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jujitto · 10 days

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ᓭི༏ᓯྀㅤ ㅤㅤ𓂂⠀𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 ! — park sunghoon « 𝟣.𝟨𝗄 »

★ ! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 · there wasn't a reason why he should be here. be here in front of you but here he was…..trying to take you to the place you didn't want to be anymore. why was he here? you weren't a damsel in distress……not anymore.

★ ! 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · park sunghoon x reader

★ ! 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 · angst

★ ! 𝗋𝗊 𝖻𝗒 · @hoondiors

This wasn’t a fairytale. Life as we know it wasn’t a fairytale. That was the sad part about it. Everyone could pretend that it was a fairytale but yet you couldn’t. Not when your life was like this. In the eyes of your neighbors, your family was perfect. Too perfect if ask you but you didn’t believe it especially not when you lived with the people you called your family. The word was a joke. Your family wasn't like everyone else's.

In everyone's eyes, your father was the perfect businessman who had it all. The job, the money, the house, the wife and two children. To you, he was a cold, cruel, unfeeling bastard who thought only about himself and his image. You father was an accountant and a successful one at that. He had a good job working for a big law firm. He was in charge of keeping the books and the numbers up to date.

Your father worked a lot. He had been promoted to head of the accounting department about a year ago and it took him away from home more and more. Not that you noticed. Your mother was the perfect obedient housewife who cooked, cleaned and raised the kids. She was beautiful and charming.

You didn't see much of her because she spent most of her time keeping the house up. Again that was a lie. It wasn't the house that she kept up, it was her image.

Your parents were the perfect couple. Your mother had married your father, who was four years older, shortly after graduation.

Their story was one of those old cliche's. Boy meets girl, boy asks girl to prom, girl says yes, they get married after graduation. Your parents had met in high school and had been together ever since.

It was a typical love story. You met, fell in love, got married and had a kid. You parents were so wrapped up in the illusion of their love story and their perfect life that they were oblivious to the fact that there was something missing. Something so vital. You.

You weren't part of their perfect love story. You weren't wanted, you weren't needed and you sure as hell weren't loved.

Your parents weren't bad people, per say. But horrible parents when it came down to it. You were the second child meaning you didn’t get much love from your parents as much as your sister did.

But that's the crazy thing……..your sister was loved even when did the most absurd things.

Your sister had been the light of your parent's life. They had given her the best of everything. Everything came easily to her. She was always the center of attention. Everyone loved her especially when she got pregnant at 17. Your parents weren’t angry, especially when she would be giving them their first grandchild.

They had been overjoyed. Your sister was getting married and having a baby. Your parents were on cloud nine. Hence why didn’t care when you graduated or when you got into the college you’d been hoping for? The day you left that town of yours was that you actually fell alive and that your life was actually starting. But you left behind something that made your life there worth living.

And that was him. Him who is standing in front of your dorm room knocking. “Sunghoon?” You whispered his name like it was a sin.

He looked like the same and yet completely different. His black hair still was black and he was a little taller than before. He smiled and his eyes formed crescents. He was still the same boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

When you had told him that you had been accepted to the college of your dreams, you had never seen him happier. He had hugged you so tightly that it hurt. That was the last time you had seen him. You had moved to the dorms two years ago. But everything was confusing now. How did he know where you lived because you don't live in the dorms anymore?

“How? How do you find out where I live?” The questions were buzzing through your head like bees. You had so many questions but the most important question was: Why are you here?

"Sunghoon, what are you doing here?" You asked. He didn't answer and he just continued to look at you. You were starting to feel uncomfortable and awkward. You had a feeling you knew why he was here. But you weren’t ready to deal with this. “I’m not going home.” You tell him.

He just looks at you, not saying a word. You didn’t know how to feel. On the one hand, you were happy to see him but on the other, you were terrified of what he might say. “You can tell her that. I'm not coming back home, Sunghoon.” You say walking past him to your apartment door. "Y/N." Sunghoon said, placing his hand on the door to stop you from opening it. "Please."

You sigh and turn around to face him. "What do you want from me, Sunghoon? I left home for a reason and I'm not going back. Not now, not ever." You say trying to open the door.

Sunghoon doesn't say anything, just stares at you. “Your mom wants you home. She sent me because she didn't have time to come here herself." He tells you.

You look up at him in disbelief. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. "My mom? You're here because my mother sent you? That's rich. She never had time for me before so why now?" You say.

Sunghoon doesn't answer. He doesn't say anything. You're not surprised.

Your parents had never had time for you. They had been too busy being wrapped up in your sister's life to notice you. But this was different. This was different because they had sent him to bring you back home. You couldn’t understand why they wanted you to go back home.

They had never cared before, why now? “I don’t know what’s the problem between you and your family but I know that your mom sent me for a reason. Probably because me and you were close friends and she knew that you wanted to see me. I don’t know. But I know how you are and I won’t force you to go back if you don’t feel comfortable being around them. The last thing I wanna do is force you to go back there.” He says.

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. It had been so long since you had seen Sunghoon. The two of you had been best friends growing up and had done everything together. You had lost touch when you moved away but it was nice to know that he still cared about you. "How do you know where I live?" You ask, trying to change the subject. "Your mom told me.” He answers.

That made sense. Of course, she had given him your address. Your mother knew that Sunghoon would be the only person you would listen to.

You had loved him. He was the only person who had ever treated you with kindness. But now it was different.

You didn't know him anymore. Not really. It had been two years since you'd seen him and you weren't sure what had changed in that time.

But he was still the same, in some ways. Still kind, still caring. But something was different about him.

You couldn't quite put your finger on it but there was something different. “I can’t go back. I don't want to. I can't stand the idea of going back there." You say.

"I understand. I really do but there's nothing I can do. Your mom sent me to bring you back home." He says as you roll your eyes looking away. You didn't want to go back. You had left for a reason.

"Tell her I'm not coming back. I ain't no damsel in distress, Sunghoon. I'm fine here. I've got my own place, a job, and friends. I'm not going back to the place where I felt unhappy. So tell her I'm not going to be her replacement daughter now that my sister has left and decided to leave her life and get away from her and my dad. So sorry for you having to come all the way out here for nothing."

You had grown up feeling unwanted, unloved and ignored. You had watched as your parents had focused on your sister. You had watched as they had ignored your needs. You had been lonely.

But that was all in the past. Now you had a new life. A life that was yours and only yours. "I'm not going back to the family. That family who had everyone believing we were perfect but we weren't. They weren't perfect, I wasn't perfect, and neither was my sister. She left and moved away so that means she wasn't the perfect daughter either. I'm not going to be their perfect daughter replacement, Sunghoon. So tell her I said no and have a nice life." You tell him before walking back into your apartment.

He didn't say anything, just watched as you shut the door. You felt bad, but not that bad. You didn't need him to come and take you back to that hellhole. You weren't a damsel in distress……not anymore that is.

You had escaped. You were no longer their perfect daughter. You didn't have to pretend to be that perfect daughter anymore. You were free.

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jujitto · 21 days

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I’m not the best at these kind of things, but I wanted to come on here and ask you guys could you keep my sister in your prayers. I know that I usually don’t like to talk about my personal life and stuff but I just want to ask you guys one thing. Earlier today she was in a car crash and tomorrow she’s going to have surgery for her hip fracture that she suffered today. All thoughts and prayers are appreciated. That’s just all I want. ❤️

#i don't know what to say…….

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jujitto · 22 days

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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jujitto · 22 days

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#Atiny are golden 😭#pls because this shit is funny!

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jujitto · 24 days

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🕯️ 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀. ͏★ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗒

𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 ׂ ۪ 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝖼𝗐 ۪ ׂ ۪𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌

more of an observer than anything so of course he's going to notice when you're not taking care of yourself. Not the type to scold you, but instead give you what you need like a cup of water, some food, a blanket when you’re cold or just whatever you need in that time. of course sometimes you don’t notice but when you do, it makes you smile because he’s paying such close attention to you to notice what you need especially when you didn’t notice yourself.

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

there’s just something about the way he becomes bashful whenever you do anything small, like kisses, hugs, or anything physically affectionate towards him. now he wouldn't act the way he acts when wooyoung gives him cheek kisses or tries to kiss his cheek because let’s be honest he loves your kisses but usually doesn’t know how to react to them other than bashful or shy. over time he will get used to it but let’s just say that right now he’ll stick to being bashful.

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌

sometimes there’s nothing better than to just sit down and have a talk with someone you love. you two have talks when you’re going to bed, days off, or just when you guys just want to talk to each other. not all relationships have to be always romantic. sometimes you like hearing his voice and vice versa. it doesn’t matter what you two talk about because just you talking to each other is enough to make you smile.

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jujitto · 25 days

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⠀ㅤᓭི༏ᓯྀㅤ ㅤㅤ𓂂⠀𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 ! — 𝗓𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗈 « 𝟣.𝟤𝗄 »

★ ! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 · everything between you two was wrong. as much as you two try to pretend that everything was OK it wasn’t. you could dance all night long, but it wouldn’t help you to fix the problem you had.

★ ! 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · zhang hao x reader

★ ! 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 · angst, some fluff

I don't want a friend…….just someone to give me that feeling. That feeling of being wanted. I want my life in two.

The dark filled the room……..waiting to get there. Waiting for you. A hand gripped yours. Fingers caressed your hand and your arm, you felt his warmth on your bare skin. His fingers sliding up your arm and then you felt his fingertips on your collarbone, the warmth of his palm on your cheek.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark, middle of the night. You've been on my mind, you've been on my mind.

He pulled you into him. Your bodies pressed against each other, the feeling of his hard chest. He put his lips on yours and you melted. Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms.

"I have no regrets."

"Not even me?"

"You're my greatest regret, and my greatest love."

His hand ran down your back, pulling you tighter. His other hand held the side of your neck, his thumb running across your jaw.

"This will be the last time I ask. Will you stay?"

"I'm scared."

"You can leave at any time. I will not stop you."

"Why not?"

You done made up your mind……..I don't need no more signs. Can you? Can you?! Can you see? See the way we shine?

Give me reason to believe that it's not over.

You took me by the hand and led me through the dark room. Your body swaying with mine, our eyes locked on each other. You pulled me close, our faces so close I could feel your breath.

As the music filled the room with its haunting melody, you found yourselves drawn to each other, moving in sync as if guided by an invisible force. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you swayed gently to the rhythm.

With every step, every turn, you felt a deeper connection forming between you, transcending words and doubts. His touch was reassuring, grounding you in the moment as you lost yourselves in the dance.

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated your intertwined figures, casting flickering shadows against the walls. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the present shared between two souls entwined in a dance of longing and desire.

As the music reached its crescendo, he pulled you closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Give me reasons we should be complete. You should be with her, I can't compete. You looked into his eyes, "It was a mistake to come back."

He leaned closer, his breath was hot against your face, "If you don't want to be here, I can take you back." You shook your head. “Zhang Hao.” You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well. Can't you see?

I've been a fool, but still I have to wonder.

His lips brushed against mine. The kiss was sweet, soft, and passionate. The world disappeared. His lips on yours. Your hands held onto the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. I don't wanna slow dance. In the dark, dark. Give me one more chance.

To show you that it won't be the same. When you gotta run……just hear my voice in you.

You could feel his body heat through his shirt. He pulled back slightly and you both paused. "I know I've hurt you." You looked into his eyes. Shutting me out, you. "You have a habit of hurting people."

"I can't change the past." He whispered. Doing so great, you. You looked at the wall and saw the time on the clock, 2:30am. I don't wanna slow dance, I'll make this last. Used to be the one to hold you when you fall…..yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You closed your eyes. "Hao, I've tried to hate you but I can't." Zhang Hao's eyes were filled with pain. He looked down at his hands. "I've loved you for years. I was happy with you, even when I wasn't."

He looked at you. I don't fuck with your tone. I don't wanna go home. He could tell that you were hurt by his words. His eyes filled with sadness and regret.

He pulled you close. Your lips inches apart. You felt his warm breath against your skin. You closed your eyes and kissed him. It was a long kiss, one that felt like an eternity had passed before he pulled away. Can it be one night? Can you? Can you?

"You are everything to me."

"Don't say things like that."

"Why not? I don't know what else to say."

I can't live without you. He put his hand on the side of your face and looked at you with a soft gaze. Give me reasons we should be complete. You should be with her, I can't compete. "We will never be complete without each other."

"Don't you have anyone else?"

"I love you, you idiot."

"Don't lie to me."

"You're the one who keeps running."

"You keep chasing."

"I'm not chasing anymore. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

"You will."

"I won't."

"Yes you will."

You looked into his eyes and saw the pain and regret there. You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well. Can't you see?

You could see the anguish and the torment in his eyes, and it tore at your heart. You had never seen him like this before. It was as if he was seeing a part of himself that he had kept hidden away from the world, and now he was showing it to you.

Can't you see?

"I can't be what you need. You need someone else."

"You're the only person who can make me whole."

"You'll always need more than just me."

"I will never need more than you."

You were silent. "What about her?"

"I told you, it's not the same."

You were quiet, and then you started laughing. Zhang Hao looked at you, confused. You shook your head, and continued to laugh. You could feel the tears falling down your face, and you tried to stop yourself, but the laughter wouldn't stop.

Zhang Hao reached out and wiped away the tears. "You are so damn confusing."

You looked up at him, and he leaned in and kissed you. "I love you." He whispered, as he pulled away. You shake your head pulling away. He's not gonna be the one to make you stay. And I can't pretend that we're okay. Give me one more chance. To show you it won't be the same. When you gotta run.

"I can't stay."

"Then go."

You could feel the tears running down your cheeks. He was holding onto you so tightly, but you knew that he wouldn't let go. You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You opened your eyes, and looked up at him.

"I'll always love you." You say. You turned and walked away. You couldn't look back, because if you did, you would break down.

You're gonna be the one that saves me. You're gonna be the one that saves me. You're gonna be the one that saves. Zhang Hao watched as you left, his heart breaking. He knew that he had lost you forever. I don't wanna slow dance…..In the dark, dark. In the dark, dark.

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jujitto · 27 days

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✮⋆˙ ateez as demon slayer characters — a silly thread ⋆˚✮

✮ yeosang as nezuko ✮

— sleepy baby, just gets carried around all day — will pat ur head if you did well — easily overwhelmed but touch his friends once and he will rip you to shreds — like literally into a million pieces — soft, caring, pretty and so loved

✮ wooyoung as doma ✮

— babygirl before he is demon — should I run or kiss him? idc we fucking ball — sassy psychopath king — would eat you (like literally)

✮ yunho as inosuke ✮

— funniest fucking dude on earth without even trying — he is so silly — you could confess ur love to him he would find a meme for it — prettiest creature ever — runs around shirtless all day even though the members tell him to stop

✮ hongjoong as rengoku ✮

— softest leader ever — father figure please give me a damn hug — he would die for you, he would die for his friends (well he did) — gentle art teacher vibes — never disappoint him (please)

✮ mingi as uzui ✮

— just vibing with his 3 girlfriends all day — babygirl!!!!! — bisexual king — probably waits for a tall pretty man to make his poly relationship complete — looks intimidating — would totally fix on and fix off if you ask him to

✮ san as zenitsu ✮

— wants to be strong and fearless sooo bad — starts crying in 0.3 seconds — would totally sleep with plushies at night — himbo energy — silly little dude you need to love him

✮ seonghwa as mitsuri ✮

— girl boss vibe — but so gentle and caring — mom of the group — giving leader vibes but also weird and funny — don't hurt her kids or else!

✮ jongho as tanjiro ✮

— grew up too fast — serious and responsible but actually just a kid — gentle heart, he is so kind and polite — funny without even knowing how to — "oh you /flirted/ with me?" "for the past 2 years thanks for noticing"

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jujitto · 27 days

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⠀ㅤᓭི༏ᓯྀㅤ ㅤㅤ𓂂⠀ Bonnie & Clyde ! — jung wooyoung « 𝟤.𝟤𝗄 »

★ ! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 · we don't need money to feel good cause you're the ridе or die, the rest of my lifе. don’t need a party to feel high. We're like the modern version of bonnie and clyde.

★ ! 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · criminal!wooyoung x criminal!reader

★ ! 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 · angst, fluff, bonnie & clyde au!

★ ! 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · robbery, murder, suggestive hints toward intimate themes.

In the flickering neon red light, you could barely see him. But you could make out the smell of his cologne. A hint of something exotic, like cardamom and cedar. The smell filled the room, and you took it in deeply, letting it permeate your soul. You'd missed that smell.

"You're late," you say to him as he steps through the mist into the center of the room. The neon lights cast a red hue across his face and body, and reflected in his eyes.

"I am never late. I arrive exactly when I mean to," he replies, flashing a smirk. "Well, you are later than I would have liked," you say, blowing out the smoke of your cigarette into his face.

"Yes, but the night is still young," you roll your eyes at his statement as you stand, putting out the cigarette. You walk around him in a slow circle, assessing his body and form, stopping in front of him and looking him directly in the eye, "I guess the night is still young."

His hands reach out and wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you against his body. "I missed you," he tells you before bringing his lips to your neck. You tilt your head back, allowing him access. "Did you?"

"Yes, you know I did," his lips trail up your neck to your jawline. His hands slide down your body, coming to rest on your ass.

"And what exactly did you miss?" you ask him, placing your hand on his cheek. He stops his kissing and stares into your eyes, "You, the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin against mine, the sound of your voice, and the way you say my name."

“You mean like this? Wooyoung, Woo-yung-ah," you say, dragging out the syllables. He groans and leans in, kissing you deeply. Your lips are soft and supple against his. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips inches away from yours. You close the gap between them, kissing him again. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the bed and places you gently down on it.

"I missed the feeling of you," he says, his hand resting on your hip. "Did you?"

"Mmmm-hmmm." He kisses you again, more deeply, his hand trailing up your stomach, to the edge of your dress. His fingers dance along the hem before slipping underneath the fabric. You grab his hand as you pull away. “Not so fast," you say with a smirk. "I've waited all day for this. For you."

"And now you must wait a little longer," you say, caressing his lower lip with your thumb as he rolls his eyes, kissing the inside of your wrists softly. "Tease," you chuckle. "You love it," he smirks, kissing your hands as he looks into your eyes. "I love you."

"I know." You look at each other for a moment, both smiling. You've known each other for years. You've been friends/secret lovers for years. But this, this was something else. “We have something to do first, remember?” He rolls his eyes. "Right. Business."

"Business," you say, walking to the table you were sitting at earlier. You sit down, cross your legs, and light up another cigarette. "So, what have you got for me?" He asks, taking the seat across from you.

"The layout of the place," you say, sliding him a piece of paper. "You've already been there?" He smirks and nods. "I have."

"And what do we have waiting for us there?"

"Three guards, all armed," you say, sliding him a photo you took. He hums, assessing the photo. "With?" You slide him another photo of the guard, holding what looks to be a pistol. "Pistols. Two .45's and a 9mm. Standard issue."

"And how will we deal with these guards?" You smirk, sitting back in your chair as you blow smoke from your cigarette. "How would you like us to?"

"Take them out as quietly as possible."

"And why would I want to do that?" You ask him, a mischievous grin on your face. "Because we need to keep things quiet, and not draw any attention." He hums and taps his nails on the table. "And why would I want to keep things quiet and not draw any attention? You know I'm all for the thrills and chase,” you say, standing up. He smirks.

"I know. I'm just asking." You walk over to him, placing your cigarette between his lips. He takes a drag before passing it back. You smile and take the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray.

"So what do I have in it for me if I keep things quiet and not draw any attention?" He smiles a wicked smile. "Whatever you desire." You bite your lip, staring at him. "Oh, I like the sound of that. But I'm not sure you'll be able to live up to it." He raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Hmmmm. Maybe. I'll think about it." You turn and start to walk away. He reaches out, grabs your arm, and spins you around, kissing you passionately. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pull away slightly, your noses touching. "Well, I guess that'll do for now."

"For now." He replies, kissing you again. You kiss him back, before pulling away, "You know, you're not half bad." "Not half bad? What kind of review is that?" He says, pretending to be offended. “A good one. An honest one.”

"Oh really, only good, not great?" You chuckle, shaking your head as you trail your fingers across his jaw. "Mmmm... maybe, depends on how tomorrow goes." He raises a brow playfully. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." You say, winking at him. "Fine. Tomorrow." He says, releasing you from his grip. You smile, running your hands over his shoulders, and fixing his jacket. "Now, go get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And don't call me that." You say, pushing him playfully. "Alright, alright." He says, chuckling, walking to the door. "See you tomorrow, then."

"Until tomorrow." You say, watching him leave. "Tomorrow." The door closed behind him, and you walked to the bed, falling onto it. You had a lot to prepare for tomorrow and not a lot of time.

By the time you pulled up to the building the next day, the sun had already begun setting over the horizon. The biggest heist was just about to begin.

"Ready?" He asked you. You smiled and nodded, pulling out your weapons.

"Always." You said with a wink, getting out of the car and making your way over to the front door. With a smirk, you kicked the door open and started firing.

It didn't take long before the first two guards were dead. You made your way deeper into the building and were just about to make your move when you felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head.

“Two-timer, huh?" you say, turning around slowly, your hands raised. You smile as you come face to face with the third guard. "I'd prefer, 'loyal to the job.'"

"Loyalty is such a funny word especially when you say you’d help us with our plans," you say, tilting your head to examine him. Three things you notice: the twitching of his eye, his unsteady hand, and the way his mouth turns into a grimace.

"Plans change," he says, barely keeping eye contact with you. "Mine didn't," you say, smirking at him as you take a few steps back before popping one in his head.

You hear the sound of the bullet ricochet off the wall. The man falls to the floor, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. You walk over to the fallen man, taking his gun from his limp hand.

“Backstabbing asshole,” you say, fixing your lipstick in the glossy reflection of his blood. You stand before continuing the job you're there for. You walk through the halls of the bank, stopping at the door at the end. You kick it open, a wicked smile on your face.

"You're late," Wooyoung says, looking at you.

"I'm always early, you're just punctual. Plus had to take out a rat. You wouldn’t want us to get caught, would you?" you say, smiling, your makeup still looking good regardless of the blood splatter on your cheek.

"Of course not," he says, standing up, walking over to you. He looks down at the blood splatter on your cheek, reaching out, he wipes it off with his thumb.

"Thank you," you say, looking into his eyes. "No problem," he replies, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You smile and nod, pulling away.

"We've got work to do," you say, walking past him into the vault. You make your way to the main depository, stopping in front of the huge safe. "Alright, let's see what we've got here."

"What do you think? Should we blow it?" Wooyoung asks, examining the lock. "I don't know. Seems like a waste of good explosives," you say, tapping your nail on the metal.

"How about this? We pick the lock, then rig the explosives, so that if anyone comes after us, we can blow it," you suggest. He nods, "I like it."

"I thought you might," he says, kneeling in front of the safe. He pulls a set of tools from his jacket pocket and begins working on the lock. You watch him as he works, his hands moving quickly and efficiently.

You can't help but admire his skills. He's always been good with his hands. Even when he wasn’t picking locks, his hands were good with other things too.

"You're staring," he says, not even looking at you. "Am not," you say, leaning against the wall beside him. "Are too."

"Well, are you going to crack this safe or are we going to keep bickering like a married couple?" you ask as he chuckles. "Patience is a virtue, my dear," he says, not missing a beat.

"You know I've never been the patient type."

"Oh, I know," he says, a smile on his lips. You sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the clicking of the lock and the occasional humming from you.

Finally, the door opens, and the contents are revealed. "Wow," you say, stepping into the safe. There are stacks of money, gold bars, and jewels. It's enough to set you up for life.

"I knew there was a reason I was keeping you around."

"And here I thought it was because you liked me," he says, putting away his tools. You smirk and turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "There's that too."

"Is that right?"

"It is." You lean in and kiss him deeply. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. The kiss is passionate, full of desire and longing. When you finally pull away, you're both breathless. "You're good at that."

"You're not so bad yourself," he says, a smile on his lips. You chuckle, patting his cheek. “Let’s get these explosives set up and the money out of here before the cops show up.”

"Aye, aye, Captain," he says, mock saluting you. You roll your eyes and shake your head, "Let's just get this done."

"Aye, aye." They set up the explosives, rigging them to blow if anyone tries to come after them. Once the explosives are set, they start loading the cash and valuables into their getaway vehicle. As they load the final bag into the back, the sirens get louder and louder.

"That's our cue," Wooyoung says, getting into the car. You get in and close the door. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"Aye, aye, Captain," he says, speeding away from the bank. The sound of sirens fills the air, and you know you're in for a wild ride.

The police are in hot pursuit of them. Their sirens wailing, the red and blue lights flashing. The car careens around corners, swerving through traffic. The cops are gaining on them, and it's not looking good.

"Hold on tight," Wooyoung says, pressing his foot down on the accelerator. The car picks up speed, but the cops are still on their tail.

"They're not going to stop, are they?" you chuckle, shaking your head. “Nope,” you say as you lean out the window firing off shots at the cops.

"They're not," he says, pushing the car even faster. The sound of the sirens is getting closer and closer. "We've got to lose them."

"I'm working on it," he grunts. "Work faster." He takes a sharp turn down a side street, the tires squealing. The car fishtails, but he manages to regain control.

"I've always liked a challenge," you say, reloading your gun. "Good, because this is about to get even more interesting," he says, a smile on his lips. "Oh yeah? How so?"

"We're going to jump the bridge," he says, his eyes glinting mischievously. Your eyes widen as you look at him, noticing the smirk on his lips.

"Jump the bridge? Are you kidding me?" you exclaim, staring at him. He just laughs and continues speeding down the road. The sound of the sirens is still blaring, and the cops are close behind.

"Crazy? Maybe. But we're gonna make it. Just hold on tight and trust me," he says. You let out a chuckle, rolling your eyes. "If we die, I'm going to haunt your ass."

"Deal," he says, speeding up, the car roaring as he pushes it to its limits.

The sound of the engine and the wind in your hair is exhilarating. You can't believe you're doing this, but you know if there's anyone who can get you out of this alive, it's Wooyoung.

They reach the bridge, the car careening towards the edge. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Wooyoung floors the gas pedal, and the car launches off the bridge, flying through the air.

"WOOYOUNG!" you scream as you plummet towards the water below. The sound of your heart pounding is deafening, and you can barely hear anything else. The air rushes by you, and you feel weightless, suspended in time and space. It's an incredible feeling.

"Told you we'd make it," Wooyoung says with a smirk. "Shut up and drive." You race down the highway, leaving the cops in the dust.

"This is why I keep you around. Because you're crazy just like me,” you say, looking out the window to see the cops didn't follow you over the bridge.

"And here I thought it was because of my stunning personality and dashing good looks," he says with a wink.

"Keep dreaming, sweetheart," you say, playfully shoving him. "So what's the plan now? We're not heading back to the hideout, are we?"

"Nope. We're going somewhere a little more...private."

"Oh yeah? And where might that be?"

"It's a surprise," he says with a grin. "I love surprises."

"I know you do."

You continue driving until you arrive at a secluded lake house. It's beautiful and peaceful, and the perfect place to relax after a successful heist.

"Welcome to our temporary home," he says, getting out of the car. "This is perfect," you say, looking around. The view is incredible, and the house is secluded enough to allow you to relax and enjoy each other's company without worry.

"Only the best for my girl," he says, kissing your forehead. "And only the best for you." You spend the rest of the night celebrating your success. You drink and dance and make love under the stars.

You wake up surrounded by money and rose petals. Him lying beside you asleep. You chuckle as you reach out to grab a stack of bills, counting them.

"You're not thinking of leaving me, are you?" He asks sleepily.

"Why would I ever leave someone who keeps me this rich and happy," you say with a chuckle, kissing him softly. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to hunt you down," he says, smiling as he kisses you again.

"You couldn't hunt me down if you tried."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe." He pulls you closer, his lips trailing along your neck. "Don't think you can seduce your way out of this one," you say, sighing as he kisses your neck. "Is it working?"

"Maybe." You chuckle softly. The sun is rising over the lake, bathing everything in a soft golden light. You're wrapped up in each other's arms, your bodies tangled together. It's a perfect moment.

"So, what's next?" You ask, playing with the rose petals. "Whatever we want. The world is our oyster," he says which has you rolling your eyes playfully. "You always say that."

"And it's always true." You lay there, watching the sunrise and enjoying each other's company. You don't have a care in the world.

You are living your life, the way you want to. You are young, and you are reckless, and very much in love. Nothing can stop you.

"I love you, you know that?" He says kissing you as you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “I know. I love you too."

"Good. Now come here." He says, pulling you on top of him, the money and rose petals falling onto the floor.

The morning sun shines brightly through the windows, bathing everything in a warm glow. You make love, and laugh, and revel in the joy of being alive. Nothing can stop you.

Not the law, not society, not even death.

You're invincible, and you're going to live your life the way you want to, damn the consequences.

NEWS REPORT: Still at large are the notorious criminal lovers, Jung Wooyoung and Y/n Y/l/n. These two are believed to be responsible for the recent string of high-profile bank robberies. Authorities are urging the public to contact the police if they have any information about the couple's whereabouts. The news broadcast ended as the picture of the two lovers, standing outside the bank flashed on the screen alongside their mugshots.

"Look at us. We're famous." You say with a chuckle as you turn to face him. "Yeah, they sure are painting us as the villains." He says as you roll your eyes. "Well, we are criminals."

"True. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me neither." You say, kissing him deeply. "Now, where were we?"

"Right about here." He says, kissing you again. You spend the rest of the day basking in each other's company, planning your next heist.

You knew nothing could stop you. Except for maybe the Feds. And even then, you'll go down fighting. For you are the wild ones, and you'll never stop being wild. Because nothing can stop the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEONGHWA ! 🐰✨🎂 — seonghwa x dpr ian

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"On April 3rd, 1998, when strawberries are delicious and cherry blossoms are beautiful, i [a spring child] was born" // "Plutarch writes that Persephone was identified with the spring season and Cicero calls her the seed of the fruits of the fields." —OF SEONGHWA & PERSEPHONE

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