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daybreakx · 2 years

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✄ pairing: frenemie’s ex! Seonghwa x gn! reader.

✄ genre: strangers to lovers, angst, fluff.

✄ summary: when you agreed to go on a blind date, you didn’t expect it to be with your friend’s ex, and to make things worse, you didn’t expect to like him that much.

✄ word count: 4.9k

✄ warnings: it is said mc dates both men and women, mentions of food and drinks, hospitals, a broken wrist, mc being called names. this is unedited, please bear with my mistakes.

✄ a/n: this is for the leftovers collab by @dulceamar! this was so much fun, please do check out the other participants’ works!♡ also i am so so sorry this was so late.

✄ rule #2

You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day.

It’s not a big deal, though. Or so you try to make everyone think every time they sneak a glance at you, that ‘oh no, poor thing’ look on their faces before they whisper to their companion. You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day and so what?

Okay, maybe it is a big deal. Because everyone is staring at you, and you know that no matter how many glasses of sparkling water with lemon you order, the server is going to ask you to give up your table if you don’t order actual food. It doesn’t matter how bad they feel for you.

You want to kill San. That’s what you think about as you crush the little pieces of the free bread between two fingers, letting crumbs fall on your lap. To hell with keeping up a good appearance, who’s going to compliment you on it now, anyway? Certainly not San’s friend, the one who was supposed to be here thirty five minutes ago, attending the blind date which the former set up for you two.

Things always go wrong when you accept your friends’ attempts at getting you a partner. You had fallen victim to this project more than a couple times, when they promised they had found ‘just the right person’ for you. The first one was a guy who couldn’t and wouldn’t stop talking about himself at the dinner Mina set up for the two of you—which he made you pay for, along with his Uber back home. And then texted you that you weren’t as good looking as Mina had promised, so it was better that you never spoke again.

The next time it was a girl. She was pretty and you had a lot of things in common, she was funny and thought you attractive as well. But, she was also extremely in love with her ex. Yes you were attractive, but her ex had the prettiest eyes. Of course you were smart, but her ex had published articles in important magazines. And then she cried about her break up while you held her hand and ordered ice cream delivery for both of you.

But at least neither had put you through the humiliation of being stood up on the one holiday that celebrates love and looks down on people like you: single, loveless people.

“I am so sorry I’m late there was–” there’s a guy standing opposite you, one hand gripping the back of the chair tightly while he holds a small bouquet of half withered roses in the other. “y/n?”

You look up from the very angry, already three paragraph long text you’re writing to San. You guess he knows your name because San had to tell him, obviously. But there’s that particular way he says it that immediately has your eyes widening. There has to be thousands of people who share your name, and thousands who share his. So what are the chances that the guy who is standing in front of you, your date, is your friend’s ex?

“Oh,” you mutter, standing up awkwardly. Suddenly overly self-conscious about your crumb-filled lap. “Hi, Seonghwa.”

You understand why San has no idea why this is a problem. He barely knows Eunhee, he never saw her with Seonghwa, probably… He wouldn’t do this on purpose. Even you barely saw Seonghwa with Eunhee. Their relationship was lightning quick and pretty intense, if you are to believe Eunhee, who has a flair for the dramatic, and maybe to threading bits of lies in the big panorama of what actually happened.

You know Seonghwa from the couple of times he picked Eunhee up at work. The exchanges between you being a couple of ‘Hi, how are you?’s on too long lift rides to yours and Eunhee’s shared office.

“Sorry I’m late,” he repeats, the same recognition shining in his eyes. “I–there was a lot of work to do and–” Seonghwa doesn’t like throwing out excuses, but it’s the truth. And he already feels bad enough about making you wait.

“It’s alright,” you soothe, “I know.”

Seonghwa is on his way to become a Cardiologist, which already keeps him busy enough. You remember Eunhee complaining about it, how the only thing that matters to him is the hospital and other people’s hearts. Not hers.

You're surprised he’s even out of the hospital on Valentine’s Day. Guessing the doctors who have a higher ranking than he does are the ones who can leave.

He hands you the flowers, wincing as a few pink petals fall to the ground in a flutter. This is a mess, he knows. “Please,” he gestures to the chair.

“Actually,” you say, your lip moving slightly to the left, in a wince. This is inappropriate, isn’t it? There’s some kind of rule somewhere that says you’re not supposed to date your friends’ exes. The thought that those kinds of rules only apply to people in High School flashes through your mind, but you know it’s not like that. And Eunhee would never forgive you for this. “I think I should go.”

The people around you, the ones who have witnessed the night unfold, pause. They’re not even discreet about it, leaving the food halfway to their mouths to give you an ‘are you serious right now?’ look. They saw you on the brink of tears, drinking your sorry sparkling water and chewing on small pieces of bread, only to have a perfectly good looking guy finally show up and reject him.

You finally stare back at them. Because you’re not embarrassed anymore and frankly, they need to start minding their own business. It’s Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, can’t they focus on themselves? There’s probably an engagement ring hidden in tiramisu out there, you’re not supposed to be the main focus.

Seonghwa doesn’t think of himself as a mind reader. If he did—or if he was one— his personal relationships wouldn’t fail as often as they do. But he knows what you’re thinking even before you voice it: Eunhee. He is Eunhee’s ex, and you are Eunhee’s friend and there has to be some kind of rule somewhere that says you two can’t fraternize.

“Please stay,” he pleads gently. He’s already done the most to ruin your night, and he doesn’t want you to go without making it up to you at least a little bit. And he knows wilted flowers are definitely not the way. “Let’s have dinner,” he finally notices the way the customers around are staring at the two of you and another pang of guilt goes through him. “Friendly dinner.”

You half-smile at his words, knowing he’s trying to take any implication off this whole situation. This is stupid, you’re grown-ups, these things are not supposed to matter, right? But then again, you remember Eunhee holding a Kleenex box against her chest while she told you about the break-up on your lunch break.

“Sure,” you finally sit back down, leaving the flowers on one side of the table, more petals flying down to the ground. You can only guess how many hours Seonghwa has been working judging by how tired he looks, he deserves a break and a nice meal. “The bread’s really good,” you nod towards the almost empty basket between you two, a small on your lips again.

This elicits a laugh from Seonghwa before he gives you an apologetic look from above his menu. “I’m so sorry I was late.”

You shrug. “I only accept apologies—” ‘in cash’ is the ending that you tend to use with Mina and San. “–In dessert.”

Sure, you can be friendly with Seonghwa. Being friends is not the kind of thing that’s forbidden. Plus, he is friends with San. How come you never actually met him if he’s friends with San?

“Deal,” Seonghwa smiles, and before anything else can be added, someone actually finds an engagement ring hidden in the tiramisu, and the restaurant is flooded with clapping. The world falls back on course. It’s Valentine’s Day and love is to be celebrated.

“So,” Eunhee plops down in her spinning chair, eyes barely leaving the screen of her phone to look at you, hinting she’s in fact talking to you. “How was your blind date?”

“It was okay,” you smile, still typing on your laptop. “It actually–”

“You’ll never guess what?” she interrupts, spinning once. “Yena invited Seonghwa to her Valentine’s Day party.”

“Oh,” you know your turn to tell your story is over before it has begun, and you’re somehow glad especially by the immediate mention of the ex-boyfriend you saw last night. “Did he go?”

You want her to say no more than anything. Because what if that meant he was late to your dinner because he was at said party? One that Yena and Eunhee made a point of speaking about in front of you constantly, only to never extend an invitation.

“It’s so painfully obvious they want us back together. Like, why would you invite him otherwise?”

“But did he go?” You question again, the typing finally stopping.

“Well, no,” Eunhee lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “He was probably at that stup– at work.”

“Right,” you nod, fingers hovering above the keys on your laptop. “And do you want him? Back I mean.”

Eunhee seems to consider this for a second. Enough for you to feel a rock drop from your throat to your stomach, settling in there with the weight of guilt.

“Do you know how much money doctors earn a year?” She questions, eyes back on her phone as she taps away rapidly.

“A lot?” You try, wondering where this question comes from.

“A lot,” she nods, puckering her lips in a thoughtful gesture. “And I think it’s time I start looking out for my future, you know? You never have enough money.”

She’s right, though. Money can never really be enough, especially if you come from a middle-class family and you’re neck deep in school debt. Which is not her case, at all. Eunhee’s family is New Money, her mother created some magical skincare line when Eunhee was a child and the rest was history. But you guessed she kind of felt that, if she became rich overnight, the opposite could happen just as fast.

You shrug. “I guess, you’re right.”

There are two knocks on your door and Yena’s head pops through before either of you can tell her to come in.

“Are you ready to start working?” She tells cheerfully. “It’s my turn to be on the video.”

You groan internally. Not because Yena wants to be on the video, but because you hate making them. However the boom of those silly short videos did earn you a bonus a couple months ago, so you keep them coming for the sake of also keeping your job.

“Let’s do it!” Eunhee joins in Yena’s excitement, both smiling mischievously at you. “Come on y/n, the long face won’t look good on camera!”

“I don’t want to be on camera,” you whine, taking your phone from the desk. “But let’s go.”

You have a few unopened messages, from San and Mina and one unregistered number. You decide to deal with all of them later, especially with San who you’re having lunch with to discuss last night.

“Well, I don’t see what the problem is,” San shrugs, looking over his shoulder to check if your food is finally on the way. “Did you like Seonghwa?”

Of course you liked Seonghwa. He was sweet and attentive and paid for the whole dinner. After the initial awkwardness there wasn’t another such moment, he spent a good twenty minutes drawing a very accurate depiction of the human heart on a napkin to explain the latest case they got at the hospital, and when it was your turn to talk about your job he didn’t treat it as anything other than the most interesting thing he could possibly think of.

“It is a problem, because it’s kind of a rule” you groan again, not surprised he doesn’t get it. “Just like, you can’t date your best friend’s brother OR your brother’s best friend.”

“That’s stupid,” San rolls his eyes, “Those are rom-com rules, y/n. They’re needed for the plot, this is real life.”

“Those kinds of things still apply,”

“We’re not in high school,” San shakes his head, already over this conversation. “Look, I had no idea he was your coworker’s ex. If it bothers you so much, then don’t see him again. Even if this was the only date that has worked for either of you in a while.”

“What did he tell you?”

“I’m not going to tell you if you’re going to be in your teen drama episode,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fine. Teen drama episode is over,” you smile, raising your eyebrows. “What did he say?”

Seonghwa doesn’t have the greatest luck when it comes to dating. Sure he’s had his fair share of partners, from high school to college, to residency…Well, that doesn’t matter. The point is he doesn’t have good luck. His relationships always end. Whether on good or bad terms also comes with a tendency, which inclines towards everything being his fault.

Whether it’s his job, or that lack of connection that eventually leads to trouble, he hasn’t managed to maintain a relationship for longer than 6 months.

Eunhee was not the exception.

Seonghwa had been extremely attracted to her when they met. She was nice and sweet, and beautiful, of course. But as their relationship progressed, Seonghwa realized they might not be as compatible as he thought at first. He didn’t like it when his relationships failed, but at some point, when the ultimatum came and Eunhee told him it was either her or his career, he had to choose the one he’d known the longest.

He felt bad about it of course, especially with all the heat he’d gotten from her and her friends on social media about how he only cared about his career and never about other people’s feelings. He’d stepped away from the dating scene enough to let San convince him of going on a blind date, and surprisingly he had loved it.

But you hadn’t called him back.

He’d sent you flowers the day after the date and texted you after getting your number from San. Seonghwa felt like giving you a call directly may be a little invasive so he’d suggested you let him know when you could talk. But it hadn’t happened.

Maybe karma was finally reaching him, he’d liked you a lot, and now it seemed like you didn’t like him one bit.

Then, what were you doing at the hospital he worked at?

“y/n?”

You look up from the ground, eyes lightening recognition. “Oh, hi Seonghwa,”

“Are you okay?” His thoughts about your date finally flying away. “Are you hurt?”

You are in the ugly yellow chairs in the waiting room, hands wrapped around your phone as your foot taps on the ground. “I’m fine. I’m just here waiting for someone,” your eyes wander to the ER room, where Gaeun is.

The intern at your publicity company is hardworking enough that, trying to finish the job as fast as possible, she fell from a ladder and broke her wrist. And you had to join her on the trip to the hospital because you were the only one who wasn’t too squeamish about her broken hand.

“Is everything okay? Do you want me to ask for an update?” Seonghwa suggests once again, scanning you as if to prove you’re not really hurt.

“It’s our intern, she broke her wrist today at work, an unfortunate accident while cleaning up a set.” You explain calmly, giving Seonghwa a faint smile.

You’re grateful he’s offering, but you’re also a little anxious about his presence. Mostly because you’re embarrassed about ghosting him. It wasn’t on purpose, though. After Valentine’s Day, the company wanted you to hurry and go on to the next campaigns quickly, Spring and Easter were a lot of work.

“Do you want a coffee while you wait?” Seonghwa offers next, hands going inside the pockets of his white coat. You don’t really want to take his whole appearance in detail, he’s dangerously handsome as it is. “The cafeteria is not bad at all.”

“Aren’t you busy?” You question, but you’re already getting up from your chair. You could use the caffeine and the company, even if you’re afraid it might be awkward.

Seonghwa shakes his head before gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall.

Your nerves ease as you sit on the steel chair and Seonghwa deposits a cup of black coffee in front of you. Gaeun is getting a cast and her sister is on the way to the hospital, things are starting to look up.

“Sorry about your friend,” Seonghwa says, emptying a sugar packet on his coffee. “Must have been scary.”

“It was. But she will be okay, right?” you raise your eyebrows at him and he nods with a small smile. “She’ll be getting a few days off too.”

“That’s great,”

“Look, Seonghwa,” you start, your mouth in a slight wince, “I’m really sorry about completely ghosting you. The job excuse is lame, but it’s true, I’m just flooded. It’s February 18th and we’re already behind.”

“It’s okay, really. I know I didn’t make the greatest impression at our date,” he cringes, looking down at the table. “I’m really sorry about it.”

“I had a great time, it wasn’t that,” you assure, smiling at him. “I also really liked the flowers, Eun—” you stop yourself from mentioning Eunhee a little too late. She was obsessed with the flowers, taking around 20 pictures to post on her Instagram. What she didn’t tell you is that she wanted to get a reaction out of Seonghwa by doing so.

“I’m glad you liked them, and that you had a good time too, even after how messy it started.” Seonghwa chose to ignore the mention of his ex-girlfriend.

San said Seonghwa enjoyed the date too, and insisted on how ridiculous it was that you let a former relationship, one that hadn’t even lasted long enough, get in the way of getting to know Seonghwa more.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

You don’t want any more blind dates, you don't want to go through the whole process of getting to know someone and finding out your friends had got it wrong again, or matching with a person on a dating app just to realize they’d been lying about their real personality all along.

“Would you like to have coffee another time? Outside of here?” you ask, leaving your now empty cup on the table. “Don’t get me wrong, the coffee is good, but I don't really like hospitals.”

Seonghwa chuckles. “I would like that, yes. I promise to be on time.”

“Just promise to try your best,” you shake your head in amusement, “And remember apologies come in dessert.”

You tell yourself you keep it private because everything in the world is already public enough as it is. People can see where you went to school just by finding your Facebook profile, they can know your real time location via Instagram, they learn some of your deepest thoughts if they scroll through your Twitter likes.

But this is just Seonghwa and yours.

It’s mid May now, and you’ve been seeing each other nonstop after sharing the hospital coffee. He tries his best, just like he promised, to make it on time every time you have a date and you try your best not to forget to text him back. And so far, it’s working out perfectly fine.

“Oh y/n, please let us use it!” Yena begs, touching a red petal with the tip of her index finger. “We will get it back to you in one piece.”

“I don’t know, they seem fragile. I would like to keep them here,” you try to sound as reasonable as possible, which isn’t enough to get through Yena and Eunhee once they have an idea in mind.

They’re both on their way to become influencers and finally leave this job. Eunhee has the upper-hand with her makeup tutorials and the sponsorship from her mom’s company, but Yena isn’t too far behind. And they’re both always looking for free props to use on their videos.

“Is this still the guy from the blind date?” Eunhee asks, cocking her head to observe the flowers up close. It’s the fourth bouquet you get at work. “Seems like that worked out pretty well.”

You nod, scrolling down the proposals you have for the next campaign. “I really like him,” you say absentmindedly.

“So can we use them?” Yena insists, “It’s just a couple pictures!”

“I’d rather not,” you say again, “Please just leave them where they are.”

Yena sighs in defeat. “Alright, thank you y/n! They’re beautiful, so I get it.”

Gaeun, who still holds her hurt wrist against her chest, knocks on the door. “y/n, the boss wants to see you.”

“Coming,” you smile at her, you feel somehow guilty that she’s still injured although it was you who told her to wait for someone to hold the ladder for her that day.

When you come back to your office, your red roses are gone, in their place there’s the note written by Seonghwa himself half-opened and a free sample from Eunhee’s mom’s skin care line.

You don’t even know how to react to this other than throw Eunhee’s ‘gift’ to the other side of the room. She always gets what she wants, it doesn’t matter how many times she’s told no. You don’t even linger on the fact that she read your private note, and wasn’t even decent enough to pretend like she hadn’t.

This is the first time you relish the fact that you are dating Seonghwa, and not her. No matter how much she wants him and how much she still tries to get his attention, he’s yours. The thought grosses you out right away, you’re not like this.

You keep your relationship private because it’s the right thing to do, but also deep down, you still want to spare Eunhee’s feelings.

As if she deserved it.

+++

“What’s wrong?” Seonghwa asks as you lie your head on his lap, the thing about really strong emotions is that they give you a headache, and all you want is to close your eyes and not think about work, or Eunhee, or anything other than your boyfriend’s hands on your hair.

“Just a bad day at work,” you mutter, lowering the volume on the TV. Your apartment is closer to the hospital than his, and he’s frequently here after his shifts. “How was yours?”

“It was okay,” he shrugs. It’s what he does when he’s had a hard day too, probably a complicated case with a bad ending. “What do you want for dinner?”

You sit up, stretching. “I don’t know, pizza?” you yawn. Once your eyes stop watering, they focus on the red roses across the room. They’re far less than Seonghwa sent you this morning, and you have no idea what happened to them. Maybe Eunhee tossed them in the trash, or simply ripped the petals apart and kept them somewhere.

Seonghwa didn’t seem to notice this, or if he did, he said nothing about it, probably guessing that the trip from the office to your house had been what mangled them.

“Maybe we should go out,” Seonghwa suggests, resting his chin on your shoulder. “That should clear our minds a little,”

You smile leaning against him. “You’re right.” But you don’t want to change, you're already in your house attire of a faded shirt and extremely loose pants.

“Don’t even think about it,” Seonghwa laughs, “We’re getting street food and then coming back, and you look gorgeous anyway.”

You let out a low whine, but you feel too lazy to change, and the promise of warm fish cake already has your mouth watering. Also he just called you gorgeous and there’s nothing else that will convince you to change. “Let’s go then.”

You wish the trip on the elevator was a little longer as you lean against Seonghwa and he presses his lips to your hair. But sadly, it comes to an end and you have to settle for holding his hand as you walk down the street to your favorite street food stand.

The night is warm and you don’t need to be standing so close together, yet you huddle up while chewing on your food. You are glad to have Seonghwa, and you still regret the ugly thought you had earlier. You like him, it’s not because him being with you means he’s not with Eunhee. You should have never thought about that.

“What are you doing?” you laugh as Seonghwa points his phone towards you. “Stop!”

“I’m taking a picture of you,” the sound of the camera can’t be heard above the traffic, and Seonghwa seems immediately satisfied with the result, so he doesn’t shove the phone in your face again. “There, I sent it to you.”

Your phone buzzes, and you know it’s him but you don’t want to check it right now. “If I look ugly…” you begin, but he cuts you off with a gesture of his hand.

“You could never look ugly.”

You are shunned the moment you step into the office. Even Gaeun looks awkward when she tells you there’s another impromptu meeting happening today before she runs to the coffee corner, to fill Eunhee’s pink mug with extra sweet coffee. The rest of the employees around, who normally say ‘good morning’ or ‘nice to see you’ are too quiet as you walk between their cubicles on the way to your office.

Yena is the first one to see you as you arrive at the door, and with a bitter face, she rushes to close the door in your face. But Eunhee, between what seems like a sob and hiccup stops her.

“What’s going on?” you ask, stepping inside. Although you are starting to have a pretty good idea about it. Your phone buzzed nonstop this morning, but you were running late for work and honestly, had it been a matter of life and death, they would have probably called.

“I cannot believe you have the guts to show up like this!” Yena yells, throwing both arms in the air. “And pretend like you don’t know anything, seriously, y/n? Are you that much of a jerk?”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” you let the wave of annoyance pass through, you cannot engage so quickly. You need to find your footing first. “Are you okay Eunhee?”

“What do you think?” Yena bites again, “After you stole her boyfriend, what do you think?!”

Eunhee lets out a wail once again and wipes her eyes with the tissue she’s holding in her hand. “How could you?” she sobs.

“There are rules, y/n. I can’t believe you are such a scum!” Yena is yelling again, and with the door open half of the people outside turn to stare at you.

“Hey!” you finally raise your voice too, “Don’t ever call me that again.”

“That’s what you are, how could you do this to Eunhee? You know how much she loves Seonghwa, you are the worst.”

“They weren’t even dating anymore,” you say in a low voice. There are rules, you know there are rules. “I thought–”

“You just wanted to take him for yourself because you’re jealous of me,” Eunhee gets up from her spinning chair, still holding the Kleenex box against her chest. “You are so jealous of me, it’s obvious. You always want everything I have.”

“Listen, Eunhee–”

“No, she doesn’t have to listen to you! You did this out of spite, you’re a horrible friend.”

It wasn’t only Eunhee and Yena you had kept your relationship from, the rest of your friends knew too that you were seeing someone but only San knew who it was. Because you were afraid that, once they learned about Seonghwa and Eunhee’s history, they would call you that: A horrible friend. And maybe that’s what you were.

“And where the hell is Gaeun?” Yena scowls, wrapping one arm around Eunhee. “Come on sweetie, let’s wash your face and I’ll see where that girl is with your coffee.”

“Eunhee, I didn’t mean–” you start but Yena cuts you off again by shoving the palm of her hand in front of your face.

“Save it.”

Eunhee’s shoulders shake as Yena leads her out of the room, but then she stops on her tracks, sending Yena on her way to find Gaeun.

“Eunhee, can we talk about this?”

Her reddened eyes fixate on you, but no more tears fall. “You always wanted my leftovers, y/n.” there is a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “So enjoy them, while they last.”

Seonghwa’s instagram is open on her laptop, and you see the picture he took of you last night with some lyrics about how life is brighter by your side as the caption.

You can’t bring yourself to smile, not when you feel 10 pairs of eyes on your back. Not when you’re the newly exposed villain.

Rules exist for a reason, at least that’s what you told San, but you couldn’t follow a simple one.

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xenizaation · 2 years

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what do u think about cum eating with Yunho

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please do not interact!

pairing: jeong yunho x gn! reader

genre: pure filthy smut, very innocent reader, dom! yunho

word count: 2.3k

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), slapping, throat-fucking, choking, dacryphilia, cum play, cum kissing, cum eating, words of praise but also degrading???? (don't ask, my childhood trauma went both ways).

a/n: i'm back ! second yunho fic in a row woah woah woah. imma let u in on a secret about this fic, my friend actually did this to me and i didn't even end up having sex with the man😃😃😃. i still hold a grudge against her. all that being said, i hope the person who requested this enjoys it, as well as the rest of you. ly guys, stay safe! xoxo

"i refuse to believe you've done this." you exclaim in all seriousness to your friend, sitting in front of you with the most innocent of looks while sipping from her foamy cappuccino.

"why? it's not even that bad!" she replies, offering you the most cunning smile.

"you basically told the man that i want to have sex with him! he's going to think that i'm desperate to get laid!" you sigh, covering your face with one palm while you lay back into the chair.

"that's not what i told him!" she defends herself shocked that you could believe something like that.

"well, that's what you told me." you offer while you watch her shake her head rapidly.

"wrong." she says rising her index finger in the air.

"it went like this: i asked 'hey are u taken?' and he said no...so i saaid 'a pal of mine thinks you're kinda hot' and he asked who, and i gave him your instagram." she takes a break to let her work, in which she seems to take great pride, sink in. "then he said that he's not looking for a relationship, which is great! cause y'know...you're not looking for one either. so i told him that you don't want nothing serious and that was it."

"that was it?" you ask as you stare at her defying smile. "you're fucking insane and your face right now makes me want to murder you."

"oh, come on, the worst thing that can happen is he's not interes-"

"no!" you cut her off. "the worst has already happened! and it's all because of you." you sigh again as you place both of your palms on your face in sign of defeat.

"first of all, you're such a drama queen. second, try and see the good part, he might be interested and you're gonna end up having hot steamy sex with my ex-classmate yunho and then i will be your best friend in the whole entire universe," she says as she offers you puppy eyes and you can only sigh in embarrassment yet again.

"i hate-"

ding

"well, fuck." you say as you inspect the notification on your phone.

yun_ho has started following you

"what?" your friend asks curiously.

"he just followed me." you answer.

your friend squeaks in shock right when you receive a new notification.

'are you free tonight?'

your eyes widen and you feel all the blood in your body rise to the apple of your cheeks.

"you didn't tell me he's got such a big ego." you tell your friend.

assuming that he doesn't even need to introduce himself before initiating any kind of relationship between the two of you told you more than enough about the man.

"what did he say?" your friend asks again.

you don't answer...her.

'nice to meet you too' you send back to the man on the other end of the phone.

why the fuck does he type so slowly?

"nothing interesting yet," you finally reply to your friend trying to distract yourself from the way your heart beats faster than before in your chest.

she starts talking about something but you certainly aren't listening to her, and as soon as your phone vibrates in your hand, you can't help but checking it immediately.

'i think we can skip the introductions seeing how you already know me and i already know you. a little birdie told me you'd like to meet me, so i'll ask again. are you free tonight?'

holy fuck. that right there. a fucking message turning you on in the middle of the coffee shop while you're sitting right in front of your best friend. heat starting from your chest and spreading in your belly as it tingles it's way down between your thighs and to your toes.

you sigh.

'yes'

somehow, you still can't believe that the man who you were joking about having sex with is now standing right next to you, driving quietly with you in the passenger's seat and following the direction to his apartment.

"not much of a talker?" he asks, making a turn to the right.

usually, you don't find yourself in this certain type of a situation. going with a stranger to his home. in his car. when you haven't exchanged more than five phrases with him.

safe to say you trust your friend. and that you're extremely horny. especially for the tall man with blonde hair and big veiny hands that looks like a cute puppy and a home wrecker at the same time.

"you make me nervous." you reply shortly.

your honesty was the trait that you hated most about yourself at times.

"oh, really? why's that?" he asks while curling his lips.

you lick yours instinctively.

"because." you say again as you turn your head away from him, trying not to give too much away in such a short time.

"because what?" he asks again.

"no reason."

the quickness of your replies give away just how nervous you are.

"i'm sure there must be one." he insists as his hand lowers to shift gears, the back of his palm brushing intentionally on your knee as he does so.

it's dizzying to think about how the man you fantasized about a couple of nights ago, was now making an effort to touch you.

"if there is then i'm not going to tell you." you answer again trying to ignore how you crave internally for his touch.

"playing brat, are we?" the words leave his mouth more like a groan and you're not sure whether you notice the car stopping before or after you hear his voice again. "we're here," yunho whispers close to your ear as he unbuckles your seatbelt and you can feel his cologne without even turning your face towards him.

"are you gonna look at me or do i make you that nervous?" he whispers again, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck.

you remain petrified as your heart beats so fast that you think he can hear it. a few seconds go by, seconds that feel like hours, and he chuckles as he pulls away from you.

"come on, let's go upstairs." he orders and you obey, following closely in his footsteps.

you take the elevator to the fourth floor, enter the apartment, take your jacket off and sit on the couch presented by yunho in his living room. he shows up with two glasses of red wine and places them on the table in front of you before heading to the bathroom.

you get up and inspect his living room. from the drawings on the walls to the pictures of him on the shelves. you laugh to yourself, sipping from the glass of wine as you think to yourself if the innocent kid in the pictures has any idea of the intimidating man he will grow up to be.

"what's so funny?" you hear from right behind you and your body processes the scare before your mind gets to, so in result you drop the glass as you squeal in surprise, breaking the fragile object in tiny little pieces at your feet.

you turn around and see yunho, at an arm's reach, looking very unsurprised- like he expected it to happen.

"shit, i'm sorry," you say, quickly kneeling down to grab every piece that was within your reach. "i'm going to pay for it." you add, and hear nothing but yunho's footsteps as he goes into the kitchen, coming back with a dark piece of material, which he places right on top of the puddle of red liquor.

you continue cleaning your mess, placing every small glass on top of the cloth, until the tip of yunho's feet enter your field of vision and stand there, not moving an inch as you feel his presence growing stronger and stronger.

you finally raise your head, looking at him from way down and meeting his heavy lidded gaze drinking the way you're on his knees before him. he grabs your chin gently, softly brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

"you wanna fuck me?" he says, bending until his face is close to yours.

you nod.

"how bad?" you groan close to his mouth as you try kissing him but he is faster to yank your face away from his by pulling your hair. your heart never beat as fast as this.

he makes an expectant face, not needing to repeat himself for you to understand what he wants to hear.

"really bad, really fucking bad." you sigh.

"yeah?"

you nod again.

"if you want to fuck me then i'm going to need to fuck your throat first. is that okay?"

you can't believe that he's asking for your consent when you're already kneeling before him, willing to do anything just to have him inside you.

so you nod yet again.

he straightens up and unzips his pants as you help him pull them down to his knees. one of his hands gets lost in your hair, the other takes ahold of his erect member, and it takes nothing more than a second for you to open your mouth obediently and let him drive his warm girth right into your wet cavity.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you let your head be guided by his gentle hand, pulling you into and away from his pubic bone slowly, giving you time to grow comfortable to his length.

"not so nervous anymore, huh?" he mocks as he smirks down at you. you look up to him with doe eyes, making his grip on your head tighter.

"you look like you've been wanting to do this for a while." he groans as you fasten the pace of your head motion, sucking along his shaft as you try to take him in entirely, feeling like it is impossible. "i bet i could do whatever i want with you and you'll thank me afterwards," his words boil the blood inside your veins and your heart rushes even faster when his other hand grabs your throat, squeezing it just enough to make your vision blurry. "right?" yunho mutters as he starts fucking into your throat ruthlessly, hitting the back of your throat over and over again, making your blurred vision even blurrier as tears form in your eyes.

the room is filled with wet choking sounds, muffled gags and groans from yunho, who stuffs his cock into your throat greedily, like he may never get the chance to fill it with himself ever again. you feel saliva drooling at the corners of your mouth with each thrust of the man's hips, and you fist your hands trying to ignore the burning sensation in your throat and jaw as they go numb from all the cruel fucking.

yunho seems to notice and he pulls away from your mouth, leaving you to gasp for air like you almost drowned moments before.

"you're doing such a great job," the blond male says as he grips your hair tighter. "might be my best toy yet." he adds and slowly slaps your cheek, awaiting for your reaction.

you moan involuntarily, starting to feel like you were going to cum without even touching him. the feeling of him inside your mouth, the feeling of his touch burning imprints all over your skin were messing with your brain already.

he slaps you again, only this time harder, and you look up to him wishing you could dislike that. but you don't.

"look at you, so beautiful," he says softly, brushing the pink tip of his cock all over your wet lips. "crying just because of my cock." he finishes as he buries himself fully inside you in one go, letting your nose brush against his short pubes and nails dig deep in the palm of your hands as you struggle not to choke on the feeling of his veiny shaft tickling the back of your throat in an oh, so pleasurable way.

tears pour again, this time seeming not to stop when yunho fucks into your mouth yet again, this time searching for his release. one last look into your teary-eyes is enough for the man to groan as his eyes rolls into the back of his head and hot ropes of liquid spill into your throat and mouth, drooling out the corners of your mouth as he pulls out with a pained sigh.

you wait for him to stop cumming, eagerly collecting everything into your mouth as you study him closely: the sweat on his forehead, the frown that took over his features, his soft pleased exhales. he looks down at you, and at your shyly opened mouth, filled with his hot seed. first, he brushes away your tears. second, he collects all the cum dribbling down your chin with his thumb and slides it back into your mouth. third, he bends down and kisses you, which takes you by surprise.

lips smashed hard upon yours, tongue swirling greedily inside your mouth, brushing against yours and mixing his semen with your saliva, as well as his before collecting it into his mouth when he pulls away. he opens your mouth gently with his thumb, letting the mix of fluids drip down on your tongue.

"swallow." he commands, and you don't need to hear it twice before doing it, feeling the burning sensation of swallowing in your sore throat just like you feel it in your tummy, awaiting for something more so you can have your release as well. you look into his eyes as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him see you'd done as requested. the dark look from his eyes compels you into forgetting everything you know about yourself, and the fact that he is there, right in front of you, becomes realer by the second.

"well done," he says as he pats your head gently. "now, how do you want me to fuck you?"

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escapewriter · 2 years

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part 7 - i dont like you

chai latte

yunho x reader

genre : fluff, angst, humor, smau, fake dating au, strangers to lovers

warnings : swearing

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⤷ school was finally out which meant you had time to relax and hang out with your best friend. but everything about your laid back summer was put on hold the moment you agreed to help out a stranger and become his temporary summer love.

a/n: huge typo that i dont want to fix, but the convo between hongjoong and yunho, yunho is referring to wanting to get the guys off his back, not berry.

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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: dad!Seonghwa x mom!reader

Genre: fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: parenting, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 1k

Note: I know this was meant to be uploaded on Sunday but I got pretty sick then traveled for a whole day so we’re getting it today instead. Happy late Father’s Day!!

It was rare you actually got to sleep in with a toddler in the house. So when you wake up with the sun in your eyes and a faceful of your husband’s hair you’re pleasantly surprised. When you try to roll over to look at your phone he groans but you manage to turn enough to check the time, 8:48 am, honestly not bad considering your daughter normally is awake and ready to run around by 8am. The moment you pull too far away you feel Seonghwa’s arms wrap around your middle and tug you back to his body. He whined something unintelligible and you just giggled and cuddled back into the crook of his neck. Your fingers run through his long black locks and he makes a noise of appreciation.

“Are you ready to wake up yet?” you question softly.

He mumbles something that sounds like a ‘no’ and holds you tighter. You giggle at him and continue playing with his hair. Just as you notice him starting to fall back to sleep you hear a small knock on your door. You knew your daughter was on the other side of the door waiting for you.

“Seonghwa let me up.” you gently pat his arm.

“No, let me hold you.” he groans, voice still very riddled with sleep.

“Let me go get Eunji and then we can all cuddle together for a little bit.” you compromise.

He groans again but lets you go. He may act like he’s annoyed by the suggestion but it’s quite the opposite, he loves having your daughter stuck between you early in the morning. It’s an easy way to get family time together but also keeps the morning rather peaceful, unlike the days when he runs out the door to get to schedules on time.

The moment you open the door your eyes fall down on your small daughter. Her eyes look slightly watery immediately setting your ‘mom instincts’ off. You pick her up and hold her close to you, standing still for a moment you just hold her.

“Are you okay baby?” you question softly, rocking back and forth in your place.

She nods shortly, “Just want to cuddle with you and daddy.” she admits.

Smiling at her request you put her down and usher her towards Seonghwa (who is still not awake fully yet). You follow after, climbing back into your side of the bed. Your eyes follow Eunji’s head of hair as she finally makes it to her dad’s side of the bed. Her small hand reaches to grab onto something, anything, to help her climb onto her dad. Seonghwa jokingly pretends to be fast asleep still while Eunji tugs on his arm repeatedly. You giggle watching the interaction between them and smile brightly when you hear a surprised squeal from your daughter. Seonghwa had suddenly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up onto the bed. Quickly wrapping his arms around her, she smiles brightly at her father, the rays of the sun gently shining on both of them.

“Did you sleep good, baby?” he smiles.

She nods at him, “I didn’t like waking up on my own though,” she pouts, “like when daddy wakes me up.”

“Yeah? What about when mommy gets you?”

“I like that too!” she enthuses.

Despite her burst of energy she tucks her face against Seonghwa’s neck and makes the noise she always does when she’s sleepy. Seonghwa smiles sweetly at her and starts rubbing her back in soothing motions. You get comfortable next to them and rest your head by his shoulder, hopefully avoiding disturbing your daughter in any way. It’s odd that she’s still sleepy when it’s just past 9am but you won’t fight it. Your only worry is that it might interfere with her nap time.

“I think coming to practice with me yesterday really tired her out.” Seonghwa jokes quietly.

“Probably,” you smile, “she loves going though. The more time she has with you the happier she is.”

“She loves you a lot too.” he reassures

“I know, she’s very much so a daddy’s girl though.”

“Yeah, she is.” he muses, “I really wish I was around more often, I feel bad leaving you girls home when I go on tour or something.”

“You should give us more credit. We’re strong girls.”

“I know you are.” he chuckles, placing a kiss on your head.

You reach up and start playing with his hair. Your daughter lightly snoring in his ear, he’s made it clear on many occasions though that he doesn’t mind it. It just lets him know that she’s sleeping peacefully. You both stay quiet for a while just looking at each other and enjoying the peaceful morning. The rays of the sun still beat down on him gently and you can’t help but think about how ethereal he looks like this. First thing in the morning, no makeup or hair styling done. Just smiling with your daughter happily sleeping on his chest, he looks the most beautiful in these moments in your opinion.

“Hwa,” you whisper.

“Yeah, baby?” he responds immediately.

“How do you feel about another one? I love Eunji more than life itself but still, what do you think about another baby?”

“Anything with you and I’ll be the happiest man alive or dead.” he smiles, “Do you want another one?” “Well, maybe there’s already one on the way.” you smile softly.

“Are you serious, babe?” he beams rather loudly, “Another baby? It’s happening now?” “Shh,” you giggle reminding him that Eunji is asleep on him, “Yes, I just got the positive test a few days ago.”

You calm down your now very excited and very awake husband. The rest of the morning was spent talking about your hopes and excitement for the new baby. About Eunji and how much she’s grown in the past four years. How you’re so excited to see her and your unborn baby grow each day and how beautiful it will all be. Even about how the two of you will continue to grow and learn with the help of your children.

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atiny-piratequeen · 2 years

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6:15 PM

❀Pairing: Yeosang x San, Background OT8

❀Genre: Smut, Humor

❀AU: Night Shift Verse, Office Au, Established Poly Relationship

❀Rating: 18+

❀WC: 1.6k

❀Tw: Swearing

❀Sw: Nude Massage, Prostate Massage, Handjob, Temperature Play, Blowjob, Sex Toy, Cum Swallowing, Slight Exhibitionism, Body Worship Undertones, Hair Pulling

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“I should thank Seonghwa-hyung for teaching me how to do this, shouldn’t I?”

San’s voice is a deep hum as he slowly kneaded and worked out the tension knots in Yeosang’s back. The only verbal response he got was a muffled whimper into a pillow. Slowly, a smile came to his face as he kissed between his shoulder blades.

“You’re hiding your voice again. I think it’s really cute when you do that.”

San pressed down on a particular spot, and a pop followed by a surprised noise came from Yeosang’s body before a deep rumble followed it. San’s eyes turned into crescents as his smile grew, tossing one leg over Yeosang’s hips. He lifted his body and moved with a near methodical slowness, settling himself on Yeosang’s ass as he continued to massage him, thumbs pressing into the muscle, rolling in small circles that gradually got wider.

“C-can you move a bit lower, please?”

San’s hands drifted down to the small of Yeosang’s back, kneading the small of his back. Once more, he was met with a muffled moan as he worked and a thought came to his mind.

“Turn around.”

Yeosang lifted his head in confusion.

“You’re sitting on-”

San silently lifted his hips, smiling sweetly as Yeosang got the hint, turning around and repositioning himself, holding San’s hips out of instinct. San sat down, noticing the way Yeosang squeezed his hips before not so subtly trying to shift him upwards to sit on his pelvis.

San tightened his thighs around his waist and sent him a devilishly sweet smile at the deer in headlights look on Yeosang’s face.

“Ah. What do you think you’re doing? I have to give you a massage. You’ve had a long and hard day in the office today, and on your birthday, no less. The least I can do is help you unwind my love~”

Yeosang glanced down at San’s hips before meeting his eyes.

“I really appreciate the massage, I do, but my-”

“-cock is rock hard, yes. Don’t worry. I’ll get to that.”

The tips of his ears went red and Yeosang promptly zipped his lips, moving his hands away from San’s hips and watching as the slightly younger man continued kneading and massaging him, admiring his body silently. Yeosang’s eyes never left San’s face, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You’re staring.”

“I am. You working out with Jongho and Hoseok is paying off. Even if it is making you all tense and tight.” San met his gaze and booped his nose before moving back to his arms, tracing his fingers over the stretch marks the new muscle had created. Yeosang shuddered but relaxed into the pillow, nearly falling asleep from San’s talented hands until he shifted off of his lap and moved one of his oiled-up hands down to his cock.

The blonde’s eyes shot open-when the hell had he even closed them?-and he looked down, watching San slowly stroke him as he leaned forward, kissing the shell of his ear.

“The others should be back with your birthday cake and dinner in about half an hour or something like that. Are you ready for the fun part of this massage?”

“It’s my birthday, that’s part of the gift, right?”

A spark of chaos crossed San’s expression before he smiled and leaned in once more.

“You’re lucky your birthday is in the middle of the week or I’d ride you into the sunset but then we’d both have to miss work. Stay here.” He got up and darted out of the room, leaving Yeosang staring at his retreating form.

When he came back, he had a toy in his hand and two small bowls. Yeosang lifted his head to see better, realizing one bowl had ice, and the other had more warm oil. The toy was a small massager.

He watched San pop an ice cube into his mouth, blowing a kiss in his direction before he slicked his fingers up with the oil, slowly easing one into Yeosang as he held the vibrator onto the underside of his cock.

“Fuck-”

“Ah, don’t cover your mouth.”

Yeosang caught himself mid-motion, spreading his legs and bunching the sheets under his hand instead. San smiled and kissed his hip teasingly, cold tongue tracing i love you’s and little hearts along Yeosang’s skin every now and again.

“You’re t-teasing me on my birthday?”

“Ah, no. I’m massaging you on your birthday. You can’t rush these things, Sangie. I thought you were one of the more patient ones~” San teased, slowly working his finger in and out of Yeosang, bringing the vibrator down towards the base of his cock. Yeosang whined and twitched again, his cock brushing against San’s cheek.

San let out a faux sigh and turned his head, blowing cool air onto Yeosang’s cock and smiling as he pulled the sheets.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday. I’ll be nice even if you’re impatient.” He wrapped his lips around the crown of Yeosang’s cock, pressing what was left of his ice cube against his cock with his tongue as he added a second finger. He moved the massager down to Yeosang’s balls, humming around his cock as the birthday boy’s hand found its way into his hair, slowly guiding him up and down.

His lips fell open while his eyes slipped closed, the quiet, restrained moans from before growing in volume as San took him all the way, settling and stilling with Yeosang fully down his throat. He ignored the slight pull to his hair, watching Yeosang’s face.

His eyes remained closed, his chest rising and falling harshly as his thighs twitched at either side of San’s head. He didn’t pull his hair anymore, realizing San had no intention of rushing, despite the fact that Yeosang could feel his orgasm creeping up, especially after the man began curling his fingers up in come hither motions.

“F-fuck! San wait-”

San swallowed around him, rolling the pads of his fingers over Yeosang’s prostate, the vibrator still buzzing against his balls. To his credit, Yeosang still kept himself from bucking and thrusting down San’s throat, but it was becoming incredibly evident he wouldn’t last much longer.

San could hear the distant sound of voices in the house, and a small glance at the bedside clock brought a hum from him that made Yeosang twitch and whimper.

“-aybe upstairs?”

San purred and began moving his head, curling and massaging Yeosang faster than before, watching as his muscles flexed and trembled. Yeosang was a bit too polite for his own good, San thought. He could fuck his throat raw right here and San would probably thank him for it, but for now, he focused on this cock humming and swallowing around Yeosang.

“S-San pull up, I’m gonna cum.”

A huff left San’s nose, akin to a laugh as he doubled down his efforts, pressing his fingers hard against his prostate, eyes narrowing at Yeosang in offense even though the other man’s eyes were still tightly closed.

“Happy birth-”

“San!”

San felt Yeosang’s cock throb as he came down his throat, with Hongjoong stopping short, wide-eyed as he held a cake in his hands. Wooyoung and Yunho nearly knocked him over as they struggled to stop their walking, bumping into him as they watched San slowly pull off of Yeosang’s cock. Jongho and Mingi peeked around Yunho’s frame and Seonghwa leaned against the doorframe, head tilted to the side as San made a show of showing them the load he had in his mouth before swallowing, pulling his fingers out of Yeosang.

“Um…make a wish?” Hongjoong blinked, a bit flustered himself as Yeosang hid his face, beet red.

“S-sorry!”

Seonghwa laughed and slowly began removing his watch and rings.

“Oh, don’t apologize. I’m sure we can find fun things to do for the birthday boy after we eat cake. Or should we eat you instead?” The mocha-haired man raised a brow and Wooyoung grinned.

“San already got started.”

“Give him a few minutes, I’m sure he’ll be ready for a few more.” Mingi chimed in and Yeosang blushed and sat up, looking at San in concern.

“Did I hurt your throat?”

“No, actually you could fuck my face till I cry and I’d appreciate that just as much. Maybe more, actually.”

Seonghwa clapped and sent them a smile as Hongjoong looked from the cake to the bed, unsure if he should come closer or let Yeosang recover.

“As much as I love hearing San talk about being a cock hungry pain slut, we have candles to blow out before blowing Yeosang’s back out. San’s birthday is right around the corner for that.”

Yeosang hid his face once more, groaning as Wooyoung, Mingi, and San burst into laughter. Hongjoong smiled and came closer, holding the cake up. Yeosang peeked from between his fingers, looking at the cake. He noticed the small white chocolate mascot in the center with the flower on his head and smiled, looking up at them all despite the blush on his face and his state of undress.

“We love you, Yeosang. Happy birthday, baby.”

Yeosang smiled and lifted his head, accepting kisses from each of his boyfriends before Jongho handed him his slice of cake. His nose scrunched as Wooyoung smudged cake icing on his cheek.

He could feel at least two pairs of eyes on him as he ate, patiently waiting.

It may only be on a Wednesday this year, but they don’t call it hump day for nothing, he supposed.

Maybe he could turn up a bit late tomorrow.

Just a bit.

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jacksons-goddess-gaia · 2 years

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Poly Ateez x Reader Time Stamp

❖ Ateez, all members x gender neutral reader

❖ Comedy, Drabble

❖ No warnings

❖ wc: 342

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. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . “I am not getting in trouble for this again.” Seven pairs of eyes glared holes into his skull. “Nope you guys did this to yourselves.” Jongho shook his head, sipping his drink and watching the tv, feet up on the arm rest. The maknae was comfortable, not bothered by them at all. Wooyoungs irritation culminated in a throw pillow being launched at the youngest. “Careful!” Seonghwa snatched it from the air, stopping its clandestined meeting with a deocaritve bonsai. San gripped Wooyoung by the front of his shirt giving him a good growling shake. “Sorry-sorry-” “Okay enough fighting, lets just try and get this cleaned up, and figure out a proper apology before they get home in…” Hongjoongs voice faded away as he looked at the broken cat clock that could no longer tell the time. “An hour and thirteen minutes.” Thankfully Yunho piped up, holding his phones led display up for them all. “So you have fourtyfive minutes to clean up and pick something out at the shopping mall down the road since its 15 minute walk both ways.” Jongho input for them, pushing more popcorn into his mouth. “If they didn’t end up getting off work early like they wanted too.” Once again pandemonium broke out, as people leapt over one another to clean, get jackets on and find out what they could get. Jongho not stirring from his spot on the couch, after all this was the fourth time they’d broken something just this week alone with their shenanigans. He didn’t want to face your murderous rage, not when the one request you’d had when they asked to stay at your apartment and try living together fulltime had been to please cut down on the rough housing and not break things. He lowkey was looking forward to this, maybe he’d finally get some piece and quiet that night when you punished them all. Or even better, get alone time and maybe one on one romance in your room all too himself. That was something he was looking forward too.

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sunlightwoo · 1 year

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dangerous

pairing: mingi x g.n reader, some of unknown ateez member x reader

genre: angst | warnings: mentions of the bar, alcohol | rating: pg-16 | wc: 830

plot: you wondered what made him change his mind; why did he have to go away so quickly and so easily? was it because it was you?

a/n: idk what this was,,, and it’s been a while since i last wrote, but hopefully you guys like it!!

song ib: dangerous - madison beer

It’s too loud.

The familiar setting of you coming to this exact bar at least twice a week hits a little too close to home this time around, and the eerie feeling in your gut cannot pinpoint why it does. You had received a text from a friend of yours that you haven’t talked to in a while, unsure as to why he had texted you out of the blue. It wasn’t like he was obligated to still talk to you, when it was you that had broken things off with his best friend; he should’ve cut you off in the first place.

Yunho, however, was a man of wild cards as he had called you on his cell phone, incoherently asking you to pick him up and drop him off at his apartment in exchange for a coffee outing in the morning. You think you shouldn’t decline it in the first place, knowing that it’s the last stretch of final exams for the fall semester, and that you were just one semester away from graduating college.

But you hated this scene.

You currently stand out in the middle of the bar, looking for the tall man that had called you previously in hopes that you could just grab him and go, but nothing could ever prepare you for the sight that you were graced with.

In the corner of the bar you see him, the person that you once thought that you were going to have everything with.

Song Mingi was someone that came into your life almost unexpectedly, gracing his presence into your life at the same time that you had met Yunho. The two had almost come together as a package duo, and the you from years ago would’ve laughed at the idea of you being the one to break things off with the latter. However it was the idea of the future that had scared both you and Mingi that you had finally made a choice for the two of you; to go your separate ways before you can hurt the other.

The breakup was still fresh in your mind, as it had only been three weeks since you had seen them both and the rest of your mutual friend group. You thought that it would’ve been best to distance yourself from them all so that you could take the time to heal and love yourself better, but standing in the middle of this bar made you feel anything but that.

There was someone else in his lap, making out with him and he had been holding them closer to him more than you would’ve liked.

“Are you okay?”

The three words were said from behind you, and for some reason it comforts you in the worst ways possible. You turn to face an old flame of yours, one that you knew was also a victim in this case because from what you heard, he had recently gotten out of a relationship as well. The girl that he used to be with was someone that he told you not to worry about, but in this moment you realize that it was now him who was on your end of the stick.

You wanted to laugh in his face at his question, but you also knew that he once knew you on the back of his hand. He knew that you had been hurting inside, because this was quite possibly your last straw with falling in love with someone; and he had known you were dating for the long run, rather than just in the moment.

“Was it really that easy to let me go?” You whispered harshly, more towards yourself as you looked between Mingi who was now no longer in the spot that you had seen him in, and the person beside you.

The look of pity mixed in with guilt had said everything that you needed to, and maybe tonight was not the night where you could’ve easily picked up the pieces. Maybe you needed more time to heal, and to be away from them because now that you remember it, they were all in one friend group.

One was bound to tell the other sooner or later.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N, there you are!” You hear Yunho say from behind you, and for a moment you think that you were saved by his timing to get you out of the suffocating place, “Are you still okay with driving me back?”

You looked up at the latter with a fake smile, tugging on his sleeve to guide him out carefully as you left your past behind with all the unspoken words between you both. Maybe if you weren’t in such conditions, you could step forward and hear about all the things that had gone wrong between you two.

But for now, you think that it’s better to love yourself first, before you find it even more dangerous to fall in love with someone new.

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woobly · 2 years

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10:46 AM . . . 정우영 !

PAIRING. non idol! wooyoung x gn! reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship au WARNINGS. none WC. 535 words A/N. i've been rlly busy these days as college is now just around the corner so here's a quick read for fellow wommys <3

It was another lazy Saturday for you. Slowly opening your eyes, you immediately shut them again as the sunlight that shines through your bedroom windows and creates shadows on your curtains greets you an aggressive ‘good morning’. You turn around from the bright light to face your boyfriend, only to find an empty space and turned over blanket.

Feeling extremely comfortable under the warmth of your sheets, you sigh as you slowly get up from your bed and walk towards the bathroom. Finding it empty once again, you start wondering where he had gone.

The moment you open your door to your apartment’s hallway, the scent of food immediately greets your senses. Your mind wakes up a little from the smell as you walk towards your kitchen.

“Good morning,”

Wooyoung turns his head around to your croaky voice, chuckling as he sees you smiling with your eyes opening and closing slowly, putting all your body weight on the wall as you leant on it.

“Good morning. I hope you don’t mind me using your kitchen,”

Still feeling sleepy, you simply hum as you walk over to the stove where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his back.

It hadn’t been long since you both started going out—a few months at best—but long enough for you to be comfortable with showing your affection physically. Wooyoung had always been the more touchy one between the two of you, holding on to your arm and pressing his cheek to yours long before either of you developed any feelings for each other.

It’s not that you didn’t like physical affection; you actually love receiving hugs and any kind of skinship from other people. It’s just that initiating it can be a bit awkward and even scary. However, when it came to certain people, you wouldn’t hesitate to play with their hands (especially if they wore rings) or lean your head on their shoulder.

Basking in your warm presence, albeit a bit heavy from the way you were putting your weight on him, he sighs as he went back to his cooking pot and ladle.

“Slept well?”

You hum again as you deeply breathed in the aroma from the boiling soup.

Without thinking twice, you removed your arms from his waist and slightly lifted his shirt to place your arms underneath and wrap your arms around him again.

“Y/N?”

Opening your eyes, you notice that his arms had stopped moving and his head was turned to the side, eyes looking at your figure. When your mind finally wakes up and realizes that the skin you had been touching wasn’t actually yours, you immediately release him from your grasp.

“Oh! Sorry, I thought that was my stomach,” you chuckle as you moved to stand on his side instead. “Old habits die hard,”

“No no, do that again,” he said nonchalantly as he started moving around again. “I didn’t know you like me that much,”

You scoff as you hit his arm, causing him to laugh and smile brightly. Doing as he says, you wrap your arms around him under his shirt once again, leaning into him as he prepared breakfast for two.

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ateez reaction to ateez memes

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daybreakx · 2 years

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✄ pairing: frenemie’s ex! Seonghwa x gn! reader.

✄ genre: break up au, angst, fluff.

✄ summary: after being made into the villain, you don’t see an out of the drama you began other than breaking up with seonghwa, however, he’s not letting you go so easily.

✄ word count: 3.08k

✄ warnings: people being nasty to mc, drama drama drama, mentions of food, cyberbullying. this is unedited and i apologize in advance for any silly mistake.

✄ a/n: thank you so much to everyone who asked for a part two to The Rule Book, here it is! I hope you like this part as much as the previous one♡

✄ rule #1

It’s like high school all over again. Except for the fact that, instead of getting sent to the principal’s office, you got a meeting with HR and instead of detention, you got to an office of your own which you are sure was a utilities closet two days prior.

And you are shunned still, even after two weeks. People who had meaningless conversations with you while on a coffee break are now avoiding you, whispering every time you walk by about how they never thought you could be so heartless.

The worst part is that they don’t even like Eunhee, they just dislike you even more.

Okay, maybe the worst part is that you haven’t even told Seonghwa about how making your relationship public has turned out to be much worse than you expected at first. When it hasn't even crossed his mind that things could be like this.

He’s too busy with work, something that doesn’t bother you at all, if anything you’re grateful you don’t have to explain why you come back home on the verge of tears practically every day. Half the time it’s tears of rage, because Eunhee is thriving on this.

You see it in the way she smirks when she passes by your office, making the most to catch your eye. You see it in the way she celebrated when your boss suggested you spend more time writing posts rather than filming videos “for the sake of the work environment.” And you see it in the clearest way possible, when she decides to make a story out of you.

“Story time about how an ex-friend stole my boyfriend just to spite me…”

The audio narrated by Eunhee blasts from your phone and, after giving a little jump, you turn the volume down hurriedly. You’re alone in your apartment, but the embarrassment overlooks that tiny detail. You shouldn’t be looking at Eunhee’s profile, much less at her videos. But you can’t help it, because you know what’s coming, you know it’s about you. It’s the third video in a row where she tells the story of how she was ‘so in love with a guy…’ who she insists on calling “Mars”, and how a person messed their relationship up because they have always been jealous about her: Because she’s pretty, smart, creative, etc. At least she hasn’t given you a nickname. But her followers have, they call you all sorts of things in the comments, things foul enough to make your eyes fill with tears and your jaw clench just by reading the top three.

You wipe your tears and lock your phone. You can’t keep torturing yourself like this, you can’t bear it anymore. Are you really that much of a bad guy?

The phone rings and you jump again, clearing your throat to dissolve the knot in it before trying on a cheerful ‘Hi love!’ as Seonghwa greets you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, you can already picture the little furrow between his brows, the most obvious gesture of his concern, and a pang of guilt runs through you. This is childish, so fucking childish.

“I’m all right, why?” you chuckle weakly, but don’t give him a chance to follow up with an answer. “How are you? Are you getting home soon?”

“In a couple hours,” Seonghwa replies, his voice already tired. “Are you sure you’re okay, babe?”

“It was just a bad day at work,” you admit finally, biting the tip of your tongue to keep yourself from spilling anything else. “But it’s good to hear your voice.”

Seonghwa laughs softly and you chat a little more about your days before he has to go back to work, him still trying to cheer you up as best he can.

You’re grateful for him, and moreover, you feel your heart swell with love for him every time you’re together. You are in love with Seonghwa and he’s in love with you too.

So why are you thinking about leaving him?

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Seonghwa places a piece of cake in front of you, making a whole show of scooping icing on his fingertip to rub it in your nose gently. You force laughter distractedly as your eyes search for a napkin, you’re not in the mood to be playful, you shouldn’t even be at this party.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, passing you a napkin himself, suddenly bashful about annoying you. “Are you not having a good time?”

“It’s not that,” you rush to reply, wiping the icing with enough force to leave your skin irritated. “I’m just–” tired? stressed? overwhelmed? You don’t know which word to pick this time to describe how you’re feeling, having overused them already every time Seonghwa asks how you’re doing.

Your boyfriend frowns, running the tip of his finger down your sticky nose and feeling sorry again for bothering you. It’s clear you don’t even want to be here, and he doesn’t know what to do to change that. Maybe it’s been his fault from the start, for insisting that you come to Yeosang’s birthday party to introduce you to most of his friends and colleagues as his partner.

He’s ruining everything again.

“I think i’ll just call it an early night,” you decide before putting a spoonful of cake inside your mouth. “I’m not feeling well.”

“We can go home sure,” Seonghwa runs his hand down the back of your head, too conscious about his gestures now.

“No! I wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the party.”

The music starts booming again because people have swallowed their tiny pieces of cake and are back to drinking and dancing. It’s fun, you think, most of the people present are doctors and nurses and you can tell they’re making the most of their night off.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, swallowing more cake before getting up from the seat you’ve occupied most of the night. “I’ll just grab an Uber, and call you when I’m home.”

Seonghwa lets you go after saying goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. Maybe giving you space is for the best, maybe it’s what you both need.

But he knows it’s not.

Maybe he is in fact fucking everything up again, you’ve probably already had enough of him not calling or texting for great spans of time, of him being too tired to hold a proper conversation, of him getting sulky and preoccupied. Or to put it in a more simple manner: You just don’t like him anymore.

“Where’s y/n?” Yeosang asks as he approaches, San follows him closely with the camera of his phone aimed at both of them.

“They just left,” Seonghwa explains,feigning lightness. “They didn’t feel so good.”

San raises both eyebrows at this. “Are you two fighting?”

Seonghwa shakes his head, although unsure. “It’s nothing.”

But San is the person that knows you best, maybe this nothing is something and you have told him. Seonghwa just has to get him alone for a bit, try to get him to talk. He discards the idea as soon as he gets it, what the hell is he thinking? Harassing your friends in common for answers to a problem he hasn’t bothered to bring up directly with you? He’s an idiot.

“You two look great together,” Yeosang blurts out awkwardly.

“Thanks,” Seonghwa chuckles, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. He should go home too.

It finally happens one Friday when you’re on the subway. Your stomach is already roiling with anxiety as you approach the stop that will leave you two blocks away from your workplace. You used to love your job, even with the slightly long commute and the lack of respect to your actual working hours. But now the mere thought of setting foot on your office makes the back of your head hurt and your tongue dry, it’s torture. And you know today will be worse because it’s finally happening: Eunhee is going to reveal who is the foul person who ruined her relationship with the love of her life.

You should have blocked everything about her 10 part story the moment she started spewing lies (which was the very first second of part #1) but something made you addicted to knowing what else she said. The regret that you still felt about potentially hurting her, maybe. Or the fear of confirming every time that people thought you were the scum of the Earth.

But if Eunhee actually tells everyone who you are, things are going to get real bad. Worse than they have been for the past month. People have been vile to this, so far, unreal person who made little innocent Eunhee so sad. When they can put a face to this villain, when they know their name—your name, they’re not going to stop until they see blood in the water.

Eunhee smiles as she crosses you in the hallway, her pink mug filled with coffee to the brim, which she spills in a small puddle at your feet. The splash stains your shoes and manages to burn your toes a little.

“My bad,” she says with a small gasp, the smirk still on her lips.

You bite the tip of your tongue so hard it almost bleeds. You want to yell at her to stop, you wish you to have an actual fight. Not even over Seonghwa. Over how exploitative and manipulating she’s always been, how self-centered and selfish she acted through the poor excuse of a friendship you two had. You want to erase that smugness wholly, you want her to know what it feels not to get away with everything, just for once.

But things are so fragile right now that you know the moment you confront her, your face will be all over her 20k follower page.

You’re letting her bully you, and it’s so humiliating you step out of her way and rush to the bathroom, where you clean your stupid shoes and cry.

There is one solution to this, and you don’t need Eunhee to tell you what it is. You have to break up with Seonghwa. Seonghwa who probably has started to dislike you anyway. Thanks to your prickliness and avoidance, and the huge abyss of miscommunication you single-handedly created.

“I think we should break up,” you break the bubble of awkward silence that surrounds you by making things worse. You’re at your apartment, sitting on opposite ends of the living room, Seonghwa with a cardiology book on his lap while you scroll through your phone, anxiety driving you to refresh Eunhee’s page every three minutes.

You want to pause though, the moment the words leave your mouth. You break up with Seonghwa and then what? Tell Eunhee the deal is done and that she please, please, leave you alone? Let you enjoy your job again and not talk about this whole telenovela she has written by herself ever again? You know she won’t take it, it has earned her the attention she has always wanted. The attention she never stops craving.

Seonghwa closes the book slowly, gaining time to gather his thoughts, yet the only thing that comes out of his mouth is: “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing!” you gaps, which is a stupid thing to say. You don’t break up with someone who has done nothing wrong. “I just– I don’t think this is working.”

Seonghwa gets up from his seat and crouches in front of you. “Seriously,” he lowers his voice. “Please tell me what I did wrong.”

Your heart aches at the fact that he’s taking the whole blame, and you want to yell at him to not be an idiot and admit that you’ve been the worst partner to possibly exist. Especially this last month.

“Was it my job? I’ll try my best, y/n. I promise I’ll try harder–”

“It’s not you,” your eyes burn with unspilled tears, “How can you even think it’s you?”

“It’s usually me,” Seonghwa says lightly, but you can tell it hurts him to admit he’s always the one to ruin his relationships. “I– I’m sorry, what can I change? I–”

“It’s me, Seonghwa, are you serious?” you don’t even know if you’re sad or angry anymore. You hate him a little bit at that moment for thinking he’s to blame. And you hate yourself too, for not telling him the truth.

His eyes examine you for a whole minute, trying to figure you out, break you out into little pieces as if that way he could finally get into your brain. But your phone buzzes on the table and both your focus breaks, you jump to grab it, dread coming over you.

“Tell me what it really is then,” Seonghwa says, his hand closing his hand over yours, the one that’s holding your phone shakily.

And it is about time you break down. Because you feel so goddamn stupid. This isn’t high school anymore, yet you’re letting a mean girl step on you without telling anyone. You feel bullied and scared and alone.

So the only thing you do as you sob is give your phone to Seonghwa, open in Eunhee’s newest video where she finally says your name and reminds everyone of where you two work.

The worst is coming.

Seonghwa tends to feel inadequate very often. Which is very surprising for someone who appears very self-assured most of the time and whose job is to be confident in his decisions. But he doesn’t think he’s ever felt worse than at that moment, as he scrolls down the horrible comments that people are so quick and brave to make about you. The best ones, if they can even be called such, call you a homewrecker, the worst ones threaten to harm you with their own hands. He has left you to deal with this all alone.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, holding you as you still cry. “I am so, so sorry.”

In the end it is his fault, his frankly insane ex-girlfriend is making your life an actual living hell and he had no idea.

“Please quit your job,” he begs next, shaking his head. “We’ll figure something out, but please quit your job.”

The hate messages have started to pile up in your personal profiles, and people don’t take long in finding out who Seongwha is. But he’s not getting the same treatment as you are. You manipulated him, he’s not at fault here. He’s a handsome doctor who didn’t know any better.

Seonghwa feels physically disgusted as he keeps reading everything these people have said about you. Everything Eunhee has made up. Honestly he has no idea of how you’ve managed to put up with them. And with him, because guilt is starting to eat him up, he feels responsible for putting you through this.

“I love you,” he whispers once you’ve calmed down, his arms still wrapped around you. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this alone.”

You want to shrug, but it’s been enough of trying to downplay it. This has hurt you deeply, more than anything else in a very long time. But you’re grateful Seonghwa doesn’t say ‘you should have told me,’ or ‘you could have stopped this.’

He takes a deep breath, running his fingers through your hair. “We’ll figure this out together, y/n.”

San wants to tear Eunhee apart. And he might have, had he not known it would mortify you even more that he caused a scene, but as he enters your workplace, Seonghwa has to place a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to Earth.

They’re picking your stuff up, you sent your resignation letter a couple days back and your boss and HR sighed collectively. Those cowards. So they said it was okay if you didn’t show up yourself to clear your desk and finally free the supply closet, but they also didn’t think you’d send your (still) boyfriend to get your stuff. It wasn’t your plan either, but Seonghwa needs to clear a lot of things up with Eunhee.

Both guys make themselves busy with putting your things in a cardboard box, trying to rush through it until Eunhee shows up at the door, ready to feign surprise until she realizes it’s Seonghwa who’s standing in front of her.

Suddenly she’s not so brave.

Yena is looking above her shoulder at San and Seonghwa, and grimaces when the latter walks toward the door, but doesn’t let Eunhee slip away. This might get interesting.

Seonghwa wants to say so many things. Things that will hurt Eunhee the way she has hurt you and your relationship. Things she will not forget in a long time and will keep her up at night, the way they keep you up with anxiety and overflowing thoughts.

But this evilness isn’t really in him. At this point he just wants Eunhee to leave you two alone, so he turns back to the desk and finishes cleaning it up.

Eunhee lets out a sigh and a sufficient appears on her face, she’s won.

“You’re a liar,” Seonghwa calls before she’s able to walk away. “You are a crazy liar, and if you ever talk about y/n again, I will make sure you regret it.” He's probably digging his own grave, knowing Eunhee, but someone needs to stop her. And he doesn’t care about whatever she’ll make up about him.

It’s San’s turn to hold Seonghwa back, they’re finished here. And she’s not worth it.

“Crazy bitch.” he whispers anyway, because it’s the least he can do.

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The hate messages have become less and less over the course of weeks. There are people who have come out in your defense, yours and Seonghwa’s friends. Other ex-boyfriend’s of Eunhee, more people she has bullied and stepped on to get her way. They have exposed her as crazy, manipulative, as the snake she truly is. But the worst one yet is Yena. Eunhee completely forgot they were two sides of the same coin, and Yena exposed every single lie she told about you and Seonghwa, not because she wanted to clear your name, but because she knew she’d get every ounce of attention Eunhee lost.

You don’t care anymore. It’s a miracle your relationship has survived this craziness, and you don’t want to get involved with them ever again.

Your relationship with Seonghwa isn’t perfect, actually. But you have made rules of your own, and these ones you follow perfectly.

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armysantiny · 2 years

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22:50 – 홍중 (Hongjoong)

Minnie's notes; so I was initially writing this for my boyfriend...and then shit happened in my own life so I ended up writing it for me too go figure

Looking up from his late-night coffee as the front door opened, the smile that crept onto Hongjoong’s face melted into a concerned frown when he caught onto his boyfriend’s exhausted expression. Setting his mug down and padding his way across to the sofa, Hongjoong reached his hand out, taking y/n’s hand in his own as he waited for his boyfriend to mention what was wrong.

“Work sucked…stupid clients and their stupid demands.” Resting his head against Hongjoong’s shoulder, y/n played with the ends of his sleeves, the pout on his face deepening the longer he thought about his day. Humming in confusion when he was pulled to his feet and gently shooed in the direction of the bedroom, y/n turned to a determined looking Kim Hongjoong.

“I’m confused…”

“You go take a bath and unwind, and I’ll get the living room ready, c’mon, go~!”

Waiting for the last of the popcorn to well, pop, while y/n relaxed in the bath, Hongjoong took another look at his carefully crafted blanket and cushion pile across the sofa and living room floor. It was the epitome of comfort and all that was missing was the popcorn and Hongjoong holding his boyfriend in his arms. Bouncing on his feet while he watched the last few seconds tick by, Hongjoong popped open the microwave door and the now-ready bowl of popcorn to the table, a pleased smile on his face as he looked upon his handiwork. All that was missing was a certain y/n—

“Joong love…did you set all of this up?” His jaw hanging as he took in the sight in front of him, y/n blinked back grateful tears as he wrapped Hongjoong in an impossibly tight hug. Burying his head in the shorter man’s shoulder while Hongjoong pulled him in the direction of the sofa and the mass of blankets, y/n watched in stunned silence as Hongjoong turned on his favourite film.

“We’re watching Pretty Woman?”

“Uh huh! Figured you needed to unwind…and I’m kinda coming round to the film.” Hongjoong admitted, the grin on y/n’s face increasing tenfold.

“I knew it! I told you you’d like the film!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know – watch the film you…”

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escapewriter · 2 years

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part 2 - wont be so bad

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yunho x reader

genre : fluff, angst, humor, smau, fake dating au, strangers to lovers

warnings : swearing

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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: lead vocalist & guitarist!Seonghwa x fem!reader x lead bassist!Hongjoong

Genre: fluff, comfort, soulmate au, rockstar au

Rating: PG

Warnings: language, mentions of stress

Summary: After hearing your boyfriends so stressed on tour for months you can’t be any happier than you are now with them back in your arms.

Word Count: 409

requested by; @umbralhelwolf (sorry again for cutting so many things out of this)

for The Cafe request event

The moment you hear the door click open you nearly trip over yourself as you make your way to the front door of your home. You nearly burst into tears seeing both Seonghwa and Hongjoong wearily walk in. You can see the exhaustion written on both of their faces but Seonghwa still gives you a weak smile. Barreling into them you hold them as tight as you possibly can. Hearing what their thinking is something special you will always cherish.

When you first realized you could hear both of their thoughts you thought something was wrong. Someone was going to get hurt in that situation no matter what. Then they admitted that they both heard each other and you. It all clicked and from then on you were happily a set of three soulmates, despite how rare that occurrence actually is.

“I was so worried about you guys.” you sigh into their chests.

“We know baby, you worried more than you did anything else.” Hongjoong teases.

“Speaking of, Seonghwa are you okay? I heard you thinking about the logistics and safety of the concerts after that talk with your manager.”

“What talk with our manager?” Hongjoong interjects, “Was I already asleep, how did I miss that?”

Seonghwa sighs and pulls you away slightly so he can look you in the eye. He kisses your forehead before speaking.

“It was nothing, really, the second to last stop our manager was concerned about the heat and the safety of our fans. It really wasn’t that stressful.” “Seonghwa,” you hear your other soulmate call in a strict tone, “we can both hear your thoughts, it was stressful for you. We both know how much you care about our fans.”

He shakes his head and looks down, “I’ll never learn will I?” he jokes.

You smile and place a kiss on each of their cheeks before taking their instruments from them. Carrying the cases into their in-home studio you place them down each in their respective spots. Both men follow behind you knowing exactly what you’re planning but not daring to ruin your plan.

“Well, you’re home now, how about instead of stressing out about past experiences we go cuddle and get some rest? I can see and hear how exhausted you both are.” you smile brightly at them.

Neither of them verbally responds but hearing them mentally you know they’re both more than happy to be home and to be with you.

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years

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8 drops of poison: Prologue

Pairing: Ateez (OT8) x GN!Reader; Genre: Angst, Fantasy, Vampire AU; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: Ateez are vampires, blood, hints of death; Wordcount: 979

Summary: Vampires have been a story of the past - a myth even - to most of humanity, but not to you. Your family were the peace keepers between vampires and humans for centuries now and everything worked just fine - at least you thought - until they invited you to their castle.

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Years after hiding from the surface, years after staying as far away as possible from humanity, eight of the highest ranking vampires met with a human representative. Eight of the highest ranking vampires were about to meet you.

The existence of vampires was nearly forgotten after so many years. Accidents were covered up efficiently with animal attacks, missing cases or even serial killers. Humanity only talked about them as creatures of the past, some even saying they were only a myth.

But you knew better. Your family had been the peace keepers over centuries now, making sure any dispute would be resolved immediately. Once you turned eighteen you took over the business and so far it hadn’t been that eventful.

So when you suddenly received the request to meet them, you were more than just surprised. You were stunned and unable to process anything for several minutes. Once it subdued the nervousness set in, spreading through your whole body.

You’ve been shaking ever since. It got even worse when you set foot to the underworld. A world hidden in plain sight of humans, yet nearly nobody ever found the entrance to it. You had looked around before, making sure nobody followed you, but as soon as you entered you felt like a dozen eyes were trained just on you and your every move.

You took a deep breath and stopped in front of the large entrance of the castle in front of you. Your hand quivered as you raised it to knock at the door, but before your knuckles even touched the dark wood the door swung open and revealed a tall handsome man with dark brown hair. He smiled and invited you inside, leading you through the castle hallways.

If you hadn’t been that nervous you might have paid more attention to your surroundings and where you were going, but your nervousness and your mental circuit after seeing that man made it impossible for you to focus.

He led you into a large hall, which reminded you of the throne hall from King Arthur, a round table in the middle of it where seven other men sat, waiting.

“Welcome”, one with red hair said, grinning brightly as he offered you a seat right next to him, “it’s delightful to finally have a face to the name.”

“And such a pretty face as well”, one of them said with a cheeky smile, winking at you when you made eye contact.

“I- uh, thank you for inviting me.” You turned back to the one with red hair, nodding shortly to showcase your gratitude.

He nodded as well, a small smile still playing over his lips, before he introduced himself and the seven other men at the table. “We invited you to make a proposition to you.”

You scooted to the edge of your seat and leaned forward, intrigued by what they had to say. At the same time you felt a cold shiver running down your spine, the eyes on your body just too strong for your little heart. You swallowed thickly, trying to push that sensation to the back of your head. You watched Hongjoong explain their proposition, your eyes trained on his lips, but all you could hear was white noise.

Your eyes switched to the others, seeing how they nodded in approval. A burst of panic ran through your body when all of them stared at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. Your eyes widened and your heart rate shot up, making you even more nervous.

“Excited?” Seonghwa smirked and placed his chin on his hand, tilting his head to one side as he watched your reaction. His gaze dropped to your throat before he locked eyes with you again.

Your mouth felt unusually dry while you slowly but surely drowned in his intense gaze.

“So what do you say?” San asked you, sounding almost nervous. He looked at you pleadingly and before you knew it, you nodded and said yes.

All of them grinned and stood up, surrounding you in your seat. Jongho stepped right in front of you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. He pinched into your cheeks until you opened your mouth.

You felt incredibly small sitting right in front of them, even smaller with all of their hungry eyes on your form. You squirmed in your seat but didn’t move too much from the pressure Jongho had on your jaw.

“Don’t move too much or you’ll hurt yourself”, Mingi whispered into your ear as he leaned down and placed his large hands on your shoulders.

You made a small sound in the back of your throat to show you’d understood. Your eyes flicked around again, landing on Yeosang as he raised his finger to his lips, smirking when he saw your attention on him.

The others followed his movements, all baring their sharp fangs now.

Instead of panicking you watched them with fascination.

Hongjoong was the first to pierce through his skin until he drew blood, moving his finger above your mouth. You followed that movement intently, staring at the little red dot on the tip of his finger until the blood dropped into your mouth.

The seven other members did the same, each of them letting one drop of blood fall into your mouth.

The taste of iron spread over your tongue and for a second you thought whether they just wanted to poison you with these eight drops but you couldn’t feel any malice from them.

Jongho let go of your jaw once you swallowed and stepped back, just like everyone else except for Yunho, who walked in front of you and grabbed your cheeks with his large hands. “Sorry for this”, he said with a pained smile, “we’ll see you in a bit.”

The last thing you heard was a loud crack and then everything turned black.

x | The beginning (Ch.1)

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sunlightwoo · 2 years

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light a flame (sequel)

✁ pairing: fire king!wooyoung x g.n!reader

✁ genre: dystopian au, elemental au, angst, fluff, soulmate au, slight strangers/enemies to lovers warnings: lots of fire mentioned, semi-major character death, fires, attempted major character death, temporary amnesia rating: 16+

✁ wc: 8.7k

✁ plot: you were constantly on fire under his burning gaze, ironically while being in a fire kingdom. behind his intense gaze, however, was someone that you used to know, the same person that was supposed to be your soulmate that the universe had gifted you with; but instead stood a person filled with ashes and hatred for you.

✁ a/n: hii guys!! here i present the wooyoung version of my fic (babylon)’s sequel!! again i hope you guys liked this as much as i did, and if you would like to read the original/sunwoo version of this fic, it’ll be linked under this very text box!! thank you again~

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He was the fire that was able to ignite an entire kingdom full of ashes; one touch and everybody would crumble to his feet. At least that was how you remembered him.

“Wooyoung’s alive. He’s been hidden for a while now, but he’s alive. We have to go find him now.”

San’s words have echoed in your ear for days on end since then, up until this very moment where you had been sitting in front of the television facing towards you. Your eyes never tore away from the screen, creating a burning sensation that stung the corners of your vision as you struggled to blink because of how restless you'd been feeling.

It was the middle of January that you found yourself somehow in the middle of a kingdom that produced nothing but heat, making you wonder how it was even remotely possible in the first place. The entire idea of it seemed unrealistic, but the longer that you’d been in this fiery environment with nothing to do, you were hit with the harsh truth as you realized that you hadn't planned to find him.

You remember your first day entering what you have learned to be named, Ignatius, the kingdom that was built from the ground up by a man wielding fire powers. The rumors of him coming from the heavens; to his origins from hell were constantly spread, but no one had ever seen what he had looked like because of his hidden identity; only his name.

“Y/N, are you okay? You haven’t blinked in a while.” You hear someone call out to you, making you do the said action as you turned your head over to where San had been staring at you worriedly.

The poor boy had been with you all this time, watching as you had been beating yourself over the fact that you had lost Wooyoung for years now, only to learn that he had been alive all this time. He felt guilty towards himself, in a way, for withholding that information from you, but it was better that way due to the promise that he made to the younger before everything had gone downhill.

“Yeah, I’m okay. How long have I been zoning out?” You mumbled, raising your hand towards your eyes to ease the burning sensation. The sound of San clearing his throat before speaking up again made you feel uneasy for some reason, but you disregarded it as you were out of it at the moment.

“Don’t worry about how long you've been zoning out. Can you turn the tv volume up a bit?” He asks quietly and you nod in response as you grab the remote to do so, feeling his presence beside you as he decides to sit on the couch to see what had been on the tv while you were spacing out.

‘Breaking news. Our ruler, Jung Wooyoung, has called for an emergency meeting in the Ignatius Fire Palace with his right-hand man and chamber. We have no information on what was discussed at the meeting, but we do have a public statement from the fire king for the first time since the beginnings of the kingdom itself, as this is his first official sighting. Here is what he has stated.’

Your heart drops at the sight of Wooyoung suddenly appearing on the television screen, all color from your face draining as your throat becomes dry just looking at him and his matured looks. It hits you all at once with the realization that he was still alive, but there was something different in his eyes as the camera panned over to his stern face that can only show nothing but a solemn and powerful presence.

It was as though he was a robot, rather than the same human that you had fallen in love with years ago.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m your fire king, Jung Wooyoung. As you may have known, this is my first public appearance. I have called this public announcement to be aired soon to inform you all that something will be planned soon for the future of the kingdom, and whether or not you will join me is entirely up to you,” He says into the microphone with such poise, that you couldn’t even recognize who this new Wooyoung was.

It felt foreign to you.

“There are consequences for actions, as our motto may state, as there are eyes everywhere to watch your every move. You’ll find out soon, in time, who I truly am with my actions. And with that, goodnight everyone.”

The tv shuts off as the last image of his slight smirk at the end of his sentence haunts your brain as you were trying to process what had happened in the last five minutes of your time. He was alive and he was out there somehow still doing something that you had yet to know of, along with the potential of him remembering anything before the big accident that must’ve caused his powers to happen in the first place.

Tears brim at the corner of your eyes just thinking about the incident from years ago, making you wonder what things would’ve been like if it never happened in the first place. You were supposed to be with your soulmate, living happily as normal individuals, but instead of that you had to live in the tragedy that the rough reality was giving you now. There weren't any more status rankings in class, but there was still the unsettling feeling of loss and heartache that resided in your heart the longer that you weren’t with him.

“I talked to him today, as they mentioned earlier,” San speaks up once again, making you veer around to look at him with a small smile as you motioned for him to go on, but you couldn't help but feel as though life had been unfair to you right now.

“He has had selective amnesia, Y/N… for years now. When I asked him about you, he didn't remember anything about you, but somehow he still remembers the others and me since I first found him again.”

Nodding in response, there’s a small breath that escapes your lips as you try not to feel emotional or irrational because of what he had just informed you. Wooyoung has no recollection of who you were, which meant that he doesn’t even remember the fact that you were both bonded as soulmates.

“Then why am I here, San? Why did you bring me here, if not to suffer by not being with him, if he doesn’t even remember anything about me at all?” You ask him, wanting to know the answers to all the questions that you have been holding back out of fear of what those answers will be and how much more hurt you’d be from them.

“He, I think, would want to meet you, or at least is willing to get to know you again,” He points out, trying to at least be hopeful in the situation and you give him a small smile as he tries to comfort you by pulling you into a warm hug.

“The two of you can rebuild what you had back then, and we can start that by going to the fire palace tomorrow.”

You raise your eyebrows at him wondering where he had this idea in the first place, or how long he must’ve conspired the plan, knowing that despite his position in Wooyoung’s inner circle, you were going to be the talk of the kingdom. You were simply a stranger to all of them, and no one, but San, knew who you were. You were about to walk into what seemed like another world, a world in which you had no place being.

It was practically like walking into a lion’s den with meat rung around your neck, but worse because everything and everywhere was somehow connected to fire.

“Fine. Let’s go in the morning after our market run, but any funny business and I’m going back here to pass away.” You say with a sarcastic tone as you look at him, feeling a small flick against your forehead as a small laugh escapes your lips.

“Yeah, yeah, you dramatic baby. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Everything was absolutely not okay.

You stood outside of the Ignatius Palace with sweaty palms, your blood running cold as reality was slowly hitting you and your stomach churns at the thoughts of what might possibly happen today. The next few moments felt as though it was unfolding right in front of you in slow motion, and you didn’t want anything to start yet. Were you even ready to face what you had been desiring to see these last few years of being away from the world?

“You ready, Y/N? He’s inside waiting.”

Your hand was unknowingly hovering over the door knob, mind unsure as to why you were hesitating when you have been waiting all these years to see him again. Were you scared of the fact that something bad was going to happen, or that you were setting yourself up for an outcome so bad that you should have never been here in the first place?

Turning around to look at San, who had been giving you a small smile this whole time to reassure your emotions, you could feel everything weighing down on your hand as you weren’t sure where to even begin to place everything together. All because of the barrier between you and whatever was behind this door.

Would he be the same person that you knew?

Once you opened the door, you quietly stepped in to see a more grand version of a castle that you never could’ve imagined creating. In contrast to the actual environment that was outside, you were greeted with cool air, like air conditioning, as you took every small step closer to what you assumed was the foyer.

Eyes scanning across the walls and decor, there was another path from the entrance that you noticed had led to another room. The moment you step in, however, causes you to feel regret that you did so; tears were pricking your eyes and your heart seemed to beat out of your chest, unsure as to how you were going to keep your composure now.

Every single emotion that you have concealed overtime suddenly began to spill out for you to expose, making your breathing heavier and wavering the more that you kept your eyes on the portraits that were openly displayed on the walls. Each and every frame held a pristine name in a plaque of the boys that you were once friends with; the very same ones that had sacrificed their lives the day that you had been taken in by the soldiers back home and given the chance to win at survival at the expense of theirs.

“They’re realistic, aren’t they?”

The sudden voice that enters the room sends shivers down your spine, the smoothness of it allowing for goosebumps to prick your skin, but you refuse to turn around. You could already feel his warm presence standing beside you as the two of you had been standing in front of one of the portraits, one that you recognized as Hongjoong’s while all the memories you had with him had also resurfaced into your mind.

“It was hard to get these painted, since there weren't many printed pictures of them all,” He remarks before turning to you and you notice how the moment that you both had locked eyes, everything felt different.

You knew that you jinxed yourself the moment that you started to walk through the doors.

“The painter was talented, weren’t they? If only they were all here to see these for themselves.”

All the words fell past your lips and instead were stomped on as you were at a loss for the syllables and phonetics to explain what had been going on in your mind. Instead, you take in all his beauty that was in front of you, the feeling of taking something for granted settling in your chest as you wondered how he became like this in the first place.

But to be fair, you had also contributed to this as well.

“So you’re the king, huh?” You mumbled quietly, finally making eye contact with him as you could feel his gaze burn into your soul, trying to see what your true intentions were as you, personally, had been struggling to keep a simple composure.

“You must be special then, if you’ve never heard about me. San didn’t tell you?” He muses, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You could feel the unsettling feeling in your own lungs the moment that he had said them.

Of course you have heard about him, you knew him.

It was evident that he didn’t recognize you, making you realize that he had never remembered you the moment that he must’ve been alive again. The realization makes your heart weigh heavy in your chest as tears slightly prick the corners of your eyes once again, but you disregarded them by clearing your throat before continuing once again, hoping that maybe this time around you could be more sure about yourself… or him.

“He told me what I needed to know, don’t worry about me-”

“Then there must be a reason why you came here in the first place,” He says, smirking before heading out of the room first with his hands before his back and with the way that he walks away first makes you want to gravitate to follow him.

“Aren’t you going to come along, sweetheart?”

His words make your face flush at the pet name before you slowly trail behind him, unsure of where he would be leading you in the castle. You looked around your surroundings as he had directed you to who knows where, but it wasn’t until the two of you had started going up stairs that brought your attention back to realize that he was taking you upstairs and you wondered where he wanted you to go with him.

The door that he suddenly opens leads to the rooftop, or at least some part of the roof that was part of the castle and he motions for you to sit down beside him, close to the ledge. Your feet stay grounded as you look out towards the view to see what he sees everyday; flaming red fire that never seems to burn out or disintegrate from its own fumes.

It’s quiet as the two of you stare out at the kingdom, neither of you deciding to say anything but instead letting the loud silence overtake you both. You weren’t sure what to say in the first place, trying to take in the fact that he was still alive and well in front of you. The only thing that was different was the fact that he didn’t remember you, and this time he was a fire wielding individual that held power in his own kingdom, in which he had built from the ground up.

You didn’t know this Jung Wooyoung.

“Those people on the wall that you were looking at earlier… How did you know them?” He suddenly asks you quietly, finally breaking the silence that was looming over the both of you, as if you both weren’t sitting on the roof of the castle that was overseeing the rest of the kingdom.

Your eyes glance between him and the buildings in front of you as everything slowly settles into your mind. It seemed as though he had everything he could even ask for in the first place as you knew that you couldn’t take that away from him, not when he seems to be content with what he has in his hands now; which was why you decided that maybe you should start to let go the ghost memory that you had of him… slowly.

“They meant everything to me, the same way they were everything to you.”

You decided to stay, at least for the sake of San’s convenience.

After that first day of seeing him again, the idea of running away was more appealing to you. It was up until nightfall that San had found you on the rooftop still about an hour after Wooyoung went back inside. The argument he made about you possibly being able to help him regain his memories was a possibility that could happen, and you think that it’s pathetic of you to use that as your excuse as you had been in the fiery kingdom for these last two weeks.

However that must not have been the case if you weren’t in a room full of people who’s gazes could cut through a knife.

Today was a meeting that was meant to be between Wooyoung and San with a new group that was rising within the kingdom itself, wanting to hear out their demands as they heard from insiders about a possible rebellion. You knew that San was relieved about the fact that they had sought them out quickly, but to what extent were they safe, given the fact that the demands the groups had asked were a lot to even wish for.

“There’s no way I can do that.”

His words were cold enough to send shivers down your spine, recognizing that tone as one where he wanted to cut to the chase. You experienced this side of Wooyoung more than enough, considering he had been nothing but cold to you the entire time that you’ve been staying and you wouldn’t have been here either; it was because of San's faith and hope that made you stay.

“Why? Are you scared that even you, the most powerful king, can’t handle a little fire?” The leader of the group tauned, smirking as the toothpick in between their teeth ever-so-slightly moved to the corner of their lips whilst pressing their hands to the table, looming close to Wooyoung, “How cute-"

“Don’t test me right now, Kyungmin. You know damn well that it’s not safe, considering power is harder to wield for the wrong purposes.” Wooyoung threatens, shooting daggers at the younger but neither of them decided to stand down from their stare off in the tension filled room.

He was right though.

The plan that Kyungmin and his crew had supposedly come in to ask Wooyoung to create was a subsidiary fire environment that would rule under another leader, one that wouldn’t have to abide by the rules of Ignatius. It would’ve required a lot of power and strength that you all know Wooyoung was able to wield considering he built his kingdom from the ground up, but he knew that by listening to Kyungmin’s wishes would only create more chaos than it should have been.

“Afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of your precious angel-”

“Get out of here, Yang Kyungmin, before I make you leave right now.”

There’s a louder silence as you could feel your face heat up from what was just exchanged, unsure as to what had just happened. You turned to make eye contact with San, who was just as confused as you were, until his face became more stern, getting ready to immediately press his walkie to call the guards outside of the room for standby to get rid of the group out of the secluded meeting room.

Before you could even blink, they suddenly all disappeared from your line of sight, leaving you alone with Wooyoung in the room as you watched him try to collect his thoughts from the side. You weren’t sure what to do at the moment, considering you didn’t have the right to even comfort him since he was still cold to you, but maybe…

“Do you want to go take a walk?”

Your small offer made him snap out of whatever trance he was in, making him turn his head over to where you had been standing with your hands behind your back awkwardly and he let out a breath. However he seems to take in your offer, for once, as he motions for you to head out first, until he shuts the door behind you the moment that you leave past the door frame. The sound of it slamming behind makes you jump in surprise before you’re turning to face the door with a frown on your face.

So much for turning things around.

A breath escapes your lips as you turn to head back to the room that you had been staying in these days, walking past the servants that looked at you with a grim look on their faces knowing the history you had with the boy earlier. You couldn’t help but remember your first night here, knowing that it was a rocky start and that was when everyone had pieced it together from then.

It was a quiet dinner when San had called you down to eat with him and Wooyoung, the thought of it seeming harmless as you walked out of your room after showering. You were wearing clothes that one of the maids had left out for you to wear after grabbing some from the shops within the kingdom, luckily fitting you as you walked into the dining hall with ease as though you had been living here your entire life.

To be quite fair, it was built exactly the way that you both had talked about before in the past.

The memory of you and Wooyoung spending countless nights talking about your future together was nothing but an empty promise, you remembered planning each distinct detail of the building. If only he had remembered you instead of the architecture, you thought to yourself, taking a seat on the opposite side of Wooyoung, as the only seat open seemed to be beside San.

From what you remember, the dinner was quiet as the three of you had not spoken with all of the servants surrounding you guys. Nobody had spared a single thought out loud and instead were sounds of each of you quietly eating your dinner in peace. It wasn’t until you slightly turned your head to lock eyes with San that he made a small motion with his eyes to make some small talk, as if that were going to help make the dinner less awkward.

However, it seems as though Wooyoung had seen through your little exchange as he shot daggers at you both through his gaze before setting his utensils from his grip. He lets out an exasperated, but also exaggerated sigh in which you could tell was dripping with sarcasm before he decides to break the long awaited silence that was just meant to be broken.

“Are you two going to do this all night, or do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He breathes out, making you freeze in your spot considering you didn’t think that he would directly call you both out on it.

“Damn, what's up your ass?” You mumbled before stuffing your food-filled fork into your mouth. For a split second you could hear San stifle his laughter, just as you can hear Wooyoung silently grumbling to himself before standing up and taking his dinner to where you presumed was his workroom.

And from there on out, it had been nothing but coldness from him this whole entirety of your stay.

You shut the door quietly once you had finally made it back to the room, letting out a breath that you unknowingly had been holding in before sliding down against the door. Being around him felt like it was asking for too much of your energy, your mental one, to even bear with his now newfound disruptive and cold aura, because you could only hold onto the idea that he might remember for so long…

It was at this point where you were pretty sure that at this point, the old Wooyoung wasn’t going to come back.

Your eyes trailed over to where you had some of your stuff on the nightstand, away from wandering eyes because only you had decided to keep it there out of reach. A picture frame, as easy and cliche as it sounds, had rest upon the nightstand as you walked over to hold it in your hands, looking at the image itself to reminisce how easy it was back then; it was easy enough to be around him, to even tolerate the fact that his presence was something that you had been looking for all your life because you were meant to be soulmates.

The universe had a really cruel way of playing with your heart at this moment, and you wondered what you must’ve done in your past life to end up this way with the burning feeling of emptiness in your heart. Rather than an inflation of love spewing in it, replace one that you could only identify as bitterness, envy, as you wondered why you couldn’t be with your soulmate like everyone else could, and why you lived through what you did.

It was to the point where those thoughts had drained your energy, forgetting when you had fallen asleep in the middle of the night on your bed with the picture of both you and Wooyoung on your first anniversary in your hands.

Something felt off.

There was an overwhelming silence as you were currently walking around the palace, finding yourself wandering into the room that you went to when you first arrived here about a month ago. The portraits of the other boys stared back at you with a sense of familiarity, making you wish that they were still around to also help you and San guide in helping Wooyoung regain his memories from back then. So far in a span of a month, nothing had progressed in gaining them back except for the fact that something shifted in your relationship.

Since the day that he had shut the door on you after the meeting with Kyungmin, his demeanor seemed to have changed as he was awkwardly not cold to you anymore. There were many attempts in which you assumed was trying to make peace with you, but you weren’t sure considering he had only left after giving or telling you something that would’ve caught you off guard; assuming that he must’ve felt embarrassed to.

The silence in the room feels comforting, for a moment, as you scanned the portraits the same way that you did then and tears fill your eyes with the overwhelming emotion of remorse; the consequences to save not only you from dying back home and himself was the cost of other peoples’ lives.

Was it not selfish of you both to go through Wooyoung’s plan? What if-

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

The soft voice of someone entering the room breaks you out of your trance as you quickly turn around in your spot to face both Wooyoung and San with smiles on their faces. Your eyes looked down to see the red frosted cake that was in the elder’s hands and a bouquet of white roses in the latter’s, making you wonder why they took it upon themselves to have this celebration for you in the first place.

“What did you both do?” You hinted, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you raise an eyebrow at their antics and you notice the quick exchange of eye glances between them.

They were definitely hiding something.

“Can’t we celebrate your birthday in peace?” San jokes before motioning towards the cake that was still in his hands, making you realize that they were lit up for a moment as you stared at the flickering flames.

“Make a wish, Y/N!”

You hesitate for a moment to think about what you wanted to wish for this year, but there was only one that came to mind as you looked between the boys and the cake in front of you. I wish that Wooyoung would come back, you thought to yourself, locking eyes with the boy himself as you blew out the candles with a heartbroken smile.

As much as you had wanted your wish to come true, it couldn’t. Amidst the warm smiles, you locked eyes with Wooyoung as he handed you the bouquet of roses while San went off to grab a knife to cut proper slices of cake for the three of you.

Silence filled the room like it always had whenever it was just the two of you.You felt something shift as his fingers brushed against yours in the exchange, and what you always felt from his cold touches happened to be more warm. His eyes gazing into your own, an unfamiliar feeling settles in your chest as you try to maintain the eye contact that he had initiated in the first place until he breaks the short lived tension.

“We got you strawberry cake. It’s your favorite right?” He muses, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You don’t remember telling him such a small detail about yourself, making you think that San had told him.

“I had a hunch, so I went along with it.”

His words answered your thoughts as you looked up at him curiously, unsure how he knew that you were questioning him. Once San came back into the room with three slices of the aforementioned strawberry cake. The tension in the atmosphere dissipates as you take the slice from his hand and bite into it, savoring its sweetness and the slight bitterness of the strawberry on your tastebuds.

“This is actually really good.” You muttered to yourself in awe, turning to face them, small smiles lingered on their faces between bites.

“Wooyoung actually made it-.”

The four words nearly made you slightly hiccup as you nearly choked on the cake, but the two of them had helped you stop choking as Wooyoung instantly offered you a glass of water which had been brought in by one of his servants. The two of you exchanged a look, considering you were very weary of his kind actions, but nothing else was said as you took a gulp.

“Was my baking really that bad, that you started to choke?” He joked, making you look at him in confusion and you wonder who this new Wooyoung was.

“No, it’s fine,” You mumbled as you set the water back to where it had originally come from, taking the cake back to your bedroom in silence.

When you were out of both their sights, both Wooyoung and San exchanged spare glances before the younger let out a soft sigh before slowly following you back to your room. As he walked down the familiar path, thinking about everything that had happened in a span of a month. Today he had made it his mission to get you to forgive him for everything he had done to you since then, considering he was nothing but cold and closed off.

He’s faced with your door as he hears small sniffles from the other side, making his eyebrows furrow at the sound before staring down at the roses he happened to still have in his grasp. Raising his hand, he knocks on your door gently, hoping that maybe he wasn’t intruding on what must’ve been a vulnerable moment for you until he hears slight shuffles to where the door was as it opened to the sight of you.

“What do you want, Wooyoung?” You mumbled, looking at him in confusion.He had seen the way your eyes were rimmed with red; indicating that you must’ve been crying as soon as you had gotten back to your room.

Was he the cause of it?

“Want to take a small walk with me?” He asks you softly, offering you the bouquet of roses as he watches you contemplate for a moment before nodding your head in response.

You open the door wider so that you could take the bouquet from him and he takes a few steps away from your door, motioning for you to go first when suddenly you slam the door shut in front of his face. He was baffled for a moment, unsure as to why you had shut the door on him in the first place, but he remembers the day that he had done that very same thing to you after the meeting.

“Karma’s a bitch, Wooyoung. Thanks for the roses, though.” He hears you voice out from the other side of the door. Silent once more as a small smile blossoms on his face.

He can’t bring himself to admit that you've been plaguing his mind, your presence alone making him less concentrated on his duties and instead understand why you still continued to stay when he has only been cold to you. However, the past few weeks have been filled with blurred dreams of him with someone’s voice who had seemed so distant, yet their presence felt familiar to him.

He wasn’t sure who it was, but one thing for sure was that somehow it all went back to you. He pondered as he walked back down the corridors to his workroom.

Why were you still there waiting on him?

You woke up to chaos erupting outside your window.

Your comforter was immediately thrown to the side of your bed as you scrambled to your window, seeing a group of people attempting to barge into the palace, visible anger emitting from the crowd. Your blood runs cold as you could see their leader, Kyungmin, standing at the center, his shouts louder than anyone else’s. You could hear him demand to see Wooyoung from inside.

At the same time, you could hear people pacing around the palace to help prepare for what might be a massacre, but you didn’t want to think about that. Instead you left your room to head towards San’s quarters, knocking on his door loudly, hoping that he could spare some answers but when the doors had finally opened, you were instead greeted by the sight of Wooyoung.

“Why is Kyungmin here?” You immediately asked, concerned about the safety of your best friend and the latter in front of you. You noticed he was dressed in protective gear, and that’s when you had realized that this must’ve been serious.

“He wants to charge the palace and take my powers for himself. Y/N, go back to your room where it’s safer. Let us handle this.” He says, starting to stalk past you until the moment that you quickly grab his wrist to stop him, turning his figure back around to face you.

“No, let me help you guys-”

“Y/N, it’s too dangerous for you to be here, just go back.” He argues and for a moment it feels like deja vu all over again from the last time you were both here in this situation; the one that had cost the lives of all your friends for the sake of your own.

A loud beat of silence overtook you both as he waited for you to back down, hoping that maybe you would actually go back so that you wouldn’t get hurt from what was yet to come. This specific scene playing out in front of him felt familiar as well, making him unsure as to why it did when he looked into the pained expression behind your eyes. However before he could say anything, your fingers brush away from his wrist and he watches as you turn away to leave him back down the corridor without another word.

You were going to show him that you were more than capable of handling yourself.

Not wanting to sit back this time, you went back to your room with intent in your mind as you looked through your stuff to find protective gear yourself along with some sort of staff that could help defend you later on. You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself into, but you were absolutely sure that you were going to be ready for anything when you faced the crowd later.

The moment that you were graced with the view of the crowd was almost too anxiety-inducing, considering there were so many rebels under Kyungmin’s leadership that filled the foyer. They were fighting against the guards that had been doing nothing but trying to safely stop them without physically hurting them, but it only became worse as you noticed someone being crowded in the corner of your eye.

With every strength that you could manifest, you reeled your arm back before reeling the staff over your shoulder to where the crowd suddenly scattered the moment that you launched it, watching as all eyes were now on you. Smoke erupts from the tip of the staff you'd just thrown, leaving everyone else to rush out of the palace to retreat from the scene except for two rebels who had been left behind.

Your eyes scan for both Wooyoung and San, realizing that they were both on opposite ends of the spectrum as Wooyoung had been defending himself against two of the rebels from the leftover crowd. Unfortunately for you, you felt as though time had slowed down the moment that you finally were able to find Kyungmin, remembering his presence as you notice him slowly creeping up on San, who had been distracted with regaining his vision from the smoke.

“San, look out!”

Your words seemed to come out hoarse, because the moment that they escaped your lips was when you let out heavy coughs from the smoke slowly coming up to where you were. Everything unfolded in front of you as you watched San quickly turn to shoot Kyungmin in the stomach, watching as the latter cripples in front of him as he stood in front of the now dead corpse.

You rushed over to where San had been standing, but it wasn’t until you watched him turn around to see that he had been clutching his stomach as there was a large gash bleeding through his shirt. A gasp escapes your lips as you catch him the moment that his knees give out on him, not wanting to touch the dagger that had been stabbed into his stomach but you were afraid.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help you get Wooyoung to remember…” He mumbles quietly, labored breaths escaping his lips as you shake your head in response,tears haphazardly escaping your eyes.

“No no no… you weren’t supposed to get hurt this time, San-”

“Hey, it’s okay, Y/N,” He says while wiping the strands of hair away from your eyes and you couldn’t help but let sobs escape just as the sounds of someone’s rushed footsteps run over to where you were, “Wooyoung-”

“San, you’re not dying on me now,” The younger states almost immediately, but the moment that Wooyoung had touched San’s wrist to at least help fasten the healing process there was nothing that came out of him, making him realize what it had meant.

“It doesn’t hurt, I promise. You don’t have to take my pain away anymore… ”

He lets out a weak smile and looks at the both of you, two cursed soulmates, with fondness in his eyes and you couldn’t help but think that it was your fault because you didn’t warn him fast enough. Reaching out to hold both of your hands, he gives you a small look before motioning for you to move in closer so that he could whisper something to you in secret as his last wish.

Wooyoung notices how your eyes widen in surprise, but you were silent the entire time throughout the exchange between you both.

“I… I can’t-”

“Trust me, Y/N… You’ll be happy again.” He weakly smiled before his eyes had finally grown heavy, fluttering shut slowly as neither of you had said anything.

You felt as if your world had finally crumbled down, the only person that had been there to support you throughout the last few years had left for good. Now that he was gone, you weren’t sure what else you were meant to be doing at the fire palace that you had grown to adjust to when the person who ruled the kingdom in the first place was giving you mixed signals.

“He’s going to be taken to a friend of mine, Taehyun the ice king. His ice palace is far away from here, but they’re going to see if they can turn his ashes to ice after the funeral… You should go to sleep, Y/N. We’ve suffered enough, after today.” Wooyoung breathes out quietly, glancing over to see you still frozen in your spot where you were still looking down at San’s now still body on the blood-stained palace floor.

But the moment when he reaches out to you is when you turn around and leave him; not a single word leaves your lips as he watches you disappear back into depths of the hallways without realizing that he never asked if you were okay in the first place.

The room ironically felt cold, despite being in the palace of fire.

With your knees up to your chest, you could only stare at the ground in front of you blankly as the last couple hours of the previous night were catching up to you. You felt lost and empty as you wondered where everything had gone wrong. Ever since the moment that you had stepped foot into the cursed place, you could only blame yourself for the passing of your best friend. While everyone else was at the funeral that was currently being held, you were alone in your room.

You shouldn’t have been there in the first place, but the same could've been said about him, if the both of you weren’t there, he could’ve been beside you right now. You remember how cold San had felt in your touch as you heard about how Wooyoung’s men took him to another kingdom made of ice, to try to help sustain his supposedly faint heartbeat, but you were pretty sure that he was long gone now.

There was no way San would have survived the incident or the trip to the ice palace, and it was all your fault.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you thought to yourself that you should’ve never come here in the first place, despite San’s wish for you to try and convince Wooyoung to remember his past. Was the entire trip worth it, when it came with the cost of not your life, but the one person that held your reality with a sense of hope? San was dead, and you didn’t know what you were supposed to do. There wasn’t anyone else in the world that you could live with, especially not if your own soulmate couldn’t even remember who you were.

You tear your eyes away from whatever you had been dozing off to and turn toward the newly placed vase of white roses in your room, remembering how both San and Wooyoung had gifted it to you for your birthday prior to everything. Taking strides toward the elegant vase, you could feel the tears stream down the apples of your cheeks as you picked up one of the rose stems, noticing the thorns had been cut off prior to avoiding you from getting pricked by them.

How considerate.

The rose in your hand felt heavier than it looked. You knew this was the last memory you had of San, and what was a better way of remembering him than finding him in the afterlife? The window was ajar, giving you an opportunity to light the rose with the flames covering the sides of the palace, waiting a moment for a flicker of light to set the rose aflame before pulling it back inside.

Taking the small flame on the white rose that was in your hand, you slowly let it roll out of your hands as you watched vibrant colors waver in front of your eyes. The fire igniting from the small flower was the only thing you kept your eyes on as the innocent white color began to churn, slowly burning from the intensity of the fire’s magic. Streaks of fire slowly enveloping the entire room you were in.

A small breath escapes your lips as you let out a weak chuckle, thinking that this might be the last thing you remember. The heat was slowly getting to you, the ashes and smoke that were filling the room clouding your thoughts. The last thing you remember before blacking out were flashes of your life flashing before your eyes momentarily, reminding you of your tragic love story that you had set alight.

The smell of smoke, however, fills Wooyoung’s nose as he walks down the hallway to greet you for dinner, but something feels off. He could see smoke slowly filling his gaze, his eyes darting over to the origins of it as he recognized it to be your room. It was as if his feet had carried him on their own before his brain could even process it, because almost instantly he arrived at your door in a split second.

It was locked, he tried to jiggle it open, but the moment that he felt the extensive heat on the palm of his hands, it was as if he had been shocked by not lighting, but new memories that had surged from the back of his mind. His hand burned slightly as he let out a yelp, making him pull away from the doorknob, until suddenly his head began to hurt; the more that his blurred dreams from the last few weeks became more apparent, the clearer the memory became .

It was you.

You who had been with him years before, being with the rest of the team and by his side. It was you who he had made promises to and never intended to break, the person that he knew was supposed to be with him for his life because he knew that the two of you were meant to be; soulmates. You were his soulmate, and here he was, finally remembering you after so long when you must’ve been suffering this without him.

“Y/N!”

His shouts blocked out the loud thuds of him attempting to break open the door, and if it weren’t for his aching shoulder, he would’ve given up. However, the fires that were slowly engulfing the room that made the door even hotter and after one more big shove, the door finally burst open as he darted into the room, bringing you out of the burning death trap.

You were unconscious in his arms as he tried to get you out as far away as possible from the flames that he had diffused with a quick movement of his hand, bringing you to his bedroom where he knew he had spare equipment. There was soot covering your body from head to toe, but Wooyoung’s only concern was to make sure that you were still alive as he delicately placed you on his bed.

He immediately checks your pulse, feeling the light beats of your heart still pulsing in your veins and he instantly feels relieved that you were still with him. Resorting to giving you CPR, he continues to attempt to resuscitate you as he mentally prays to himself that you would be okay until your eyes finally shot open. Grabbing out a glass of water for you to drink, you slowly take it from his hold but your eyes were on his shaking body as he had tried to process what had just happened.

“What were you thinking, Y/N? You could have died!”

“And you should have let me.”

“Why should I, when I had just gotten you back?” He argues back and there’s a silence that engulfs the both of you as he can sense that you were frustrated with him.

However, he was just as frustrated considering he had regained all his memories, and right when he did, he had almost lost you again; just like he did during the time loop in the past.

His words felt as though they were twisting both your heart and your thoughts as you couldn’t help but let tears stream down your face. You wanted to believe him in this moment, that he suddenly had gained all his memories and that this was the Wooyoung that you loved, the one that was your soulmate until the very end. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him as you stared at the man in front of you in disbelief while you felt yourself being brought into his chest to console.

You didn’t stop him from doing so, because you were still confused. You wanted to hate him, for putting you through so much and for the endless heartbreaks you suffered through. But at the same time, you wanted to feel relieved. You wanted to believe in the fact that he had finally remembered you and your entire past together, but you were still uncertain…

“You don’t remember me, there was nothing that would have worked. You can’t be serious right now, Wooyoung, of all times. San’s dead, and just when I was going to go find him, you saved me from that. Why would you save me, when you should’ve just let me go?” You cried, feeling yourself hiccupping in between your words but you could feel him gently wipe your tears as he had slowly rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I burned an entire world for you, and I'll do it a million times again if I have to. You might think that I’ve forgotten, but I finally remember… I remember when I first loved you, and I remember nearly dying loving you.” He declares, still holding you close into his chest as you found comfort into his fast heartbeats that were thumping in your ear.

You felt as if your heart would explode, chills raising the hairs on your arms as you suddenly felt teardrops into your hair. You instantly looked up to see that he started crying, an instinctive feeling in which you moved your hand up to wipe the tears away from the apples of his cheeks, but you still felt weary of this moment as you couldn’t understand why it was when you were on the brink of death, that he finally regained all memories and saved you from dying again.

“If you really remember everything about us… what's one thing that we both did before we broke the time loop that we were stuck in?” You whispered quietly, refusing to meet his eyes as you knew that he was racking his brain for answers.

“I held you one last time, hearing you say that you had loved me and were willing to trust my plan to make sure that you wouldn’t die again on my watch.”

It was as if the universe had finally healed as you could only feel warmth from him and everything was finally coming together with the right pieces. He tenderly took your hand into his and placed a gentle kiss on each of your knuckles, making you feel as though you were rejuvenated once again now that he was finally back.

“Are you really back, Wooyoung? After the last month of hell, and losing our best friend because of everything… is our soulmate bond actually rebuilt just like that, because you saved me again?” You whispered softly, clasping onto his hand and squeezing it slightly.

You could see the corners of his lips curl into a beautiful drawing that could paint your mind forever.

“You’re the only one for me, Y/N. It was always you, and it always will be.” He smiles gently, leaning in to kiss you and within the kiss, you could feel a familiar burning passion that you recognized to be only from him as you kissed him back; this was where you were meant to be.

In his arms and only with him.

He was a fire that was able to ignite an entire kingdom with one touch, yet with you, he was the one that finally crumbled to his own feet. He had set fire to a world around him, ready to bring everyone to their horrible downfalls if they were to ever deceive him, but never had he once let a flame touch you; his one and only untouchable blue flame.

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