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MILK & TWO SUGARS. KTH / M!READER

summary. despite being your subordinate, taehyung relishes in his power over you.

wc. 4.9k

tags. boss/assistant au, dom top!reader, bottom!tae, tae films himself to tease you, oral (r. receiving), office/desk sex, unprotected sex, officemates-with-benefits (sort of)

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the train carriage rocks and rumbles, steel and electricity burning beneath your feet. you hover beside the moving join between carriages, counting down the number of stops until it reaches yours. aside from the not-so-inconspicuous journalist snapping pictures of you across the carriage, it has been a fairly smooth ride.

he's wearing a cap, staring down at the flip-out screen of his dslr, pointed just right in your direction. he's far enough away that the photos probably don't seem that creepy – not i-pretended-to-bump-into-you-for-this-picture creepy, at least – and he's not holding the camera low enough to angle your crotch as the focal point, which is more than you can say for some other journalists. sure, you may have had a wild youth, but you were square now – just a guy in a suit on his phone with a messenger bag strapped across your chest. the most interesting thing about you was the fact that a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers stuck out one end of your bag.

for all the other commuters knew, you were heading home to kiss your wife and your two-and-a-half kids. you would like to keep it that way, isolating yourself with earbuds playing a rotation of your favourite songs.

on your phone, your insanely efficient and ridiculously beautiful personal assistant has just stopped using capital letters and proper punctuation.

seriously where are you? your coffee's going cold :(

you huff. you told him to wait a while longer before grabbing it since you needed to stop by the florist, but he had always been strict about your schedule. if it wasn't on the document, it didn't exist.

a couple more stops to go, you reply, glancing out the windows to ensure you're not getting his hopes up. nine minutes.

can't you get here any faster?

no, taehyung. it's always going to be nine minutes.

despite his profile picture only being his initials – KT, matching at least four other people in your phone – he manages to inject a whole lot of personality into his next message.

then don't walk, desk jockey. what can i do to make you gallop? the bubble of three dots pops up. perhaps i can tempt you over with a carrot?

please stop it with the horse metaphors.

but you're the only one i wanna ride <3

you nearly choke on your saliva, hastily pressing your phone screen to your chest for privacy. you steel your nerves when your phone vibrates again, chasing away the heat crawling rapidly up your neck. you take a deep breath and glance down.

a video. you tap the play button and the window expands to take up your screen.

the first thing you notice is that taehyung's not wearing any pants. he's wearing everything but pants, and you even see a flash of his playful smirk as he tightens his tie when he glances down. he smooths it down, down his stomach, and leans back in a chair.

your chair.

holy shit. he's in your office.

he tucks one foot up onto the edge of your desk, polished pointed shoe pivoting as he makes himself comfortable. he rests on the point of his elbow, cradling his jaw with long slim fingers.

he wraps his slender fingers around his cock, revealing it from beneath the bottom of his crisp white dress shirt. only the bottom sliver of his face is visible, soft and shapely pink lips playing at innocence, tucked teasingly between his front teeth.

your music doesn't provide a buffer anymore. on instinct, you darken your screen and slam the mute button, thumb working at the phone's volume button in excess.

but, because you have terrible vices, you slowly edge the volume back up until his soft, breathy moans rattle in your skull like a marble inside a can of spray paint.

"hey, boss," he whispers, fingers rolling over his reddened tip, cock dark pink and shining in his grip. he plays at formality, straightening his jacket lapel with his free hand. his hand drops down to cup his bare thigh, golden and soft, and slides gently over his skin, back and forth – caressing himself the same way you do. he exhales softly, back arching. the chair's leather shifts audibly. "come grab your coffee, already. aren't you thirsty? i sure am."

dropping his leg, he pushes his shirt up around his chest, and lifts his phone above him with a sound between a hum and a moan. taehyung twists in your black leather chair, its tall slim shape highlighting the way he angles his hips to accentuate his waist and hips and the way his soft thighs fill up the seat of the chair.

you close your eyes for a steadying breath, shifting on the spot as the train pulls up to your station. thank goodness you had the epiphany to wear a dark suit today. it'd be a particularly awkward gossip piece for that journalist – yes, still there – if you'd worn something lighter.

"i'll be waiting, big boy," he coos directly into your ears, the breathiness in his voice and the flush to his cheeks letting you know just how long he's been in your chair.

he's going to be the death of you.

you weave your way through the station, hurrying down the stairs with your phone in a death grip, screen off. it pings when the pedestrian crossing lights turn green and your mouth goes dry at the sight of another video, described only by date and file type. you struggle to swallow.

on his knees, lovely round ass presented to the camera, taehyung pumps three fingers in and out of his slick hole, the shine of lube dripping down his thigh. his moans are quick and muffled by the palm over his mouth, his cheeks glowing pink with desire, and his hips jerk as he pulls his knees close together. his cock presses firmly along the seam of the back of his thighs.

hissing softly, he pulls his fingers out with a slick pop, lubricated until the knuckle. he glides his fingertips around his hole, showing himself off with a soft giggle, and rocks back on them until his cock twitches. it leaks as he fucks himself with them.

"ah...! get down here, already – my fingers aren't as thick as yours, baby. m-maybe i could still come on them, though," he moans slyly, the quick slick sound of his pumping fingers jolting shivers down your spine. "gonna fucking come on myself, come on your desk – every time you enter this office, you're gonna remember the way i made you feel."

he moans with a toss of his head as his hand quickens. his leaking cock pulses and he bounces slightly on his fingers, that little bit of friction from his cock bumping his thighs almost enough.

"what is it... that you said?" he grins back at the camera, dark eyes smoky and devious. "only angels have bodies like mine? well... white was always heaven's colour."

his lips part as his dark brow furrows, his grip tightening on the back of the chair as his hips tremble. his cock explodes with cum, spurting out in thick white ropes that splatter the backs of his thighs like the sweetest glaze. he spreads his jerking, trembling thighs, and his release slowly pools on the black leather between his knees. he pants softly, wordless.

in the silence of your earbuds, your head rings with the anticipation of your pounding heart, nearly sprinting the half-block down to the skyscraper with your last name printed on it. you push through the large glass doors carelessly – they're shatterproof, and they'll survive you shouldering your way through them.

on your phone, taehyung lets out a soft exhale that sinks claws into your brain. glossy white beads drip from the edge of your chair between his unblemished legs, and if that's not a scene of the divine, then you don't know what is.

shit. hastily, you pass the receptionists and slip into an empty elevator someone left behind. swiping your card, you punch the button for the highest floor, and survive the agonising seconds up, dumping your earbuds and phone unceremoniously into your bag.

the elevator dings, and you're shoving yourself through the tiniest gap the moment it appears with a problem in your pants and a problem at your desk.

lazily, taehyung grins, pink tongue swiping over his lips. one hand strokes his pretty cock under the desk, the motion of his arm perfectly clear.

"hey there, big boy," he purrs. "finally here for your coffee, right?"

you grunt noncommittedly, extracting the bouquet of flowers from your bag before dumping the bag on the loveseat by the elevator. you place it in a white vase and wiggle it back into place on the cute pigeonhole shelf.

you turn back to him, and he's standing now, leaning forward over your desk with that same silky smile. "done with playing uncaring? come over here, make me sorry. i've broken your rules, haven't i, boss?"

"you're a real piece of work," you growl, stalking towards him and yanking him away from your desk to survey the damage. time to put in a request for a new chair. you return your gaze to taehyung, who just smiles demurely at you and strokes the bulge in your trousers.

"a piece of art, don't you like telling me?" he teases, nudging your cock with his knuckles. his smile widens as your breath skips like a record player. he pushes you towards the end of your oak desk. "you liked my presents, did you?"

"presents? that was torture," you rumble, placing your hand on top of his head and fisting a handful of his hair. you tug firmly backwards and his eyes roll back briefly as he moans, hands faltering for just a moment as he fiddles with your fly – you smirk at the sight.

his lashes flutter as he regains control, pupils dilating as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. "but you liked them, right, sir?" he asks softly, almost nervously. he fishes your cock out and his breath hitches, his lower lip tugged between his teeth as he stares up at it.

"is the sky blue, dove?" you ask, softening your voice just for him. he melts like chocolate, pressing himself sweetly into you, and you let go of his hair to card it back from his large dark eyes, tucking the stray strands behind his ears. "but i won't say it didn't surprise me. i was on the train."

"your fault when you have a perfectly good car in the garage, sir," he says with a hum, and he kisses the base of your cock. he lifts your hand back to his hair and you guide his head towards the head of your shaft. with a soft moan, he's all yours again to eat and enjoy, those dark brown eyes almost gold in the late afternoon sun.

"i'll let that sass slide because you're usually such a sweet boy," you say softly, humming as he drags his warm tongue over the ridge of your tip. "good. suck."

he loves the way you talk to him with that voice – a voice like chocolate, sweet and thick and dark. he bobs his head, stroking what he can't fit, and he moans when you hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw wide. he works at your cock, tongue lapping at the veins, tracing them to your tip and back, and closes his lips around your shaft, gradually getting all of it down his throat.

he clasps your thighs, letting himself enjoy the heft and heat of your cock filling his throat, and his eyes slide closed, the tip of his nose brushing your pelvis. you exhale softly and pat his hair to watch it bounce back into place, tugging the loose beach curls between two fingers and letting them spring back. it's incredibly soft and silky for someone who's dyed his entire head honey blond for at least as long as he's been working for you.

you cup his cheek as he bobs his head, warm tight throat swallowing your cock, constantly squeezing and fluttering, and your hand shifts to his chin, fingers pressed against the bend of his throat where it meets his jaw. gliding your fingers lower, you can feel your cock sliding against the walls of his throat. when he pulls back until just the heavy tip rests on his tongue, you feel with reverence the way he swallows it down, following the movement of the tip of your cock with each finger it passes.

below, you watch in amusement as he jerks himself off, motions quick and shallow but involving the motion of his whole arm from the shoulder. he moans as he swallows your cock, and your head falls back as your cock throbs from the tight vibrations.

"fuck, taehyung, good boy," you groan, listening to him choke and gag on it as if he couldn't get enough. saliva coats your dick, and it drips down his chin. his parted lips allow him to moan and when he closes his lips around it, he redefines the word 'suck'.

his cheeks hollow, his eyes roll back, and he's so warm and wet around you that your control snaps and you yank his head forward, burying your cock deep in him. he whimpers so perfectly when he feels your cum sliding down his throat, swallowing rapidly. his lashes flutter as he pushes himself deeper and his lips press against your base, making you grunt sharply, fingers tightening in his hair.

even when your grip loosens, your uneven breaths steadying, taehyung keeps you in his mouth, feeling his own hot cum drip down his twitching cock. he doesn't stroke himself, doesn't pull away – just contents himself during the aftermath of his high with keeping his mouth full, blinking slowly like a cat at the hazy middle-distance.

you have to slide him off your cock and he protests, whimpering softly as his nails dig into your thigh. you wrap a hand around yourself, pumping it slowly, and taehyung stares on yearningly, licking his lips subconsciously when a bead of cum slides down your tip.

"do i need to look at what you've done," you ask, though your voice remains steady at the end like a statement. "pretty thing, we are in my office. that means no messes."

"doesn't feel as good as when you're in me," he rasps, leaning up and kissing the base of your cock. "please, baby? promise i'll clean up later."

"you can't always get your way through flattery," you chuckle as he stands, tilting and falling against you as if he belongs there, wrapped in your arms. one hand travels further down and cups his ass, squeezing the supple warmth of it. he moans airily.

"it's worked so far," he whispers. "go sit down, big boy. gonna ride you like you deserve."

"what, you're going to tease this gorgeous little ass and i'm not allowed to have a taste?" you tease, and taehyung grins, pressing chest-to-chest with you. "you're a cruel man."

he smiles, still panting softly, and presses his lips to the line of your jaw. "maybe later," he murmurs. "will you clean me up and take care of me afterwards?"

"depends on my mood, pretty," you hum, guided over to your seat and watching as he sets himself atop your lap. you squeeze his thighs, sitting up against his back.

"you're a chivalrous man, boss. you wouldn't force me to walk home with your cum dripping down my leg," he chuckles, placing his ass over your cock and grinding against it. he grips the armrest and turns his head over his shoulder to kiss you, the other hand coming up to grip your hair. "mm – fuck me already. wanna feel your cock fill me up like a whore – been waiting for ages to get you alone for this."

"you could always call me outside of work, you know?"

"but where's the fun in that?" he teases, and sinks down on your cock with a breathy relieved moan that makes you shiver.

holy fuck. he's so damn warm, so wet. for a moment your thoughts fizzle out into pleasant static shooting down your spine and out to your fingers and toes. just being with him, close to him, enveloped by his faint blue cologne, makes heaven an afterthought.

when you come to and open your eyes – despite not remembering closing them – you are met with taehyung's soft smoky gaze, his warm palm cupping your cheek. he smiles, breathless, as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing your foreheads together. "you're handsome when you come."

after taking a moment to gather yourself, you frown slightly, shifting your hands higher on his thighs. no, you are most certainly still hard. "wishful thinking, much?"

"no, that was better than watching you come." he nuzzles into your cheek and jaw, then presses your foreheads together again with a soft roll of his hips. the action has you gasping and he slots his mouth against yours, taking advantage of the moment of weakness to slip his tongue between your teeth.

knowing he, your quiet, pretty little secretary, is the one to bring you down from your pedestal, fills him with insurmountable pride. smugness, too – a healthy dose of it. after all, the media made you into the country's most eligible bachelor, and still here you were, leaning into his touch like a soft college boyfriend. you've spent every waking moment since you turned eighteen having columnists nipping at your heels and biting into your clothes, your friends, your love life, and anything else they can twist into drama or some moral fault with you. he knows how high your walls are because of it and the fact that you decided to give him a chance, to let him help you, despite looking like every one of the scandalmongers who've ever hurt you, makes him proud.

you'd never truly lost that pureness about you, that faith in people's goodness that most lose the first time they're betrayed by those they love. that is a very hard thing to do when so many close to you have had some dark immortal want to leech out of you.

taehyung's getting ahead of himself. he can start thinking such things when you start calling him your boyfriend.

"i missed you," he whispers, breath hitching as the ridge of your cockhead catches on his rim. he reaches behind himself, guiding himself onto your dick, and his fingernails dig into your shoulder as he throws his head back with a breathless moan.

"yeah?" you murmur, because you can't ever stay upset at taehyung. "it's only been a few hours. fuck. mm – couldn't have known. maybe you should've sent me a few more videos of yourself."

he tries to gasp in offence, but it comes out too breathy, too pleased. he bounces on your lap with his creamy thighs bracketing yours. "pig. why do you want videos when you have the real thing right in front of you?"

"so i can remember you on lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms."

he scoffs, chuckling softly as he circles his hips, making you groan and tighten your grip on him. he cups the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. "give me a promotion, big boy. then your nights won't have to be so lonely."

"you and your silver tongue," you murmur, placing your hands on the curve of his ass, the tiny dip of flesh at the base of his spine. he arches into your touch with a soft sigh, clenching around you and enveloping you in his velvety heat.

"mhm. you know what my tongue can do," he teases, content to fill himself up with you and do nothing else for the rest of the day. he could sit here, pretty as a princess, for the rest of his life and he'd have no qualms about it.

you, however, have different ideas.

you hook your arms under his thighs and rise to your feet, swiping pens and papers clear of your desk and onto the floor with a clatter – he laughs – and you set him down on your desk, kissing his jaw and neck. you nip at his earlobe and he growls in warning playfully, yanking your hair to bring your throat closer to him. he sucks a hickey onto the sensitive skin, the sting giving way to pleasure far too easily.

he spreads his knees and leans back, grabbing your cock with one hand and bracing against the desk with the other, and slips you back inside him with a long moan of bliss. "y-you're so big..."

"don't stroke my ego," you chuckle, stroking his soft, smooth hips and thighs as you thrust hilt-deep into him, easier now that he's adjusted. "god knows it's big enough as it is."

"of course i have to. you're the – the top man." his breath hitches as your cock glides against his swollen prostate, dragging against it roughly with how tightly he's stretched around you. he swears he can follow the line of the veins when it rides against his gummy walls with a harsh thrust. "oh, fuck! baby!"

"that feel good, hm?" you murmur into his ear, the sweet decadence of it rolling over his brain like waves over the shore.

"yes," he moans, eyes rolling back as you press into him, a single shift of the angle of your hips enough to make his back arch and his mouth fall open. "yes, yes! ah, f-fuck, right there – right there, harder, don't stop..."

you know his body like the back of your hand. gripping his thighs until they dimple under your fingertips, you pull out until just the tip rests against his hole. with a snap of your hips, you bury yourself deep in his warmth, making him jerk and cry out. his cock spurts prematurely and he gnaws on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut to will down his budding high. his nails dig into your shoulders.

"i told you," he pants, glistening eyes raising to meet yours. "harder."

what your secretary wants, he gets.

your cock slams directly into his prostate and he gasps, whimpering softly as you set a quick, hungry pace. still unsatisfied, you push your mouth against his, tongue dipping between his lips to taste his coffee.

milk, two sugars.

he always had a sweet tooth.

his damp hair sticks to his temples, the perfect salon waves bouncing rapidly with each smack of your hips against his ass. he moans into your mouth as his cock jerks, swollen and heavy against his slim stomach. it bounces with each powerful thrust and he cries out, the sweet sound echoing in your office for anyone to hear.

he whines softly, a softer sound than he'd ever let anyone else hear. he claws at your shoulders and sides, panting against your lips and submitting to your demanding kisses with messy clouded lust. the slap of skin on skin only arouses him further and he grabs your tie in a white-knuckled grip, tugging your mouth down against his the moment it parts for air.

"close," he whimpers into the kiss, and his eyes flutter back into his skull as your cock punches the breath out of his lungs, fucking him faster, harder, deeper. he opens his eyes, half-lidded and dazed, as you sweep his hair out of his eyes, combing it back gently with your fingers.

you tug. he comes.

his velvety searing heat swallows you whole, animal in its hunger, and he digs his heels into your lower back, forcing your cock deeper in him until you have no choice but to follow him over the precipice, crashing over it like blue waves over white rock. his pleasure is engulfing, almost stifling despite his tenderness. he curls into your grasp, panting and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and his hot, shuddering breath stirs against the fine skin of your collarbone.

when your hips slow to give him a moment of respite – surely he'd want one, you thought, barely able to eke out a gasp of your name – he instead takes the chance to chastise you.

"couldn't you have... finished... any faster?" he huffs, his chest heaving as he gulps down air between words. "you've a meeting in five minutes."

with your thoughts still lingering on the image of taehyung's bliss and the clandestine knowledge that he'd made a mess on your desk, you take a moment to respond. when you do, you're incredulous.

"wait, are you trying to keep me on schedule? now?"

"it's... it's office hours. i still have to do my job." he rolls his eyes, as if you aren't balls-deep inside of him. you remind him with a few shallow, gentle thrusts – he sucks in a shaky breath and tips his head back with a shake to let his bangs fall more comfortably over his forehead. "lord knows you're not the one keeping an eye on your timetable."

"we can talk about that later, and just reschedule that damn meeting. they'll wait for me." you press your lips to the dip just beneath his ear and he hums, lazily content. then, as if remembering that he has to play bad cop and not laze in the comfort of your touch, his eyes flutter open and his mouth thins into a straight line.

"you're making a bad habit out of this," he argues. there he is – your fiery assistant. if you looked at him now, you'd never know he'd just been making dirty videos with sultry smiles.

"the best kind of habit," you murmur, shifting your hips. his breath hitches and his grip tightens involuntarily on your shoulder, making you smirk. "don't worry, taehyung. i'll give you the rest of the day off. you need one – at least today because of me."

his frown deepens at your cheeky comment, even though his cheeks flush. "i don't take days off."

"you always say that, but what are you doing right now? working hard or hardly working?" you tease, sliding your hands up his thighs and hips.

"it's – different," he manages to gasp out, clicking his tongue when your nails drag over the veins of his messy cock. "stop that. you have a meeting, remember?"

you draw your hand back. "i was working when you sent me those videos. i seem to recall you were, too. this feels unfair."

"unfair?" he repeats. "you liked them. you always like them." he pauses. "don't you?"

"i'm not sure the other people on the train appreciate your beauty as much as i do." you kiss him and he hums, accepting your tongue into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. "don't stop sending your videos."

"is that an order, big boy?" he whispers.

"yes, it is," you reply, and he smiles, brief and sweet. you pull out of him gently, rubbing the join between his hip and thigh soothingly as he moans softly through bitten lips. "now, you have an email to write. that meeting won't postpone itself."

he huffs, allowing you to help him down from your desk. he turns around, leaning over it to grab his laptop from the corner, and you press yourself into his back and ass, teasing your cock against his hole. the coffee he grabbed for you sits cold on the edge of your desk next to the pen holder.

"tell me what the email says," you murmur into his neck, caressing his stomach with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other.

taehyung's breath shudders as he nods, opening up the calendar and shifting the meeting to three days later. moving it a few hours means you look sloppy with your time management, and so does one day. three days looks like a choice – like you have better things to do with your time. these men don't have anyone else to go to, so they'll wait for you no matter what.

"your conference with mr ln has been moved to thursday, august twenty-first. please see attached—" he closes his eyes as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, gently squeezing. "p-please see attached a link to your updated appointment."

you shrug, peppering kisses over the freckles of his neck and shoulder. "good enough. send it."

he clicks send and closes his laptop, pushing it away as you lift him into your arms. he gasps and wraps his limbs around you, holding tight as you move him to the couch on the other side of the room. you hover over him as he pants softly, staring up at you with dark eyes and plump red lips.

"by the way, i've received message that your suit's been delivered to your home," you say with a soft smile. "you're going to outshine everyone at that stupid awards ceremony."

"you say that as if you won't like seeing me in it. you can fuck me in it in the car afterwards. you bought it, after all." his eyes glint dangerously. "maybe i'll wear a surprise under it – to celebrate your successes, of course."

you grin, filthy and boyish, and taehyung's heart flutters. "you've just made me very excited for that day. come grab coffee with me after work – we can test how much space i have in my backseat."

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jiminiecrickets · 4 months

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Happy new year! Where are you????

happy belated new year, well wishes to you!! sorry for my absence, currently sick on my birthdayyy this is so funnn

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jiminiecrickets · 4 months

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dilfverz was being really shady towards you by saying you're a minor when they are the same age as you like 😭

lol i'm pretty sure they were talking about a different person :)

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jiminiecrickets · 4 months

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just figured out i can choose which blog i reply as omfg TT im so dumb yet im nineteen in a week.... im not surviving adulthood lmfao

#jun rambles

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jiminiecrickets · 4 months

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hi!! regarding ur seven days a week series , I’ve seen someone do the exact same thing with jk’s song but with jjk character gojo, im not saying they’re copying you or anything but the little prompts/warnings are almost exactly like urs. their user is @/dilfverz ! as I said , I’m not 100% if their copying you or anything jst thought you should know :))

hi! i saw it earlier and while it makes me squint a little, i don't own those prompts. it could be a coincidence, idk, i don't want to start anything. it isn't really worth it atp. thank you for bringing it to my attention, though! :)

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jiminiecrickets · 4 months

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Do you celebrate christmas?🎄🎅🏼❄️⛄🎁

usually, yeah, but nothing big. a tree and some presents. i went home overseas for the first time since before covid and we had a big secret santa game :)

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jiminiecrickets · 5 months

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Do you have a favorite couple from your storys???

no, i love all my children equally! very fond of vamp!minnie though... been thinking about how he's def an immortal who gives the finger to gender and just does whatever tf he likes with his vampy powers – like reader introduces him with "and this is my boyfriend ^^" and it's just. a girl. like how cool is that lol i love vampires sm

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jiminiecrickets · 5 months

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Hello love, I was just out with friends walking around town and looking at Christmas lights. Can you do a fic with whichever of the boys you wish, where they go to a light show and walk around with hot chocolate looking at all the beautiful lights please.

Wish you the best, good night/morning. 💜

hi, this is very cute but i don't write totally sfw pieces on this blog. the drabbles from earlier are outliers :) thanks!

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jiminiecrickets · 5 months

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STRANGERS FROM HELL ; PART TWO

────────── BASED OFF OF THE KOREAN DRAMA OF THE SAME NAME.

summary: jeongguk has a stressful day at work while you busy yourself with studio chores. later, you and jeongguk encounter a strange situation involving units 306 and 307 before finishing your day off with a drink together that turns slightly sour.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x serial killer m!reader

warnings: murder murder murder, painful teeth extracting, jk is lowkey insane, manipulative king reader ayeee, mentions of animal abuse (specifically one dead cat), hints of cannibalism, park byeongmin is a creep and a dick

╰ intro. part one. part two. part three.

“When are you cleaning this up, huh? Miss Eom is seriously complaining that it stinks.” Nambok—tenant of unit 313—tsks as he kicks the large yellow bag lazily, moving over to the body currently stretched out on the dental chair within the confines of the dingy room. The yellow bag seeps with dark sanguine off to the side, spilling onto concrete flooring that needs a good bleaching.

“Sir! Sir!” Nambok calls, leaning over the body which has been tied up with thick leather straps, mouth gagged and skin dirty with dried blood. It was that thug Jeongguk was on about—tenant of unit 310 that lived opposite to him. Nambok slaps his cheek a couple times, but Ahn Heejoong refuses to wake up.

“Get up now. It’ll be over soon.” He comforts, resting his hand on Heejoong’s chest, but he isn’t that bothered. A few metres away, Deukjong—twin brother to Deuksoo—laughs loudly, high pitched and attention seeking.

“This is going to be fun!” He exclaims, and Nambok continues his efforts to wake Heejoong up, a little frustrated to no avail.

“Yah, what’s wrong with him? We didn’t even anaesthetise him.” Deuksoo says from behind Nambok, nervous. He shakes Heejoong’s leg, “Open your eyes!”

“Let me see.” Nambok mumbles, pulling out a marker from his pocket and uncapping the lid. He proceeds to draw a clean line across Heejoong’s throat. “I’ll chop his neck. You guys clean up after.” he says, earning a grin from Deuksoo.

“Promise me you’ll give me his wrists.”

“I can’t wait to work on the new guy!” Deukjong exclaims once more, unable to contain his excitement. “He seems very soft!” He giggles, hugging himself with both arms. Nambok and Deuksoo’s attention turns to him.

“Be careful.” Nambok warns, “Didn’t you see unit 302 dying? If anything goes wrong, you could all die too.”

Deukjong struggles to truly understand the depth of Nambok’s words, still giggling as a hand lifts to cover his mouth. “My goodness. How scary!”

Nambok sighs, returning his attention back to Heejoong. “Oh sir, unit 302, the man you like- I mean, the man you were scared of, he’s dead.” he says, having another attempt at trying to wake the male up. Heejoong still lays unconscious.

“Oh well. Let me see…” Nambok repeats, fingers pressing against Heejoong’s chest, “Halibut…” he says, fingers then drifting down to the male’s sides, “Rockfish…” and finally his belly, “This is a blowfish.”

“It’s about a span long.” Deuksoo comments, trying to get a grasp of Heejoong’s size.

Moments later, your body filters past the threshold of the crime room, fingers resting on the top frame of the door as you duck through the opening, far taller than even its maximum height requirement.

Deuksoo, Nambok and Deukjong shuffle away to one side, watching you silently as you approach the unconscious Heejoong, hands tucked into your pant pockets.

“Did you know? Three things are missing in studios.” You state, talking to Heejoong, but your little minions also listen intently, “There are no students, no sunlight, and no one who looks for us.”

Turning, you reach for the metal cart that hosts your latex gloves, tugging them on one by one. “But you made people start looking for us.” You tsk, “That’s against studio rules. You should’ve been more careful.”

Deuksoo holds up your transparent coveralls after approaching you steadily, and you slip your arms through the sleeves and turn so that he can secure it in place in the back. “But it doesn’t matter.” you comment casually, adjusting the ends of the gloves so they fit into the sleeves.

“The man who came to see you is dead.” You reveal, before turning your head back to Deuksoo, “Zip all the way down. You make me say it every time.” you grumble, distracted for a moment. You soon turn your attention back to Heejoong who is still unconscious. “You’ll soon be dead too.” you continue your one-sided conversation, finally making your way over to him once Deuksoo is done securing your coveralls.

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After a mildly eventful trip to the company building, Jeongguk makes his way through the front door with fingers wrapped around the straps of his backpack, only to be stopped by the voices of two individuals talking in the break room located right next to the front door. The younger bows before them with a greeting, halting their conversation.

“Oh, Jeonggukie’s here.” Son Yoojeong, the only female member of the company, announces happily. The man with her then smiles, as if familiarised with him after hearing his name. “He’s our new intern.” She clarifies, earning a laugh from the man who nods, pointing at him. Jeongguk isn’t sure what’s going on.

“This is Reporter Jo Yucheol.” Yoojeong informs, and Jeongguk nods.

“Nice to meet you-” He starts to say, but is rudely cut off by Yucheol who asks him, “Did you forget to send me what I asked yesterday?”, talking about the phone call Jeongguk had received that irked him then, too. He glances over at Yoojeong, biting his lip before looking over at Yucheol again relatively quickly.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I forgot,” Jeongguk replies, bowing his head, “I’m sorry.”

“Still, you didn’t forget to come to work.” Yucheol says, pouting. He looks over at Yoojeong with a smile before cracking a laugh. It’s then that Go Sangman arrives; the head of section at the company.

“Oh, Reporter Jo. You’re here.” Sangman acknowledges with a smile, squeezing past Jeongguk to shake Yucheol’s hand. “Our CEO isn’t arriving until the afternoon though.” he informs, and Yucheol’s brows furrow.

“What do you mean?”

“Hangover.” Sangman answers, mimicking the sip of a drink. “Can you believe it? In this peak season?”

Jeongguk glances between all three of the individuals present in front of him, none of whom are seeming to acknowledge him any further and so he decides to slowly make his departure, leaving the break room to head to his desk where his chief, Park Byeongmin, sits typing away diligently on his computer in the next seat.

Jeongguk can still hear their conversation from where his desk is, but luckily Yucheol leaves rather early after a few more offhanded comments, informing Sangman and Yoojeong that he’ll return in the afternoon to meet with the CEO.

“Good work by yourself.” Sangman mumbles as the both of them begin making their way to their individual desks. Yoojeong sighs as she takes her seat.

“Is he a pervert? He made so much fuss in the morning. I hate him.” She complains. Sangman shuffles through his bag before pulling out some documents.

“Ah, Intern-ssi.” He calls, grabbing Jeongguk’s attention. “What’s your name?”

He doesn’t even know my name?

“It’s Jeon Jeongguk.” He answers.

“Right, Jeongguk.” He says to himself, “Come here for a second.” and Jeongguk does so, heading over to Sangman’s desk. “We’re so busy. You need to get to work right away.” he states, pointing at the document held in his hand. “Do you know how to make a Powerpoint?”

“Well, I learned…”

“Look at the manual in the back and organise it.” Sangman cuts him off, not wasting any time. “If you’re stuck, ask Chief Park.” he hands Jeongguk the documents who then begins to slip away to his desk, a little lost.

“Let’s see…” He mumbles, pulling himself forward, closer to his computer screen.

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“Say don’t kill me.” Deukjong giggles out. Deuksoo and Nambok both stand off to one side with him like they’d done so previously, Nambok praying silently just as you finish whatever it is you were doing on your phone, shutting it off and stashing it away on the metal cart a few inches away.

You now adorn a face mask and your glasses, sat upon a spinning chair that you turn in, facing Heejoong. You angle the oral examination lamp above his head, getting a clearer view of his face in this inky darkness.

“Let me see~” You say gently, in a manner resembling that in which you often speak with your clients at the dental clinic. You take off the gag wrapped around Heejoong’s mouth and he gasps, heaving.

“Please stop.” He begs weakly, tired from having been hauled up in this place for days. Deuksoo exclaims his victory, holding up a cheerful fist as Nambok grumbles and Deukjong laughs his defeat, all of them having bet on what Heejoong’s first words would be when he woke up.

“Give me your wrist.” Deuksoo tells his brother, and Deukjong offers it without hesitation. He then proceeds to slap Deukjong’s wrist with two fingers, causing the male to retract at the sting.

“He didn’t say don’t kill me.” Nambok tells him, “It’s my turn now. Wait.” He says, lifting his hand to go in for a smack on Deukjong’s wrist too until Deuksoo grabs his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“I made a bet too.” Nambok retorts, but Deuksoo disagrees before quickly going for a slap on Nambok’s wrist, causing the male to tut. All three of them then turn their attention back to you who had fixed a mouth gag between Heejoong’s lips to keep his mouth wide open.

“I’m usually good,” You tell Heejoong, elbow resting on the edges of the dental chair, “but it’s going to hurt because you’re not under anaesthesia.” You lift your face mask over your nose, grabbing his chin with one hand. “What can you do, hm? You have no choice but to bear.”

With your hand that holds the scalpel, you begin to make incisions into the gum lining of one of Heejoong’s bottom teeth, immediately receiving an active response from him as he struggles against the restraints, grip tightening on whatever he can get his grasp on.

“All right, all right.” You sooth, shoving the blade deeper into his gums and twisting, trying to loosen the skin from every angle. “Oh, oh no. It’ll be over soon.”

The dental chair continues to shake under the weight of Heejoong’s pain—a never ending hell that floods every vein in his body, tears overflowing.

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I have absolutely no idea what to do.

Sitting back in his seat, Jeongguk sighs to himself, staring at his computer screen before glancing over at Chief Park hesitantly. Should he ask him for help? Jeongguk isn’t sure if the humiliation is worth it, always somehow being belittled by the man for no apparent reason. He clears his throat, however, and leans over to Byeongmin’s desk after a moment’s composure.

“Mr Park. I’m sorry, but can you take a look at this?” He asks in the politest voice he can muster up, pointing to his screen. Byeongmin turns, leaning over to check his screen as requested.

“So I-”

“What?” He butts in, immediately earning Jeongguk’s attention. “You can’t even do something that simple? How did you even graduate?” And there he fucking goes, making Jeongguk’s blood bubble under his veins. He turns slightly in his seat, continuing, “If you got in through connections, you still need to work hard. What have you done since you got to work today? Waste time? Did you go straight to sleep after work yesterday?”

Does he ever shut the fuck up?

Jeongguk has already noted that Byeongmin clearly doesn’t plan on helping him out, but he still hasn’t finished his little rant, causing the younger to listen indefinitely out of respect.

“Did you go over your work?”

“I’m sorry.” Jeongguk responds gruffly, tucking himself into his seat and pulling himself forwards. He puts his focus back on his work, grabbing the manual that Sangman had handed him to reread the instructions, trying to grasp at what was going on with the powerpoint right now, but he’s stuck, forehead coming to rest on his palm.

What was he supposed to do now? Just sit here?

He tries to solve the issue somehow, clicking on different tools and tabs and trying to search for answers online, and ten minutes in, just when he thinks he’s done it, he finds himself stuck once more, wishing to slam his head against the wall.

How does this work? I seriously hate asking him. Jeongguk scratches away at his head, stressed. He glances over at Byeongmin, but sighs to himself until Yoojeong’s head pokes over his shoulder suddenly.

“What is it? Are you stuck?” She asks, hands tucked together behind her back. Jeongguk’s eyes widen a little, looking up at her.

“Pardon? Ah, yes, I don’t understand this part.” He explains, pointing at the screen, and she moves to press some keys on his keyboard.

“You just need to press control and Z.” She demonstrates, “Easy, right?”

Jeongguk blinks for a second before nodding.

“Feel free to ask him any questions.” Yoojeong informs, jutting her chin out to Byeongmin who pays them no mind. “Don’t stress over it by yourself.” and Jeongguk can’t exactly explain his situation to her so he simply agrees, nodding. She smiles at him then, “How cute.” She mumbles, retreating.

Byeongmin’s eyes follow her as she leaves, eyeing her ass when she bends over, checking out the different books by the shelf settled within the break room. Jeongguk notices this, eyebrows furrowing over at Chief Park.

Aish, he’s such a loser. He’s exactly the same as that pervert I live with. He thinks, recalling Nambok.

Minutes later, Shin Jaeho—CEO and university senior to Jeongguk—files into the company building, offering his greetings.

“Ah, excuse me.” He calls out, and Yoojeong follows after him as they approach the little desk in the work station which is situated off to one side.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Reporter Jo left, right?” Jaeho asks, more concerned with that. Yoojeong hums.

“Yes, he did. You came late on purpose, didn’t you?” She accuses, but Jaeho doesn’t answer, instead placing the plastic bag of food he’d brought with him on the empty desk.

“Have some tteokbokki.” He offers to everyone, opening the bag. Yoojeong pulls out the box, asking what the occasion was whilst the rest of the staff join the table eagerly after a long day’s work so far.

“You’re having this after drinking yesterday? Are you all right?” Sangman asks, leaning his weight forward on one of the chairs. Jaeho tsks, wishing to get to the main point.

“Come on, come on. What did Reporter Jo say?”

“He was asking for you.”

“What do you think? He was a total nuisance.”

“Anyways, let’s dig in!”

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Once everyone has had their fair share of the tteokbokki, it’s back to work. Jeongguk is in his seat once more, clicking away on his mouse before he’s stuck with a new problem. Maybe this office job just isn’t for him.

I’m sure he’ll nag again too. Jeongguk thinks, but he leans over his seat, trying to grab Byeongmin��s attention. “Sir, I’m sorry, but could you take a look at this?” And Byeongmin does so.

“You just need to apply what I’d told you before.” He scolds after taking a brief look, “Do you not understand? Gosh, use your brain, will you? Don’t be so thoughtless. An elementary school kid could do much better.” He sighs, leaning further in his seat to point at Jeongguk’s screen. “Why do these numbers look like this? Did you not set a formula? Gosh, you don’t even know the basics.”

He continues to babble on about minor mistakes, and Jeongguk is beginning to get just a tad bit frustrated, fingers lifting to card through his hair, leg bouncing uncontrollably under his desk. Byeongmin mentions something about price changes and Vlookup and his voice seems to gradually increase in volume and Jeongguk’s eyes shift back and forth until he forcefully stands, grabbing ahold of his keyboard and smashing it against Byeongmin’s face, chest heaving with rage, body shaking.

“Just shut it.” He seethes, teeth gritting, nostrils flaring.

The silence is calming after that, soothing, until— “What is it? Can you not hear me?” and Jeongguk is yanked back into reality, blinking profusely as he looks over at Byeongmin, dazed.

“Sorry?

“Focus, will you?” He complains, “You know, the problem isn’t that you don’t know how to do it. You lack the motivation to learn.”

“Alright, let’s call it a day.” Jaeho announces to everyone after finishing his own work and entering the room. Byeongmin is quick to pack his things away at that, logging off and grabbing his bag as he eyes Jeongguk one last time, watching him begin to order his folder together.

“Are you going home?” He asks, accusatory.

“Sorry?”

“If I were you, I would stay behind and learn a bit more.” He advises, although his tone is condescending, “Let’s be frank here. You should earn your keep.” And with that, he finally leaves, pulling the straps of his bag over his shoulders.

Jeongguk’s lips part in disbelief, hearing everyone else bid each other farewell whilst he’s stuck here past office hours completely alone.

Pulling his phone out, he decides to text his girlfriend, Jieun, that he won’t be able to make it to their date today.

‘We should meet during the weekends. I’m sorry.’ He types out, rubbing his eye as he sends it. It’s only mere seconds later that he receives a response, telling him to call her after he gets out to which he agrees to, turning his phone off.

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It’s hours into the night once Jeongguk decides it’s time to pack up and leave. The sun has set and the streets have darkened, but Jeongguk pulls out his phone, contemplating, just as he’s about to leave the building.

It’d be too late to ask her to meet, right?

He decides he’ll still give her a quick call to check in like he’d promised, but she doesn’t pick up and so he concludes that she must be busy. Jieun had always been quite the workaholic, even if she wasn’t at her desk in her company building. It’s one of many qualities he admired in her.

After shoving his phone back into his pocket, he locks the company door behind him. It’s when he reaches that one alley on his way back home that he pauses, a place where he’d seen this stray kitten earlier in the day.

I wonder if it’s back… it must be hungry.

Inhaling deeply, Jeongguk turns to head into the convenience store right next to the alley in order to buy a small can of cat food. He doesn’t exactly see the kitten anywhere but he still places it in the area where he first found the little thing, glancing around to see if it planned to emerge at all. He can’t say he isn’t disappointed when it doesn’t, but he also doesn’t have time to sit around and wait, and so he turns his back to the cat food, beginning to make his way home again.

It’s barely five minutes later when Jeongguk comes across the twins out on the streets, just as he approaches the building to Eden Studio uphill. The two boys are carrying something, and one of them chants a series of ‘heave-ho, heave-ho’ as they do so. His brows furrow, watching them from a distance.

What are they doing at this hour?

He almost decides to leave them to it until he looks back, a spark of sudden curiosity surging within him once he realises it’s some sort of sack.

What is in that sack?

Ducking behind the car parked in front of him, Jeongguk sneaks his way around to the side to get a closer look from a different angle. He’s lucky there’s an elevated path right next to the street, blocked off by bushes and a long fence that leads who knows how far. He follows the two twins quietly for a short period, stopping when they do as they lay the sack onto the ground. One of the twins lifts a finger to his lips, and then a second later he turns to where Jeongguk is who is shocked into attempting to run away, hiding somewhere else.

Jeongguk stays squatted in his new position, poking his head out just a little bit to see if they’d lost his trail, but he finds out that one of the twins is still staring right where he is, causing him to retract his head with a quickening heartbeat. He should probably leave right now, poking his head out one more time to see where they were, but he comes to regret this very soon upon seeing one of them close in on him. He nearly yelps as he shuffles away, hand coming up to cover his mouth quickly.

“Hello kitty.” He hears, followed by a small mewl, “You’re so pretty. Come here.”

A second later, Jeongguk hears a can being thrown and a “What are you doing?!” in response.

“I went to the police station because of you.”

“You idiot! You shouldn’t have gotten caught then.”

“I only killed one. I’m upset.”

Jeongguk pokes his head out from his hiding spot when he realises the voices are further away, watching as one of the twins stands up to stomp on the sack repeatedly, saying “Die! Die! Die! You scumbag.” before slipping and falling on his ass. Jeongguk thinks he’s seen enough, tsking to himself as he finally decides to walk away.

He almost fails to realise his pressure on the cardboard he was settled on had given way to the empty soju bottle atop it to slip, but he catches it in time before it crashed horrendously and gave his presence away. He checks on the twins to see them oblivious, continuing on with their shenanigans, earning a sigh of relief from him.

“What are you watching?”

Jeongguk immediately turns, terrified, only to see you standing tall over him. You look even more daunting with him squatting down like this, but he’s glad it’s you and not somebody else—like unit 313.

“It’s the twins.” You mumble, leaning a little more to your left to get a better view. Jeongguk, although relieved to see you, still finds difficulty catching his breath, turning his head back and forth between you and where the twins are.

“I saw them on my way home.” He tells you, perspiring, and your eyes lead themselves back to the two men a good few distances away.

“Guys.” You call out to them, earning their attention. Deuksoo’s eyes widen upon seeing you, but Deukjong just giggles, continuing to stomp on the sack as you approach them casually. Jeongguk is just as shocked as Deuksoo is, watching you.

“Hello.” Deukjong greets with a bow. Your eyebrows furrow, suspicious.

“What are you doing here?” You query, and Deukjong smiles, looking at you and then down at the sack.

“Ah, the landlady asked us… to throw away the garbage.”

“In exchange for living here for free, we help her out with house chores.” Deuksoo answers, slipping on his facade of slow and dim witted, not maintaining eye contact. You eye the sack with a flat look.

“Ah, I thought you were getting rid of a body or something,” You state, a half smile slipping itself onto your face as you turn, “Right?”

And Jeongguk is standing straight now, looking over at you guys from his hiding spot. “What? Ah, well, I…” he mumbles, making his way down. You return your attention to the twins whose faces dawn with realisation. Or at least Deuksoo’s face does, clueless to Jeongguk’s presence until now.

“Why are you throwing the garbage here?”

The question unnerves Deuksoo instantly, understanding its connotation and your masked discontentment. They’d made a clear mistake.

“Th-the landlady asked us to throw it away where there were no cameras.” Deuksoo answers, and Jeongguk arrives to stand behind you, keeping his distance from the twins even at this moment in time, not trusting them one bit.

“By the way, what’s that black spot?” You investigate further, pointing. “It looks like blood.” Jeongguk leans a little over your side, following your lead. Deukjong giggles nervously.

“This is… food waste.” He answers, and Jeongguk stares at him, wary. “The dirty water leaked!”

You tsk, disappointed, “Do you not separate regular waste from food waste? That’s not right.” You look over your shoulder to Jeongguk, “Don’t you think?” You ask him, and he doesn’t expect the question.

“Ah, well… I…” He says, analysing the sack intently.

You allow him to drift off, turning to the twins. “I’ll tell the landlady that-”

“Let’s open it.” Jeongguk speaks up suddenly, earning your attention. “Why don’t we just open it? Why don’t we open the bag and see if there’s nothing sketchy inside?”

There’s a brief silence that overtakes everyone, and you continue to stare at Jeongguk with indecipherable emotions before a smile breaches your lips and you look at the twins expectantly.

“Unit 303 is right. Open it.” You command, and Deukjong just giggles quietly, causing you to raise your eyebrow. “Open the bag quickly.” You grumble, gesturing at the sack, “I’ll report to the police otherwise.”

Jeongguk is growing increasingly suspicious of the two as they make no move to open the bag, that is until one of them pulls out a box cutter, holding it out to him. “You can open it yourself if you’re so curious.”

And at that moment, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly intrigued, watching as Jeongguk bravely grabs the box cutter and approaches the bag. He squats down, bringing the blade up to the tape used to tie the top of the sack, cutting it open.

What he sees inside makes his blood run cold, and although he doesn’t scream, he scurries away immediately with a noise of horror, tripping over himself in his desperation to create distance between the sack and himself—a fight or flight response to the gore. His hands shake, looking down at the little splatter of blood that had caught to his fingers, breathing heavily. Deukjong laughs loudly at his reaction.

Accounting for Jeongguk’s huge scare, you move to check the contents of the open sack yourself, brows raised. Your reaction is not nearly as petrified as his is. In fact, you were just as composed as you were right before checking.

“Ahjussi, you can’t discard a dead cat here.” Jeongguk hears you complain with distaste, but he can barely pay attention to your words, feeling slightly disoriented from witnessing a body for the first time, even if only that of an animal.

“It died after eating too much rat poison.” Deukjong says, speech slow and stuttering. You sigh, giving him a once over before making your way back to where Jeongguk was now standing, shaken up.

“Are you okay?” You ask gently, but Jeongguk is still attempting to catch his breath, shaking his head as he begins to walk away.

“My legs are shaking.” He gasps out, tired, and you follow after him, briefcase in hand.

“Wait for me.” You call out, and you glance back at the twins one last time as they watch the both of you leave. Deukjong bows, smiley and strange, “Goodnight.”

On your way up to the studio together, the two of you create a steady rhythm, walking side by side. You keep a watchful eye on him, seeing as he still seems to be trying to comprehend everything that took place just now.

“That scared you, didn’t it?”

Jeongguk looks over at you, but he quickly turns his attention back onto the ground, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine.” He lies, but his face gives it all away.

How is he so calm? He then comes to think, noticing how your body stays lax and lean.

“My dad is a veterinarian.” You inform him, “I’m used to seeing dead animal corpses.”

What? Can he read my mind or something? Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, looking up at you.

“I guess your date with your girlfriend got cancelled.” You bring up, and Jeongguk is disappointed as he recalls the day’s events that have led up to this, nodding once, “Yes.”

“Then would you like to grab a beer with me?” You offer, speaking up once more when Jeongguk’s contemplative silence allows for it, “It gets lonely when you’re alone in your room after work. Don’t you feel that way?”

Jeongguk’s face contorts into one of thought, weighing his options out.

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The tube light buzzes and dinks as it’s switched on.

Jeongguk sits himself down in one of the chairs situated in the shared kitchen of the studio as you place two cans of beer onto the table, having taken your blazer off.

“Ah, hold on.” You tell him, heading over to the fridge to pull out a container of some sort of red meat. Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow when you place it down in front of him, analysing it after you undo the top and take it off. He takes a sip of his beer.

“Try this,” You tell him, “It’s delicious.”

He agrees, but takes another long gulp of the beer, settling it onto the table. You notice hesitance in his features, unapparent to certain individuals perhaps, but completely bare and visible to you.

“The landlady made this. Try it.” You encourage, pushing the container closer towards him. He nods, grabbing a pair of chopsticks from the cutlery holder before picking out a nice piece. The tube light buzzes, shuttering, before Jeongguk takes a bite, getting an idea of the taste. You take a long sip of your beer, eyes never leaving his face—to check on him for his reaction. Your chest already burns with pleasure, pupils dilated.

Jeongguk chews slowly, confused.

I don’t know if it’s because I just saw a dead cat, but it tastes weird.

Your head tilts. “I guess it’s not your cup of tea.” You conclude, noting the way he struggles slightly, unable to fully stomach the meat.

“Well… it’s not.” He affirms, about to bring his beer straight to his lips until you hum, grabbing his attention.

“I guess you’re not into this part.” You say, and the tube light buzzes once more, shuttering.

“What?”

“I have other parts. You want some?” You ask, pointing back at the fridge. Jeongguk would seriously rather not, and he doesn’t want to be rude, trying to come up with some sort of polite excuse.

“It’s late. Why don’t we just drink and go in?” He says, and you remain silent, staring at him. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you simply nod, grabbing a pair of chopsticks for yourself to try the meat.

“That’s weird. It’s some good meat.” You comment, taking a piece and putting it into your mouth. The tube light dims, turning on and off continuously, and as Jeongguk watches you chew on the meat, he swears your face contorts into one of absolute malevolence for a brief second under the darkness of the night sky falling in through the window. But then he blinks and your face returns back to normal. His body, however, turns tense, eyes falling to the table between the two of you, pupils ever shifting.

“Why are you so startled?” You ask, and he can’t seem to find it in him to say anything back. “You think this is human meat or something?”

And he looks up at you immediately after that, stomach churning as you smile at him.

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STRANGERS FROM HELL ; PART ONE

────────── BASED OFF OF THE KOREAN DRAMA OF THE SAME NAME.

summary : jeongguk has strange encounters with the tenants he lives with and is starting to get suspicious that someone may be breaking into his room.

pairing : jeon jeongguk x serial killer m!reader

warnings : unspecified age gap (reader is 38, jk is 24), the tenants are fucking weird with jk, hints of murder but nothing obscene yet, i will never stop mentioning reader being huge lol, bisexual jk but he doesn’t know he’s bi yet, paranoid jk, subtle…? hints/mentions of murder

╰ intro. part one. part two.

The sound of Jeongguk’s blaring alarm awakens him from the trenches of military life to his body slumped over the edge of the bed, tangled in an obscure position from shifting about throughout the night. His eyes squint, still in the clutches of sleep as he shuts his alarm off and yawns, grumbling.

Dreaming about the military again. Why do I keep dreaming about being in the military?

He doesn’t ponder on it too much, instead getting up with a stretch and scavenging for his toiletries before throwing a towel around his shoulders for an early morning shower.

Even the shared toilet reminds me of the army.

His head slumps back, now standing out in the empty hallway until his ears perk up at the muffled audio of a woman moaning coming from one of the tenant’s rooms. He shakes his head, far too tired to care.

That guy’s beyond help. Does he really want to do that so early in the morning?

He starts to make his way down to the toilets until he pauses for a second, turning to eye that same tenant’s room which is the opposite way to his destination.

He didn’t touch my laptop, did he? Jeongguk wonders, but he lets it go, continuing his trip to the toilet with slumped shoulders. Ah, I don’t like this feeling.

Upon arriving, Jeongguk is lucky to find that the communal bathroom is completely empty save for him, slinging the towel over the glass barriers used to separate the individual showers.

The water is warm but not heavenly, as expected from a flat with such shady living conditions. He’s used to it—or as used to it as he can get, shoving his irritability down with reminders of his goals. He would only need to be staying for a few months.

It’s only a few months. It’s a repetitive mantra in his head.

He’s midway through washing his hair and face when a distinctly familiar voice invades the room.

“Hello,” You greet, deep voice husky and irregular from having just awoken recently. Jeongguk gulps when he turns to find you shirtless, only accompanied by a towel wrapped around your hips. His eyes scan your broad frame, just like he’d done yesterday when you were making your way back to your rooms together after those shared drinks, you in front of him like a shield of human meat.

How could a man be so pretty?

“Hello,” He greets meekly, bowing as you pass him into the shower stall next to his.

Ah, did you have to come shower at this time? And so close?

It’s not that he doesn’t like you because again, he barely knows you, but there was something about you that just sort of made his nerves burn with a light sizzle. How else could he explain it?

“Did you sleep well?” You ask casually, bringing him out of his line of thought. “You seemed to have a nightmare. I heard something.” You inform, uncapping the lid of your toothpaste. Jeongguk’s eyes wonder along the fine lines of your back, noticing a few scars etched into your skin.

“Oh, did you? I’m sorry.” He says, drawing his eyes away. Your brows lift, seemingly surprised by his apology for something that wasn’t in his control.

“It’s fine. You can even hear people breathing in other rooms.” You comfort, and he hums, deciding to multitask his morning routine and conversation with you.

“True. There are walls, but we pretty much live together.” He sighs, “By the way, have you seen the man next to my room?”

There’s a brief period of silence that overtakes after that question. You halt your movements to look over at him, “You mean Unit 302?” you ask, and he replies with an affirmative. “What about him?”

Jeongguk applies some soap to his face as he replies, “I haven’t seen him since last night.” causing him to then furrow his brows. “That reminds me, actually. I haven’t seen that thug either. Isn’t that strange?” He asks, grabbing his towel to wipe down the remaining droplets of water on his skin.

“Well, even though we live together, we don’t know each other. It seems it’s a manner to ignore them.” You give your two cents, and he seems to agree with you without putting up much of a fight.

“No one wanted to live here of their own free will.”

“How about some beer after work tonight?” You ask, changing the subject. There’s a smile to your voice now, more lighthearted than when the two of you were talking about the other tenants.

“I can’t. I’m actually supposed to be meeting my girlfriend tonight.” He explains, a little apologetic. Your face makes room for intrigue which soon settles upon your features at this new information.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Yes,” He replies, a smile on his face.

“Right. Since you’re so handsome.” You claim casually, shamelessly. Jeongguk doesn’t really know how to respond to that, although a quiet laugh leaves his lips, trying to keep any strange tension from wafting at bay.

“Uh, I’ll get going first.” He says, shuffling away, “Let’s have a beer some other time.”

“Sure. No rush.” You reply, watching him as he leaves.

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After sporting a change of clothes from his shower, Jeongguk is doing up the last of the buttons on his shirt on his way out, pausing when he sees those strange twins—the tenants renting out units 306 and 307.

They’re using the urinals and Jeongguk has no qualms with that, meaning to simply pass by until one of them turns at the sound of footsteps. He giggles loudly, adjusting his trousers as he bows.

“Oh, hello!”

And this alerts the other twin, who looks over his shoulder with that carbon copy smile that these two seem to share. This one doesn’t speak nor bow, instead opting to stare at Jeongguk as he returns the polite gesture with a greeting of his own. It’s obvious Jeongguk wishes to leave quickly, and he nearly does until twin 1 leans over to whisper something into his brother’s ear, and then the both of them turn to look at him again, laughing and smiling.

What the fuck is wrong with them?

Let’s not deal with this. He tells himself, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. He’s got a busy day ahead of him, and with this in mind, he leaves the twins to their business, stepping out of the communal toilets.

“Are you getting ready for work?” Another voice immediately greets him. Jeongguk’s eyes close for a brief second, letting out a small exhale as the landlady makes her way out of the kitchen with a grin. He bows slightly in greeting.

“You’re very diligent for a young man.” She compliments before reaching out to touch his head, causing him to pull away with furrowed brows at the intrusive gesture. “You didn’t dry yourself very well.” She tuts, and then laughs slightly, “You’re like a baby.”

Jeongguk doesn’t respond, eyeing the woman as she makes her way back into the kitchen. “Come in and have some breakfast. I’ll make you a fried egg.” She says, but Jeongguk’s feet take him further and further away from her, back to where his room is.

“Ah, I don’t eat breakfast.” He calls, earning a disbelieving mumble, but then he remembers and he backtracks.

“Ma’am, ma’am,” He turns, making his way to the kitchen as if she may disappear at any second. The landlady sports a curious look, tilting her head as she approaches him again.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“The doors here… they don’t open without keys, right?” Jeongguk asks carefully, uncertain.

“Oh, of course they don’t,” She assures easily, “Why, did something go missing?” She asks, and Jeongguk’s eyes wonder, nodding to himself at her words. He isn’t sure if he believes that though.

“No, it’s nothing.” He comments quietly, turning to leave before he remembers something else. “Also-” He begins, and then cuts himself off as he notices one of the twins shuffle past behind him, “Uh, can you tell unit 313 to keep his door closed?”

“Unit 313? Ah, I can’t really tell him.” She says, sounding as if she were caught in a bind. “I guess he finds the small room stifling.” and Jeongguk understands that but he really, really hates it.

“He stinks so much.” He complains, trying to get her to see his point. He’s honestly surprised she can’t smell it from her little reception upfront.

“Oh he stinks?” She asks in a whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear.

Is she serious?

“He also watches too much porn, ma’am.”

Jeongguk could go on forever about the guy. He’s gross and indecent, watches too much porn, has thousands of cutouts of half naked women up on his walls, barely seems to change out of that one tank top and pants, always stares at him weirdly, doesn’t even speak, and he hates it. He hates every fucking bit of it.

“What’s porn?” The landlady asks, and Jeongguk’s eyes could bulge out of their sockets as he blinks.

“What?” He asks, unsure if she was being serious.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk to him.” She says instead, patting his arm. Jeongguk is still slightly addled by her previous question but nods, bowing his gratitude with a small ‘thanks’ before turning to leave. The landlady slaps his ass as he does so, and he turns, bewildered.

“You’re cute. Have a good day at work.” She smiles, a strange sort of giggle leaving her lips as she heads back into the kitchen. Jeongguk stares after her, the corners of his lips sinking. He kisses his teeth, but otherwise keeps quiet, finally making his trip to his room where he can get ready for another day at work.

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To do it… or not to do it?

Maybe he’s overthinking this. He could’ve just left his laptop on and forgot about it, right? It can happen, and his memory isn’t exactly the most reliable thing… but something tells him there’s more to this than meets the eye.

Approaching the mini shelf that’s been drilled into the wall, Jeongguk carefully collects a small ball of dust from the top, about the size of his upper thumb, before opening his laptop and placing it near the power button. He then closes the laptop with a satisfied nod and opens it up again.

This will prove if someone was in my room.

He proceeds to pull his phone out, going onto his camera app and then taking a picture of the laptop with the dust ball for reference later. This should’ve probably been enough to satiate his paranoia, but he decides taking a further back shot of the laptop with his desk in view wouldn’t hurt either.

You know, just in case they touch anything else. That’s his rationalisation for his peculiarity.

After taking those reference photos, Jeongguk shrugs on his backpack in order to leave, but something just continues to ebb away at his mind, even as he opens the door. He turns to take another look at his room as he steps out, eyeing his belongings and their placement and his hand itches with anxiety.

A few more should be okay.

And with his phone still in his hand, Jeongguk takes pictures of the entirety of his room. He takes one, two, many pictures, all of which are angled differently, with certain ones focusing on different parts of the room. That’s when he finally feels fully satisfied, closing the door locked securely behind him.

It’s only about three steps from his door, though, when he pauses.

There he was again; unit 313. Standing there just midway past the framing of his own room door with a hand hidden behind his back, staring at Jeongguk.

Seriously, what is wrong with this guy?

Jeongguk isn’t sure of what to do. He doesn’t know what this stranger is capable of, he doesn’t know what his intentions are, nor does he know what’s hidden behind this guy’s back, but he kind of needs to pass. He has work to go to and there’s no other way that leads to the exit of this building except straight past unit 313.

Aish, I wish he were here. And he’s thinking about you. He doesn’t exactly trust you like he would a friend, but he has enough experience of being in your presence to realise you’re intimidating. He thinks—no, he knows you could easily overpower this guy. You’re huge, probably the tallest tenant in this building and your build is no fucking joke. He can recognise hard work when he sees it, but he has to face the reality of the situation. You’re not here.

And with this in mind, Jeongguk begins a slow trek towards the tenant of unit 313, fingers clenched at his sides in a nervous habit as he keeps his head down, glancing consistently at the other male through the bangs cascading down his face.

Let’s just ignore him.

Jeongguk walks closer and closer and it’s upon reaching an arm’s length from the man that the landlady’s voice cuts in with an authoritative tone, making an appearance.

“Unit 313.”

Jeongguk doesn’t think he’s ever been more grateful to see her. She smiles at him, but unit 313 doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t turn to look at her, instead continuing to stare at Jeongguk with an expression he doesn’t like.

“Oh, have a good day at work.” The landlady says, as if prompting Jeongguk to go ahead and make his departure. He startles a little but bows quickly, thanking her as he heads past the both of them and out of the floor towards the stairs. He hears the landlady tell unit 313, “If you’re done getting the air out, close the door.” before he’s out of earshot completely.

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On the terrace of Eden Studio, there stands two men.

“Did you take care of it?” You ask, eyes on Jeongguk’s lone figure as he makes his way further and further away from the studio. The tenant of unit 307 stands with you, seemingly apprehensive in your presence. His facade of mental incapacity has been relinquished into his average personality—one very different from his brother.

“Yes, it’s what I do.” He says, but his voice is weak. He can barely keep eye contact with you—and no, it’s not because he’s lying. He did do the job, but you… you’re just absolutely monstrous to be around, even to a murderer like him. He’s just a pawn to you, and Deuksoo doesn’t ever wish to cross your path. You could crush him like an ant if you wished to. He knows that.

“Take care of unit 310 today too.” You state, and once Jeongguk is out of your sight from atop the terrace, you make your way back inside just as Deuksoo replies with an affirmative to your demand.

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STRANGERS FROM HELL ; INTRO

────────── BASED OFF OF THE KOREAN DRAMA OF THE SAME NAME.

synopsis : jeon jeongguk moves into a cheap dormitory after landing a job in seoul, and though he’s not thrilled about it, he decides he’ll tolerate it until he can save enough money to move out. that is until he meets you and mysterious occurrences start taking place in the studio.

pairing : jeon jeongguk x serial killer m!reader

warnings : eerie af reader, jk is tired of everyone in his life, homoerotic undertones..?, discussions of murder bc jk is a writer and a crime fiction enthusiast, so is reader (but in other ways lmfao), there’s not much else to add tbfh

╰ intro. part one. part two.

“Ah, you’re the one who moved into unit 303.”

It’s not a question, but more of a confirmation, and Jeongguk turns his head to your slowly approaching figure with raised brows.

Another one of the residents? Jeongguk wondered. Handsome.

“Uh,” His eyes dart towards the scenic lighting of the cityscape and then back to the little details that make up your face, the balcony lights casting an almost ominous shadow over your cheek. You smile at him, a slight tilt to your head at his pause.

“The landlady told me about you.” You clarify and it seems to ease Jeongguk visibly as his shoulders slack from their tensed state.

“Ah, sorry. Yes.” Jeongguk informs lightly, seemingly unnerved, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t sure if you were like the others. He hated the other tenants — or perhaps hate is a strong word, but sometimes, Jeongguk just… couldn’t help it. But he couldn’t snap at them. Hyunwoo told him not to waste his breath.

“Isn’t it nice here?” You ask, diverging into steady conversation. “The rooms are suffocating, just like a coffin.” You express, your own eyes absorbing the beautiful scenery of city lights under a cool night sky. “If you have a beer up here, you’d feel much better.”

“I guess you would.” Jeongguk replies, though his tone still verges on the path of distant, almost uninterested. You look over to him, a light smile on your face that disconcerts Jeongguk when he peers over to look at you upon your brief silence.

“Uhm, why do you keep smiling at me like that?” He decides to ask. Your towering figure looms over him, even from a set distance away. Your smile remains.

“Ah, sorry if that was offensive.”

“No, I just…” Jeongguk’s brows furrow, his eyes lowered.

“Like it?” You supply, and Jeongguk is startled at the idea.

Like it?

“What?”

You turn to face him more fully, and still, Jeongguk is unsure of why your lips stay etched with that eerie smile. He’s clearly intimidated, a little fidgety but he attempts to hide it as he looks up at you, trying to maintain firm eye contact. You remain unbothered by his body language.

“Do you want a beer? I just bought it. It’s still cold.” You change the subject, grabbing a can out of your plastic bag and offering it to him. You’d like to be friends. Jeongguk hesitates, however, but he’s had a long day. He grabs it out of your hands with a slight bow of gratitude and the both of you turn to face the balcony view once more. You dish out your own can.

“Did you hurt your hand?” Jeongguk asks casually, actively avoiding eye contact now as you glance down at the bandaid plastered on the back of your palm. You smile, almost as if the memory is reminiscent of a gullible time—a naive mistake of the past.

“Yes, at work.” You lie easily, too smoothly, and Jeongguk doesn’t notice. How can he? He doesn’t know you.

“Your work must be rough if you hurt your hand.” He comments, earning your attention. You ponder on him for a moment, particularly intrigued by his observation. Your eyes drag along Jeongguk’s smaller frame as they settle on his hands.

“You have very sensitive fingers.” You say, returning the focus back on him, “Are you a writer?”

Jeongguk is a little startled, eyeing his own fingers and then looking up at you. Maybe he should feel uncomfortable in your presence—the way you keep smiling at him, your strange attempt at a… joke… earlier? Your keen and seemingly accurate observations, but there’s something itching away at him. Is he that easy for you to read?

“How do you know?” He asks instead and you let out a light chuckle, like you caught him out. Your fingers gently nudge themselves in his direction, “Every person has their mood or feel.” and Jeongguk nods at the statement. Perhaps that does make sense. Does he give off that writer feel?

“I do something similar.” You say, earning Jeongguk’s attention as he takes a sip of his can, both hands wrapped around the drink.

“I dismantle, assemble, and recreate.”

Jeongguk blinks, slightly confused. He nods though, not wanting to seem rude as he takes another sip of his drink and looks away.

“What genre do you like?” You ask, moving the conversation forward as you also take a sip of your drink. You never once break eye contact, a curious glint in your pupils. Jeongguk doesn’t know why he’s still here, but he bites the bullet and indulges you.

“I like crime fiction a lot.” He admits, warranting the corners of your lips to quirk up, concealed behind the rim of your can. You hum, surprised.

“How fascinating,” You reply, smiling at him, “I like crime too.”

“Ah, do you?” Jeongguk’s own response comes automatically, seemingly starting to become accustomed to your interests aligning with his in the few minutes that you’ve known each other. Are you trying to butter him up? Why are you being so friendly?

“I like Raymond Chandler.” You inform, head tilted as Jeongguk almost sputters a little bit. The cool wind blows along your tresses as the younger boy turns to you. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to be able to name any of the genre’s authors, let alone his favourite one. He was beginning to assume you were only saying the things you were to get along with him, make the conversation easy and flowing, but this ignites a small spark.

“Do you… really?” He asks, unable to comprehend it. He rarely ever meets crime fiction enthusiasts, always so used to being bashed for his hobby of writing that he never gets far enough into conversations to express his love of authors that inspire him. “I like him too.” He says after you affirm your statement, and this time there’s a noticeable difference in his tone of voice. He’s more passionate, truly happy. “Ah, to be honest… I never thought I’d meet someone who likes him here. Not many people know Raymond Chandler.”

Jeongguk’s bunny-like features make a prominent appearance, his body finally angled to face you more head on, interested in continuing the conversation. “Did you read The High Window?” He asks, doe eyes wide.

“Yes, of course I did.” You reply, and he’s even more ecstatic—he could hug you. You chuckle as he speaks up once more, taking a sip of your drink.

“Wow… that’s so weird.” He says in awe. It’s the most he’s spoken all night.

“If you don’t mind,” You begin, and this time Jeongguk is listening intently, nodding, “Could you tell me what you’re writing now?”

“My story?” He asks, pointing at himself. He’s never actively been asked to share his work like this, instead having to ask others persistently to give them a go, but you’re firm in your position to hear the story if he’ll let you. “Ah, but it’s not finished yet.” He waves his hand, a lazy way to put himself down.

“Just tell me the plot.” You encourage, and he’s dumbstruck in his elevated state.

“For my story?” He reiterates, and you nod, chuckling at his innocence. “Ah, uhm, I’m still working on it but…” He pauses, trying to compose himself. “It’s… it’s about a pianist with a seemingly very promising future, but it turns out he’s a serial killer on a rampage.” Jeongguk explains, fingers lifting to add emphasis on his each word. You reply with an affirming noise of interest. “Weird, right?” He asks, eager to hear your opinions.

“But there really are such people around us,” You tell him, causing him to nod, pupils shifting again to look over the city before you two, “They look normal on the outside, but inside, they want to kill.”

“Right,” Jeongguk supplies, breathless, inhaling sharply. His mind diverges into the various events of the past few weeks. His jaw clenches and you notice these reactions, the little details that contort his face into one of irritability. You nod along with him, backing off with a satisfaction rumbling deep within you.

“How does he kill?” You ask, and Jeongguk snaps back into reality, turning to you, “What?”

“Your character, the pianist.”

“Ah, he has his own method, his signature. On the night before a recital, with his bare hands, without using any tools, he strangles someone to death,” Jeongguk explains, “Then he observes until they die. Continuously.”

Your eyes avert down to your half empty beer can, analysing it with a subtle mirth. Jeongguk continues, completely immersed in his own creative ramblings.

“The psychology behind what he does is, with his two hands which are very pale and slender, he wants to feel the heat slowly leave the body. With his own hands.” He says, voice verging on the edge of something akin to hysteria. You drink up every second of it, nostrils flaring.

“That’s great,” You input, almost touched by the plot, and Jeongguk laughs suddenly, fingers lifting up to cover his mouth. You tilt your head at the outburst.

“Well-”

“It sounds great.” You reaffirm, and he attempts to rein in his emotions, unable to stop the flow of laughter from escaping past his throat.

“I think I talked too much.” He admits, although he doesn’t really seem to regret it, wiping some of the drool that slipped past his lips in his rant. You don’t mind either.

“But…” You start, and it immediately quietens Jeongguk’s giggles, “I don’t think it’s fading. What if it’s burning up?”

“What?”

“So, when his hands strangle the victim,” You replicate with your bare hands, “instead of the cold keys of a piano, maybe he feels the heat of a thousand degrees. Don’t you think that’s what he wants to feel?” You ask slowly, analysing his reaction. Jeongguk is silent, possibly contemplating until you butt in once more, “Ah, excuse me. You’re the author.” You laugh, getting carried away.

“No, no, not at all. I’m not an author yet.” He shakes his head. He’s getting jittery now, repeating statements and fidgeting. He lifts the can of beer to his lips, but then pauses and moves it away.

“You’ll do very well.” You state confidently, and although he doesn’t make any clear gestures, you can tell he likes the way you inspirit him. You lift up your can to him with a smile, “Cheers.”

He accepts, clinking cans with you before the both of you take a sip. His mind starts to wonder once a fitting silence settles in.

What a relief. He thinks. You seem to be the most normal one around here.

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