as your little brother-like colleague who was definitely not your boyfriend before he wanted to know.

“Well, thank you for the information,” Seungyoun chuckled hearing the younger boy’s words, and his eyes turned into little crescents as he was laughing. That was really cute or something, but you weren’t here for that. You were here to get out of this mess.

“So uhm… I don’t know how people do this usually, but can’t you release an article saying that there’s nothing between us, and explain what happened exactly? It’s giving me a hard time at work, people are flooding the store and asking questions. My manager is also quite agitated,” you explained in one-go, hoping that all this newfound information will make him empathise with you enough to agree to your plan.

There was a few seconds of silence when Seungyoun and his manager exchanged a glance, and you felt your heartbeat picking up its pace. What if they thought you were crazy? What if they didn’t want to stir up even bigger of a mess? Such thoughts crossed your mind, but the casual way they gave in eased your worries.

“There’s no guarantee that the public would believe you two, but we can try with an official release on the agency’s side,” the manager articulated solemnly, and you nodded immediately, knowing all too well that the public could think whatever they wanted despite the truth being far from the situation.

So you got started on putting together a statement, and since you were already there, Seungyoun wanted you to have a say in this. Not because he didn’t remember what had happened the night before (you couldn’t have wiped the memory from your mind even if you had wanted to), but because he wanted your consent as to what they would put out. Yohan nudged you in the side hearing that, and you mouthed a why, but he just gave you a smug, boyish grin in return. What was he up to, jeez?

The statement took longer than you would have thought so, and Yohan got so bored in the meantime that he started scrolling on his phone. Thank god he did though because another mess was on its way, it seemed.

“Oh… Ooohh… This is not good,” he vocalised while you were doing the finishing touches on the text, and all eyes were on him now. He pushed his phone to the middle of the table, an anonymous post with the title ‘WOODZ’s alleged girlfriend is seen at the artist’s agency' open on it. You immediately snatched the phone and scrolled down to read what they had to say.

“I saw WOODZ’s alleged girlfriend entering the boy’s agency earlier today, about an hour ago. She was seen with another guy who seemed like her brother or something… Either way, here are the photos I’ve taken… You can clearly see that it’s her, and now we can be even more sure that he’s dating her,” you quoted from the post, your mouth hanging agape at the end as you looked at the photos taken of you and Yohan entering the building. Even though you both had masks on, your dyed hair was still the same, and it seemed that it was enough for the eagle-eyed fan to spot you and make it into an announcement.

You felt like the ground opened up beneath you. Just how… Why… How did this even happen? How could showbiz be like this? When the rumours and drama were far away from you in magazines and on online boards, it did seem bad, but not this bad when you were directly the target of these rumours. It was one thing that you had gotten swirled up in one rumour, but to be caught up in another one? Sure, you could have been more careful when you had entered the building, but should you be paranoid from now on?

“I think at this point it would be easier if you two just… dated,” Yohan blurted out casually, and you felt your eyes widen as you gave him a glare.

“He has a point,” Seungyoun’s manager, Seungwoo, voiced out his opinion as well, and given the singer’s solemn face and lack of response, you had a feeling that he felt the same way.

“That does not solve the problem of me not being able to work because of what’s happening at the store.”

“You can work here. We have some vacancies,” the rock singer suggested seriously, his eyes boring into yours. You could tell that he was being genuine, and since he was the CEO of his own company, he could make it work, but still…

“Wouldn’t that make everything worse?”

“Well, that depends on how you see it. If you work here, we can give you a piece of mind as no one will bother you here. You can also come in from the back or from the garage which are for staff only, not through the main entrance which is for the general public. We can also appoint you a security guard if you would like to. It’s my company, so we could also make adjustments as you see fit. You wouldn’t need to feel like you inconvenience anyone because this is what we do here, that’s our job,” he announced confidently as if he had practised it already. Maybe it wasn’t a surprise that he could lead his own company, he seemed to take everything into consideration while speaking eloquently about a matter.

“We can’t do that elsewhere, but I also understand that you have your own job, your own goals, your friends and colleagues there, so it might not be your first choice,” he added a bit belatedly when you still didn’t speak up. He kept the eye-contact with you, but that just made everything worse because you wanted to believe him. You felt like you could believe him when he looked at you like that, but it was still so sudden, so new and so… scary.

“I… I think I need a bit more time to think about this,” you concluded when you found your voice, and the artist and his manager both nodded.

Seungyoun asked his manager to give you a pass if you needed to come by in the future, you also exchanged contacts, and you also decided to drop posting the official announcement for now. The singer told you to contact him anytime you felt like you needed it because of the situation, and before you would have left, he even apologised for the trouble.

“It’s not your fault. You can’t change the fact that you are a celebrity,” you responded out of empathy, and you saw hurt flash across his orbs, but you didn’t want to ask about it. You were sure that he had his fair share of hardships while being in the spotlight even without articles being written about him.

Maybe he was going through one right now as well.

Working at Seungyoun’s agency seemed like the most reasonable choice given the circumstances, but it took you a whole bunch of supposedly helpful things - such as writing a pros and cons list - and totally unhelpful things - such as tossing and turning in bed at night for two days in a row to make that decision. In the meantime, you went to dye your hair to black and cut it jaw-length short - shorter than it had ever been - so as to at least confuse the paparazzi or fans if they passed you by or came by the store. You still got odd glances, but at least you could have some peace of mind before leaving the store - and your lovely coworkers - behind. Your manager let you quit immediately given the circumstances, and Seungyoun let you join a few days later when you felt ready and had enough of being scooped up at home. You were more nervous about going outside when you were alone at home than when you were actually outside.

It didn’t mean that it wasn’t scary, but they were really nice at the company, and apart from Seungwoo, the artist’s manager, and Wooseok, the receptionist (you got to know his name later on), no one knew who you actually were, which was a relief. You had your own pass, your own duties as an assistant in the production office, and since you were a newbie (and that’s how you had been introduced to everyone on the first day), no one looked at you weird or deemed you incapable. They showed you the ropes, and soon enough, you were sucked into the world of album production, concept making, marketing plans and merchandise distribution. In the meantime, the rumours died down a bit though it didn’t mean that you were 100% rid of your fears and slight paranoia whenever you stepped outside.

Seungyoun, on the other hand, was kind and polite like the first time you met him - to be precise, the second time, but the first one at his company -, and when you bumped into each other in the corridor, he frequently halted to ask how you were doing and what you were up to. He did that with other employees as well, so you weren’t an exception, but it felt nice that he cared nevertheless. Especially because you knew that he was super busy recording for a new album, and he had his own company to run, so he had a lot to do.

You did look him up in the meantime, listening to some of his songs, and actually found yourself growing fond of his own style, especially when you felt like you could conquer the world while listening to a few of his angriest songs (they were great for singing in the shower when the stress got to you).

However, you didn’t really look up his stages and such, so when you were in a meeting to decide on his outfits for his next comeback and they were showing old press and stage photos and even videos of past performances, you were taken aback to see more revealing clothes on him such as sleeveless shirts, blazers without anything underneath and tank tops. You hoped that no one noticed that you were visibly shocked because you sure were. Seeing him in his usual cardigan and cotton pants combo or elegant, usually loose shirts were common, but seeing him like that on stage… well, that made you feel a bit uneasy because he seemed to know the power he had on his fans.

Days went by, the comeback was closer, and days got longer as everyone prepared extra hard. So after a long day when you wanted to have some time to yourself before leaving for home and joining the hustle-bustle of the commuting city centre, you went up to the rooftop of the company building. You looked at the buzzing city beneath you with all its sparkling city lights while taking a few sips from your carbonated drink and trying to ease the headache that was creeping onto you.

However, when the door to the rooftop flung open, and Seungyoun himself walked out, you felt uncharacteristically bashful as if you had been caught red-handed being here. It was common for colleagues to come up here during breaks, you just happened to be here on your own now. Well, he didn’t seem to mind your presence either, just asked if he could join you.

“Sure. It’s your company after all,” you told him semi-jokingly, and he reciprocated your smile as he stepped beside you, leaning onto the rail just like you did. He had a really charming smile, you had to admit, and it was lovely when his eyes turned into little crescents because he was someone who had that typical cute eye smile that could make girls swoon.

“Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that it’s mine,” he admitted as he looked at the city. You had read that he had been writing and producing songs, even being a back-up vocalist for a lot of acclaimed artists before creating his own company and debuting as a solo artist. You didn't know before that people could be paid a lot from royalties, but he sure had his name on a lot of different artists’ songs, and he had also been working part-time before becoming a full-time musician. So he had absolutely worked hard for it, that was one for certain.

“Is it better or worse to have your own company?”

“In a lot of aspects, I think it’s better because I have a lot more freedom, I have a lot more say in my artistic direction, but on the other hand, if I get into a scandal or my sales go down, the whole company could suffer the consequences including the trainees and solo artists that are here now,” he concluded as eloquently as always, and you couldn’t help but think of the dating rumour that you two had been a part of.

“I’m sorry that-”

“You don’t need to be sorry for that. I didn’t mention the scandals because of that,” Seungyoun cut you off before you could immediately go full-on regretful mode. Then, he gave you a soft, gentle smile, and continued slowly yet confidently. “Part of being in this industry is about dealing with the rumours and groundless accusations. They are pretty much inevitable, so one needs to work on themselves to withstand it. I also did that through counselling, and I still see a psychologist from time to time. They’ve helped me a lot at the beginning of my career, and it’s good to have those sessions to clear my mind and give space to more important thoughts and ideas.”

You heard of the free psychological consultation artists, trainees and employees under the company could sign up for, and you applauded Seungyoun for the initiative and also for speaking up about the matter. It must not be easy for him with the stigma around mental health in the industry, but that was just one more reason you looked up to him.

Since he shared something more vulnerable about himself, you decided to do the same. So after a long breath, you shared with him that you had also seen a psychologist when you hadn’t gotten into university upon graduation, and you had believed that all of your dreams had been crashed and taken away from you. It had been such a dark time for you, something that you didn’t like talking about, but it led you to start working at the 7-Eleven and make friends with your colleagues - something that you had never taken for granted afterwards.

“What would you have wanted to become? If you don’t mind sharing,” he inquired after sharing your sentiment that reaching out to a professional in times of need isn’t unnecessary, but rather brave.

“You’re going to laugh-” You started tentatively as the young man turned towards you to give you a semi-offended glare.

“I won’t, I promise.”

He looked at you like a puppy that was waiting for a treat, eyes all shiny and bright under the dim lights around, and after a long sigh, you gave him your answer.

“I wanted to be a journalist. Not the gossip magazine type, but maybe writing about hidden gems in Seoul, travel content and interviewing people about their life stories.”

When you finished, there was a moment of silence before the boy erupted into laughter. You almost threw hands at him because he had promised not to laugh, but before you could do so, he justified his action, still giggling.

“I thought you would say something like… I don’t know… astrophilosophy, and that’s why you said I would laugh.”

“What? Would you have laughed if I had told you so?” You raised a challenging eyebrow, but in the next moment, you also found yourself laughing along with him.

Gosh, it seemed so easy to be around him like this, it almost seemed easy to imagine that it could always be like this with him despite you two having quite a bit of a history yourselves. You didn’t even want to think about the what ifs regarding your future, you just enjoyed this moment and the conversation you were having.

You didn’t know just how crazy a comeback season could be until you found yourself in one, but it was super busy, everyone was doing a lot of work, and although you were only an assistant, not the ones actually making decisions and tracking sales and engagement, you were always on the go as well. It kept your mind occupied, so you didn’t have to worry about your paranoid thoughts that actually easened a bit once Seungyoun made his comeback and mentioned that the truth wasn’t what was written in those articles once asked about it at a fansign.

He didn’t outright deny anything, he shared only this much, and asked fans to understand that if he didn’t come out with a story on his own, it was to protect the privacy of the person involved (aka you), and he wanted to be as considerate as possible in such an intrusive situation as it was. It seemed to calm the nerves of the fans, and since the boy didn’t post anything suspicious on social media or said anything that could indicate more, the rumours died down. Seungyoun even won at music shows and his album sales were solid, so the rumour didn’t seem to affect his comeback (thank god).

Yohan was having the time of his life in the meantime though, watching variety shows of Seungyoun during his breaks at work because he was loving the idea that you were now working for the singer (he said it was like a fanfic coming true). Instead of you, now he had Minhee and Hyeongjun - the new employee to replace you - to chat to, and as quiet as Minhee was, Hyeongjun was a chatterbox, so these three really gave you a headache with all their questions in the groupchat Yohan made for you all. Somehow it seemed that you adopted these boys as little brothers, and they were living their best life being your adopted siblings.

Thankfully, your parents were also reassured that even though you changed jobs so quickly, you managed the new tasks and responsibilities well, and despite them not having heard of your rumour before, you came clear to them, and explained everything. As expected, they believed you over the rumours and were extremely happy to see that the singer protected your privacy, yet stood up for you (and himself as well).

However, even with a pretty successful comeback season ending, work didn’t stop, and it was true for you and Seungyoun as well. You needed to ask him about some materials, but when you asked his manager, he told you to check his office first. The singer wasn’t there, so Seungwoo suggested his studio.

As you got closer to his recording studio, you could already hear an unfamiliar melody in the hallway. Not that you had listened to all of his songs (okay, maybe you had done so a few times), but you knew most of his songs, so you guessed that he wasn’t practising but rather working on new songs. You decided to ask about it once you knocked on the door and he let you in.

“Are you working on a new song?”

“Yeah, work never stops, and it’s good when inspiration hits,” he explained as he looked up from his keyboard, a weary albeit gentle smile playing on his lips. Even though you were here to ask a work-related question, you couldn’t help but pry a bit. You knew that he was always so enthusiastic to talk about his music to anyone, so you hoped he wouldn’t mind.

“It sounded a bit different from what you usually put out. Are you venturing into something new?” You quirked an eyebrow, curious and genuine as usual. He dropped a shy smile, scratching the back of his neck as if he was unsure what to call this new song.

“I want to, but I’m just experimenting for now,” he reasoned almost timidly, and this was the side of him that you usually didn’t see in a work setting. You saw clips of him being shy when fans complimented him or when other musicians called him their role model, but he was usually this confident, ever-so-ready-to-take-on-the-world kind of artist and CEO at the company, so it was rare to see him in such a state.

“Do you want to have a listen?” Seungyoun inquired as he kept the eye-contact. There was no challenge in his eyes, no fear, no pressure… He was just there, suggesting something that you didn’t know whether he suggested to a lot of people, but you didn’t have any reason to say no.

So you took a seat beside him while he was clicking something on his computer, then the first few accords of the song started slowly, calmly. It was like walking on the beach, by the ocean, reminiscing about the past while getting lost in the crystal clear water peacefully reaching for the sand under your feet. Then, the song gradually picked up its pace, and the waves started crashing down on the shore, unpredictable and hard, like a sudden rainpour that brings heavy winds, dark clouds and unforgiven rain.

The song went back to a more tranquil pace after the first chorus, but the waves hit again at the second chorus, and the water kept coming and coming through the bridge, and with one last burst of rage, it came to an end.

You felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs when it ended, the song felt so personal and raw. Just like how in those movies, you see all these flashbacks while the character is rushing to turn their life around, this is how you felt when you were listening to this song, and when it ended, it seemed like there was an intersection where you could choose where to go, what to take away with you.

“Wow… that was… amazing,” you jumbled the first words that came to your mind because truly, you were very positively taken aback.

“Did you really like it? You can be honest-”

“I really liked it. It was really heartbreaking though…” You admitted as you turned your head to look at the singer. When he was all scooped up like this, many empty water bottles on his desk, bright, wide eyes waiting for your answer, he seemed more like a school kid hoping that you liked the idea he had or the small thing he had put together than the CEO of this very company.

However, there must have been a reason he let you listen to this song, and even though you could have easily dodged the question, you decided to ask about it.

“Was it inspired by real life? You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t comfortable…”

“Yeah, it was,” he told you directly, cutting you off. There were a lot of instances when you could feel the emotion in a singer’s voice, and Seungyoun’s song had to be the prime example of that. It was like he was bleeding through the syllables, that’s why you had such a gut feeling.

You didn’t even want to push for more because he seemed to be zoning out after his answer, but a few seconds later, he started sharing the story behind the song.

“I had a relationship before I became a solo singer, and part of why she left me was because of me potentially becoming famous. We kept getting into arguments, and I knew I couldn’t ask her to stay because I understood a part of her reasoning, but after a while, she always found something to nitpick, and nothing I did seemed to please her. It just got messy, and I didn’t really write love songs because it was difficult not to be reminded of the whole experience. But now the inspiration just hit and this song was born in three days,” he shared without batting an eye.

The more he talked, the more your heart churned, and you wondered if it were to ever be released, how would this particular girl react to it. Seungyoun wrote in the song that he was madly in love, but he was tired of the arguments, and how she always left him first, leaving him behind, bleeding and badly hurt. It might have been even messier than you could have imagined.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumbled tentatively, though you wished you could have said more, said something better. You knew that relationships could be messy, but hearing about someone’s experience who was this gentle and who had such a big heart, you had this feeling that you wanted him to have the best possible relationship he could have. You wanted to see him happy, you wanted to hear his love songs that were more joyful. Was that weird?

Seungyoun’s raspy voice was the one that brought you back to reality.

“I just don’t know if I can ever ask anyone to give up a part of their privacy to be with me,” he shared like a sorrowful plea, and this time, you didn’t need to search for the words. You were ready to give him your point of view.

“Look, you made it happen in my case as well. I think you’ll be able to work it out if both parties want to.”

“Would you really let it?” Seungyoun inquired, and you didn’t have to ask him to specify what he meant. You knew that he was asking about you agreeing to a public relationship, and given that you had that experience or semi-experience, you knew that it was both easier and more complicated than one would think. Yet, it wasn’t the idea that surprised you, it was the way he asked about it. As if he was asking about it in your case as well. As if he was asking about it because…

“Like hypothetically, of course…” He added belatedly when he saw you gaping at him like a fish, unable to blurt out any coherent words.

“Of course…”

“If we actually dated, would you really be willing to give up a part of your privacy for me?” Seungyoun asked head-on, and though you were dancing along the lines of the hypothetical-not so hypothetical question, your heart was bouncing like crazy.

“Yes. You’re a great person and you deserve it. I mean, if hypothetically I was in love with you, I would feel that even more intensively. It might not work out, but at least I would want to give it a try,” you confessed straightforwardly, each and every one of your words genuine. From what you had seen and what you had experienced beside Seungyoun, you had a feeling that he would be the most caring, most considerate boyfriend who would want to do nothing but protect and cherish his significant other, and even just the thought of it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

His lips blossomed into a coy, yet joyous smile, and you had to look away for a few seconds to be able to think straight. Afterwards, you tried to divert the topic to the actual question you had come here to ask regarding work, but even after you dealt with that and left his studio, you had this fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

Oh boy, were you in love?

You didn’t mean to, but somehow you blurted out what you had talked about with Seungyoun regarding you two hypothetically dating, and Hyeongjun went crazy in the groupchat. He said that it was a sure sign the singer was in love with you, but you shrugged off his words.

Nevertheless, the more you tried to pay attention to Seungyoun’s actions towards you, the more you realised that despite him being a very polite person in general, he wasn’t like that to other employees; he didn’t get them their favourite brand of fruit juice at the end of long days, he didn’t have hour-long conversations with them on the rooftop of the agency, he didn’t share more and more songs with them in his studio after working hours, he didn’t offer them to give them a ride home, and he most definitely didn’t fall asleep on their shoulder once he pulled an all-nighter in his studio and was tired the next day.

On the other hand, with him, it wasn’t like crashing and burning, it was a gradual landing, not an instant fall. You both needed time to open up, to be more sure about the other’s intentions and feelings, and slowly yet surely, you walked towards the same direction. There was no grande scene either when you confessed, it was just like any other day, it was just like any other recording studio session when he showed you one of his songs, and somewhere along the lines, he admitted that his question wasn’t about hypothetically dating, and you admitted that you knew.

Afterwards, you were both smiles and giggles, and nothing really changed, except that there was an even more peaceful air around you two. Apart from that, everything was the same, you still kept things professional during working hours, but one thing was for sure: at least you could tell Hyeongjun that he was right: Seungyoun’s question wasn’t actually about hypothetically dating.

You didn’t even mind though.

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slytherinshua · 3 months ago

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*would include soloists like kim woojin, park jihoon, hwang minhyun, baekho, bambam, kino, woodz, gaho, ha hyunsang, kim wooseok, and possibly others

also would love and appreciate if you could specify what soloists you might be interested in reading for. i already write for some of these but wanted to expand for a while but idk if people would actually be interested??

++ for the other nuest boys i’d love to write for them too i just know they’re rly not as popular as soloists compared to minhyun and baekho. i might make a nuest masterlist if there’s anyone who wants to read those fics but idk 💔💔 stan nuest guys

#﹒polls　𓈃　ⵌ #pls vote it’s rly helpful #ik i can write for them whenever but i rly wanna know how many people would actually be INTERESTED in fics #so help me out <3

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The Case of the Detective’s Heart [7]

[Detective!Taehyun x Detective!Reader] [Part 7]

Pairing(s): Detective!Taehyun x Detective!Reader [ x Beomgyu?]

Genre(s): Mystery, thriller, (increasing!) romance, fluff, angst, lovers to enemies, friends to lovers

Contains: Lots of profanity, mentions of weaponry, blood, injury, implications of murder/violence, mention of su*cide, gaslighting, manipulative behaviour

Link: The Case Series Masterlist

Note: Would also recommend to listen to Woodz “Oo-Li” whilst reading. The entire album just fits the entire series perfectly!

Summary: His long brown locks, sharp eyes that stared at you with utmost softness accompanied with that smile which you sought more often than not. Your investigation progress was reaching its peak. It appears your feelings were also at their peak. Your feelings were beginning to mix into a messy concoction.

“Don’t you see the way I look at you, detective?”

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The young detective releases annoyed ‘tch,’ peering at the list of Police staff at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Station. What a bunch of incompetent fools!

He was sure to kill off the one that gave those two access to the files. No matter, whether they peeked at the files or not, it is no more than a mere hindrance.

Taehyun’s lips twitch, he was beginning to get agitated. Was everything going to plan (except gaining access to the files)? Indeed it was, after all, Taehyun was always one step ahead. He knew the investigation process like the back of his hand, he knew what step they’d take and which evidence they’d require.

His eyes scan his phone screen; he’d barely had a minute to himself, to unwind. He had to remain vigilant over these two pests. By instinct his fingers tap away into his camera roll to be bombarded with several photos of him and you together both on dates and within the office.

Taehyun ponders, he should have gotten rid of these ages ago. Why didn’t he? He smirks sliding through each image; he had to admit you were rather endearing back then. Hopelessly in love with him, looking up at him with the glittering eyes of adoration. You put him on a high pedestal and he thrived off it.

His grip tightens on his phone- now that was all gone. That pleasant relationship, that aura of fulfilment, being the treasure of someone’s eyes, all gone. All because you had to do some unnecessary snooping.

It’s always like this. It always ends up with him having to take out those he’s fond of. Yet he doesn’t want to stop, he doesn’t want to let go of the crown, he’s willing to sacrifice those just to sit on the throne of Seoul city as the prized, charismatic detective capable of solving any case given to him.

It had to remain that way, because whether the prideful detective liked it or not, he was nothing without his profession, his wealth and most importantly…his power.

His umber eyes peer back at your smiling face on the screen. A small laugh escapes his lips, it was adorable he thought. You going up against him. You had limited experience before joining his agency, though you were skilled. Though he thought you wouldn’t get far; that brat Beomgyu just had to join in, speed things up and ruin his entire image that he perfectly created for you.

He would never admit, that perhaps, he was a little fond of you. He liked seeing you so determined to take him down. Sickeningly, it made him feel more alive than ever. He knew he’d win but playing the game with someone as pure-willed as you with this pathetic notion of ‘justice,’ it was incredibly thrilling and amusing.

You were so predictable, the way you were so cautious around him. The way your walls were up. He even let you clear his desk despite your hesitance. Did you think he didn’t do it on purpose? Did you think he didn’t purposely leave a convenient map in the bottom drawer?

A laugh escapes his lips as he runs his fingers through his hair. It was all so charming. You were indeed making progress, but that’s because he allowed you to. However now, it was becoming a little alarming. You were getting law enforcement involved. The game has gotten more serious and he couldn’t afford to be too cocky regardless of the outcome he knows will happen.

He himself had been drafting up a little case of his own. Before you could pin anything on him, he’d use the media to his advantage. After all, everyone loved him right?

Both using forged evidence alongside your actions. He recorded your call, with your perfect insults aimed at him. His intention last time was to anger you and he got exactly what he wanted.

All he now had to do was carefully craft a story of an ex-girlfriend who wanted to bring him down in whatever way she could.

His lips curl into a dark smile; she’d be begging him to take it all back. To revoke everything. Her career would be basically over unless, he could…say, forgive her? Call it a misunderstanding? A moment of weakness.

Media play never fails, and he wants to take full advantage of that. In all reality all he wanted to do was scare you off so badly that you’d stop pursuing everything and hand over all the evidence to him.

Even if you stopped, he knew that insolent brat: Beomgyu would continue.

That’s precisely why he was going make sure that piece of shit was bleeding out on the pavement just like his friend. He re-started everything and Taehyun was going to put an end to it again.

He didn’t quite know why he was hesitant to kill you off. It was a mere matter of putting a bullet into your head and framing it as a murder or even a tragic suicide after not being able to handle a breakup.

His mind told him to wait, to keep it as a last resort. Surely after seeing your partner’s lifeless body on the news one day and seeing the case file land at the very agency you once worked at is enough to kill your motivation.

Taehyun can’t control the twitch of his lips curling into a twisted smile. He thrived on teaching others a lesson.

Oddly, his father would be proud of the monster’s he’s become. Not that’s he’s alive to see it, though.

His eyes gleam sadistically as he murmurs, “It’s my turn in this game, love.”

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The crinkling of papers and plastic wallets resound out in your home. “Hand me that over there,” Beomgyu’s hums pointing over to the photos.

“This file’s kinda fat. I think the spine of the binder is gonna give out,” you grimace. You think you need to probably buy a new binder or file of some sort to encapsulate all this paper.

Beomgyu snorts, “Why are you body shaming the folder?” You scoff, “Shut the fuck up, I can’t believe you right now. You’re such a brat.” Beomgyu laughs maniacally.

Over the last few days, he had been coming over every day. He knew Taehyun was most likely trailing him and him coming over to yours was the perfect way to signal to Taehyun that you were making rapid progress. After all, you wanted all of Taehyun’s attention on Beomgyu, not you.

“We got everything yeah?” He asks and you nod peering at the checklist. You hum, “We need to take this to high court and re-appeal the case. With this much evidence, we’re bound to get this case-reopened.

Beomgyu grins, “Yeah, it’ll take awhile since the court system sucks with administration but yeah! With that, we can move forward and start linking cases and obtain a warrant to search Taehyun’s home. From there, it’s home run.”

You smile; “I’ll take it to court today. Thanks for the appointment by the way.”

You knew you would absolutely never get an appointment with a High Court judge with your measly position, though Beomgyu definitely could using his father’s influence. So…that’s exactly what he did. He got you bumped up for an urgent meeting with one of the high court magistrates!

Beomgyu winks, “It’s nothing really.” You roll your eyes, “Just be thankful for your dad’s reputation.” Beomgyu pouts, “Come on detective, you don’t think I’m a little more than what my father is?” You coyly smile peering away, “Mm, maybe…”

He bites his lip with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You’re warming up to me, I still remember how mean you were when we first met.” You scoff, “What else was I suppose to do? Give you a hug? Take you out for dinner?”

Beomgyu leans his head against your shoulder making you stiffen awkwardly. You noticed these days he was more physically comfortable around you (ever since that first hug you game him.) “You never seem to push me away you know …Detective.”

You peer over seeing his eyes gaze up at you. Your heart rate increases and you stammer, “What…I..” He was right; you didn’t. You let him cross boundaries you wouldn’t let others cross. You let him cross boundaries that Taehyun once crossed with hugs and physical touch. Perhaps because you trusted him, because he resembled nothing more than a big fluffy dog whining for attention one second and then viciously barking to protect you another.

“My, have I made you speechless for once?” He teases. You shove him off you and he groans. You mutter, “You’re getting cocky, officer.” Beomgyu’s eyes sharpen and he hums with a smile, “Don’t tell me you don’t see the way I look at you, detective? Shouldn’t a detective be able to tell right away?”

Your heart stops and you splutter, “W-What? How you feel?”

Beomgyu goes quiet for a moment a his hand goes up to flick your forehead, shaking his own head, “Never-mind. Don’t get too flustered detective. You look like you’re gonna faint.”

What the fuck? Was he simply teasing you? Was he being for real? Your body felt warm and you have a sense of breathlessness. What was he doing to you?

“Now, get dressed. I’ll be off, you on the other hand have a very important meeting to get to. Send the judge my regards.” He grins. You smile back at him embarrassment coating your features.

You had to get this right. Stay focused.

With that you head off to the High Court. Nervousness eats you up from inside as you wait nervously and get escorted. You practiced what to say, and how to say in a manner which will get conviction and desperation across. You knew this judge was close with Beomgyu’s father and you had to use that to your advantage.

Thus, you enter the meeting room and begin your well thought-out speech showcasing all your pieces of evidence. You also point out the discrepancy in the previous case regarding the bullet making it your main point linking it to the previous case. You point out that you had no access to the bullet yourself. You passionately explain your need for a search warrant and how you wished for justice to prevail not only within Seoul but also South Korea itself. You believed it was a pure obstruction of justice.

With that done, you had to wait. To patiently wait to see if your painstaking work and argument convinced him to re-appeal.

Deep within yourself, you were proud of how far you’d come. You feel you could maybe, just maybe call yourself a proper detective.

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Using the boxcutter you open up the last of the supplies you ordered. You hadn’t really consulted Beomgyu about this, but hey, he wasn’t gonna be the only one in danger’s way.

You peer at the recording devices and the various wires. This was a recording device in which the cables could be hidden under your clothes. It took quite the fortune out of your bank account (worth it though!) You were now testing it out, recording your own voice and now sat partially shirtless in your own room attempting to seamlessly disguise it into your daily wear.

You think how insane you look but you knew your efforts would pay off. Taehyun would never expect this! He’d perhaps expect a microscopic body camera or an earpiece of sorts. Not this complicated contraption.

If you could get Taehyun to admit his crimes or at least say something undoubtedly incriminating it would be over for the ace detective!

Additionally, you’d researched how to smoothly record phone conversations and convert them properly into audio files the court would accept. So now, you were prepared to trap Taehyun with his own words.

Thus…even if he somehow escapes hard solid evidence, he’d get caught with a mere recording. Then again, he’s still always one step ahead…could he also predict this too? Surely he’s not that forward-thinking? Whatever, you needed all the evidence you could get.

You’d either have to instigate Taehyun yourself or wait for him to trip up yourself. You sigh frustratedly, you weren’t the most patient person. All this waiting for the court to respond and this, it irked you.

However, you didn’t want to rush things and undo all the progress you and Beomgyu made.

Your phone rings and your lips automatically form a smile seeing Beomgyu’s name. Your heart flutters thinking back. “Hey,” you coyly hum.

“Busy detective?” You hum, “A little.”

“Not letting me in on your work?” He teases.

“That’s confidential, officer,” you grin. You could almost imagine his beloved boyish smile right now at your answer.

“What did you call for?” You question. A moment of quietness passes and he hums, “I just felt like it.”

Your smile quivers. If he says things like this…you’ll really have to think that…he likes you. Were you ready to put your heart in someone else’s hands again?

“Yeah?” You softly murmur. “I was thinking, if the court approves our appeal. It puts us in extreme danger. If…If anything happens, I just, I just want to say you shouldn’t regret anything we’ve done.”

Your heart sinks like stone and you stammer, “Are you okay? Why are you talking like this? We’ll be fine.” Your eyes glaze over.

He chuckles into the phone, “I know silly, we will. Just…just in case. I don’t know, I think it’s just late night thoughts taking over. I wanted to hear your voice.” Your lips tremble and heart palpitates. You murmur, “Well, you’re hearing it now.”

“Yeah.” He answers seeming to enjoy the conversation. You tease trying to lighten the mood, “Rather serious today, huh?”

He hums amused on the phone, “Usually you’re the serious one.”

You wanted to ask ‘do you have anything you want to ask me?’ However, you hold yourself back.

You realise, it’s best not to mix work and feelings. Particularly now of all times. You hum, “Keep talking Beomgyu, till you’re satisfied.” “Really?” “Yeah.”

So you both do, you talk till the hand of the clock hits one and you pass out on your own couch with a dreamy smile on your face.

All of a sudden you’re ripped out of your reverie of sleep with the sound of your phone ringing. You scramble up trying to pry your eyes open and slide to answer. “Uh…hello?” You peer at the clock on the wall, it was around 09:30am. God, you overslept!

It was Beomgyu and you alert yourself, “Beom-““Check the fucking news, right now y/n.” You freeze as fear crawls up your legs and wraps around your torso tightly.

Who died? What did Taehyun do? Beomgyu was safe at least. You scramble to turn on the TV and switch to the first news channel you knew.

[DETECTIVE KANG FILES CASE AGAINST HIS EX- Serious controversy? ]

The young detective was seen walking out of the court alongside an anonymous tip believing the case to be about an issue with his ex-girlfriend causing huge controversy for the young detective!

“Y/n?” “Y/n? You there?” You don’t realise it but tears slip down your cheeks. The general public would tear you apart.

“Y/n!” He yells on the phone hearing you sniffle. “Listen, listen. We should’ve expected this. I just…didn’t expect him to go through with it now.”

This was gonna affect if the court’s appeal goes through, (well if they hadn’t approved it already of course).

Regardless, your reputation was for one, way more public. Secondly, it was going to be ruined. The ‘crazy ex-girlfriend’ was not something you could shake off. Even some of your colleagues back at the office said you were too clingy.

“Stay focused! Focused! This is a media ploy. This won’t affect our resolve. We just can’t remain as private anymore. The eyes of the public may be on you, that doesn’t change anything. You and I know the truth, after our work, your reputation will change for the better once we dismantle his lies!” Beomgyu passionately talks on the phone.

“Fuck it, I’m coming over there now. This is such bullshit-“ he cuts the call and you sit silently on the couch as the news runs in the background.

Oddly, your tears dried up as quickly as they were produced. You simply felt empty. This was your last straw. You knew your recent successes were too good to be true. Though you initially felt utter sadness, now another emotion fuelled you.

You didn’t care if you died, you wanted Kang Taehyun to go down WITH you. You’ll sink down to hell together. Rage enraptures all your senses. You didn’t care about what you had to lose. You pray that karma would be on your side.

You would not lose to this setback.

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Beomgyu spent the last day or two assuring the administration office regarding your public status to make absolutely sure they wouldn’t drop the appeal due to this. Just as you were about to give up hope, you receive a relieving call.

“Miss y/n, I’m calling to inform you that your plea to appeal the case has been approved. Apologies for the delay, though it has been told to me to advise you regarding your current public status. It endangers your appeal as to whether you’ll be taken seriously. Do still wish to proceed?” The woman drawls on the phone clearly not interested to talk to you.

Beomgyu is shaking you with all the joy he has upon and you murmur coldly, “Yes, of course. Thank you. Please send my thanks to Mr Kim.”

“Alright…we’ll send more forms shortly and will inform the Metropolitan police station to work with you. They’ll help in regards to forming the search warrants you requested. Also, please refrain from any further negative publicity, miss.” You grit your teeth at her snark, “Yes. Yes. Thank you.” You end the call politely and let out a long overdue breath.

“Fuck yeah! See! See our hard work doesn’t go without efforts. We still got this y/n.” He takes your hands in his gleefully smiling at you. You meekly smile back at him. You had to skip out on social media for the last few days from the sheer negativity on there and you barely go out of the house without either Press or passer-by’s peering at you.

His eyes soften, “I know it’s rough right now. I’m with you. You’ve got me.” You tighten your grip on his hands and pull him into a hug. Beomgyu places a hand on the back of your head cupping it. He felt so warm. Beomgyu was your one constant. Your ray of sunlight through the storm clouds.

No matter how down you felt, you were more ferociously determined than ever before.

So, you push through the negativity, you find yourself at the station with everyone looking at you crudely. Beomgyu was the only one capable of getting shit done at this point. Your publicity made it so much harder to get the officers to work with you. Beomgyu did most of the talking fortunately. You had to sit this one out but you were grateful.

The demeaning stares were getting to you but flitter away as soon as you see Beomgyu holding up a stapled group of papers. The search warrant! You knew Taehyun had eyes here and the news would soon go to him that you’d obtained a search warrant. You had to go before he knew.

Fuck that piece of shit! You were gonna visit his home uninvited and he was going to deal with it! “Ready to crash his home?” Beomgyu grins. You stand up anger lacing your eyes, “That pistol on his precious wall is gonna be his downfall.”

So with that you prepare everything you need and get designated officers assigned alongside Beomgyu to carry out a search of Taehyun’s home the very same evening.

Beomgyu presses the doorbell with anticipation and you try to contain your grin. The clicks of the door opening make your heart resound and the door opens revealing a disheveled Taehyun. He was dressed in a comfy matching blue set of trousers and a shirt.

The officer assigned to you both murmurs awkwardly, “Mr Kang, apologies for the interruption but…there seems to be a search warrant issued in relation to you.”

Your eyes scan the way his eyes pierce not into the officer but into you. Chills run through your body. Your eyes widen feeling Beomgyu giving your hand a comforting squeeze. He smiles warmly at you allowing you to calm down.

Taehyun finally speaks and you can tell his smile is forced. “Well, come in then.” You feel slightly triumphant; you believe he thought the news he dropped would stop you or hold you back.

He was wrong. No matter how dreadful your reputation was, no matter how much extra harder you’d have to work to get people to listen to you, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You could take whatever knives he threw at you.

You begin walking around searching yourself. Beomgyu questions, “Detective, are you aware what the search warrant is issued for?”

Taehyun scowls, “Well, I wouldn’t know considering you all just suddenly appeared at my door.” Lies, lies, lies. He knew.

You murmur scouring the cupboards, drawers in the living room and under the cushions, “It appears there’s evidence that contradicts the previous case regarding Yeonjun’s father alongside your own father. We were hoping it would perhaps shed some light on the more recent cases led out by the Mafia groups present within the Seoul area.”

You see his jaws lock in irritation and he smiles taking you off guard, “But of course.” His eyes pierce into yours, “I have nothing to hide.”

You smirk walking into the hallway finding the pistol, “Ah, glad to see this here.” Taehyun glares, “My father’s pistol? You’re aware my father worked in law enforcement. I work in law enforcement?”

“She said nothing to suggest otherwise, Detective Kang,” Beomgyu hums standing beside you.

Taehyun raises a brow, “Weren’t you fired, detective?” His tone is mocking. Beomgyu pleasantly hums, “She’s my colleague, Mr. Kang. Please refrain from making unnecessary comments.”

You were gleaming at the pistol; he definitely wasn’t expecting your visit. You knew if you waited more than a week; he’d somehow find out when you were coming to his home and effectively hide his pistol or anything incriminating.

For once, karma had your back. You sneer, “We’ll be taking the pistol for further analysis, Detective.” Taehyun forces a smile onto his face, “But. Of course.”

Beomgyu murmurs, “We’ll continue a search of the rest of the house.” He’s bound to have something else in here!

With almost an hour of searching, nothing else turns up. You’ve almost turned his house upside down. You were beginning to get frustrated. You were sure there’d be something! Anything!

Sighing, you walk back downstairs to see Taehyun relaxing on the couch with a composed smile. You call out upstairs, “I’m finished, once you’re done, come back down and we’ll leave!” The two affirm with you.

Sure, you were irritated that you couldn’t turn up anything else but then again the pistol was the best thing so far. You expected as much, he was rather meticulous in his methodology. You smugly think, well except today. You caught him genuinely off guard.

His eyes meet yours holding a clear expression of suppressed rage. Taehyun stands and walks up to you. You shiver at his proximity. “You think you’ve won just because you got a search warrant. It appears I’ve been too merciful with you.”

Your eyes sharpen, “I never asked for your mercy.” Taehyun shakily sighs running a hand over his face. This was the first time you’ve seen him visibly shaken up. It sent waves of satisfaction through you. Now imagine him behind bars…

“God, you’re so fucking persistent,” he snaps lowly, “like an insolent pest.” He swore? That’s new.

You snort, “That all you got? Twitter has given me far more filthy insults than that this past week. Your fans are certainly something.” He lets out a sardonic laugh to himself, “Why can’t I just do it?” Huh?

Your smile wipes off your face. Taehyun leans in closer to you, “You’re so frustrating, god, I just..” You decide to push past him and wait at the door.

Suddenly he snarks, “I’ll make sure that your evidence never reaches the court. Along with any other pest.” As if on cue, Beomgyu jogs down the stairs giving you a smile. Taehyun darkly stares at him as he nonchalantly walks past him towards you.

“To think that I was actually fond of you…maybe even…” he bitterly laughs to himself.

What? You freeze, “What?” He shakes his head, “I need to focus.”

Finally you three gather up and leave Taehyun’s home. He gives you the most pitiful stare you’ve seen from him making your insides lurch. Was he finally realising the gravity of the situation? He looked honestly unhinged.

Regardless, with that done you wrap up the search and return to the station to submit the pistol. The officers clearly didn’t want to be involved with this case at all and it was extremely frustrating to get them to budge. Nonetheless progress was slow but still existent.

You’d have to wait for the bullet and the pistol to be analysed to see if they’re matching (you knew it was pretty much bound to be the same model). That’d allow you to pursue the case and implicate Taehyun. Beomgyu murmurs, “He probably somewhat expected us but definitely not so soon after obtaining the warrant. Explains how the rest of his house is squeaky clean. He probably doesn’t take down the pistol often or at all due to it being a fragile keepsake.” You nod in agreement.

You breathe uneasily. Taehyun seemed to be visibly upset. That was not in his character. His mental state must not be the best right now.

You knew that pistol getting matched meaning it would be a huge blow for him. Something he made sure to prevent for absolute years! You were undoing years worth of crafting his perfect persona and his deception of his crimes.

Finally, you reach home. Fear settles into the pit of your stomach. Anxiety envelopes you; you couldn’t quite celebrate such a success. It didn’t feel right.

You yawn, it was around 6pm. You wanted to nap so badly as fatigue grasped at your muscles. As yours eyes become heavier, your ringtone shatters your sleepiness. God, you had enough of your ringtone these days.

You peer at the caller ID: Kang Taehyun. You sit up alertly and pick up the call immediately pressing number 4 to record the conversation.

“Hello?” You murmur. You’re shocked to hear sniffling. What? “Y/n…y/n you’ve just had to go do it, had to do all this. When you could have just left it be?” His words were slightly slurred.

Was Taehyun…drunk? You knew Taehyun liked to drink especially whenever there was a successful case. He even held formal drinking parties at the nearest bar for the Agency’s anniversaries. He could hold his alcohol relatively well- well not always but still.

“My hard work is…is going down, down the d-drain. All because you couldn’t-keep your…nose out. That fucking brat, Yeonjun.. he started all this.” He proceeds to hiccup and you sigh. You never expected this. Your heart pounds, something doesn’t feel right.

“Taehyun, you’re drunk.” You mumble. “I fucking…I can’t seem to fucking hurt you.” Your heart pangs. “But him, I’ll get to him-oh yeah. Just…yeah…” he coughs.

“It’s so difficult to. I’m not…I’m not usually like this. You’ve…you’ve messed me up. I’m so attached-addicted to this game we’re-we’re playing.”

You sigh, “You don’t mean all this. Taehyun, I’m gonna hang up.” This was honestly a waste of your time. You didn’t think your poor heart could take it. He sounded so genuine. He couldn’t be…

“No-! No I want..hear your voice. No…come, come meet me.” You roll your eyes, you weren’t stupid. “Yeah…no.”

“Fuck you…then,” he mumbles and your eyes widen. “Mm…going home by myself then..” He wasn’t driving right in this state? That’s basically suicide!

How could you convict someone who’s dead? You couldn’t let him escape his punishment so easily!

“Wait-! Are you driving?” You stammer. He hiccups, “Mm..yeah. It’s close by to my home. I’ll be fine-“ You snap, “Don’t touch your fucking car, Taehyun.”

He lets out a manic laugh, “Worried about me? Have no one…to, to convict? T-That’s all you care about r-right!?” You begin to stand up rushing to change your clothes, and grab a bag. He groans into the phone, “I’ll be careful, no-no need to worry.”

You couldn’t risk it. “Stay there,” you order. “Don’t come here-!” He partially yells. “I don’t-I don’t want to look at you…”

You scoff, “I don’t care, sit at that bar.” You knew which bar it was. That’s where your office drinking parties were held.

“Go…away..i…I’ll do what I want…” the phone call ends abruptly.

Panic runs through you system. You were extremely nervous to meet up with him alone. You peer at your wires and cables on the floor. You hurriedly pick them up and begin running the wires under your shirt and clipping them to your shirt. You weren’t going unprepared.

This could be a vital opportunity and even if it meant risking your life, you certainly didn’t want your main suspect to do something irrational making all your progress and Yeonjun’s wish go to utter waste!

You sprint out of the door. He was being reckless and you didn’t want him hurting himself. You dial up Beomgyu and explain the situation to which he promptly yells at you on the phone. “This is insane! Why the fuck did you go out without telling me? What if you get hurt!?”

You snap, “I understand your concern. I really do, but I don’t think you turning up is going to be very useful when he’s called me.”

“Fuck, this- what the fuck? You’re being reckless!” You pant out, “Just trail me, I don’t want to be alone. This is valuable. Don’t come out of hiding until there’s danger or I tell you to! Trust me Beomgyu.” He sighs and you take it as a sign of reluctant agreement. “Alright, y/n. Fine. Please be cautious. I’ll be bringing my firearm.” You murmur, “Alright, do so.”

You reach the bar and realise he’s not in the bar which drives you insane. You ask the bartender which you knew well, he points you to outside and you run. You panically scour around and you finally spot him slouched against the wall staring up into the sky. You run to him and snap, “I told you to stay inside!”

His eyes meet yours and he pulls you into a hug placing his head onto your shoulder. Taehyun murmurs, “Mm..perfect. Perfect…” You shove him off. “Where’s your car?” He hums, “At the office parking lot.” Of fucking course he walked here; it was only a few buildings away after all. You sigh, “Let’s go then.”

“You actually came….” he murmurs.

You ignore him helping him to walk and you painstakingly get him to the parking lot. You peer at the text on your phone from Beomgyu: I’m here. Following. Don’t worry. Be brave. You feel comforted by the text.

You begin to walk Taehyun to his car and hiss when he suddenly grabs your forearm and pulls you to him. You couldn’t move; he had you locked against him with an excruciating grip on you.

His posture straightens up and his eyes meet yours. His lips form a smile, “Thank you for escorting me, my dear Detective.” His tone was much more coherent. Your eyes widen, “…Taehyun?”

It hits you just how empty this parking lot was at night. The murky clouds blur out the sparse stars above and the scent of rain cling to the air. “I’m glad you still care enough. Or were you scared I was going to do something irrational to myself?“ he chuckles.

You snarl, “I fucking knew something about this was off.”

“What? You didn’t like my act? I worked so hard whilst you ransacked my home too. I thought it was rather convincing. I mean it must have worked since I got you here.“ He hums. He never meant any of those words over the phone.

“I’m glad your emotions still haven’t faded away in your line of work.” You snark, “I’m surprised you know how to act considering you don’t have any.” He chuckles, “Let’s leave the petty insults out of the way for now.” You begin to tremble.

Taehyun’s lips curl into a deeply twisted smile, “I wanted to talk, so let’s talk, love. Let’s settle things, once and for all.”

You shiver on the spot as fear engulfs and you shakily murmur, “Let’s talk then.” A rain drop lands on your cheek. How odd, the skies were clear only minutes before.

You suddenly feel something cold touch you through the back of your shirt and prod into you harshly, “Perfect.”

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[PART 8 COMING SOON!]

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