#woosung x reader

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Kinktober 「10:06」 — k.woosung

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➮ werewolf!Woosung × fem!Reader wc: 5.4k summary: All you wanted was a quiet, relaxing night to yourself after a tough week at work. One night to relax and unwind. With your clothes in the wash, you decide to borrow one of your roommate’s shirts. Something he notices when you walk back into the living room while he’s taking a break from gaming. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: pee, food consumption, alcohol, physical violence (as a joke); sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! taglist for kinktober is CLOSED. Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this is my first time writing for Woosung so pls be nice! He’s been plaguing my thoughts a lot outside of this special and originally, this was supposed to be Tao but because of his impending nuptials and the announcement of his relationship, I’m respecting that and decided to make this my introduction to writing for the Rose, by request of my best friend! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), knotting, creampie, unprotected sex (use condoms), use of pet names (hers: baby, darling, etc.; his: daddy), oral (f receiving), mild praise (f receiving), and that should be all but let me know if I missed any! kinks: Knotting + creampie dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Is that my shirt? ❜❜

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To say you had a shit day was an understatement.

First, your alarm went off late, then you burnt your toast while getting ready to leave the apartment, so you decided to stop by a coffee shop and get a muffin with your coffee but the line was so long so by the time you finally got to the office, you were late and while your boss was kind, you felt extremely bad and it set the mood for your entire day.

You were swamped with work, meetings one right after another. Your lunch in the breakroom fridge got thrown away by mistake so you decided to get something from the vending machines just to get you through the rest of the day but the machine ate your first bill and by the time you returned to your desk, you were drained and not ready to face the rest of your shift.

But face it you did, sitting through boring end of quarter meetings, watching slideshows about growth projections and even a couple meetings that could have been emails instead. By the time the end of the day rolled around, you were ready to go home and relax, ready to enjoy the weekend.

The trip home wasn’t any better than the trip to work. You missed your train as it was 15 minutes early and left before you got there, so you had to wait at the station for another 20 minutes for another train which also did not arrive at the correct time. So instead, you went back up to the street to see if the bus was any better. While waiting at the stop, someone’s dog tried to use your leg as a fire hydrant but managed to only get your shoe.

So now your foot was covered in piss, you were stuck in the city for almost an hour after work. By the time you arrived at your building, you discovered the elevator was down and you had no choice but to climb the stairs. To the fifth floor.

When you finally reached your front door, you were hot, sweaty, your foot was covered in dog piss, you were late, and all you wanted was to shower and then curl up in bed with a bottle of wine and cry for the rest of the night.

You pushed open the door after unlocking it, slamming it shut before kicking off your soiled shoe, cursing as you grabbed a paper towel, removed your stocking and grabbed the shoe to toss in the trash bin. The urine had soaked into it for over an hour and there was unfortunately no saving it, nor your stocking.

You kicked off your other shoe, adding it and your stocking to the trash and headed for your room, passing by your roommate’s shut door. You could vaguely hear soft music coming from behind the door as you passed and wished you had the tenacity and motivation to do what he did for work.

You knew being a full time content creator was not the easiest job in the world but Woosung made it seem easy. He was a largely popular twitch streamer with a large following and he managed to land several sponsorships and brand deals.

He paid his fair share of the rent, utilities, and groceries and you had no complaints. He was a generally quiet, clean, and courteous roommate and did his fair share of the chores. He was great company when you did spend time together and he was also a really great listener.

Not even the fact that he was a werewolf could put a damper on how much you loved sharing a space with him.

As you entered your room, you noticed your hamper and cursed under your breath. You still had a mountain of laundry to do. As you walked over and lifted the lid, you noticed it was empty. Shutting the lid, you saw a yellow post-it note sitting on the top of the lid.

I didn’t have enough laundry for a load so I added mine to yours.

Hope you don’t mind (:

~ your cool roommate

The corners of your eyes burned as you read the note over and over. The gesture meant more than you could say and as you walked out of your room and over to the small closet where the washer and dryer sat, you saw your clothes spinning with his, suds swirling around. ‘He must have just started the load before I got home,’ you told yourself.

You opened the dryer, hoping some of your clothes might be in here but it was only his. Cursing softly, you grabbed one of the tee shirts, a cream colored one with the picture of a Joshua tree with gray rocks in the background. It was one he’d gotten during one of his visits to the California national park.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to borrow his shirts when your clothes were in the wash as you often forgot to do your laundry in intervals so you always had clean clothes. You pulled the shirt out and shut the dryer, returning to your room to shower and change.

When you exited your room, wearing the shirt and a pair of loose shorts, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself some comfort ramen before drowning in a bottle of your favorite wine. You set up the pot with water and set it to boil, adding the noodles and soup base.

Once it was done, you sat at the kitchen island, eating the meal until it was all gone. It wasn’t the healthiest but sometimes you wanted something that tasted good, not necessarily something that was good for you. As you were washing the pot, you heard the soft click of a door and footsteps padding down the hall towards the kitchen.

“Hey,” your roommate said. You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hey, Woo,” you said, turning back to finish washing the pot as he moved to open the fridge, rummaging around until he grabbed a can of cola and shut it.

You heard the snap of the metal as he popped the tab and the first sip. You could feel his eyes on you but kept to your task, rinsing the pot and setting it aside to dry before rinsing down the sink basin. Woosung said nothing as he drank from the can, standing in the kitchen and watching you rinse the sink and wipe the counter. He finished the small can, tossing it in the recycle as you set aside the dish gloves and turned to face him.

His eyes immediately went to your torso, noticing the shirt.

A look came over him as his eyes narrowed. “Is that my shirt?” he asked suddenly. You nodded, stomach sinking as you suddenly wondered if you crossed a line by wearing it. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I should have asked,” you continued. “I just didn’t have any clean shirts.”

Woosung blinked rapidly as he stared before tearing his gaze away. “It’s fine,” he said in a tense voice. “I need to go do something,” he added in an undertone before heading back in the direction of his room, leaving you staring after him, confusion written on your expression.

Shutting the door with a soft click, Woosung let out a groan, walking over to and throwing himself face down on his bed. The sight of you in his shirt had awakened something in him and he needed to leave the room before he crossed any lines. He’d been struggling with these thoughts since well before today.

Most of the time, he was able to mask them, push them down, but for some reason, now of all times, he just couldn’t do it. He’d been on the verge of pouncing on you from the moment you walked into the room he happened to be occupying at the time for the last couple weeks.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, stewing in thoughts of you in his clothes, thoughts of you not in his clothes, thoughts of you not in any clothes when there was a soft knock at the door. He lifted his head, turning to face the door, uncertain if he heard correctly but when he heard another knock, he knew he wasn’t imagining things.

He got up with a groan, walking over to unlock and turned the knob, pulling the door open. He regretted it instantly, finding you standing on the other side, still in his shirt and those tiny shorts. He held his breath as you stood there, looking up at him with those curious eyes of yours. The same eyes he envisioned himself looking into as he fu—

“Did I upset you?” you asked, drawing him from his thoughts. Woosung sighed, giving you a tired smile. “No,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “I’m not upset, darlin’,” he answered. “I’ve just been out of it lately.” Your brows furrowed together in worry.

“Anything I can do to help?” you asked and he cursed you internally for being so helpful. There were a great many things you could do to help him but he pushed those thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to push things into awkward territory because he knew once that line was crossed, there was no going back.

“Nah,” he answered finally. “Just something I have to handle on my own,” he added with a reassuring smile. Your eyes narrowed slightly before widening. “Oh!” you said, suddenly looking very embarrassed as you looked around. “S-sorry!” you squeaked. It took Woosung all but two seconds to figure out he had given you the wrong impression.

“Oh, oh my god no! Not that!” he said quickly, waving his hands. You looked back at him, noticing the pink tinge of his cheeks. As he let out an awkward laugh, running his fingers through his hair, you were suddenly overwhelmed with an unexplainable attraction to him. It wasn’t like he was never attractive before but you’d always firmly seen him as your roommate and now?

Something was different.

Woosung noticed the shift in your demeanor, hell he could smell the difference. He didn’t even need body language. He wasn’t a stranger to the stench of arousal; in fact, it was a smell he knew all too well. He’d just never smelt it like this coming off of you.

It took every ounce of willpower he had to not jump you right then and there. He needed to get out of this situation before he did something he would regret. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” you asked, taking a step forward. Woosung’s breath caught in his throat.

“I-I’m sure,” he answered, chuckling nervously. He didn’t miss the way your expression fell as you took a step back. “Well, if you insist,” you said softly. As you started to turn away, Woosung felt like he could breathe but suddenly you turned back to look at him. “Thanks by the way.”

He tilted his head curiously. “For what?”

“For doing my laundry,” you replied. “I know it’s not a big deal but today has been… an ordeal,” you said with a sigh. Woosung could hear the exhaustion in your voice. It wasn’t a physical exhaustion, it was a mental one. It was the tone he would normally hear before offering to listen to you because he actually cared about you. He didn’t like it when you were upset.

He liked it better when you were smiling and laughing at his dumb jokes.

“Oh no,” he said with a slight smirk. “What happened?” You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears and his smile fell immediately. “I had a really shitty day,” you replied, holding back a sob. He couldn’t bring himself to turn you away now, not when he could see that you were on the verge of tears. . He always provided you a shoulder to cry on and he wasn’t about to deny you that.

Opening his bedroom door more, he stepped back. “C’mere,” he said, holding out a hand for you. Hesitantly, you took it and allowed him to guide you into his room as he shut the door behind you. He guided you over to the bed, sitting you down before grabbing his desk chair and rolling it over to sit in front of you.

“Talk,” he said simply as he sat down. You looked up at him before bursting into tears, relaying the events of the day to him from waking up late all the way to missing the train. Woosung listened without complaint, as he always did. At some point he took your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back with his thumb.

“And when I was waiting for the bus, someone’s fucking dog peed on my shoe and ruined it!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Woosung’s brow furrowed. “You mean the owner let their dog piss on you? What the actual fuck?” he snapped.

“Where did this happen?” he asked. “What did the dog look like?”

You look up at him, your sobs subsiding for a moment. “What? Wh-why?”

“Cause I’m gonna go case the area and beat the shit out of the owner for letting their dog pee on someone. Who the fuck does that?” A look of confusion crossed your face before you let out a laugh. Woosung’s expression softened immediately, reaching up to wipe a tear away.

“Gotcha,” he said with a smile, his voice softer. “I am serious though,” he added.

“I will go jump the owner, if you want me to.”

You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. Woosung got up, grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed them to you. Thanking him, you used them to wipe your face and nose while he sat back down in his chair.

“You wanna order takeout and watch Gilmore Girls again? From the beginning?” he asked. You shook your head. “No,” you replied, looking up to meet his gaze. “But thank you. I think I’ll just go lay down and wallow in my misery for the night.” Woosung chuckled as you got up, moving to grab all your used tissues. Woosung rolled over to his desk, grabbing the waste bin, and rolled back.

You tossed the tissues in and thanked him again.

He got up after placing the bin back and walked you to the door.

“Maybe I’ll get on tinder,” you said suddenly. Woosung wrinkled his nose. “Why the fuck would you do that?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe while you stood in the hallway. “I think I just need someone to fuck the sadness out of me,” you replied, your tone light and joking but Woosung felt a shift in the atmosphere.

“Ah well, goodnight,” you said, starting to turn away. Unable to control his movements, Woosung stepped forward, hand closing around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You turned to look down at his hand around your wrist before looking up to meet his gaze. “What’re you—?”

“Don’t,” he said suddenly. You stared back at him, confusion invading your senses. “Don’t what?” you asked curiously. “Don’t go on tinder to find someone to fuck you,” he answered quickly. A little too quickly. “Woosung,” you started. “I was just kiddi—”

“Let me do it.”

‘Well that was unexpected.’

You stared back at him, eyes wide, brows raised as he held your gaze. As you studied his face, you could tell there wasn’t even an ounce of humor in his expression. He was being serious. “Wait,” you said softly. “You’re being serious?” you asked. Woosung nodded, again much too quickly. He was eager.

“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t bring some stranger into our home. If you want someone to fuck the sadness out of you, let me do it.”

You stared at him incredulously, a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea invading your mind, mostly about him being your roommate and potentially ruining the dynamic and making things extremely awkward. If you turned him down now, it would definitely make things awkward but if you accepted, wouldn’t that also make things awkward?

“But we’re roommates,” you said softly as he gently tugged you closer, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “So?” he asked softly as he pulled you into him. “It’s not uncommon for roommates to eventually hookup,” he added. “But what if this makes things weird between us?” you whispered as his hand moved up to cup your chin, tilting your head back.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” he replied. “Not if we don’t make it weird.”

You stared up at him as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Think about it,” he added. “You know me. We’ve lived together for how long? Three years at least? You trust me, right?” he asked. You nodded slowly, lips parting slightly.

Testing the waters, Woosung gently pushed his thumb between your parted lips, letting out a sigh as he felt your tongue meet his thumb as the pad pressed into your mouth. “Will you let me?” he asked softly, his free hand coming up to the back of your neck. You looked up at him, saliva pooling in your mouth as the pad of his thumb pressed down on your tongue.

“How about it, darlin’?” he asked. “Will you let me fuck the sadness out of you?”

An intense need washed over you and without thinking, you nodded as he retracted his thumb from your mouth. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “Yes,” you croaked out. “Please, Woosung.”

“Please fuck the sadness out of me.”

Woosung pulled you into a kiss, lips crashing against yours roughly. Your hands settled on his chest as he backed into the room, pulling you with him until he could kick the door shut with his foot. His hands slid down your neck and shoulders to your sides until they found purchase on your hips, turning your back towards his bed as he guided you towards it.

You stopped when the back of your legs bumped the edge of the mattress but still Woosung didn’t break the kiss. He’d been thinking of this moment for longer than he’d like to admit and now he finally had you ready and willing in his grasp. He finally broke the kiss, lips trailing down the side of your neck as you tilted your head, giving him more access.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin as his hand moved down, smoothing over the curve of your ass and grabbing a handful of it, pulling your hips against his. “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head as you felt his tongue against your skin.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you borrowed one of my shirts,” he admitted. “Seeing you in my clothes makes me want to rip them off, pin you down, and fuck you until you can’t walk.” You let out a groan as his teeth sank into your skin. “Fuck, make that sound again, baby,” he groaned.

You let out another moan as he grinded against you, his half hard cock pressing into you. “Come here,” he said, sliding his hands down to the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you with a surprising amount of strength that probably had a lot more to do with his werewolf nature than with the amount of time he spent in the gym.

He climbed into the bed, walking on his knees until he was able to drop you in the center of the mattress, leaning over you. His lips met yours again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved down to your waist, dipping under his shirt. His fingers left fire in their wake as his hands moved up to cup your chest under the shirt.

“No bra?” he groaned against your mouth. “God, you drive me fucking crazy.” Your back arched off the sheets as he grinded against your clothed pussy. “Woosung,” you groaned, hips rolling to match his movements. “Yeah, babe?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

“I need you,” you answered breathlessly, fingers dragging through his dark locks. You heard him chuckle softly. “You have me, baby. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,” he murmured. He pushed the shirt you wore up above your breast, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he kissed along your jaw.

Quickly, he pulled back, helping you pull the shirt off and tossing it aside. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in every detail. You started to feel hyper aware of every mark, and scar and attempted to cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t even think about hiding from me,” he said as his hands slid down your arms. Your lips parted in a sigh as he cupped your chest again, gently kneading your breasts. “God,” he groaned as he watched your body react to his touches. “You have the perfect tits.”

Your cheeks burned. “Woosung,” you whined. “What?” he asked, picking up your tone of embarrassment. “It’s true, baby. The things I want to do to these,” he added, squeezing them once more before his hands slid down to your shorts. “But this ain’t about me,” he continued.

“This is about you.”

His fingers tucked under the waistband of your shorts and panties, wasting no time as he pulled them both down your thighs and discarded them somewhere in the room, telling himself that he’d clean up later. He sat back on his heels, spreading your thighs and getting an eyeful of your wet pussy.

You watched as he licked his lips, the urge to close your legs crossing your mind but even if you had tried, he wouldn’t have let you as he held them open with a strong grip. “Remember what I said earlier?” he asked, not looking up from your cunt.

“‘I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,’” he repeated. You nodded as his hands skimmed along the inside of your thighs. “Which do you want first?” You stared back at him as his words sank in. You had no idea where you wanted him to start. Your eyes watched as his tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.

“Tongue,” you said instantly. A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. You didn’t get the chance to appreciate his body as he leaned over, kissing down the valley between your breasts, his kisses moving down your stomach until he drew level with your mound.

He laid down, getting comfortable as he spread your thighs. He glanced up once, meeting your eyes and giving you a smirk before he looked back down.

The first lick against your clit was slow, deliberate as he dragged his tongue up, making you moan loudly. He groaned against you, enjoying the taste on his tongue. “You taste so good,” he mumbled, pulling back briefly before going back in, tongue gliding over your clit in slow drags.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as your back arched off the bed. “F-fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned. Woosung took that personally, wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you down as his mouth moved over your pussy, tongue dragging over wherever it could reach. From your clit to your entrance but he focused most of his attention on your clit, licking and suckling on the senstive nub until your thighs were shaking.

“M’close!” you gasped, tension building in the pit of your stomach until it snapped and you came with a moan of his name. Woosung pulled back, wiping his mouth and chin quickly before kissing his way up your body until his lips found yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers traced around your entrance, sliding into you quickly.

He barely gave you time to recover as he started pumping them in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace, curling them against your walls and making you moan against his mouth. He set a steady pace, alternating between pumping his fingers and curling them, enjoying the way your body responded to both motions.

“Come on, baby,” he groaned, moving his fingers faster. “Cum for me again. I know you can give me another one.” You let out a whimper as your orgasm approached quickly. “That’s it, baby girl, let go,” he cooed, smiling against your lips as you came again, walls fluttering around his fingers as he helped you ride it out. “Good girl,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You whined as pulled his fingers from you, eyes fluttering open as he removed his shorts and underwear. “Fuck,” he swore. “Let me get a condom.” He started to get up but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” you said breathlessly. “I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Woosung stared at you, eyes wide. “Are you sure?” he asked. He was perfectly fine with foregoing condoms if it’s what you wanted but he wanted you to be absolutely sure. You nodded, tugging him back towards you. “Yes,” you said, nodding eagerly. “Just fuck me, please.”

Woosung slotted himself between your thighs, lips meeting yours as he kissed you slowly. “Are you absolutely sure, baby?” he whispered, pressing short kisses against your lips and cheeks. You nodded once more. “Yes, I’m sure. Please, daddy.”

Woosung’s eyes popped open as the name slipped out and he pulled back to look at you, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across his face. “Daddy, huh?” he whispered, chuckling when you whined in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you whined but he shook his head, kissing your cheeks again. “S’okay, baby. If you wanna call me daddy, I don’t mind.”

You felt the head of his cock sliding between your folds, pressing against your swollen clit. “I’m still gonna fuck the sadness out of you so it doesn’t matter what you call me.”

Before you could respond, he started to push into you, cock sliding into your hole slowly, stretching you as he gave you inch by inch until his shaft was buried fully inside you. He let out a strained groan as your walls enveloped him, his hips stilling as he let both of you adjust slowly.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, resting his forehead against yours. “Feels so fucking good, baby.” You whined in response, wiggling your hips and silently begging him to move. He didn’t need you to tell him again as he pulled back, sliding out of you before snapping his hips into you, sheathing his cock in one thrust and making you moan loudly.

“M’gonna fuck the sadness out of you,” he said in a low, deep voice. “But I need to know how hard you want it.” You grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling your legs closer and letting him sink deeper. “Hard,” you said softly as he pulled back to look at you. “If you’re going to fuck the sadness out of me,” you started, staring into his eyes.

“You’re gonna need to do it hard and fast. Make me forget everything bad that’s happened today.”

Woosung let out a chuckle, nodded. “You got it, baby girl.”

He immediately set a fast, hard pace, thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes that had you choking on your moans as the sound of skin echoed around his room. Your cheeks burned as you heard the wet sound of his cock entering your cunt repeatedly but you couldn’t be bothered to say anything about it when the base of his cock pressed against your lips.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at it but you knew as a werewolf, he had some parts that weren’t entirely human. You sort of wish you’d gotten a look at his cock but you could feel the difference. With each thrust, the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your hole. You wondered if he was going to try and fit it inside you but that was something for future you to worry about.

“F-hng-fuck,” you moaned. “So fucking big.” Woosung let out a groan, cock twitching inside you. “You like it baby?” he whispered in your ear. “Like how my big cock feels inside you? Like how it stretches your tight little cunt?” You nodded, whimpers leaving your lips as you could feel the knot pressing against your hole even more, a slight stinging as it tried to enter you.

“M’gonna fuck you full,” he growled, thrusts increasing in pace and power as he tried to push the knot into you. “M’gonna fill this little pussy and knot you.” You gasped out as he slammed into you, the knot pushing halfway into you and making you cry out.

“I can’t, daddy! S’too big!” you whimpered. Woosung pulled back, resuming his thrusts. “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can,” he murmured. “Come on, baby. Show me how well you take it.”

He slammed into you again and you cried out as the knot pushed inside you, stretching your cunt as the pain stung, a burning settling in your pussy as he pushed all the way in until your cunt wrapped around the base of the knot, firmly locking him in place as he came, your cunt clenching around his cock.

The feeling of his seed spilling into you had you cumming in time, walls fluttering around his cock, knot and all. As the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you, Woosung coaxed you through it, gently thrusting while buried deep inside you. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Taking all of it. I bet you feel so full,” he continued. “How does it feel, baby?”

Truthfully, the sting of taking the knot had subsided the moment you came and he was right, you felt extremely full of not only his cock but all of the cum he just dumped into you. As your cunt continued to contract around him, lodging the knot inside your walls, you could feel the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“So full,” you moaned. Woosung let out a chuckle as he rested his weight on top of you, getting comfortable. “How long do we have to stay like this?” you asked, curiosity taking over. “Mmm,” Woosung hummed as he thought for a moment. “Maybe like an hour?” he said, not entirely certain. “That was a pretty large load,” he added. “The knot takes some time to go down after it starts swelling.”

“It is pretty large,” you noted in a low tone. Woosung let out a laugh. “Oh baby, this is what it’s normally like. It’s just now starting to swell.” Your eyes snapped open as you met his gaze. “What?” you asked incredulously. As you spoke, you could feel his cock start to throb. “There it goes,” he said and you moaned, feeling the knot start to throb as well, slowly, it started to swell, your cunt stretching around it.

“Oh fuck me,” you groaned as Woosung pushed his cock further, making sure the knot was full enclosed in your walls. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “We’re gonna be like this for a while,” he added as he peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle.

“Did it work?” he asked suddenly, pulling back to look at you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. “Did what work?” A smile spread across his face. “Did I fuck the sadness out of you?”

You laughed loudly, ending in a moan as the knot swelled even more. “Yeah,” you answered with a nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “Yeah, it worked. I don’t even remember why I was sad.” Woosung’s smile grew, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “Good,” he muttered.

“Just let me know the next time you’re sad and I’ll fuck it out of you again.” You giggled as he kissed your face more. “How about you just fuck me whenever?” you asked. Woosung stared down at you, his smile turning into a smirk. “Yeah?” he asked. “Got a taste for the knot and now you want it all the time?” You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your own lips. “Isn’t that what they say?”

“Get knotted one time and you’ll never want another cock?”

Woosung burst into laughter. “That’s not a thing but sure,” he replied. “Once you get the knot, you’ll never swap.”

“Or something like that.”

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[mangowillow]

last to know | ch. 2: as always, even now

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader

summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes back— to seoul and in your life.

general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst, hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!

warnings: mentions of weight loss and a hospital, jeongguk has a panic attack (semi-detailed), problematic parent-child dynamics. let me know if i miss anything and please be kind!

word count: 5.3k

author's note: *peeks into the void* why hello there! let's pretend i didn't disappear off the face of the earth. earlier this year i went to see The Rose live for their dawn to dusk tour and it was so much fun! there's just a lot of things that have happened and continue to do so; please accept my sincerest apologies for being inconsistent! BUT. know that i haven't forgotten about this story. heh.

also a few more things: ♡ to put things into perspective: jeongguk, OC/reader, and woosung are all the same age; that also means they're as old as seokjin and yoongi in this fic. all the other members maintain their age. honorifics may or may not appear at times. if that bothers you, well, can't please everybody! ♡ this fic isn't beta'd nor proofread by anyone. we go rogue, always.

tags for interested readers will be open for as long as this fic is ongoing! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference!

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Woosung plants a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek and giggles.

Looking at him, you ask, “What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason?” Woosung teases as he chews on his jjajangmyeon. You chuckle at his candidness and reach out to wipe the sauce that landed on the corner of his lip. The both of you resorted to sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, using one of them as a makeshift table to place the food.

“I’m really happy you got to come today,” you muse, enjoying Woosung’s calming presence as he delicately places a piece of chicken karaage on your noodle bowl before setting his own down. You haven’t seen him for a few days because he needed to get some new music done in preparation for his application to a recording agency as a performer and a producer. You were more than happy to support him in any way you could, including giving him his space to figure things out. It was also who Woosung was— a quiet soul who liked working in solitude. 

You and Woosung are so much alike.

“Why? Did you think I’d forget?” Woosung teases, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“No, I just thought… maybe you needed more time to prepare for your application. That’s important.”

Woosung gently shakes his head, ready to disagree— “Nothing will ever be as important to me as you.”

A slight pink dusted your cheeks. You didn’t expect him to be this cheesy so early in the morning so you smile and cast your eyes back down to your meal. 

“... I do have news for you, babe.” Woosung starts. He turns his body to face you. Giving your hundred percent attention, you cut the noodles with your teeth and place the bowl down. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you hum at his statement, “What is it?”

Woosung smiles and looks at you lovingly. You feel a bit self-conscious every time he stares at you so intensely and like clockwork, you feel your cheeks heat up. 

“I got the job, sweetheart.”

Hearing the news leave his lips leaves you surprised— your hands fly to your mouth and your eyes start to water. “R-really?” Woosung nods and chuckles through his own teary eyes, you throw yourself at him to give him a tight hug. “Woosung, oh my god— this is— “ you hold him by the shoulders, explore every inch of his face, elation in both of your hearts— “this is great, oh gosh I am so happy for you,” you hug him again. 

You feel Woosung’s body relax instantly in your hold; it has been a journey, walking with Woosung through his own painful moments struggling with his art and passion. Two years ago, he came to Seoul desperately needing a break from life and music after many unsuccessful attempts to make it into the music industry back home in the United States. Although he and his bandmates have put out several songs in the past, they never really gained as much traction with an audience as they had hoped. Going back home to his roots in South Korea also meant leaving his bandmates behind— they have been nothing but supportive of him and his time as they also needed to re-assess their own lives and figure out what they truly wanted. 

Two years ago, Woosung also met you. Both your lives changed ever since.

“Thank you for all your support, ____… you know I wouldn’t have been able to get through all this if it weren’t for you.” Woosung whispers, tightening his hold on your waist. You feel this, you feel everything when it comes to him— so you wrap your arms tighter around him, too. “This is all you, babe. This is all your hard work.”

You both stay that way for a while. Unspoken words are left hanging, as well. You both know well what might become of all this as you always try to communicate. You believe it is what has sustained your relationship for so long. 

Both of you know that Woosung will always belong to music— it’s his dream and the reason why he took so many risks along the way. It was only a matter of when. The possibilities have always been there— should there be a moment where Woosung would return to his career, to his band, to becoming a global star. The fears that come along with those possibilities were also ever-present: what you and Woosung’s future would look like. 

All of these thoughts come rushing to the both of you, but neither of you said anything.

For now, the both of you are happy. And that is enough.

When you parted from each other, you pushed away some of the hair that fell over Woosung’s eyes. “When do you start?”

Woosung takes a deep breath, “As soon as the higher-ups get settled in. I’ve been told they’ve recently landed in Seoul so it shouldn’t be too long now. I’ll be meeting with the owners and one of them is the lead producer. I heard he was a genius, but also a bit scary. They’ve also given me a signing bonus and a potential collaboration with him… that was new… he said they liked my work so much…”

“Wow, that… that sounds so exciting, baby. How are you feeling about all of this?”

“I’m nervous, for the most part,” Woosung murmurs, readjusting the collar of his shirt. It’s been a while since I talked to someone else about music professionally and… this company— I’ve heard so many wonderful things about it. For one, it was built by musicians, too. So I’m hoping they’re not just doing all of it for the business.” 

You smile warmly at Woosung and hold his hands. “You’re going to do great, you know that, right?”

Woosung draws in a breath and nods before meeting your eyes. 

That night, Woosung couldn’t sleep. He watches over you as you dream and when a strand of your hair falls on your face after moving a bit, he tucks it behind your ear. His fingers lightly dance while grazing the side of your face. Woosung sighs as a feeling of anxiety starts to creep into his heart. He loves change, but he cannot help but feel somewhat scared about it anyway. He gets so lost in his thoughts about you that he doesn’t notice you wake up.

“Baby, hey… you’re still awake.”

Your voice brings Woosung back to the present. Seeing your sleepy eyes under the sliver of moonlight that passes through your window makes his heart do a mini somersault— it always does.

“Hmm… I couldn’t sleep,” Woosung says. You scoot closer to him, his arm going under your shoulders to support your body in an embrace. 

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” you whisper, eyes closed, inhaling his scent— him. 

“Just… things. I’m not sure how to articulate them yet…”

You hum, “Then I’ll just stay like this with you to keep you warm… warmth helps you sleep, right?”

Woosung nods, bringing your body closer to his. “Hm… especially your warmth.” Seconds later, he feels you breathe deeper, letting him know that you’re about to let yourself succumb to sleep once more. “I love you.”

When no response came from you, Woosung closed his eyes. Then suddenly, in the stillness of the night, he feels your hand squeeze his ever so lightly.

“I love you, too.”

“Hyung, I think that’s the salt—” Jimin starts.

Seokjin snorts, stopping with the shaker in his hand mid-air, “What do you mean, Jimin-ah, I think I know the difference between salt and sugar.” He was about to potentially put salt on the croffle in front of him, leaving Jimin feeling both very nervous and distressed.

“Last time, I remember you put the sugar in a different container because a customer accidentally broke the original shaker. The color of the cap was blue, not red. This—” he pointed at the shaker Seokjin was holding, “— is obviously not blue.”

“Yah, that happened last week, but I already switched them out two days ago—” Seokjin tries to argue.

They didn’t notice Woosung enter the cafe until he spoke, “Why don’t you just taste it?”

“Oh hey, Woosung-hyung,” Jimin greets.

“Hey, Jimin. Good to see you,” Woosung replies as Jimin nods, his eyes turning into crescents as soon as he smiles.

Seokjin scoffs once more before greeting Woosung, but he relents and tastes whatever is inside the shaker. When he makes a funny face, Jimin and Woosung chuckle.

“Told ya, hyung. Tell us I saved your life.”

“I can’t believe this is salt, I knew I already switched it out—”

With possible disaster averted, Jimin doesn’t listen to Seokjin’s monologue anymore, “You’re here early today, hyung. Would you like to order the usual?”

“Actually, I am here to buy a mango parfait… ____’s fridge is crazy cold and the frozen mangoes are, well, too frozen. I might actually break the blender. I also forgot to make her usual overnight oats. We had to move a lot of things very quickly yesterday so she could have a bed to sleep on.”

“I got you, hyung. We just finished making a fresh batch of parfaits. Do you want one, too?” Jimin asks.

“Are there other flavors?”

“Blueberry and strawberry,” Seokjin adds.

“I’ll take one blueberry, then. Thanks.” Woosung gets ready to pay, but Seokjin waves him away. “It’s on the house.”

“You always give us free stuff, Seokjin—” Woosung tries to argue, but Seokjin shakes his head immediately.

“Taking care of my sister is more than enough, Woosung-ah.”

Woosung gives Seokjin a tight smile and nods. Seokjin then asks, albeit softer, “How is she doing lately?”

“She’s doing better,” Woosung reassures. “She has been painting more recently; not just because of her job at the university, but also at home. We’re going to set up her studio today so it should be fun.”

“That’s good to hear, right hyung?” Jimin turns to Seokjin, who nods. Jimin hands Woosung a paper bag with the parfaits. “I put some new desserts we’re experimenting with. Please give them a try.”

Woosung peeks at the paper bag and sees croissants and greenish muffins, presumably matcha-flavored. “Oh wow, thank you Jimin… I won’t take up too much of your time, guys. ____ is still sleeping and I need to clean up the mango disaster I left on her kitchen counter before she wakes up.”

Seokjin chuckles, “You really came all the way here for parfaits when you could have bought these anywhere near ____’s apartment.”

“Ah, but nothing beats your parfaits, Seokjin. A wise man once told me that,” Woosung smiles. He and Seokjin instantly formed a bond the moment they met two years ago, much to your relief. You’ve always been nervous to tell your brother anything remotely new about your love life— and you understand where he is coming from.

“Well whoever that wise man is must be pretty smart,” Seokjin replies. His eyes soften right afterward. “Go. Let’s have a drink sometime, yeah?”

“Sure thing,” Woosung waves goodbye to Seokjin and Jimin.

Jeongguk walks the hallway of the recording studio, still groggy from sleep. Hands in his pockets, he stood outside Yoongi’s door, staring at his peculiar mat: a cat with its middle finger raised, the words ‘fuck off’ glaring at him. Figures, he thought. A doormat won’t stop him from ringing Yoongi’s doorbell, though.

“Who is it?” he hears Yoongi call out.

“It’s your favorite person in the whole wide world,” Jeongguk says, sarcasm lacing his voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose; a habit he developed in college whenever he felt the exhaustion seep out of him. He hears scuffling from the other side of the door until the sound of the door’s automatic lock rings. Jeongguk sees Yoongi clad in a plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and a gray beanie— his signature style. 

“Dumbass,” Yoongi mutters under his breath before turning his back to return to his equipment. “Good morning to you too,” Jeongguk teases as he closes the door behind him. 

“How are you already set up? It’s barely a day since we arrived!”

Yoongi chooses not to respond. 

“You’re kidding me, right?” Jeongguk asks in disbelief. “Please tell me you at least went home to get your shit sorted? Or maybe sleep like normal human beings do?”

“I did… for a brief moment, maybe?” Yoongi starts.

Jeongguk shakes his head, “You have to stop spreading yourself thin, Yoongi. It’ll be the death of you.”

Yoongi fiddles with a few knobs on the synthesizer before muttering, “That doesn’t seem so bad— spreading myself too thin, that is.”

Jeongguk throws his hands up in surrender and rolls his eyes.

“Have I succeeded in frustrating you to hell and back, yet?” Yoongi smirks while continuing to flit his eyes through the numerous screens in front of him.

Jeongguk was about to say something but then the door alarm clicked. Kim Namjoon’s head peeks out from behind the door.

“I came to say my welcome remarks,” Namjoon says as he lets himself in. Jeongguk’s mouth falls open because he couldn’t believe Namjoon could just easily waltz in without any resistance. What’s even more astounding was that he knew Yoongi’s passcode— while he, on the other hand, had to ring the fucking doorbell.

“Oh, great. So your boyfriend knows your passcode and I don’t?” Jeongguk asks.

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” Yoongi states, matter-of-factly. Jeongguk couldn’t help but glance at Namjoon’s way, who seemed unfazed.

“Right, and I’m Neil Armstrong,” Jeongguk plops down on the couch.

“You’re the CEO, Jeongguk, of course, you should know the passcode… right, Yoongi?” says Namjoon, ever the oblivious one. 

Yoongi continues to do work on his computer, his fingers deftly flying across his keyboard, “Don’t encourage him, Namjoon.”

Namjoon looks back at Jeongguk who has now taken an interest in the plant beside the couch. When they met each other’s eyes, Namjoon just shrugged, his dimples showing. 

“How was your flight, you guys? I hope everything was easy peasy.”

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Jeongguk responds. “Not sure about Yoongi here though. He looked like he was about to puke.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi retaliates.

“I can’t imagine the both of you tolerating each other while in another country. It’s a miracle this production company is still standing upright,” Namjoon says chuckling. 

Namjoon met Jeongguk first in university while they studied in New York. Although Jeongguk was a business student and Namjoon double majored in music theory and composition, they ran into each other at a frat party-— with Jeongguk being drunk off his ass. He was about to fall into the pool full of piss (which the other frat members thought was funny) when Namjoon saved him in the nick of time. 

Apart from Yoongi, Namjoon also served as Jeongguk’s confidant, especially after things went south between you and Jeongguk. When the dust settled and Jeongguk was sober enough to realize the gravity of his mistakes, Namjoon helped Yoongi pick up the pieces of Jeongguk’s brokenness. As with time passing by, Namjoon and Yoongi started to develop into something more, too. Much to Jeongguk’s delight and envy.

However, neither Yoongi nor Namjoon has admitted their feelings to the other. And truth be told, Jeongguk is sick of them dancing around each other.

But he also knows it’s none of his business.

“Hey, Jeongguk, is that family dinner of yours still happening tonight?” Yoongi decides to ask. Also probably to change the subject.

Jeongguk lets out a deep sigh. “Yes, it is.”

“Ouch. Will you be alright?” Namjoon asks out of genuine concern.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“You always have a choice, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi inserts. “You just need to work on making the right ones.”

Jeongguk slacks his jaw and runs his tongue across his lip ring. He doesn’t really have an answer to that.

Because once again, Yoongi was right. Not just about the damn family dinner; Jeongguk also knows his best friend’s words run deeper and imply a whole lot more than just feeling forced to sit down with his parents over steak and champagne.

“See you on the other side, then,” Namjoon says as he pats Jeongguk on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Jeongguk mulled over bringing flowers to the family dinner but decided against it.

He knows that the house would be filled with them, anyway. And his efforts won’t matter, either.

As he got out of his car, a chauffeur was already by his side ready to take his keys for him. When the car drove off, Jeongguk took a moment to look at the house he hadn’t lived in for years. It feels odd to come home; it feels even odder to feel numb about all of it.

It took Jeongguk a few seconds to ring the doorbell; for god’s sake, it was his house too, he thought. Ringing the doorbell meant he was a stranger— which he felt was appropriate.

He was greeted by a new housekeeper. He gave her a nod before stepping inside. Almost instantly, his mother appeared at the top of the staircase. They look at one another for a moment, before his mother breaks the silence.

“You finally decide to show yourself.”

Jeongguk doesn’t move. Doesn’t respond, either. He was prepared for a stare-off match with his mother, but that was until his father showed up from the kitchen. With a dish towel in hand, Jeongguk’s father smiled at him as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you, son.”

Jeongguk, once more, doesn’t have it in him to respond.

At the dinner table, the silence was so loud, that Jeongguk thought it could break glass.

“Did you settle in fine, Jeongguk?” his father asks.

“Yes, father, I did.”

“You should have chosen a place that was nearer to us, Jeongguk,” his mother chides.

“Honey…” Jeongguk’s father tries to put out a fire that is about to ignite. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was so tired from the flight and emotionally, that he felt a need to retaliate.

Because why not? Whether he speaks up or not wasn’t really up to him. Between him and his mother, he has nothing to lose.

“I don’t know, mother, I chose that place because I wanted to get away from here as much as possible.” Jeongguk remarks. He knows he hit a nerve because his mother downed her champagne rather than respond.

“How is the company going, son? Everything doing alright?” his father asks, trying to mitigate a conflict that neither of them could recover from.

“I guess. Yoongi and I haven’t managed to burn anything so that’s nice,” Jeongguk eats a spoonful of mashed potato. He knows he really needs to shut up and regulate his emotions, but he just can’t help but be sarcastic.

Once more, the silence won. However, Jeongguk’s mother is the type to not back down.

“You should think about getting married soon, Jeongguk—” she starts. Jeongguk feels himself grow cold as if on instinct. 

“—and this time, we want you to marry someone your level,” she finishes. Jeongguk felt his heart twisting so painfully that he didn’t notice how tight he held on to his cutlery.

Jeongguk swallows the once-repressed pain that used to consume him whole. He knows this is futile because he never dares to face his regrets square in the face. Instead, he allows the pain to make him angry. He allows his resentment to consume him in ways he doesn’t know how to handle and in a pained effort to avoid causing further damage, he remains quiet. Unresponsive. Cold. Withdrawn.

But his own mother is even more cold-hearted than he is. She is the one who made him like this.

It’s her fault.

“You need to marry a good woman who can keep up with your social status. Remember you’re not just anyone, Jeongguk. You’re a Jeon. And you have a legacy to uphold,” his mother condescends. 

Tears start to sting Jeongguk’s eyes, but he doesn’t want to let his mother win. So he keeps still.

“I have a few prospects for you, dear. We should set dates for them, don’t you think so? I chose the most refined and educated—” Jeongguk hates how his mother knows how to push his buttons and hurt him.

He knows that his mother knows his ultimate weakness.

You.

And because his mother cannot contain her insecurities and prejudice, she projects it all on her son. But most especially, you— whether you were in the room or not.

Jeongguk’s mother continues her monologue. His father miserably fails to become the referee (he always does). Heat starts to rise Jeongguk’s neck and he swears he could hear his own blood pumping through his ears. What almost immediately follows is the high-pitched ringing that only he can hear. 

Jeongguk starts to feel dizzy; like he’s about to lose control.

But instead of releasing, instead of crying, instead of getting angry— he does none of them. 

He finds himself standing up, his hands dragging the plate full of food to the ground. With all his might, Jeongguk tries to breathe deeply.

“That’s enough, mom.” Jeongguk croaks. A tear escapes his eye. “Please.”

Jeongguk rarely addresses her as “mom”. But in times of vulnerability and helplessness, it’s the term he ends up using.

“As I expected… you are still weak, Jeongguk.” his mother states with absolutely no remorse.

Jeongguk feels like he is about to throw up. To save himself, he drags his legs to leave the dining area. Housekeepers try to help him, but he brushes them aside. Security guards around the house up until the gate tried to support him, but Jeongguk just waved them all off.

He just needed to get away before his vision completely blurred. He needed to get out of this godforsaken house.

It was a miracle that Jeongguk got far away from the house as he had. But in doing so, he felt physically weaker and weaker. His mind isn’t done with him yet as thoughts of you start to resurface. His chest starts to tighten again. He feels cold and afraid and tired.

Jeongguk falls to his knees on the side of the road; he allows his body to go limp and fall to the ground. 

He barely remembers what happened next.

When Jeongguk opens his eyes, bright, stale lights greet him. 

He hears beeping, faint footsteps, a voice over an intercom.

He feels something brushing his leg so gently that it takes him a while before realizing that someone is standing over him, wiping the edge of his slacks.

Jeongguk squints his eyes to get a better look at the person touching his leg. When he tries to elevate his upper body, the person in front of him feels him moving.

Jeongguk couldn’t believe who he was seeing. His panic attack must still be happening because it was impossible.

It was you.

“Oh… hi,” you start. Jeongguk is at a loss for words so he continues to stare at you.

You immediately feel self-conscious so you start to wrangle the damp cloth you were holding. 

“Are you okay? Hang on, I’ll call the nurse—”

You start to leave, but Jeongguk catches your wrist. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. You look at his hand on your wrist before Jeongguk lets go of it.

“W-what happened?”

“You’re at the hospital… um, I– I got a call from them saying you were here,” you say.

Jeongguk’s eyebrows met. He is still confused as to how or why the hospital would call you. As he looks at you, in the flesh, in front of him, the familiar ache in his chest threatens to overwhelm him again.

You look as beautiful as ever, even more so than the last time he saw you. The last time he did, you were crying to him. He did that to you. That was his fault.

“Are you hurt, anywhere, Jeongguk? I think I need to call your doctor, just give me a second—”

“No… please. I’m okay. I don’t feel any pain.” Except for my broken heart.

“Oh… okay.”

Jeongguk observes you, more particularly your hands. You still have that habit of fiddling with your fingers when you didn’t know what to do, he thinks. 

“H-how did the hospital call you? You didn’t change your number?” Jeongguk is a hundred percent sure his choice of questions was dumb, but he doesn’t have any idea as to why you’re here.

“The hospital told me I was your emergency contact… they uh– they only found your wallet on you and found this,” you explain as you handed him his wallet. Inside was an old piece of paper with your emergency contact number and e-mail address.

“The e-mail address is now defunct, but my number is still the same because I had it reactivated when I came back here…”

When I came back here, Jeongguk repeated to himself. 

Jeongguk wanted to ask you a million questions, but his throat feels dry and he is unable to speak. 

“I um, I also called Yoongi. He should be here any minute,” you continue. When Jeongguk looks at you funny, you give him a small smile— the first one you’ve given him since he woke up. “We talk sometimes.”

There is a lot of information that Jeongguk needs to process but his head hurts a lot and he makes a mental note to interrogate his friend later.

You move to grab and open the plastic bag that is on the bedside table. You pull out a pair of black socks. Jeongguk sees you hesitate a bit before speaking again.

“I got these across the street… your socks got wet from the rain.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk feels really dumb.

“May I?” you tentatively ask. “Your feet will get cold if we don’t—and you have the IV on so you won’t be able to use your hands—”

“It’s okay…” Jeongguk’s response startles you. “Thank you.”

You nod and sit by his feet to put on the new socks. Jeongguk feels the tears again but he tries to hold them back as he feels your touch and your warm fingers graze his bare, cold skin. When you’re done putting them on him, you smile to yourself.

“Does that feel better?” you ask.

Jeongguk nods and hums. He took his time to look at you and to his mild surprise, you reciprocated. A sense of stillness seemed to occur like time stopped just so Jeongguk could fully take in the sight of you.

He hurriedly tries his best to memorize all your features—old and new. Your face is smaller, your cheekbones higher; both indicative of you losing a bit of weight since he saw you last. Your eyes are softer, but also more tired. You also grew out your hair. 

To Jeongguk, you are still so beautiful.

And he missed you so much that his heart hurt again at the thought of losing you.

“How are y—” Jeongguk tries to ask, but the door to his hospital room slid open, revealing a disheveled Yoongi.

“Jeongguk, are you okay? What happened?”

Jeongguk notices you quickly moving aside to give Yoongi room. 

“I’m fine, Yoongi. I guess I just passed out and—”

“You had another panic attack, Jeongguk. That’s the second time this week. Have you taken your medication?”

Yoongi’s string of questions had Jeongguk feeling anxious. He just had the unexpected chance of seeing you again but under the most dire circumstances. Surely, it wasn’t the time for you to hear about his mental health issues.

“Yoongi, can we—” Jeongguk tried to save face, but Yoongi was faster. 

Yoongi turns to you and hugs you. “I’m sorry, ____, you must have been so confused.”

“No, not at all, I’m… I’m glad I could be of help,” you reassure. More so for Jeongguk because you know this must be very awkward for him. 

A bit of awkwardness did happen because none of you spoke for a bit. Your phone ringing was the only saving grace.

“Hello? Oh, okay. I’ll be right out,” you answer the other person on the line. Hanging up, you say, “Um… I should get going.”

“Is someone picking you up?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, Taehyung’s just a few minutes away,” you answer.

Yoongi nods and pulls you in for another hug. He whispers his thanks and you respond by hugging him tighter.

You also approach Jeongguk a little closer. “Take care of yourself, Jeongguk.” You see the pain in his eyes, but you refuse to acknowledge it to yourself, even if Jeongguk’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears and his nose was already pink.

Jeongguk doesn’t want you to go. But again, he has no choice but to let you.

“You too, ____.”

As soon as you close the door, Jeongguk allows his tears to fall.

As soon as you get into the car, Taehyung asks his questions.

“Why the hell did you just come out of a hospital?”

“Tae—”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? You’re the only one there? What happened?” You can feel the panic rising in Taehyung as he inspects you, but you just chuckle.

“Yah—you laugh?”

“I’m fine, Taehyung,” you tell him but he doesn’t look convinced. “I really am.”

“Then why were you in there?”

“I saw Jeongguk again, Tae,” you calmly respond.

Taehyung freezes. “You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not,” you answer.

“And you’re… are you okay?”

“I am.”

Taehyung knows you better than that but he gives you a pass because he could also tell you were tired and your short answers mean that you didn’t want to talk just yet.

“Do you want to talk about it over ice cream and fries?”

For a second, you felt tempted, but you just also wanted to go home. “Maybe some other time, Taehyung.”

Taehyung understands immediately and nods. “Should I take you to Woosung hyung or do I take you home?”

You do want to see Woosung because you know he is what you need, but you also don’t want to burden him with a bombshell of an event so you opt to be alone for the night. “Take me home, please.”

“Okay, ____,” Taehyung answers.

The rest of the car ride was a quiet one.

The short walk in the hallway leading to your home is a heavy one. As you punch in your passcode, you deeply sigh. You want nothing more than to collapse on the bed and ruminate on what just happened over the past few hours.

However, the moment you open the door, a wave of delicious scents welcomes you home. As you take off your shoes, you see a familiar pair. You smile to yourself as you place yours beside it. 

You enter your home further and see Woosung with his back to you, working his way in the kitchen. As if on cue, Woosung turns around and walks toward you. 

“Hey you,” you say with a smile.

“Hi,” Woosung responds, gathering you in his arms and pulling you into a tight embrace. “Did you have a good day, today?”

You feel yourself swallow once before nodding. Woosung, ever the sensitive boyfriend, holds you tighter.

You know you can’t hide from him. So you hold on to him tighter, too.

And you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Woosung feels your body shake and he runs his hand across your back to soothe you. 

He may not know what’s going on right now, but he also knows you will talk to him when you’re ready. So he continues to embrace you; kissing the side of your head after a while.

Woosung whispers against your ear, “You’re safe with me, sweetheart.”

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Pairing: Woosung x reader. Word count: 1157 words Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff and love Plot: Woosung asks you to marry him. A/N: I'm so in love with this concept and I really see him doing something like this with his S/O. We stan a king 💕 Hope you enjoy reading this little scenario 💕 P. S. Dojoon was the one giving me this idea when he mentioned he saw Woosung asking his gf to marry him with a sour candy ring as a joke Taglist -> let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.

You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.

He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.

You’ve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.

You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldn’t let anybody interrupt your little date.

Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.

“I have a few surprises for you today.” He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. “It’s not my birthday yet.” You said laughing. “What? Can’t I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?” He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. “It’s amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.” He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. “What’s wrong with you?” You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. “I just love you so much.” He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. “Open it.” He said as he continued to finish his noodles.

When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. “Marry me?” He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldn’t believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. You’ve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. “Meet me downstairs then.” He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.

You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. “Is this more of what you imagined?” He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. “Fuck you Kim Woosung.” You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. “Sure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).” He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. “I guess we’ll go to the first band wedding then.” Dojoon teased. “Actually I haven’t even asked her properly yet.” Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. “After 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each other’s annoying selves.” He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didn’t care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didn’t care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. “We’ve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kiss…” He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. “You didn’t need to be that specific…” Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. “And now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.” He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.

“So? Would you marry me?” He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. “Of course yes.” You said, throwing yourself into his arms. “You didn’t look this convinced when I asked you out there.” He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. “That was not a proposal.” You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. “You at least gotta admit it was original.” He said proud of his first attempt. “Can you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?” Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.

And just like that Woosung was ready to give everything he had to take care of you. To show you he is the husband you always knew he was. And you were ready to show him you were made to be with him ever since you both met. Now another 10, 20, 30, 40, 1000000 years wait for both of you. Just like Woosung said, until death do you apart and even more.

[kpopimaginings]

Coachella - Woosung (Sammy)

A/N: My first The Rose writing. Big thanks to anon for requesting, and especially for requesting my bias!

Playing Coachella was a big deal for The Rose, but what made it an even bigger deal for Woosung was that he had you there with him.

The guys were getting ready and hyping themselves side stage and you were right there with them to offer encouragement.

"I'm kind of nervous," Woosung admitted to you as he bounced up and down to release some of the nervous energy.

"You'll do amazingly, babe, you always do," you assured him.

"Thanks," he smiled back at you. "I don't know whether you watching makes it better or worse."

"Oh, don't worry about that. As soon as you head on stage, I'm going for a wander to see who else is playing," you joked.

Woosung quickly grabbed your wrist, as if he thought you were actually going to leave. "You wouldn't dare."

You took a step closer to him, "Wouldn't I? If me being here makes you nervous, maybe I should."

The words had barely left your lips when you found yourself caught in a short but passionate kiss.

"You won't," he asserted.

"Hm, promise me more of that when the sets done, and I definitely won't."

He shot you that cheeky smile you loved so much before retorting. "Maybe you'll need to stay here to find out."

The moment was broken by Dojoon calling your boyfriend away. You couldn't stop the smile the formed on your face as The Rose readied themselves and headed out on stage. As much fun as it was to tease your somewhat possessive boyfriend, you were so proud of him and band that you would never have missed this performance.

NAVIGATION 

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Who Are You Dating?

Your friend was sitting opposite of you with crossed arms and pouting lips, being visibly upset with you.

“I just don’t understand why you are keeping this a secret from me! Don’t you trust me, y/n?” You laughed sheepishly.

“Of course I trust you. But just like I said, now is not the time to reveal his name. Not yet.”

Your friend sighed in annoyance.

“Fine. Keep your stupid secret then.” She gulped her drink in one go and thought about her next move for a minute.

“Hey, y/n!” You leaned over the table, paying her your utmost attention. “Since you won’t tell me the name of your famous sweetheart… can you at least tell me what he’s like? Is he treating you well?”

Your lips turned up into one big smile. Was your boyfriend treating you well? Was he paying attention to you and your needs? You took a sip of your drink and nodded, smiling nonchalantly.

“You could say so, yeah.” Your friend got up from the table and strode over to the bar, leaving you alone and confused. She came back with a bottle of soju in her hands and determination in her eyes.

“Do you know what this is?” You looked at her bewildered. “Soju”, you answered.

“Yes. Soju. This is a special kind of soju. With each shot we take, I get to ask you a question about your secret romance guy which you have to truthfully answer. Got it?” You admired your friend’s determination – she always had been stubborn and now was no exception.

“And you think you will figure it out that way?”

She smirked at you, then proceeded to pour the first two shots. You were nervous, yet amused. Would she figure it out? Or were you smart enough to keep your idol boyfriend’s identity a secret? You leaned back in anticipation and mustered the shots.

“Game on.”

Your friend clanked her glass with yours and both of you downed the bitter tasting alcohol in one go.

“Waaah”, she sighed in relief. “Nothing beats soju if you ask me.” You on the other hand winced in dismay as you weren’t the big drinker your friend wanted you to be.

You heard your friend clap her hands together, signaling that it was time to start her questionary game.

“Question one, and I’ll go easy on you with that one, is: when and where was your first date?”

You thought back to the first time you met him, smiling unconsciously.

“Well, it had to be months ago. Oh I know, it was the beginning of April. Shortly after my dad’s birthday. Even though I had met him weeks prior our first date was in April.”

“You met him weeks prior? What? Was he too shy to ask you out?” You threw your head back laughing.

“No, not at all. He asked me out right away – he didn’t waste any time on making clear that he liked me. However, it took us some time to meet up because he had to work non-stop. He was out of the country a lot and all his plans to take me out fell through. But then-”, you stopped with a big smile. “Then, it kind of happened spontaneously.”

Your friend looked at you skeptically. “Spontaneously?”

“Yeah. He was alone in the office, working on his music. It was late at night, so he ordered a cab for me and met me in his company’s building.” Your friend looked disappointed.

“That’s not the love story I wanted to hear, y/n.” You laughed in amusement.

“But why? He worked with what he got. He found some mats and a blanket and used those to imitate a picnic. He literally got all the snacks the office had to offer and he even found some fairy lights that he hung up to set the mood.” You smiled warmly, thinking back to how your boyfriend looked in those golden lights, admiring you just as much as you admired him.

“We talked all night and even slept there until we got woken up by the sun. I know it sounds like it wasn’t that much but it was actually very romantic.”

Your friend smirked. “Did something remarkable happen?” You blushed and looked down at your lap. “OMG, y/n. Spill the tea!”

“He, uhm, he actually showed me what he was working on. It was a love song, a very sexy one, too. And I loved it – he is so great at his craft. After he made sure that I loved the song he confessed to me – he actually wrote it for me. And then he kissed me.” Your cheeks grew redder by the second.

“No way, that sounds so lovely! He wrote a sexy love song for you? Can I hear it?” You chuckled silently.

“You already have.” Your friend’s eyes grew wide in surprise.

“What? No way? I have? He actually published a song he wrote for you?!” You smiled proudly while nodding your head. Your friend clasped her chest in amazement. “Damn.”

You took the bottle of soju in your hands and poured the next shots. After your friend had composed yourself you downed the next round. “Okay, now tell me. What is his best quality? And leave no part out!”

You leaned back in your chair, thinking about an answer that would do him justice. His best feature? You thought about his exceptional good looks – driving not only you, but thousands of fans crazy. He had those beautiful, yet intense eyes that could pierce right through you with just one glance. He had that cute nose that you could admire all day. You thought of his very sweet and kissable lips that you loved to hang unto. As you pictured your boyfriend’s face you automatically started recalling his body. The muscles on his back or his well-defined arms turned you on indefinitely. His strong legs or selient abs made you weak, as well as his cute little tushy did.

But was that his best quality? No, far from it. He was a very handsome man on the outside, but even more so on the inside. You admired his intellect, especially his emotional intelligence. He always knew how to take care of you and what to say to soothe your wounds. You admired his hard work and determination – you had never seen someone so ambitious and goal-focused as he was. You thought about his kindness – no matter how hard the day had been or which brutal lies had been spread about him, he always wore a smile on his face and treated the people around him with kindness and compassion.

“Hello? Earth to y/n? Are you still debating on his best quality?” You laughed at your friend. “Hey, it’s hard. He is such a great person. I-”

Suddenly you thought back to a moment in which you were laughing hysterically together about the most profane things, holding your stomachs while gasping for air. What you admired the most about your boyfriend was his humbleness – he never forgot where he came from and he always tried to stay down to earth while being his best self. A proud smile covered your lips again.

“His best quality is that he’s real.”

Your friend re-filled the shot glasses while monitoring the remaining soju. “Alright, I guess I have about 2 questions left, so I better make them count.” You both downed the next shots, which you started to regret immediately as you felt yourself getting dizzy. Your chest got warmer, you tongue got looser and your impulse to overshare grew quickly.

Your friend cleared her throat before posing her next question. “Is he dominant or submissive?” You nearly choked on your own spit after hearing that one. “What? It’s something your best friend should know!”

By now your cheeks were dark red – a mixture of the soju in your blood and the shyness you felt in your body. You were no prude but talking about your sex life made you feel awkward. Especially in a public place like a bar. About your super famous boyfriend that nobody was supposed to know about. You tried dodging the question but your friend was merciless.

“So?”

“Kind of both I guess?”

“I guess? I guess? Who is fucking him? You or me? What do you mean I guess?”

“Oh my god”, you whimpered as you lowered your head and hoped that the floor would swallow you this instant. How were you supposed to answer that?

He was in fact both – most of the times he loved to take on the dominant role. Usually he was the one seducing you, mounting you and having his way with you – which you totally loved. You loved getting on your knees for him, begging him to make you feel good and give you what you wanted. You loved when he was using his strength over you, pressing you into the mattress until not only your legs shook but also the walls around you. You fucking loved it when he was degrading you, being rough with you until it was over and he would pamper you like a princess.

But sometimes it was reverse – sometimes the responsibility of his work took a toll on him and he was happy to be submissive. He enjoyed being indecisive, not balancing the world on his shoulders for once and then he behaved like a brainless puppy that followed your every word. A pussydrunk boy that would burn the world down if you asked him to.

Your friend watched you debate your answer for what felt like eternity until she smirked naughtily. “You’re thinking about him fucking you for like 5 minutes and your face tells me everything, y/n. You don’t have to answer me. Lucky you though!” She stuck her tongue out and erupted in laughter afterwards.

You were eyeing the bottle of soju which was nearly empty. “Thank god”, you mumbled under your breath.

“Oh”, your friend pouted. “The bottle is almost empty. This game is so much fun – why don’t we get a new one after?” She beamed at you in excitement which you shut down immediately.

“If we get a new one, you’re the one answering questions, missy!” She rolled her eyes at you in annoyance.

“Drink up!”

Just one more question. You just had to answer one more question and you would be released from this torture. You did well until now, you had not said his name so far. You grinned at yourself proudly, congratulating yourself for your willpower.

“So, your special secret guy. Has he been in love before you?”

You felt your chest tighten. The alcohol in your blood made it impossible to hide your true feelings, so it was written all over your face. “Shit, wait. Is this a touchy subject?”

It was. In fact, it really was.

You sighed in dismay, taking your time before answering truthfully. “There has been someone before me that he was deeply in love with. His feelings were reciprocated and they shared a very beautiful, yet intense time together. It didn’t work out because there were a lot of obstacles in their way, rendering their love impossible.”

Your friend watched you silently for some time. “Y/N, it’s over between them, right? Why are you so disturbed by this?” You chuckled awkwardly.

“It is over between them, that’s true. And I shouldn’t be jealous or pissed off because of it but I find it very hard not to be. Especially when he sees that ex every day.” Your friend’s eyes widened in shock.

“Every day? Was he dating a staff member or something?” You shook your head.

“No, he was dating one of his members.” Your friend’s jaw hit the floor, leaving her silent for the first time that evening.

“You got to be shitting me. He was in a relationship with one of his members? Holy fuck. I thought those boy on boy ships were made up by crazy fan girls but they actually exist?”

“Of course they exist. Imagine spending years with someone that you like. You go through thick and thin, that person understands what you are going through like no other. It’s only natural to develop feelings in that scenario. Especially with all those sexy dances and touchy photoshoots.” Your friend nodded in agreement.

“Does he know?”

“About my insecurities? No. I try my best to hide them. What’s done is done, right?”

You glanced over at the bottle of soju. “It’s almost empty.“

“Almost”, your friend poured the remaining sip into your shot glass. “This is like half a shot. Do you get to ask me half a question then?” you grimaced.

“Haha, smart ass. Save those comments for your boyfriend. Let me think. We’ve covered your first date and his best qualities and we’ve talked about him in bed and his history with love. Oh! I know.” Your friend looked at you with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. You looked at the shot in your hand for the last time this night and downed it in one go. It actually didn’t taste so bad after four of them.

“Does he love you?”

Did he love you? You grinned the widest grin while thinking about all the ways he made you feel loved every single day. You swore yourself to secrecy in the beginning of the game but after all that soju you couldn’t help yourself. You gestured your friend to come nearer to you.

“Pssst”, you whispered, “Want to know how he loves me?” Your friend nodded while you checked your surroundings like a criminal that was about to confess his sins.

“Okay. He says ‘I love you’ obviously but you know that words are words and actions are what I’m about, right? Listen to this. When I wake up alone I always get a sweet good morning text. He randomly sends me songs that remind him of me. He loves to cook my favorite dinner. He gifts me presents all the fucking time. He calls just to hear my voice. He buys me lingerie only to take it off in 5 seconds. He sends flowers to my house just because I like flowers. He brings me soup when I feel sick. He even kisses me when I have a runny nose. If I complain about something that’s broken in my house he makes sure it gets repaired. He always asks about my family. He always compliments me – on my body and my character. He leaves random notes in my house. He always has the snacks I love most. He tracks my cycle and gets me pads and chocolate when my uterus is out to kill me. He leaves kisses all over my body. He helps me studying Korean and is so patient with me while I’m literally slaughtering his native tongue.  He always checks in on me and reassures me when I feel insecure. He teaches me his dances and pretends I’m good at it. He laughs at my jokes – I mean obviously he does because I’m hilarious, but it’s like he laughs extra hard. And when I’m sad or down the drain he makes sure that I laugh a little bit more. He always makes sure that I know how proud he is of me. Even if I have to date him in secret right now I know that he loves me with all of his heart.” You looked at your teary-eyed friend.

“So, did you figure it out?”

[sleekervae]

Under the Blooming Moon | Woosung x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Something a little different, but since listening to The Rose and Woosung's solo work, I've had this scenario kicking around in my head for a while. Had to get this one out of my system and omg I think this is the longest thing I've ever written on this platform 🥲

Summary: Every year the blood moon rises, potential mates gather with their wolf pack for The Union. A carnal game of cat-and-mouse parlays into the wolves finding and claiming their mate for life, and Woosung already has his heart and claws sunk onto his omega best friend...

Warnings: light violence, blood (biting, scratching), some allusions to sexual harassment, werewolf smut

⋆ WORD COUNT — 8.2k

It was that time of year again. The air had picked up a particular sharp chill as it blew through the trees of Namhae Pyeonbaek forest, branches bustling and scattering loose raindrops across the thick thrush. The rains had fortunately lifted hours ago, setting the stage for what was sure to be a messy and chaotic night.

The moon hung high over the tree canopies, deep ruby in colour, with beams of sinister red light slicing through breaks in the leaves to provide only small semblances of light, all of which were drowned out by the roaring bonfire in the middle of the forest. What was just a typical spacial phenomenon to the lay eye represented a far more lecherous promise.

Far off from any trails or where humans dared to lurk, the wolf pack had gathered for their annual Union ritual. They were all relatively young, equal parts eager and anxious with a libidinous, insatiable appetite for tonight's activities. While the ritual sounded dastardly and vile at first, at the end of the day it was a massive cat-and-mouse game, a competition for beta wolves to find and capture their perfect life mate.

And Woosung had already his eye on his potential prize.

While the other beta wolves engaged in lively banter and indulged in drinks, he chose a more reserved and introverted approach, leaning against the weathered trunk of a thousand-year-old pine, sipping cautiously from his plastic cup. His intense gaze remained fixed on Iseul, undeterred by her unawareness as she conversed with her friends. Her soft bangs and long, dark locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, occasionally brushing against her exposed skin, causing him to detect a subtle shiver running down her spine due to her lack of a coat. However, Woosung was well aware that Iseul had knowingly embarked on this evening's adventure, and if their plans unfolded as intended, a jacket would be the least of her concerns.

From his earliest memories, Woosung harbored a deep desire for Iseul. Their mothers had been best friends, and they had envisioned their pups sharing the same bond. Time proved them right. Raised side by side, they navigated the challenges of being hybrids in a world often unforgiving to their kind. In the face of adversity, Woosung and Iseul clung to each other, learning to rely on one another. This dependence evolved into a lifelong friendship. It was only when Woosung encountered his first heat cycle that he confronted a truth far more profound: his longing for Iseul extended beyond the boundaries of friendship. She was the one he wanted, fully and without consequence. However he was a little awkward back then, and the idea of confessing his feelings to Iseul was just as daunting as the notion of being scalped for a hat.

But he wasn't a teenager in his first awakening anymore. He had grown up, worked on his self confidence and -- of course -- his body. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about his height, he felt he was finally up to the challenge to pick and claim Iseul.

If she would have him, though. There was indeed the possibility that she would shut him down about as gently as a... well... a wolf.

Many betas pursued mates by resorting to quite vile and degrading methods, but Woosung and his friends weren't about that. They remained steadfast in their conviction, undeterred by the ridicule they sometimes faced from larger betas. For Woosung, the idea of a mate was intrinsically tied to mutual desire and respect. He wanted her to be as willing and eager to be with him as he was with her.

"Woosung? Earth to Woosung!" a pale hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance and his focus landed on one of his best friends, Dojoon. The happy-go-lucky beta chuckled at his shaggy-haired friend, "Where'd you go? I was talking to you,"

Woosung cocked a brow, "Where did I go? I've been here the whole time," he sassed back.

"You know what I mean," Dojoon rolled his eyes, "You're staring at Iseul again, aren't you?"

"I am not," Woosung replied sharply.

"Oh-ho-ho, yes he is," their other friends, Hajoon and Jaehyeong suddenly appeared at Woosung's other side, "He's been staring at her like Jaehyeong stares at ramyun,"

He glowered at the younger betas, "Aren't you guys supposed to be stalking potential mates instead of me?"

"Don't say it like that," Dojoon grimaced, "It makes us sound like animals,"

Jaehyeong cocked a brow, bumping Hajoon with his elbow, "Who wants to tell him?"

"You know what I mean, smart-ass," Dojoon scolded back, "Why are you even here? I thought you and Ji-Woon were already a thing?"

"We are, technically," the youngest beta shrugged back, "But she wanted to do this so we can make it 'official', or some shit,"

"Aw, adorable," Woosung smirked, "You better hope Muscle-Brain-McGee over there doesn't claim her, first," he nodded in the direction of the betas gathered closer to the fire, where a handful of them surrounded the pack's beloved figure, Yung. Yung was in the midst of shotgunning a beer can, encouraged by the echoing chants of his friends. With a mighty gesture, he tossed the empty can into the grass, then raised his fists triumphantly into the air, proudly displaying his array of bulging muscles through his snug t-shirt, captivating the attention of everyone around.

Hajoon rolled his eyes, "What a show dog," he muttered. Woosung couldn't agree more, the view of Iseul in the warm glow of the fire much more interesting to him, anyhow.

However, he was surprised when he shifted his gaze and discovered that she was already watching him, suppressing a mischievous smile. The shock nearly caused Woosung to fumble with his drink, but he managed to maintain his composure and playfully winked in her direction. Iseul chuckled softly and discreetly waved back in response.

Dojoon chuckled beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "God, you are so obvious,"

"Oh, leave him alone, Dojoon," Jaehyeong scolded.

"And who are you to scold your alpha?"

"Well, for one: he's taller than you," Hajoon decided, "And he's the only one out of us who's actually got a mate,"

"Can't argue there," Woosung snickered.

On the other side of the bonfire, Iseul only swiveled her head when she caught wind of the boisterous revelry. She couldn't help but see Yung and his friends' juvenile behavior, and despite Yung's chiseled physique and k-drama good looks, she found his personality less than appealing. Naturally, she scanned the sea of radiant faces until her eyes locked onto Woosung, who met her gaze just moments later. Her heart skipped a beat when he winked at her, his charming, boyish grin quickly replaced with an expression of distaste as his friends took the piss out of him.

Woosung had been her most trusted confidant, privy to secrets about her that not even her closest girlfriends knew. She had observed his transformation from a slightly awkward, endearingly nerdy teenager into a sharp and agile young beta. He stood out in their pack as one of the few wolves who treasured her intellect, determination, and confidence over her physical attributes. Even during the times when she felt like the least among the female pups, as they underwent their awakenings and developed in ways she hadn't, he never failed to make her feel beautiful. Her fondness for him had gradually evolved into a subtle crush, particularly when she witnessed his prowess during pack hunts. It wasn't just about his physical appeal; she loved him regardless of his shaggy wolf's cut or sharp cheekbones. Not that she'd dare admit it, but he was the only one she ever thought of when she experienced her heat cycles.

If anyone was going to claim her tonight, she secretly hoped it would be Woosung.

"Iseul, stop staring," her friend, Duri, poked her shoulder, "You're being obvious,"

"What?" Iseul whipped around.

"Yeah," her other friend, Chae-Won, nodded, "Don't pay those mutts any mind,"

"I wasn't, believe me," she assured them.

"Good. Here's to hoping they won't pick up our scent," Chae-Won sighed, grimacing at the thought of Yung or one of his friends forcing her down, "I'll castrate one of them if I have to,"

"Ji-Woon's already covered," Duri smirked at their friend, "Jae had her scent pegged loooong ago,"

Ji-Woon gawked at her, scolding her with a whisper, "You didn't tell anybody, right?"

"That you two are already fucking? No, your secret's still safe with us," Iseul chuckled.

"Good," Ji-Woon huffed, "If the alphas were to find out --"

"They'd give you a stern talking to about breaking ritual and that would be it!" Duri assured her.

Chae-Won chuckled with amusement, "I bet I know someone who already has Iseul's scent pegged,"

Ji-Woon grimaced as she turned to Iseul, "Ugh! If that muscle-headed-meatball even comes within a hair of you, I'll tear out his gizzard and feed it to the strays," she growled, talking about Yung

Iseul rolled her eyes, "Chae's talking about Woosung, Teen Wolf,"

"Oh!" Ji-Woon nodded, sneakily stealing a glance at the group of boys behind them. She offered a fleeting smile when her gaze settled on the silhouette of her man engaged in conversation with Woosung. She then briefly assessed the older beta before returning her attention to Iseul, "No, I won't tear his gizz out,"

"How thoughtful of you," Iseul chuckled back.

A prolonged, resonant howl echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all the betas. They turned to face one of their alphas, Yoongi, who stood at the center of the encampment. Yoongi was a robust, unflappable, and sagacious leader, earning the unwavering respect of every beta under his and his brothers' protection. It was an exceedingly rare sight to witness alphas co-leading, given the often intense clashes of egos and struggles for dominance. However, all seven of them brought unique and distinctive qualities that made their pack one of the most formidable in South Korea.

"The Union is about to start! All participating betas are to meet at the edge of the clearing -- asap!" he called.

"At start of project!" his co-alpha, Jimin, called from behind him.

With that the mass of excited (and quite horny) betas migrated to the edge of their makeshift campsite. Duri sighed as she walked arm-in-arm with her friends, gazing longingly at Yoongi and Jimin, "If only alphas were allowed to participate in the Union,"

Iseul cocked a brow at her, "You forget they're the fucking alphas. They don't need to participate in this shit," she pointed out.

"Yeah! If Namjoon points at me and tells me to get on all fours, I'm there without question," Chae-Won nodded.

A familiar voice from behind the girls called out, "C'mon, girls. She's just saying that because she wants the privileges of alpha's mate," Dojoon said.

The girls turned around, smiling appreciably at their friends. Duri spoke up first, "And you don't fantasize about being alpha one day?" asked curiously.

"Of course he does, just not the boring parts," Woosung pointed out, "Diplomacy, security, pack treaties, mange breakouts..." he shuddered at the last one, "Nasty stuff,"

"Says the guy who spent a full two days lounging in a literal mud bath," Iseul teased back.

Woosung smirked back at her, "I didn't hear you complaining, Iseul," he pointed.

"I lost a bet; I wasn't supposed to complain," she replied, "You're lucky I didn't catch ticks,"

"Like I'd let that happen to you,"

Their friends meanwhile exchanged knowing glances between them, the boys tittering amongst themselves as they followed the male betas. Jaehyeong passed Ji-Woo and tossed a saucy wink her way, and the young beta couldn't help but blush and smile with giddy. Duri looped an arm around Ji-Woo's shoulders, tutting at her.

"God, you guys are gross," she commented with a smirk.

Ji-Woo rolled her eyes, peeling Duri's arm off of her as she followed the females, "Oh, go fantasize about Jungkook,"

"If Yung catches you, not even your wet dreams will save you," Chae-Won teased back. Duri flipped her off, she and Chae-Won chased after Ji-Woon meanwhile, knowing Iseul would catch up with them.

The young beta crossed her arms, nervously nibbling on her inner lip as she locked eyes with Woosung. His usually dark eyes were now speckled with gold, radiating beautifully against his illuminated complexion in the warm, flickering glow of the fire.

"So... are you ready?" he asked, praying his own anxiousness didn't show through his exterior.

They started walking together, "Am I ready to get shoved face-first into the dirt while a neanderthal tries to fuck me into his submission? Sure, why not?" she replied.

Woosung chuckled, "Sounds like you don't plan on getting caught tonight," he noted.

"If I can help it," she shrugged back, "You get the better end of the deal, anyhow: you get a say in who you want," her lips fell into a pout and Woosung saw he never saw anything cuter that night.

"Very true," he nodded, "But you never know, maybe you'll be tracked by somebody who would treat you right?"

"And maybe Duri's going to become an alpha's mate?" she chuckled back, "You have to agree though, Woo, this whole blood moon ritual is kind of ridiculous. For the twenty-first-century, anyway,"

"Maybe. But I like to think some of us adopted the twenty-first-century way of thinking," he replied.

"Besides you, I can't think of a single person," she said, "... Well, your friends are alright, too,"

"I'll let them know you said so," Woosung simpered.

They were coming to the starting line, with the girls grouped separately from the boys, all anticipating the howl to begin. Iseul glanced at Woosung, her stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline surged, and her curiosity reached its peak, "So... out of curiosity... is there anybody here you're hoping to mate with?"

Woosung looked around, hoping he could throw her off his intentions as she shook his head, "I don't know. Obviously someone very obedient, submissive, knows how to cook and clean but fucks like a banshee, obviously," he smirked at her, living for that annoyed expression overtaking her face. She smacked his arm and he simply laughed.

"I know you're only joking, but if any part of you is serious I hope you die old and alone," she huffed.

Woosung's smirk never left as he started for his group, walking backwards to keep her in his line of sight, "In that case, you better hope I don't catch you, Iseul!" he teased.

Iseul tittered under her breath, her confidence flaring as she cocked her chin up, her own dark eyes illuminated with flecks of gold, "... I might not fight if you did," she admitted.

How it was that seven small words could get his heart racing so quickly he had no idea, but Woosung swore his mind blanked out as those seven words echoed in his head. There was a possibility that she was just teasing him, but then he knew when she was kidding around. Something in her tone told him she wasn't this time.

He couldn't help the pep in his step as he turned around, running to find his friends to tell them, "Dojoon!"

The group of female betas were chattering with giddy, some of them dressed skimpier than others, some had slipped notes into the pockets of potential suitors they wanted to tip off. And from the smell, so, so many of them were smack-dab in their heat cycles. Either way, the surrounding atmosphere was thick with lascivious anticipation, and of course there was a little bit of fear involved, too.

Iseul glanced behind her nervously, hoping to spot any trace of Woosung in the sea of faces. She caught him briefly, warming up with his friends for what she'd promised to be a long chase ahead of him. He caught her eye briefly, neither of them paying attention as Jimin reiterated the rules they'd heard time and time again. He winked at her again.

Iseul swore her heart stopped.

"Are you ready, girls?" he announced. The female betas let out a chorus of sharp howls, the sound echoing through the trees and across the horizon. Woosung could distinguish Iseul's pitched tone from miles away, her passionate howl igniting a fire in his core.

"Then... GO!" Jimin's call transformed into a prolonged howl, nearly overwhelmed by the sounds of excitement and squeals as the girls sprinted off into the shadowy depths of the woods. They usually had a minute's head start, but they all knew it wouldn't be long until the boys were upon them.

Iseul tried to keep close to her friends as best as she could, though when she looked over her shoulder again she was dismayed to find she was on her own. Nevertheless, her blood was pumping steadily, her legs burning with adrenaline and her feet thundered across the muddy landscape as she ran as fast and as far as she could. She leapt over bushes and careened around tree groves. Already she could hear howls and screams of the other females echoing through the trees, some twisted with salaciousness and eroticism. The boys were already prowling through the forest, and it wouldn't be long until they came upon her, too.

She slowed down at an old pine, stopping to catch her breath. It felt as though she had been running for hours, when Iseul knew that five or so minutes had only passed. This game wasn't supposed to end until dawn broke over the horizon, or until the males and females had found their mates. Either way, the night ahead of her was long and already the air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex.

Disembodied cries of lust continued to rattle her heightened hearing, intermingled with predatory howls. She could pick out Jaehyeong's pitch in the cacophony, and she had to wonder if he'd already pounced and claimed Ji-Woo, just like she'd always gone on and on about. Iseul shook her head at her friend's fantasies, never the less finding her enthusiasm endearing. Among the racket, Iseul could also pick out Yung's howl; a deep, ground-shuddering sound that reflected his own brutishness. She didn't like how close he sounded.

While she continued to run, Iseul came to the alarming realization that she hadn't heard Woosung's howl, not even once, not even when the boys initially set off. She couldn't help but wonder where he went, debating whether or not it was safe to call out to him, or if she'd gone too far for him to find her. But the latter was ridiculous, she knew he had her scent down to memory, if he wanted her he could find her easily.

That is... if he even wanted her in the first place. Who was to say he even took her previous pass at him so seriously.

The sharp snap of a twig pricked at her ears and Iseul turned hastily on her heel, her fingers curled God willing she needed to unleash her claws. But alas, there was nothing behind her.

Iseul, feeling a mixture of panic and indignation, turned around to find Yung's towering and imposing figure looming over her. His eyes bore a determined look, flecked with fiery gold and oranges, and his intent was clear - he was ready to claim her as his mate by any means necessary.

"Hi Iseul," he greeted, feigning politeness, taking a step forward. She took a step back, her worst nightmare coming true.

"Oh. Hey Yung," she said, doing her best to keep a brave front. The fact was she couldn't lie; she found Yung quite intimidating to be around on normal days. A frat-party-eque sex fest was even worse.

"I found you," he noted, his smile disgustingly lecherous.

"That you did," Iseul took another step back.

"So, you know what that means for us, right?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"That I didn't run far enough," she gaped back, not eager to a chase but she was willing if she needed to.

Yung chuckled darkly, "Oh, don't be that way, Iseul. You know the rules of the Union..." he reiterated, reaching out to stroke back her hair.

Iseul moved her head away, glaring sourly, "Yeah. The rules state you need to catch me, not just find me. That's just lazy," she pointed out.

"Somehow, I think you'll grant me the exception," he noted, "You and I would have beautiful pups together,"

She simpered back, "Not in this lifetime, show dog,"

Yung reached out, attempting to grab her, but with a swift movement, she extended her sharp claws and scratched him across his cheek. Yung yelped in pain and surprise as the sting of her claws met his flesh. It was a warning, a defense against his forceful advances.

Iseul wasted no time. She turned and bolted into the trees again, away from Yung, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yung, nursing his bleeding face, roared in frustration as she disappeared, picking off her scent and taking off after her.

Sure, he was fast, he was practically the golden boy of the betas, but he wasn't as fast and agile as Iseul was. She knew he'd be hot on her tail and she had to find somewhere to hide, she'd even take the bog if she could find it. She didn't know where she was going, hell she couldn't even concentrate on looking straight ahead. Yung's vile scent was still in her nose and so long as that scent lingered, she knew she wasn't safe.

Rounding a grove of trees, Iseul was ready to hurl herself into the thrush when a pair of arms grabbed her. She screamed, fighting like a caged animal when she heard a familiar, soothing voice.

"Calm down! Calm down, Iseul! It's me! It's Woosung!" her friend held her tight against his chest as he fought to keep his grip on her. Iseul then relaxed, surrendering in his arms as her body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

"Oh, thank God!" she panted, "I was this close to being mauled," she pinched the air with her pointer finger and thumb.

Woosung took a whiff of the air, "Don't thank the big guy, yet. Yung's still coming,"

As though on cue, the mighty werewolf emerged from behind the tree trunks, taking both of them off guard. He snarled viciously at Woosung, his own claws bearing from his fingertips.

"Let go of my mate," he growled.

Woosung shook his head, "Yung, c'mon -- we can talk about this. You know, like -- civilized men?"

Yung chuckled with pity, "We're not men, Woosung. We're barely human. And you have what belongs to me. I want it back,"

Iseul snarled back, "Oh, fuck you! Calling me an it!?" if she was stronger then Woosung she would've lunged for the beta, but Woosung held her fast against him. She could feel his heart thundering through her back.

It was then that Woosung had an idea, the only way he knew he could get Yung off of Iseul's back. Though, Iseul may not forgive him for it.

"She's not yours though, Yung," he pointed out, "I can smell her, you didn't claim her,"

Yung scoffed, "We were about to get there,"

"Not even in your dreams," Iseul spat back.

"But that means," Woosung continued, "That if you didn't claim her, then she's still fair game," he gave the bigger beta a cocky smirk. Yung's expression went from sheer anger to panic. He knew what Woosung was thinking.

"Don't do it," he warned him, "Don't you even think about it,"

Iseul caught on. If she wasn't so frightened, she may have been a little excited at what he was proposing. Woosung's breath cascaded down her ear, his vice-like grip on her loosening as he brushed his nose across the swoop of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. Iseul shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Before Iseul had the chance to even ask, she felt his sharp teeth puncture the skin where her shoulder met her neck.

Her scream echoed across the forest.

As quickly as he latched on, Woosung released his bite. But the damage was done; her heat had overwhelmed her the moment he'd broken her skin. A sharp, pleasurable sensation coursed from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heat had never felt so visceral before, consuming her to the point she fought to catch her breath. She could feel her blood trickling down her chest, and even more vividly, she could smell her own blood within Woosung's mouth.

Yung's spirit deflated, his claws retracting, and the once-ferocious gleam faded from his eyes. He understood the futility of his situation; that fighting back now would lead the alphas to exile him from the pack, not that it would make a difference if he did.

Iseul belonged to Woosung, now.

With a scathing snarl, Yung spat at the dirt, backing away slowly, "Fine. She's all yours. You enjoy," he turned on his heel and disappeared in the dark.

Both Woosung and Iseul sighed with relief. Woosung wiped his chin with his hand, guilt shuddering through him at the sight of her blood staining his hand. Guilt... but also a twinge of desire.

"He's gone now," he let her out of his arms. Iseul took two steps before she collapsed against a tree trunk, her legs as wobbly as jello and her skin felt as though it was caging an inferno. Woosung dashed to grab her before she could hit the ground, "Woah! You okay?"

She nodded, she let him set her down gently on the ground. Her breathing settled, as did the adrenaline coursing in her blood. Iseul was dirty, exhausted, but when she looked up at Woosung, sleep was the last thing she had on her mind.

"I'm fine," she huffed, averting her gaze to the clumps of grass and weeds before her, "That was -- oh my God!"

"I'm so sorry, Iseul. I didn't know what else to do," he crouched before her, laying a comforting hand on her knee. She was hot to the touch, every inch of her felt as though it was burning. Though she wasn't in pain.

Iseul cracked a smile and she placed her hand over his, "It's okay. Really, I'm okay," she assured him, "My dry-cleaning might have some questions about this, though," she pointed to the blood seeping into her t-shirt. Woosung simpered quietly, jokes were certainly a good sign.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his concern still sprawled across his expression.

She shrugged listlessly, "Not so much, anymore. I'd rather it was you than... you know," she sighed, "... Um... does this mean that...?"

"I think so," Woosung admitted, "We're mates, now,"

He expected Iseul to unleash a barrage of curses, to scold him for his reckless behaviour, but her hand on his remained steady. Her head fell back against the tree trunk, her eyes shimmering with flecks of gold, more radiant than Woosung had ever witnessed. She was utterly captivating, and the scent of her blood only intensified his smoldering desire.

What a dichotomy, he thought.

If Iseul wasn't so exhausted in that moment, she may have let her baser instincts win. She may have begged Woosung to take her hard and fast against this tree, to make her scream for him again and again. But Woosung wasn't just any werewolf, he was her friend first and foremost. And he already seemed so spooked from before.

"Well... do you wanna sit with your new mate until she regains the ability to walk again?" she asked, suppressing a chuckle.

Woosung's smile was genuine now, his tense shoulders relaxed as he gladly obliged her. He took his place beside her, careful of the bite as he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. She smelled so tantalizing, his desire for her continuing to bubble in his gut and he prayed she didn't notice how he adjusted himself.

Iseul cuddled up into him, his familiar musk so comforting and the skin of his arms a cool contrast to hers. She didn't bother to suppress her smile when he laid a kiss on her temple, she felt as safe as she possibly could out here, under the blooming moon.

Indistinctive howls and moans continued to echo through the night, haunting Woosung and Iseul like harping banshees as they walked through the forest. While they couldn't see anybody, they knew better. There were couples thrusted into bushes, cloistered in the trees, copulating in the shadows and all around them.

The fire had definitely gone out by now, but the smell of burnt wood and kindling was as sharp as ever as it drew the pair back to their camp.

Any sting from Woosung's bite had subsided by now, but Iseul's state of desire remained the same. Nevertheless, she walked hand-in-hand with Woosung, silently processing what had just happened. Woosung really claimed her, after years and years of debating whether or not she should make the first move, praying that one day he'd come up to her and ask her himself, he'd really done it. Sure, it wasn't as romantic as she originally imagined, but the intent remained the same.

"So..." she sighed, "Are you gonna' rush and tell Dojoon and them what happened?" she asked, a mocking smile on her lips.

Woosung cocked a brow, glancing down at her curiously, "They might ask why I smell like your blood, so..." he chuckled, "But I'm not gonna -- I won't run and gossip with them, if that's what you mean,"

"That might be a tough one to play off," she simpered, "Did you follow me?"

"Hm?"

"Did you follow me -- back there? Or, did you just happen upon me like some sort of white knight?" she asked.

Woosung grinned sheepishly and his gaze averted to the ground, "I may or may not have been following your scent. It's easy to pick you out by now," he said.

Iseul smiled back, "Lucky you had," she replied, "Although it did kind of hinder your chance,"

"How do you mean?" Woosung asked, picking off the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She shrugged bashfully, "Well -- you didn't really get a chance to catch your mate properly. You know... after a ten minute chase, it's supposed to be filled with anticipation and sexual tension until you finally take her under a tree or something,"

Woosung cocked a brow, a sly smirk curling at his lips as he stopped in his tracks. Iseul stopped a couple steps after him, her gaze profoundly captivating.

"Is that what you want, Iseul?" he asked, taking a step closer. She wasn't intimidated as she had been with Yung, though she couldn't help the apprehensive pinching swirling in her gut as he looked at her that way. Something within him suddenly changed, shifting from the familiar, carefree Woosung to a more primal and instinctual version of himself.

She liked it a lot.

"... Maybe I do," she replied truthfully, "What would you say if I told you that... I only ever wanted you to be my mate?" she took a step closer as well.

Woosung though he was dreaming, he must've been. But the prickling breeze and the howls wailing over his head assured him over otherwise.

His excitement began to grow again, he cursed at himself for wearing fitted jeans because he knew that Iseul would be able to pick out the tent in his pants if she looked.

"I would say that I've longed to hear you say that for nearly my entire life," he admitted, bringing his chilled hand up to her cheek. Her skin wasn't as hot as before but she still felt so warm, the blood on her neck still tacky as his fingers fluttered down to her collarbone.

"How about I give you a five minute head start?" he offered.

Iseul gulped at his words, suddenly feeling her blood rushing to her cheeks. She was elated when the flecks of yellow and gold reappeared in his irises. She bit at her inner lip, a newly renowned adrenaline bubbling in her gut.

"A whole five minutes?" she queried, "Are we feeling confident?" she brought her hand to his chest, fingers flexing against the indent of his pectorals.

"Very," he leaned in, approaching her lips with his own. Iseul's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, waiting imminently to be lured into his trap before he whispered into her ear, "Your time starts now,"

Like a shot, Iseul pivoted on her heel and swiftly disappeared into the woods once again, a surge of renewed vitality propelling her as she ran. Woosung never truly appreciated the expression "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," more than he had in that moment, her slim physique but a flashing memory before his eyes though nevertheless her smell was still thick in his nose.

Iseul wasn't sure where she was going, much like previously she was itching to get as far away as fast as she could. Only difference here was she found herself laughing as she ran, coursing with giddy. She knew Woosung was a formidable hunter, he'd be on her in no time. Nevertheless, the chase this time was a little more more tantalizing than the last. She leapt over thrushes and ducked around trees, running until her legs burned and her chest began to tighten. She was excited, but it didn't mean that she was going to make this easy for him.

She finally stopped when she came to a clearing, dimly lit from the reddened tinge of the moon. The cacophony in the air had diminished, with many of her fellow betas either having found their own partners or chosen to remain hidden. Meanwhile, she was certain that numerous males had surrendered and retreated back. It was probably somewhere after midnight now, maybe closer to one in the morning? So much had already happened in such little time and yet Iseul still had so much energy to burn, anticipation prickling at her spine as she cased the area. There was no sound, not even a smell.

Iseul became nervous after ten minutes of waiting, wandering around the trees or stopping to stare up at the moon. She waited for the first whiff, the first crack of a twig or squelch of mud, giving her ample time to take off should she need to. If she even wanted to.

Her head whipped around when she heard a snapping in the distance, her apprehension elevated as she began to back out of the moonlight.

And then she smelled him. He was here.

She froze suddenly when her back made contact with something unexpected — not a tree trunk, but a chest. Almost immediately his scent overwhelmed her, the tip of his cold nose brushing softly across the unscathed side of her neck, her warm breath eliciting goosebumps over her skin. All thoughts of running vanished in a snap, her baser instinct taking over as his arms wrapped around her slim figure.

"Does it count now?" he tittered into her ear, his tone low and laced with a darker promise.

"Yes. Now it counts," she muttered, her voice just brushing above a whisper, "You took your time,"

"I wanted you to feel like you were winning," he teased, turning her so they came nose-to-nose. His face was infinitely closer now, maybe because her fingers were pressed against his nape, subtly pulling him lower. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices were trickling into her pants.

“I think I did win,” she looked at his lips. She loved the deep dimples in his cheeks; she had wanted to kiss them since she first noted them.

“We both did,”

She nodded, her fingers sliding under the edge of his t-shirt.

He shivered as he laid his lips against hers, simply pressing them there, pushing them gently against her own before disclosing them slightly with a barely-there lick. He moved back an inch to look at her, make sure she was alright.

Iseul's eyes were closed, her cheeks soft and warm under his palms, her lips inviting and thicker now that blood was rushing to them. Just as Woosung realized he wanted to stare at her some more, her eyelids lifted gently. Looking at his lips, she stretched forward, laying a peck on his dimpled smile before breathing out and sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

His growl was inhuman once he felt the warmth of her mouth on his tender skin. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her closer while his other palm landed against the small of her back, her legs open so he could slot his hips between them, his pelvis meeting hers eagerly.

“Dammit. You’re beautiful,” he moaned, his mouth tracing her jaw. His mind raced at the thought all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate.

She nodded and stretched her neck for him, offering him her throat. He bit instantly -- without breaking the skin this time, not even giving her time to think about it, causing her to moan and press her crotch against anything that could dull the edge of pleasure.

His hands went from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly, "Jump,"

"What?"

"Jump!" Iseul barely had her feet off the ground before his large hands held her fast against him, her legs wrapping around his torso. Then his knees were in the ground, using his core strength to lay her down under the tree canopy. He hissed when his muscles released.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, ready to fuss over him.

He shook his head curtly, “Listen, I don’t care about how far we go, okay? We can take this as slow as you want, we don't even --”

“Let’s play it by ear, mh?” she cooed, cupping his cheek as he kneeled over her.

He nuzzled his cheek against her palm, “Let’s do that," and he went in for another kiss.

She was teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, making him frown as he tried to chase after her, “You've always been like a kid chasing for a treat, haven't you?”

“Just kiss me, you tease!” Woosung chuckled as he grabbed her face, pushing his open mouth against hers, his tongue making its way between her teeth, against her palate, caressing hers lewdly, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.

Iseul's hips grounded against his naturally, his palms lowering to grab her ass and lead you through the motion.

His own hips shyly pushing into hers caused her blood to boil, her skin flushed as her body temperature skyrocketed, “Keep moving on me,” he huffed out, his right hand leaving her hip to tease the hem of her shirt, “Can I?” he asked, waiting at the threshold of the naked skin below.

“I can take it off if you’d like,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

“God, yes,”

The shirt was gone in a second, leaving her flushed chest clad only in her bra.

His focus went to her breasts immediately, “Oh.”

Iseul smirked and laid her hand on his, leading it to her left mound, making his fingers grab onto it, “You can squeeze it,”

He nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in the soft material. She was glad her bra was a thin cotton piece; she could feel him closer, harder, better.

Woosung watched her expression as he started massaging the flesh, gripping it energetically and pulling whimpers from her lips. He stopped immediately, “Too hard?”

She shook her head and giggled, “No, it's perfect. It’s perfect when it hurts just a little— Just like that, uh…” her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, “Just fine, Woosung. Damn perfect,”

He grinned, rutting his hips harder against her, “You like when it hurts?”

She hummed, too busy finding the perfect angle to meet his thrusts. “Kinda,”

Experimenting, he felt for her nipple pushing against the fabric before pinching it between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper even more. Her jaw fell slack before her back arched, her hand coming over her lips, a weak purr leaving her throat.

“Harder?” he asked, his free hand helping her grind against his thigh, gripping her asscheek, squeezing it, “Do you need it to hurt more? Better?”

She was far too gone to actually formulate sentences, no matter how small. The feel of his cock hardening, lengthening against her core was far too intense. She could feel it twitch and stretch, pressed against the zipper.

“Iseul,” he called for her attention.

She gave a small moan that meant both pleasure and acquiescence.

Deliberately, attentively, he pushed the cup of her bra down, studying the tender, thin skin of her breast while his lips pressed into her neck, leaving trails of kisses as he caressed her breasts, her hips, everywhere he could reach. He lolled his tongue out and managed to lick her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

“Fuuuck, Woo, please, God… Just fuck me. I wanna cum. I— please. Make me feel good, Woo,”

He liked hearing her beg for him, he liked it way more than he ever thought he would. Somehow her pleas hit so much deeper within him. Maybe it was because she always looked so independent and self-sufficient, that feeling needed by her turned him on so wildly and inexplicably.

He nudged her left nipple with his lips, teasing it softly before sucking it into his mouth. The moan she emitted made his hips jut forward, a low grunt echoing in the air as he reckoned he needed to take his jeans off, still, having her warm torso against his was too much of a revelation for him to part from her hot skin.

Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Her body grew heavier at every movement trying to keep herself focused while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.

The wolf knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. This girl did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Woosung was swift as he popped the buttons on her jeans, shoving her pants impatiently until he had her fully, vulnerable to him. His tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.

Iseul felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her pine, her body jerking. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub, coaxing light moans to slip out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair, “Woosung…”

His moan rattled vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Woosung broke from his light snacking and bit into her thighs, a little treat just for him.

The smaller wolf giggled affectionately, caressing his head before he crawled over her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Woosung strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Her lust blown, golden eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.

“Spread your legs,” he only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making, elated as her head fell back, “You want it, baby?”

Iseul nodded frantically.

“I can’t hear you," his tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her, but he wanted to hear her beg again.

“Yes, I want it...” she jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly, “I want it so bad,"

She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every all the time. It was almost magical how Iseul had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Woosung pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing, making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow, letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, caging over his mate as he relished in her warm walls.

Iseul held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening, she had him snug inside of her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.

Their foreheads pressed together softly as Woosung whispered, “Is this good?”

She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”

The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against skin ever so slightly. Woosung shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek, nosing at the base of her neck near her previous bite. His tongue drifted over the dried blood.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, “I wanna' mark you again. Can I?”

“Please, Woo,” she begged, wrapping her arms around him,“Do it”

“Good girl,” He cooed.

When he opened his mouth and bit down — her voice echoed in a heavy cry, laced in pure lust and ecstasy. Woosung groaned, his knot sensitive as she clenched and pulsed around him. Her blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.

She now had matching marks, teeth punctures on either side of her neck.

And she fucking loved it.

“You're mine. You're all fucking mine,” he whispered breathlessly, still thrusting into her steadily.

“I'm yours,” she cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I always have been...”

Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the beta pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs around his waist.

Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Woosung leaned in closer, Iseul muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.

Woosung felt her walls clench around him, already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal, pawing at her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.

“Cum inside me…” she whimpered, her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.

Her adorable whisper was all it took for the wolf to finally come undone, filling his mate up with his seed in sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.

“... That's it,” Iseul giggled, brushing his shaggy hair out from his eyes, "We're stuck together,"

Woosung's boyish grinned returned, his nose poking into the crook of her shoulder again as he collapsed on top of her. His scalding body was a surreal contrast to the cold, wet ground beneath her. All traces of the dominant wolf had vanished from his eyes, irises still flecked with gold as they adored her.

"You're mine," he cooed, laying a kiss over her pulse point, "You're so much more than just my mate, Iseul,"

"So are you," she awed, "I'm curious, though..."

"What about?" he asked.

She didn't want to ruin the mood they had, but she had to know, "... If we didn't mate tonight, would you have picked somebody else?"

Woosung gulped, not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time, to the point that he rarely noticed the appearances of the other female betas. While he acknowledged their attractiveness, he also realized that many people were indeed "pretty." Nobody even came close to Iseul's beauty, “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you,”

Iseul giggled, swatted at his bicep, “You didn't know what I tasted like until now.”

“No, but you smelled really fucking good,” he smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose, “I thought I lost you earlier… just for a second,”

Her head shook with dismay, "No one's gonna' mess with us, now. I’m yours now, remember?” she lay a small kiss on his chest.

Woosung caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own, “You’re mine,"

[star-eyed-angels]

The Rose Reaction | FLUFF/CRACK | When They Have Too Much To Drink

On the fourth day of Christmas, I bring this gift to you. Four tipsy rose boys

In which your boyfriend has too much too drink during the Christmas season

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 4 of mini-Ficmas. Today I bring you my first reaction for the rose because I love them and have always wanted to write something for them🌹Enjoy my lovelies, and thank you so much for all the love on the days so far. And I will see you tomorrow with day 5 😘

FICMAS

MASTERLIST

WOOSUNG

It’s quiet in the taxi late at night. The windows rolled down a third of the way to let in the cold night air. You’re so busy watching the view that passes by that you don’t notice what’s going on next to you. You turn your head as you feel a warm body press against your side. Your boyfriend, Woosung, leans his head against your shoulder, clearly feeling the effects of the Christmas party you’ve both just left. 

“You okay there Woo?” you ask, noticing the way he slumps further against you. You don’t think he even notices just what he’s doing as he begins to cuddle you.

“Mhm,” he hums, giving you a small nod. A smile twitches at your lips at his response.

“You sure you’re not gonna fall asleep on me?” you joke, reaching up to run your hands through his curls. He leans into the touch with ease, turning to look up at you. You can’t suppress your giggles as he blinks up at you, eyelids clearly drooping. 

“I would never-” he’s interrupted by a yawn, only causing you to laugh more. 

He’s right, normally he would never be one to fall asleep in a taxi ride home. Woosung is by no means a light drinker. He can easily handle his liquor on any normal night out. But with the amount of tequila you watched Jaehyeong pour into each Christmas themed beverage, you’re not surprised that your boyfriend is practically asleep. You’d practically had to carry him just to get into the damn taxi fifteen minutes ago. He’d still been his drunk and giggly self earlier. He’d been stumbly as you wrapped your arm around his side, guiding him to the car. He’d giggled the entire way, finding every step amusing as he’d leaned on you for support. Now he was clearly in his sleepy phase of being drunk, if his massive yawn wasn’t a sign enough. 

“Okay, maybe I’m a bit sleepy,” he mutters, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You can’t help but smile, pressing a soft kiss against his hair.

“It’s okay, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” you say softly.

“Thank you, love you,” he mutters sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. 

“Love you too,” you say, though Woosung is already snoring lightly against your shoulder. You only shake your head, continuing to run your hands through his hair. 

DOJOON

Your boyfriend, Dojoon, is normally a free-spirited person. Never being one to shy away from being himself. It’s actually one of your favorite parts of his personality. But every once in a while when he’s had just a little too much to drink, the extrovert in him seems to multiply by a thousand. Like right now for instance, as you are coming home from his company Christmas party. Most people would be ready to sleep, or at the very least just get home. However you’re lovely, and incredibly drunk boyfriend, has decided now would be the perfect time to belt out Christmas songs as you attempt to walk back.

“Joonie, You’re going to wake the whole street up,” you say, shushing him with a tug to his hand. 

He gasps dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“You don’t like to hear my singing? I’m offended,”  he huffs, turning his head away with a pout.

You roll your eyes for what feels like the thousandth time, both endeared and over his antics. Honestly, the amount of times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight should genuinely be studied. 

“I didn’t say that, I just don’t think these people would enjoy being woken up at 2 am,” you say, continuing to drag him along.

“They’re just jealous of my singing!” he says, giggling next to you. You snort at his response, amused by the logic of his inebriated mind.

“Right, I'm sure that’s the reason. Not because some drunk man who’s had way too much alcohol is singing at the top of his lungs down the street,” you say. 

“For your information, It wasn’t alcohol, it was eggnog,” he argues, 

“Eggnog that Woosung spoke with god knows how much tequila,” you huff, recalling catching the other man mid act. 

“Oh come on, we have to have a little fun,” he whines, throwing an arm around your shoulder. He tugs you into him, nearly throwing you off balance. He laughs as you pout up at him, the force jolting you against his chest.

“You’re insufferable,” you whine, swatting at him softly. 

He catches your hand, bringing it up to his face. You rub your thumb against the side of his cheek. He leans into you easily, stroking the back of your hand where he holds it. Damn him for being so obnoxiously cute.  

“You love me though, yeah?” he teases, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Well obviously,” you say, feigning annoyance. He only grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your palm. 

“Good, because you’re stuck with me,” he says, eyes full of love. 

HAJOON

“You know I love you, right?” Hajoon asks, suddenly. 

“Yes, I know,” you say, chuckling slightly. 

“Okay, good,” he says. 

He’s quiet again as the two of you continue to walk down the street. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you repeatedly. He clearly has something else to say, but hesitates. You don’t try and press him on it, figuring he’s just thinking of what to say.

“And you love me too, right?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Of course I do,” you laugh, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Okay,” he says, nodding to himself. Another silence falls over you, 

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly. 

You finally pause, turning to look at your boyfriend. He doesn’t meet your eyes, choosing to turn his head the other way.

“Hajoon, where is this coming from?” you prod, gently. You and Hajoon have been happily dating for years. You’d never once had a doubt in his relationship. You had always assumed Hajoon felt the same. Atleast, he’d never once showed a sign of anything different. He takes a second to collect his thoughts, still not meeting your gaze. With a sigh he finally turns to you. You’re about to ask him again, when he cups your face in both of his hands. He brings your face up to his, staring directly into your eyes. 

“I just really need you to know how precious you are to me, and that I really, really, love you. Like beyond words love you, like can’t imagine a life without you, like I’m gonna marry you one day, love you,” he says, squishing your face between his hands. 

You stare at him for a moment, so caught off guard by this out of character behavior. You’re still reeling from how serious he sounds that it takes you a moment to process his words. Once you do you're unable to stop the smile that spreads across your face.

“You’re absolutely adorable. And incredibly drunk right now,” you say, fondness seeping into every word. Dojoon had warned you earlier about the drinks being a little too strong. Hajoon had brushed him off, easily downing four Christmas flavored drinks without a second thought. But even hours later, he’s clearly still feeling the alcohol in his system. Which apparently makes him profess the most heartfelt things he’s ever said to you in the middle of an empty street.

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I love you any less,” he grumbles. His intense stare stays on you, brow furrowed in concentration. 

“I know, it just makes you extra cute today,” you say, reaching up to cup his hands in yours. He still frowns slightly, eyes never leaving your face. 

“You didn’t say it back,” 

“Say what, back?” you tilt your head, pretending to think about it.

“Y/n….” he whines, pressing his forehead against yours. 

You laugh, giving his hand a kiss

“I love you, Hajoon. Like I’m gonna marry you one day too,” you say softly. He grins, pressing a kiss to your lips, 

“Happy now?”

“Very. 

“Good, let's go home. Oh! and remind me to thank Dojoon tomorrow,” you giggle, already planning to hang this moment over your boyfriend’s head every chance you get. 

JAEHYEONG

“What do you mean we can’t get daechang?” Jaehyeong whines, stopping in his tracks. 

You turn to see him standing in place, with the world’s biggest pout on his face. He’d been begging for food for the last thirty minutes. It’s a normal occurrence for your Jaehyeong to whine about his food, he is the biggest foodie you know afterall. But now is definitely not a time where you can let him drag you off to one of his usual spots.

“Jae, it's the middle of the night, everything is closed,”  you explain, watching his face fall. 

“But, my daechang,” he sniffles, his eyes beginning to water slightly.

In any other circumstance, you’d be concerned about the sight of tears on your boyfriend’s face. But given the drunken state your boyfriend is in, you can only smile. He continues to stare at you like you’ve just crushed his dreams. 

“I know. But it’s late, baby,” you say gently. Jaehyeong only looks more distraught, looking like he’ll burst into tears at any second. As funny as the situation is, you don’t think it’s a good idea to have  your boyfriend have a breakdown here on the sidewalk. You remain patient, trying to be gentle as you soother him. Your main concern is to get him home as easily as possible. You and sober Jae can worry about his daechang tomorrow. 

“Tell you what, once it’s normal people hours and your hangover is gone I’ll take you for all the daechang you can eat, okay?” you offer, smoothly. 

He seems to think for a moment, going quiet in front of you. You turn to watch him, barely able to suppress your giggles at how much thought he’s putting into it. 

“Promise?” he asks, giving you a hopeful look.  

“I promise,” you say. You make a show of drawing an ‘x’ over your heart for him. This seems to appease him as he begins to nod.

“Okay,” he says, giving you the brightest smile. 

It nearly gives you whiplash, with how fast his mood brightens. Like he wasn’t just about to cry from not being able to eat. You smile at him, still finding his drunken behaviors kinda cute. 

“Come on silly,” you say, extending your hand out to him. 

His grin widens, rushing towards you to wrap his hand in yours.

Header: me

Divider: @/mikeykuns (bow) @/cyberbeat (line)

[yawn-junn]

♡︎Back To Me♡︎

Special thanks to: The Rose

TW: angst : post breakup : mentions of getting drunk : semi toxic relationship : hella short :

note: I tried my hand at angst for the first time please give me feed back on it

Taglist:N/A

8-13-23

You and Sam haven't seen each other in a few months since the breakup you had was calm clean and heartfelt, nothing too bad you just felt as tho he didn't put as much effort as you did into the relationship

His drinking bothered you the way he put everything over you bothered you how he brushed you off when you tried to talk about your feelings bothered you it seemed as tho everything he did bothered you

You feared you had fell out of love with him or worse never even loved him in the first place. After the breakup Sammy felt the worse he's ever felt he started drinking more and ignoring the rest of The Rose making out with random girls but won't hook up with them as he feels he's letting you down even more than he already has. One night at around 2am Sam texted you what your assuming was a drunk text. You opened it to see a small paragraph and fully typed no typos or anything that resembled drunk texting

Although you were hesitant you read what the paragraph said "I can make you mad. I can make you scream. I can make you cry. I can make you leave. I can make you hate me for everything. But I can't make you come back to me"

[exouniverse]

Layover - Moodboard • Woosung x gn!reader

[eternallyyours-z]

The Rose Rec List

Last updated: 05.13.24

[The Rose TBR List]

→ Woosung:

Long Way Down by @devoidwrites

Never Stop Smiling by @kpopshitposter

Under the Blooming Moon by @sleekervae

→ Jaehyeong:

Band's Cut by @exouniverse

→ Hajoon:

Nothing yet!

→ Dojoon:

Luck Transfer by @sushis-wild-imagination

Asking you to Marry Him by @key201303

[miyx-amour]

What do you think obsessive dommy Woosung w a fem y/n would be like?

HELLO WHY AM I ONLY SEEING THIS NOW IM CRYING

okay first things first he will do anything to play with your pussy everyday all day…after seeing his guitar solo in alive live let me tell you those fingers do NOT disappoint.

soft dom but TRUST he can be MEANNNN when he’s jelly 🙏 he does not give a flying fuck if you have an important meeting the next day. you WILL NOT be able to walk 😃

lemme tell you he doesn’t not fuck around with that big dick he got and needs to have it shoved up your pussy or down your throat at all times. definitely a qualifier for my strange addiction minus the strange part.

also OBSESSED with your ass and will touch it 24/7 365 no matter where you are or what you’re doing. oh and buttplug is a MUST!!! he just loves seeing a heart in your asshole when he fucks you in doggy.

overall woosung just loves fucking you 💗💗💗

[mangowillow]

last to know | m.list

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader

summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes back— to seoul and in your life.

general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst (who am i without it), hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!

author's note: hi!! hello!! remember me? remember this? i am here to deliver. there is no set schedule for new chapters because, in this house, we thrive on unpredictability! the past few months were crazy: i took a national exam, passed it, and then i needed a month to recover from all that jazz. gosh, i missed you all! hop on this train wreck and let's journey through this new fic together ksksks

if you don't know who Kim Woosung is, he is the lead vocalist and electric guitarist for the Korean rock band, The Rose. go check them out! their songs are so heartfelt and great. yes, he will get quite a significant amount of airtime in this fic, but i promise, this is and will be a jk x (f) reader end-game kind of story.

tags for interested readers will be open! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference! ok now we're done with that, let's go!

chapters

⋆｡°✩ chapter 1: haunted dreams (3.9k)

⋆｡°✩ chapter 2: as always, even now (5.9k)

⋆｡°✩ chapter 3: coming soon!

drabbles

coming soon!

[key201303]

Kim Woosung NSFW A-Z

Warnings: NSFW content, smut, +18 content.

A/N. I'm so in love with these four men 🥹

A - AFTERCARE.

Woosung can be the sweetest human being at the same time he can be the sassiest. I believe he would take the aftercare really seriously like any other interaction you have with each other because he believes in quality relationships more than anything else. Soft touches and butterfly kisses are something in his list of to do’s when it comes to an aftercare. And if he was a bit too rough he would definitely take good care of you afterwards while teasing you.

B - BODY PART.

This boy is so confident he literally loves everything about himself. Not like he was born that way, it was a lot of self work and your work of praising him which led to that but you really loved seeing him being confident about his body.

In you he just loved every single inch of your body. He always said he didn’t have the right to give an opinion about anybody’s body, even less if it was you who we talked about. You were just beautiful in his sight and that was more than enough.

C - CUM.

You could never know. He’s so random and loves to experience new stuff so he would just ask you if he can try a new spot every time you had sex so he could choose his favorite. But for now I believe his favorite place is either your chest or your stomach.

D - DIRTY SECRET.

He fantasizes a lot about you waking him up with a good morning sex session. It is just so hot to think about it and such a great way to start a day. He tried to let you know but even though he might look pretty brave and open to talk about this kind of stuff, he became quite shy about asking you to wake him up with a soft massage to his cock.

E - EXPERIENCE.

I believe that Woosung is the type of person who would only have sex with someone if he really had a connection with that someone. Like he wouldn’t just fuck whoever comes in his way. So according to this I believe he doesn’t have had many sexual partners but I do believe he has had plenty of quality sex sessions with them.

F - FAVORITE POSITION.

Any in which he can lay back and look at you do all the work (lazy king). I believe he would also love any position involving you both facing a mirror so you could perfectly see each other’s and your own pleasure expressions.

G - GOOFY.

I don’t see him as someone who would be very goofy during sex. I see him as a person who takes sex really seriously and wouldn’t really be into being goofy while doing it with you. But he would definitely tease you a damn lot.

H - HAIR.

Don’t ask me why but I believe he has it all clean down there. No reason at all.

I - INTIMACY.

He absolutely LOVES being intimate with you doesn’t matter when and where. As I mentioned before, he is really into having deep and meaningful relationships with people and you weren’t an exception. Everytime he has the chance to be intimate with you, he will always be.

J - JERK OFF.

Quite a lot when he’s on tour, the lack of your presence makes him even more needy. He would not do it alone tho. He would always call you or text you so you could help him a bit, especially when he felt stressed out about something.

K - KINKS.

Mirror sex: as I said, he would def love the image of you two being intimate getting reflected on a mirror. It’s just another level of pleasure that he gets when he can have access to seeing not only your facial reactions to what he does to you but also his own reactions whenever you touch him.

Orgasm denial: He’s the biggest teaser between the members of the band and also the most possessive so he would love to be in control of your orgasm and it would give him a boost of energy deciding when you can come undone for him or not.

Cigarettes after sex: Not sure if this is considered a kink but he would definitely love to light up a cigarette and share it with you as you both came down from your highs and kept kissing each other from time to time.

L - LOCATION.

Any place where he can lay down is a perfect spot to have sex with you.

M - MOTIVATION (TURN ON).

He would turn on just by feeling your touch or with a bit of dirty talk coming from you. It wasn’t something you usually did so he really enjoyed it when you did so or tried to tease him before he would start his own tease show.

N - NO NO (TURN OFF).

Definitely he wouldn’t like it if you suggested to have a threesome. He wants you for him and only him and only for him, sharing not being a possible option in a relationship with him.

O - ORAL.

He loves going down on you but when you go down on him oh the boy gets hella excited. Would love taking your hair out of your face so he can perfectly see your face as you suck him off and he would love it even more if you made eye contact with him from time to time.

P - PACE.

Slow. He loves thrusting into you slowly so you can feel every single inch of him. Also so you had to beg him to go faster and he could tease you a bit more.

Q - QUICKIES.

His favorites. It would just give him a boost of energy, especially if they were right before practice or a concert.

R - RISK.

Love the risk and would love to experience it with you. Doesn’t care about trying out some risky semi-public sex when the members are next door or something like that. He thinks it gives a thrilling and funny feeling to the situation.

S - STAMINA.

A damn lot. He could spend hours and hours having sex with you if that meant being home naked and laying down.

T - TOYS.

As I said before, he enjoys trying new stuff so he wouldn’t mind using some toys if that meant your sexual life would get better.

U - UNFAIR.

His passion and hobby is teasing you so yeah, he’s probably the most unfair member.

V - VOCAL.

Not a big fan of having conversations while sex but he really is into listening to your moans and praising so he can know if you’re enjoying what he’s doing or not.

W - WILD CARD.

Sex after tour. It’s the first time you two meet after months of being apart because of a tour. As soon as he sees you, he wouldn’t waste a second to smash his lips with yours and start a heated make out session that will always end up in something else if you know what I mean 😏

X - X-RAY.

I think he’s average but definitely knows how to give his length a good use.

Y - YEARNING.

Every time he spends more than 2 days without seeing you. He’s so fond of you and so addicted to your touch that he cannot be without you for more than 24h.

Z - ZZZ.

The boy is lazy so he wouldn’t take long to fall asleep after he finishes making sure he did everything he has on his imaginary to do list of aftercare.

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[wolfsung]

𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 🜲

[sleekervae]

Lost Between Those Walls Trees | Woosung x Reader

Masterlist

Part 1

A/N: It's been a year since I published my last Woosung piece, and considering how much I loved those two characters, I thought I'd give you a little sequel! Happy almost-Halloween!

Summary: A year ago, Woosung and Iseul, longtime best friends, were thrust into the frenzy of the blood moon, transforming their bond from friendship into something raw and powerful. Now, living together in a quiet apartment in downtown Seoul, they navigate the balance between their domestic life and the wild, untamed desire that still lingers between them. As the anniversary of their mating approaches, the tension between their human and wolf sides intensifies, drawing them back to the forest once again, reflecting on how far they’ve come since that fateful night.

Warnings: smut, public smut, almost getting caught, doing questionable things with trees, werewolf smut

⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.5k

The cool autumn air slipped through the cracked window of their downtown Seoul apartment, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something darker—something wild. Iseul sat curled on the couch, fingers wrapped around a warm tea mug, her eyes flicking lazily to the glowing skyline outside. The city thrummed with life, but there was a stillness in the air that made her skin prickle. The blood moon was rising in a few days, and with it came the familiar pull—something primal and ancient that neither she nor Woosung could ignore.

She felt it stirring beneath her skin, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she sipped her tea and settled deeper into the cushions, pretending not to notice Woosung as he paced near the window. He hadn’t stopped moving since he got out of the shower, his bare chest glistening faintly with droplets of water that hadn’t yet dried, his dark hair damp and tousled. There was an energy radiating off him, something restless and needy that he was trying—and failing—to keep in check.

“Are you going to sit there all night?” His voice was low, rough with frustration. He wasn’t asking about her plans. She knew what he really wanted. 

Iseul smirked into her mug, taking another slow sip. “What? You’re pacing like a caged animal,” she teased, her tone light, playful. “Nervous about something?”

Woosung’s eyes flashed, a hint of gold in the dim light, and he crossed the room in a few quick strides. “You know exactly what I’m nervous about.” His words came out as more of a growl than he intended, and he stood over her now, his presence like a shadow, all consuming.

Iseul finally looked up, meeting his gaze. “Oh, is that it?” She tilted her head, feigning innocence, the corners of her mouth curling into a subtle smile. “You’re always like this before the blood moon. Restless. Antsy. You should try to relax.” 

She watched him grit his teeth, his jaw tense as he stared down at her, eyes burning with barely concealed desire. His need was almost palpable, hanging in the air between them, but she wasn’t ready to give in—not yet.

“I’m not restless,” he muttered, though the lie was obvious in the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way his breathing had picked up, shallow and uneven. “I need you, Iseul.”

She raised an eyebrow, as if considering his words, but took another deliberate sip of her tea. “Hmm. You need me?” Her voice was teasing, light as if they were talking about something trivial. She leaned back against the cushions, looking utterly calm, completely unaffected. “That’s funny, I was just thinking of heading to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Woosung exhaled sharply, his frustration mounting. His patience was slipping, the full moon’s pull making it harder to keep his wolf at bay. He knelt in front of her, his knees pressing into the floor as he placed his hands on her thighs, leaning in close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him. His eyes bored into hers, dark with hunger.

“Stop teasing,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You know I can never hold out on these nights.”

Iseul looked down at him, her hand gently grazing the side of his face, her thumb brushing his jawline in a touch that was soft, almost tender—almost. “Oh, but it’s so much fun to watch you like this,” she whispered, her lips curling into a small, mischievous smile. “You get soooo needy…”

His grip on her thighs tightened, his breath coming faster as she toyed with him. “Iseul…” he warned, his voice strained, a growl rumbling beneath his words. He was on the edge, and she knew it. 

But instead of pulling him closer, she pulled her hand away and stood up, walking past him like nothing had happened. “Maybe a walk will help,” she said, as if they hadn’t just been on the verge of something much more. “The fresh air could do you some good.”

Woosung’s eyes followed her every move, his body tense with barely restrained need. For a moment, he just knelt there, watching her in disbelief. She was torturing him, playing with him like a cat with a mouse, and the worst part was, he liked it. He liked the way she kept him on edge, liked the way she made him feel out of control, even when all he wanted was to take her, claim her.

He pushed himself to his feet, his heart pounding as he watched her grab her coat. “Fine. A walk,” he said, though they both knew it wouldn’t end there. It never did.

The streets of Seoul were quieter than usual, the cool night air biting against their skin as they made their way through the back alleys. Iseul walked ahead of him, her steps light and graceful, but Woosung could sense the tension in her too—the way her breath came just a little faster, the way her body seemed to hum with anticipation. The blood moon was close, and it was stirring something deep inside both of them.

The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the pavement, and Woosung couldn’t stop himself from staring at Iseul’s back, watching the way her body moved, the way the cool breeze tugged at her auburn hair. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep his control, but it was slipping fast. The primal urge to take her, to chase her down and claim her, was becoming unbearable.

Iseul glanced over her shoulder, catching his gaze, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re awfully quiet,” she remarked, her tone still playful. “Something on your mind?”

Woosung growled under his breath, his patience snapping. “You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

She smirked, turning to face him fully. “Do I? You’ve barely said a word all night.”

Woosung’s hands flexed at his sides, the wolf inside him stirring restlessly. “Stop playing games, Iseul.”

Her smile widened, and she took a slow step toward him, her movements deliberate, almost taunting. “Who says I’m playing?”

He reached for her then, grabbing her wrist, but his grip was gentle, despite the heat in his eyes. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding as he stared at her, waiting for her next move. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away—instead, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Do you want to run?” 

Woosung’s pulse quickened, his need for her mixing with the primal urge to chase, to hunt. His grip on her wrist loosened, and he let her go, stepping back as he felt the shift in the air between them. The game had begun.

Iseul’s eyes flashed with excitement, a challenge in her gaze as she took a step back, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Then catch me,” she breathed, before turning on her heel and darting into the shadows.

Woosung stood there for half a second, his chest rising and falling with deep, hungry breaths, before he bolted after her. The chase had begun, and this time, he wouldn’t let her go so easily.

The trees of Namsan Park blurred past him as Woosung chased after Iseul, his senses heightened by the thrill of the hunt. The moonlight bathed the park in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced around them as they weaved through the dense foliage. His instincts guided him as he followed her trail, each footfall bringing him closer to her, to the woman who ignited a fire within him like no other.

Iseul was swift and elusive, her laughter ringing through the night as she led him deeper into the heart of the park. Woosung felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins, the familiar hunger building in the pit of his stomach, driving him to chase after her with a single-minded determination. The world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them in a primal dance of pursuit and evasion.

Branches whipped at his face as he pushed himself harder, his muscles burning with exertion. He could hear Iseul’s lilting laughter just ahead, a siren’s call that spurred him on. His blood sang with the thrill of the chase, with the primal need to claim what was rightfully his. The night air was alive with electricity, every sense attuned to the seductive game they played.

As they reached a clearing bathed in the silvery light of the moon, Woosung finally caught a glimpse of Iseul’s form as she darted behind a cluster of ancient trees. A feral grin twisted his lips as he closed in, his movements fluid and purposeful. She was his prey, his equal, his mate.

Iseul emerged from her hiding spot, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as she met his gaze. There was a fierce beauty to her in that moment, a wildness that mirrored his own untamed nature. Without a word, she turned and ran once more, her silhouette disappearing into the night.

Woosung followed without hesitation, his heart pounding in his chest, the chase igniting a fire within him that only she could quench. The forest around them seemed to come alive with their pursuit, shadows dancing in the moonlight as they weaved through the ancient trees.

The thrill of the hunt consumed him, his senses sharpened to a keen edge as he closed the distance between them. The scent of pine and earth mingled in the air, adding to the heady rush that surged through his veins.

And then, as if guided by some unseen force, Iseul stumbled over a gnarled root hidden in the undergrowth. Woosung seized the opportunity, closing the gap between them in a matter of heartbeats. With a primal growl, he lunged forward and tackled her to the cool forest floor, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs.

The impact sent a shockwave of electricity through them, igniting a raw, primal energy that crackled between their entwined forms. Iseul let out a gasp as she found herself pinned beneath Woosung, his intense gaze locking with hers in a potent mixture of desire and triumph.

A smirk played on Woosung's lips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin. "Looks like I caught you," he murmured, his voice low and husky with a hint of satisfaction.

Iseul's eyes danced with a mix of challenge and something deeper, something unspoken that pulsed between them like an invisible thread pulling them closer. She brought her hands up to frame his face, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.

She muttered, "That doesn't count," as she tried to catch her breath, "I tripped!"

He retorted with a smirk, "Who cares?"

With a teasing edge to her voice, she whispered, "And what will you do now that you've caught me?" 

Without a word, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, a clash of heat and Woosung’s lips pressed against hers, hungrily devouring her mouth in a kiss that was both desperate and delicate. His tongue darted out, tasting her lips before slipping inside her mouth to explore, seeking out every hidden crevice. He groaned low in his throat as he felt her respond, their tongues tangling in a dance of passion.

Iseul wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she arched into him. Her fingers raked through his hair, urging him on, while her other hand traveled down his back, tracing the lines of his spine. A soft moan escaped her throat as she gave into the heat between them, surrendering to the primal pull that drew them together.

Their bodies moved together in sync, igniting a fire that blazed through the forest clearing. The rustle of leaves and snapping twigs echoed around them as they lost themselves in the moment, their hearts beating in unison beneath the blood-red moonlight. Every sound seemed amplified by their need for each other, every movement heightened by the thrill of the chase.

As they broke apart for air, Woosung gazed down at Iseul with intense eyes filled with longing. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pressed himself deeper into her body, aligning their hips. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe before trailing soft kisses along her jawline.

She gasped at the sensation, arching her neck to give him better access as she ran her nails lightly up and down his back. "Mmm... that's my job." She laughed softly against his skin before pulling away slightly to look up at him once more with a playful gaze.

But their moment of intimacy was cut short by the piercing sound of a flashlight beaming through the trees, followed by the authoritative voice of a park guard. "Hey! What do you think you're doing in here? This park is closed!"

Woosung and Iseul scrambled to their feet, heartbeats racing as they exchanged panicked glances. With adrenaline pumping through their veins, they took off into the woods, weaving between the ancient trees as they searched for a place to hide. The sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth echoed behind them, the beam of the guard's flashlight cutting through the darkness like a predator searching for its prey.

As they darted deeper into the forest, the air around them grew thick with anxiety and the scent of damp earth. Iseul's breath came in short, desperate gasps, the chill of fear mingling with the heat of their earlier encounter. Woosung's eyes flashed warningly from side to side, his focus entirely on finding shelter that could protect them both from the guard's wrath.

The trees seemed to close in around them, their dark silhouettes looming like ominous protectors. As they pushed deeper into the dense foliage, the world around them seemed to change - the familiar chirps of nocturnal creatures gave way to an eerie silence that draped over the woods like a heavy shroud. The once-bright moonlight faded into obscurity, leaving them in a dim twilight that cast deep shadows and played tricks with their eyes.

Finally, Woosung slowed his pace, scanning the terrain for a place where they could take cover. His gaze settled on an old hollow tree, its gnarled branches reaching 

out like welcoming arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked finally. 

Iseul nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She clutched his hand tightly, her eyes wide with fear and adrenaline. "I'm... I'm okay," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as they crouched behind the ancient tree, “I don’t ever remember security at this time of night!”

“They probably increased it during the moon phases,” Woosung noted, tossing a playful glare her way, “In case some freaks come out to cause trouble.” 

Iseul stifled a nervous giggle at his jest, the tension of their situation momentarily forgotten in the comfort of their banter. “Well, they caught the two biggest freaks of all,” she teased, squeezing his hand before peering around the tree to check if they were being pursued.

Woosung's lips quirked into a half-smile at her words, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes despite the seriousness of their predicament. “Speak for yourself,” he replied with a mock scowl, “I was just trying to catch my dinner.”

Iseul laughed softly, the sound mixing with the rustle of leaves in the night air. “Oh, so I'm your dinner now?” she quipped, nudging him playfully. 

“Mmhm,” Woosung grinned back, his tone light but his gaze holding the same intensity as before, “My favorite meal,”

Her laughter bounced off the trees, adding to the haunting melody of the forest at night. Woosung couldn't help but smile, his canines visible in the dim light as his eyes drank in her features.

Iseul and Woosung quickly stuffed themselves into the hollow, their bodies pressed close together in the darkness. As their breathing slowly returned to normal, she looked up into his eyes, her heart still racing. "We should probably stay here for a while," she suggested.

Woosung nodded, his gaze flickering over the darkened foliage around them. "Agreed."

The ancient tree trunk seemed to envelop them, its rough bark scratchy against their skin. The smell of wet earth and moss filled their nostrils as they huddled close, trying to mask their warmth with the cold night air. Their hearts thumped wildly in sync, adrenaline still pulsing through their veins like a drumbeat.

He placed an arm around her gently, pulling her closer as he closed his eyes in relief. "This okay?" he asked softly against her curls.

Her hand slid up his chest before resting on his cheek and she turned to face him fully, their breaths mingling as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. "I’m more then okay," she whispered back with a faint smile that trembled on her lips.

He leaned forward and captured her mouth in another fiery tango that sent sparks flying down their spines. Their hearts pounded against each other's chests and the familiar scent of each other mingled in a heady aroma, driving them wild. Her fingers traced patterns on his back as he moaned into the kiss, hungry for more. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer still as she arched into him like a cat in heat.

Their tongues wrestled with each other, tasting and teasing until they were both panting for air. He pulled away slowly, his eyes studying hers as if looking for answers to unasked questions. "I could chase you forever," he whispered hoarsely, his breath ghosting over her neck.

She shivered not from the cold, but from the heat of his words and the promise they held. "And I would let you," she breathed back, her voice soft and husky with desire.

He grinned against her skin, feeling the rapid beat of her heart matching his own. "Would you let me win?" he asked playfully, nibbling lightly on her earlobe before whispering into it.

"Maybe sometimes," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sound of their pounding hearts.

He didn't waste any time; his lips trailed down her neck, savoring its graceful curves and the salty tang of her skin. Iseul let out a small moan as his mouth got closer to her pulse point, the very spot where he first marked her a year ago, and her body tingled with excitement. Woosung smiled against her skin, feeling the surge of power that came with desire.

His hands traveled south, tracing the outline of her hips through her jeans before slowly making their way back up again. Iseul trembled under his touch, her breath hitching in her throat as he played with the fabric of her shirt. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet at the same time, she was filled with an excitement she found only he could provide her.

Woosung's fingers finally reached the sensitive skin beneath her collarbone and she gasped at the sensation. His fingers traced circles over her chest through her thin shirt and he could feel her heartbeat pounding against his touch. He could also feel the rapid flutter of her heart against his chest, a testament to her desire for him. His eyes met hers and he saw the truth in her gaze - she wanted him, needed him, and he was more than happy to oblige.

With a soft growl, Woosung's hands grabbed the sides of her jeans and began to rub between her legs, the denim providing just enough friction to make her knees weak. Iseul moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. He smiled against her lips, savoring the feel of her body responding to his touch.

"Iseul," he whispered hoarsely, struggling to keep his voice steady as he pushed against her jeans. "Do you want this? Do you want me?"

She moaned again, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded against his mouth. "I always want you," she breathed, her voice thick with lust and longing.

Woosung's heart swelled with happiness at her confession, and he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "Good," he said earnestly, his eyes searching for any hesitation or doubt in hers. Finding none, he leaned in and captured her lips once more, this time with a fierceness that left no room for uncertainty.

His hands moved with purpose, undoing the buttons on her jeans, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Iseul trembled as his fingers traced lower, teasing her body with a promise of pleasure to come. Her breath hitched, her moans muffled by Woosung's mouth as he moved against her, his body speaking the language of desire that words could not express.

As Woosung felt the warmth of Iseul's skin against his fingers, he knew that this was what he wanted more of. Woosung's fingers danced teasingly across Iseul's damp folds, eliciting a shuddering gasp from her lips. He traced slow circles around her swollen clit, savoring the way her body quivered beneath his touch. She writhed against him, desperate for more, her nails raking through his hair and down his back, leaving red trails in their wake.

He could feel the tension building in her, her muscles coiling like a spring as she arched her hips into his hand. Woosung pressed harder, rubbing his thumb in firm, steady strokes over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Iseul cried out, her fingernails digging into the rough bark of the tree behind her. Her back scraped against the jagged surface, but she barely noticed, lost in the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

Woosung's own desire was building, his cock straining against his pants as he watched Iseul come apart before him. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as his fingers continued their relentless assault. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

His warm breath tickled Iseul's ear as he whispered, "You have to be quiet, or the guard will hear us." His fingers continued their torturous teasing of her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Iseul bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel the slick wetness between her thighs, her arousal building with each passing second.

Woosung's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, his own breathing becoming more ragged. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

Iseul's hands roamed over his toned chest and abs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her thigh, and she ached for him to be inside her.

Woosung's fingers continued their relentless teasing, circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Iseul's hips bucked against his hand, her body begging for release.

With a low growl, Woosung slid two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. Iseul's body shuddered with pleasure, and she let out a low moan that was quickly muffled by Woosung's mouth.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb still working her clit. Iseul could feel the pressure building inside of her, her orgasm approaching rapidly.

With a final flick of his thumb, Woosung sent her over the edge. Iseul's body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles tightening around his fingers. She let out a muffled scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Woosung felt her climax finally subside and watched as Iseul's breathing returned to normal. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, savoring the sight of her glistening wetness. He could feel his own desire threatening to explode at any moment, but he knew they needed to be careful.

“Was it good?” he asked.

Iseul nodded, her eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction. She tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse from her orgasm. Woosung wouldn’t take her silence for an answer.

With a mischievous grin, Woosung leaned in closer, his breath hot against Iseul’s ear. He wasn’t finished with her—not yet. Her body still trembled from the intensity of her climax, but Woosung wasn’t about to let her silence slip by without a response. She had nowhere to go, pinned between him and the rough bark of the tree.

"Was it good, Iseul ?" he asked again, his voice low and teasing. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, savoring the way she still struggled to catch her breath, her legs shaky, her eyes heavy with lust.

Iseul’s lips parted, but no words came out, only a shallow gasp as her chest heaved, still recovering from the aftermath of pleasure.

“Oh, no, no,” Woosung purred, his tone playful, though there was a dangerous edge to it. “I’m not letting you off that easy.”

Before she could react, his hands were on her again—but this time, they weren’t rough or teasing in the same way. His fingers skittered over her ribs, light and quick. Iseul’s eyes widened, and she squirmed, trapped between his solid body and the tree at her back. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use—Woosung knew all her weak spots, and he had no intention of letting her escape.

“W-Woosung!” she gasped, laughter bubbling out of her involuntarily as his fingers found her most ticklish spots. “S-stop!”

But he didn’t stop—if anything, her pleas only encouraged him. His hands moved deftly, fingers dancing over her sides, under her arms, making her squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

“Answer me,” he growled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Or I’ll keep going.”

Iseul bit her lip, trying to stifle the laughter that spilled out of her, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her, shaking with giggles as she wriggled helplessly beneath his touch. Woosung’s nearness, his scent, the warmth of his body, and the rough bark scraping against her wriggling body—it was all too much, and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing even as she panted from her earlier release.

“W-Woosung, please!” she managed between breaths, her voice breathless with both laughter and lingering desire.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers never letting up. “Please what? You know how to make me stop.”

Her face flushed as the tickling finally overwhelmed her. She was completely at his mercy, her body twitching under his relentless touch. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of playful torture, she gasped, “Yes! It was good! It was amazing, okay?!”

Woosung’s hands stilled, resting lightly on her waist as he leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He stepped closer again, pressing her firmly against the tree, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool night air.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with satisfaction.

Woosung’s hands stilled, resting lightly on her waist as he leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He stepped closer again, pressing her firmly against the tree, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool night air.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with satisfaction. But even as Iseul tried to catch her breath, Woosung’s gaze darkened, filled with an insatiable hunger. His hands, rough with need, tugged at the hem of her shirt, and without hesitation, he ripped the fabric in half, exposing her bare skin to the night air.

The tearing sound echoed in the quiet woods, and Iseul gasped, her body instantly aware of the cool breeze against her heated skin. Woosung's eyes flashed with raw desire as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to the newly exposed flesh, trailing kisses from her collarbone to her shoulder, his hands roaming possessively over every inch of her.

Iseul shivered beneath his touch, trapped between him and the tree, her breath catching in her throat. There was no escape, no way to resist him—not that she wanted to.

Iseul’s laughter faded into soft, ragged breaths, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing. She tried to glare at him, but the look in her eyes was far more playful than angry.

“You’re a menace,” she whispered, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Woosung grinned down at her, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “You love it,” he replied, his voice soft but filled with a certain confidence. He pressed his forehead against hers, their breath mingling as the world around them seemed to still for just a moment.

It was the thrill of being caught that made it all the more exciting for him. He had always been drawn to the danger of getting caught doing something wrong, and this was no different. The fear of being discovered only heightened his arousal, making every touch, every caress, even more intense.

As Iseul caught her breath, Woosung took a step back and unzipped his jeans. His cock stood at attention. Iseul's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing once again. But this time, it wasn't with fear or embarrassment, but with a thrilling sense of excitement that coursed through her entire being.

Woosung's eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he slowly stroked himself. His movements were deliberate, drawing out the anticipation between them. Iseul's breath hitched as she watched him, her body responding to the raw tension in the air. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and it was like a lightning bolt straight to her core.

"Turn around," Woosung commanded softly, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. His eyes never left hers as he continued to stroke himself, coaxing himself closer and closer to release. Iseul's heart pounded in her chest as she took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his gaze on her. She slowly turned around, her eyes never leaving his. Her curiosity about what came next was dwarfed by the anticipation coursing through her veins.

She could feel the rough bark against her skin, and the contrast between it and Woosung's body was almost too much to bear. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to stroke himself, his breath hitching slightly with each pass. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the night air, but it was almost drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears.

"Touch yourself," Woosung instructed, his voice barely above a whisper. His command sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, and Iseul's hand trembled slightly as she reached down to cup herself.

She felt the dampness of her thighs already, and as her fingers grazed her folds, she could feel the wetness seeping through. Her arousal was palpable, and the thought of being here with Woosung only fueled the fire within her.

Woosung's eyes never left hers as his hand sped up, his breath now coming in short gasps. "Rub yourself against the tree," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own breaths.

Iseul's heart pounded in her chest as she followed his instructions. The rough bark of the tree felt contrasting to the slickness between her legs as she pressed herself against it, feeling the intensity build within her. Woosung's eyes bore into hers, as if he could see every single pulse of pleasure surging through her body.

"That's it," he whispered, his hand now a blur as he stroked himself frenziedly. "Just like that."

Iseul could feel the raw hunger in Woosung's eyes, and it only served to heighten her own desire. Her movements grew more urgent, her skin prickling with sensitivity as she rubbed herself against the tree. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, as if they were suspended in time, completely engrossed in this taboo act.

As Woosung's breaths grew more labored, he reached out and grabbed Iseul's wrist, pulling her hand away from her heated core. His thumb brushed against the wetness on her fingers, savoring the evidence of her arousal. "I want to be inside you," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do you want that too?"

Iseul didn’t have to answer, the desire in her eyes was enough to speak volumes. Woosung took a step closer to her, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the stiffness of his erection against her butt.

"I want you so much," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his touch against her skin.

Woosung pushed Iseul harder against the bark, her clit scraping deliciously across the rough surface. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against his shoulder as he continued to grind into her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming - raw, primal, and undeniably carnal.

"That's it," Woosung growled, his hands gripping onto Iseul's hips as he thrust into her. His heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of their bodies, and he felt a wave of euphoria course through him as he felt Iseul's flesh against his own. The tree groaned softly beneath them, almost as if it were sharing in their pleasure.

Iseul's breaths came out in short gasps, each one lingering on the edge of a scream. Woosung's grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer, as the frenzied rhythm of their bodies grew more urgent. The tree bark scraped against Iseul's clit with every thrust, each sensation heightening her arousal.

As they continued, Woosung's breathing grew ragged, and he felt the familiar tightness building within him. He knew it wouldn't be long before he reached the peak of his desire. Iseul's breaths became shallower and faster, matching his own, as if they were both racing towards the same climax.

"Iseul," Woosung breathed, almost in a trance-like state. "I can feel it."

Iseul didn't respond, her eyes screwed shut, but she could feel it too - the explosive energy that was barreling towards them like a freight train. She clenched her teeth, the tree bark grinding harder against her clit with each movement. The intensity was overwhelming, but the thought of sharing this moment with Woosung only made it more exhilarating.

Woosung's breaths were erratic now, his body tensing as he thrust deeper into Iseul. The rhythm of their bodies was like a wild drumbeat, driving them closer to the edge. The air crackled with electricity, and Iseul could feel her whole body trembling, unable to control her reactions to this forbidden act.

As it all crested and peaked, their bodies convulsed in unison, the flood of pleasure washing over them like a tidal wave. Woosung's breaths became ragged, his moans muffled against Iseul's shoulder. Her skin prickled with sensitivity and she trembled against him.

The tree, in response to their carnal frenzy, creaked and groaned beneath them, as if wanting to be a part of their ecstasy. The rough bark against their skin seemed to intensify the sensations they felt, wrapping them in a web of pleasure and passion.

As Woosung's climax hit, he thrust one last time, so deep inside Iseul that she could feel his heart beating in sync with her own. His release was explosive, and the sensation sent Iseul over the edge as well. She cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

For what seemed like an eternity, they remained entwined, catching their breaths and reveling in the afterglow of their shared climax. Their bodies trembled as they came down from the high, the sound of their ragged breathing and heartbeats filling the cool night air—a symphony of their passion and the bond they shared.

Woosung’s forehead rested against Iseul’s, their breaths mingling as the world around them stilled. Slowly, he withdrew from her, causing Iseul to gasp softly at the sudden emptiness. But the feeling of loss was fleeting, replaced by the warmth of the moment still lingering between them. She glanced down at their intertwined hands, still locked together, and smiled softly.

“A year,” Woosung murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was rough, tinged with satisfaction but also something deeper—something tender. “Can you believe it?”

Iseul smiled, her lips curling up in that knowing way she reserved just for him. “Since the blood moon,” she whispered, recalling the night everything had changed between them. “Since you claimed me.”

Woosung chuckled, his fingers tightening around hers. “Claimed you? You make it sound so easy.” His voice was warm, layered with affection. “You didn’t make it easy at all. I wasn’t even sure we’d make it past being… friends.”

Iseul’s smirk deepened as she leaned back against the tree, her body relaxing against his. “Best friends,” she corrected softly. “You were my best friend, Woosung. For years.”

They both fell silent, lost in the memory of that wild night under the blood moon—the night their bond shifted from friendship to something primal and unbreakable. Woosung had been hunting, Iseul running, their instincts warring with the feelings they had denied for so long. When he had finally claimed her, it wasn’t just as his mate, but as someone who had always been his closest companion.

“Looking back,” Woosung murmured, his voice thoughtful, “I think we were always headed for this. The blood moon didn’t change us—it just made us stop pretending.”

Iseul’s eyes softened as she nodded. “Yeah. I guess I just didn’t know how much I needed you until that night. You were my best friend, but you’ve become so much more.”

Woosung’s fingers traced the inside of her wrist, his touch gentle. “We’ve come a long way, huh? From that night to this one.”

Iseul leaned in closer, her smile deepening as she looked up at him. “We have,” she pressed her forehead against his chest, her heart swelling with the weight of it all. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she whispered.

Woosung’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing lightly over her hand. “Neither would I. No matter what happens—blood moon or not—you’re mine. And I’m yours. And we’ll always have that.”

The primal pull of the blood moon had drawn them together that night a year ago, but what kept them together was far more than instinct. It was the years of friendship, the deep connection they’d built long before the night their wolves had claimed each other. They had always been meant for this—mates, best friends, partners for life.

As the cool night air wrapped around them and the distant hum of the city thrummed in the background, they stood together, still holding on tightly to one another. The blood moon may have sealed their bond, but their love had been there long before.

“Happy anniversary, Woosung,” Iseul whispered, her voice warm and full of affection.

Woosung smiled, his eyes shining down at her. “Happy anniversary, Iseul.”

They kissed again, soft and lingering, as the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a silvery glow over their entwined forms. For them, this was more than just the marking of time—it was a reminder of how far they’d come, together.