#SF9 Fanfic

[slytherinshua]

HOLD ME TIGHT

genre. a little tension but not truly e2l. mutual pining/misunderstandings. kinda fluffy. entirely based on motorcyclist!zuho. warnings. briefly mentioned that zuho & reader are spies/assassins. wounds and injuries mentioned (not in detail). zuho is hot (and cute) and rides a motorcycle. pairing. zuho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n. originally got the idea from the lyrics of 'tight' and @eternalgyu's delusions 😭 but it strayed a little away from the first inspiration... hope it's still okay tho

“As long as you hold me tight, we’ll be good.” Juho’s deep voice filled your ears as if in a daze. You forced your head to nod to him, though you had barely processed his words. You weren’t in the best of circumstances at the moment— having gotten beaten up pretty badly just an hour before. Your teammate had been in a different area, and only found you once he was done with his portion of the mission. At least you had taken out the enemy, though.

Now it was just a transportation problem. You couldn’t ride your own motorcycle back to base considering your condition. This forced Juho to clench his jaw and offer for you to ride with him. He didn’t want to. Frankly, he didn’t want to have any reason to even talk to you, but he kept being assigned the same missions as you, so now, here he was.

You didn’t really annoy him. Well, maybe a little— but not in the way people usually did. You were clearly very good at your job, and your charisma was clear in the way you carried out every mission. Juho would be lying if he didn’t hold a lot of respect for you. He was known to be a bit cold to the team, rarely ever talking to anyone besides Taeyang. He particularly avoided you, only because whenever he was in your presence, his brain didn’t seem to think straight.

In short, you distracted him. A lot. He wasn’t one to catch feelings on the job, especially this job, where the circumstances were always teetering on the edge of life or death. But it seemed like you broke all his rules. He had encased his heart behind a thick metal wall, yet somehow, you had already started making a dent in it.

You didn’t think anything of the way he was glaring at you— you couldn’t think of a time when he hadn’t glared at you. But you weren’t appreciating the way your inebriated mind was racing with a thought. Just 1 thought.

Baek Juho looked hot when angry.

Given that you were bleeding and not entirely sober at the moment, the thought was beyond absurd. But it was probably because you were injured and intoxicated that those thoughts allowed themselves to enter your mind.

You were dizzy as you clumsily pushed your body up onto the back of the motorcycle. Juho waited until you were on and secure to take his seat. You tried to put on your helmet, but due to your slight head injury, you couldn’t put on your helmet without worsening the open wound. You heard Juho curse under his breath as you winced in pain.

“I’ll drive safely. Ditch the helmet.” He commanded, sliding on his own helmet and revving up the engine. “I’m not going to start until you’re holding on.” He muttered. Your brain caught onto his annoyed tone, and you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, just slightly gripping his jacket.

“That’s not gonna do a thing.” He commented, grabbing one of your hands and moving it to his waist. Your breath caught up in your throat. In order to hold his waist securely, you had to rest your head against his back. His rather attractive, strong, broad back. You were screwed.

Juho finally started driving once you were holding him as tight as he felt necessary. You were thankful that it wasn’t too much of a windy night, otherwise the breeze would’ve been sure to agitate your wounds. There wasn’t much you could talk about over the sound of the motorcycle, so you kept silent. As you sobered up, you grew evermore aware of how tense Juho was. Was he always this rigid?

To your surprise, when he stopped the motorcycle, you weren’t in front of your team’s base, but instead, a small house. Juho cleared his throat seconds after he had stopped, bringing your attention to the way you were still clinging to his middle. You quickly brought your hands away from him in embarrassment, catching your balance as you got off the vehicle. You were still in a lot of pain, but at least your head was clearer than before. A good 2 am drive did wonders for your mental health.

“Make yourself at home.” Juho said as he opened the door to the house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Juho’s home, but you definitely hadn’t bargained that it would be this… warm.

The first thing you were met with when you stepped inside was the meowing of a cat. A light orange short haired cat soon appeared from another room, mewling up at Juho, quick to give his legs affectionate rubs with his head.

Juho coughed, “Don’t mind Huru. I haven’t been home in a while. I hope you’re not allergic to cats?” He queried, looking back at you as he picked up the cat in his arms, cradling the little boy lovingly.

You were dumbfounded. The Juho in front of you was like a completely different person. You tried to rub your eyes to see if you were just seeing things when you caught onto a smile on his face. Baek Juho smiling. Your teammates would think you were crazy if you told them about this later.

“N-no. I’m fine with cats.” You mumbled a late response to his question, standing awkwardly at the doorway. You had discarded your work boots, but now didn’t know where to go or what to do. You felt like you were intruding. Juho was always a very private person. No one but Taeyang really knew much about his personal life. Yet, here you were, welcomed into his living space by the man himself.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left. There’s a kit in the cabinet. Bring it out and I’ll patch you up.” Juho instructed, his tone much softer than earlier on the mission. It was weird, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like the change. There was a comforting sense with the way he was talking to you… almost, a fond look in his eyes?

You found your way to the bathroom, finding it pristinely clean and organised, as if you were at a hotel. This was something you did expect from the man. The rooms at the base would probably be a pigsty if it weren’t for Juho’s efforts to keep things tidy. You located the first aid kit in the cabinet where Juho said it would be, and brought it back out to the living room.

You sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for Juho to come back. You could hear him rustling in the kitchen. While you were waiting, Huru got curious of the new person in the house and came to start sniffing you cautiously. He jumped up on the couch next to you, investigating you before settling down in a meatloaf position next to you.

Juho came back seconds later, smiling widely at the two of you, “As expected. Huru also has good taste in women.” His eyes held a playful glint as he took a spot next to you on the couch. He got out the supplies needed and started working on the head wound first.

You had been patched up many times by your teammates. It was uncomfortable, and more than not, extremely painful. Most occasions were time sensitive, so there was no room to be careful and gentle when the goal was to stop the bleeding enough to get out of the dangerous situation.

The way Juho was handling you, though, was extremely gentle. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, enough to prevent any extra sting from the disinfectant. He was doing a better job making sure you didn’t feel pain that you would’ve been able to if you had to patch yourself up.

It felt strangely intimate. The small living room, both of you sitting close on the 2 cushioned couch. Huru watched both of you carefully, squinting cutely at his father every once in a while, making Juho smile back. You stayed silent for most of it, until the question became too overbearing for you to keep in any longer.

“How come you’re so warm?” The question came out a little hesitantly, and you gulped down the uncomfortable lump that formed in your throat once you got the words out. Most of the nervousness came from Juho’s expression. He kept a poker face, but confusion soon spread on it as he met your eyes.

“Warm?”

You were forced to elaborate further, fiddling with your hands as Juho set down the blood soaked cotton swab he was holding, “You’re… surprisingly… pleasant to be around?” You offered up the thought, not quite sure if you had articulated it how you would’ve liked, but it would have to do for now.

“Was I not before?” He responded, picking up a fresh roll of bandages and dabbing at a bleeding spot on your arm.

“Well. You were always so reserved? No one would’ve guessed that you lived in this cozy space with a cute cat and a collection of colourful ceramic mugs.” You mumbled. 

Juho stiffened, “You noticed the ceramics?” 

You smiled a little, “They were all lined up so nicely on the shelf in the kitchen… It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cute. Juho had never been called cute before. Cold, unfeeling, rude, professional, reliable, stern. Those were all words he could easily attribute to himself. But cute? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, not liking how you were seconds away from delivering the final blow to the damaged and dented metal wall around his heart. It was seconds away from becoming disfigured beyond imagination, all because of 2 words.

“I see.” He whispered throatily, trying to catch his breath from the unmistakable tension in the room. “You must be tired. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announced, snapping shut the first aid kit and leaving to put it away before you could protest him.

You decided to just go with it. You didn’t have energy or courage to object to anything Juho said. Despite the warmth he had given you tonight, he was still intimidating at times. If he flashed another smile to you, you were sure you’d end up doing something you’d really really regret. 

Lying down on his bed felt like something you were definitely not supposed to do. You were trespassing on his privacy by being here. You should’ve asked him to drive you home instead of letting him let you stay over here. Your brain was racing with the overwhelming thoughts. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Juho came in dressed in pyjamas. He held a mug of hot tea in one hand and some clothes in the other. You could tell he had showered by the way his hair was still wet, and you willed your brain to stop screaming about how attractive he looked like that.

“I thought you might appreciate some tea. And it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your uniform… though I’m sure you’ve done it before. I brought some clothes just in case you wanted to change into them.” He explained shyly, setting down the cup of tea and clothes on the bedside table and quickly saying goodnight. Just going in to give you those 2 things had his stomach twisting and turning in nervousness. The effect you had on him was undeniable.

The tea made you sleepier, and the clothes were incredibly comfortable to sleep in, albeit a little big on you. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep once you relaxed into the soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Your body desperately needed the rest, and you were thankful that there was no work to do tomorrow.

You woke up to Juho’s face dangerously close to yours. You would’ve shrieked in shock if it wasn’t for the sleepiness evident in his eyes. He clearly wasn’t in any state to do anything to you. His eyes weren’t quite closed, but his eyelids drooped down almost all the way. He must’ve also just woken up.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you in an incredibly deep, sleepy morning voice. His eyes had fallen shut again, but he could feel your stare against his face, and he couldn’t help but curve one corner of his lips up.

“I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?” You asked, bewildered at the closeness between you two. It was impossible to want to move, though, given the ache in your body from the past day’s injuries.

“I didn’t mean to… I must’ve been too tired when I came to check on you a couple hours ago.” He whispered. Your response was interrupted when Huru jumped up on the bed, purring contentedly and headbutting Juho’s cheek incessantly. You giggled at the sight. The way Juho closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face, trying (and failing) to get Huru to settle down, was the most precious sight you had seen.

You sighed, “Thank you for your hospitality. I guess I should probably get back to my place now.” Your lack of motivation to actually leave was clearly evident to both you and Juho. Your apartment had always felt a little lonely. You didn’t have the time to decorate it or pick up collecting hobbies like Juho’s ceramics. Neither did you have furry companions to wake you up with affection in the morning. If things went exactly the way you wished them to, you would be able to stay with Juho just for a little longer. His presence right now was more comforting than anyone else's.

Juho sat up, thinking for a second. It seemed as if he could read the thoughts your brain was bringing up, as he suddenly asked, “Do you have plans for later?”

You shook your head.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile. You couldn’t possibly say no to the sight. His bed hair, soft pyjamas, and contented sleepy face— you were sure he was trying to make you fall in love with him at this point. He was the cutest person you had ever seen.

“Are you asking me out right now?” You asked with a smile, an elated feeling bubbling in your chest.

“Only if you say yes.” He responded, impatient to hear your response. 

“Don’t worry. Going out for coffee with my handsome coworker sounds like a great way to spend the day.” You mused and Juho laughed, mirroring the happiness that you felt.

Since you had met Juho, you had always thought he was cold. His sharp features and serious stare gave off a strong impression, and since he didn’t make much effort to get close to people, that unwelcome belief of his personality lived on in your brain for a long time. But it only took that one coffee date to entirely change your perspective on him.

No, Juho wasn’t cold or rude or impolite. He was warm and friendly and so, so cute. He talked a lot about his cats and his childhood— his interest in music, and, of course, his ceramic mugs. He listened intently to everything you had to say. You talked for hours at the cafe, and then for even more hours at home. You kept talking and talking and talking— always finding more you wanted to say; neither of you getting tired of the company.

After that day, Juho no longer looked at missions assigned with you with distaste. Instead of suppressing the fluttery feeling that you summoned in him with just your mere presence, he welcomed it. He smiled a lot more; enough for your other teammates to start to question his switch in behaviour. You had slowly but surely dented the wall surrounding his heart, and now, he gladly let you in, letting you fill every corner of it with warmth and love.

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[kitty-woo]

ummm i need rowoon fics STAT in desperate dire need of it (particularly smut) or i’ll go crazy and write every single scenario in my head. the problem is, i can’t do that right now i need to focus on getting my degree but this man is driving over the edge i’m about to hit the brink of my sanity and have a mental break down bc of him. SOMEONE HELP PLEASE send recs pls anything i’m begging on my hands and knees

#sf9 #sf9 smut #sf9 fanfic #rowoon #rowoon smut #rowoon imagine #rowoon x reader #please anything i need it all

[icequeenbae]

Now or Never (m) KIS KSW

Pairing: Rowoon (Seokwoo) x Reader x Inseong

Polyamory AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, softdomvibes!Inseong, creampie, threesome, facesitting (messy oral, I warned ya)

Word Count: ~4.5k

Summary: If your partner is ignoring your needs, is there anything better than having another partner to tend to them?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s note: Hi hi hi!! I feel like I haven't been posting for ages, so I'm super happy to finally be back ❤️ So... This time I bring something different (big thanks to my beta @baekshoney for bearing with me 🙃). AHHH so nerve-wrecking!! Anyways, this is my first non-EXO (non-Baekhyun??) story on here, which I had dusting in my gdocs for some time. Since I am about to hit 500 followers, I felt like it is as good of a time as any to experiment a little~ I really really hope that you enjoy it! Don't worry, Baekhyun stories are also coming!!

Since it is a different fandom, I just want to state my usual greetings - I am Ri, very chatty and welcoming of all asks/ comments/ questions etc., please don't be shy to reach out! Okay, it's getting too long, I'll just leave you to it hehe

It has been two hours. Two torturous hours since you’d gotten home, ready to pounce, and your boyfriend Seokwoo was still not giving you anything but crumbs. Apparently, his friends waited for weeks for this day to come since he was too busy to play during the promotions, and now he was gaming like crazy for much longer than you were willing to tolerate.

At first, you took the opportunity to soak in a nice hot bath and take a relaxing shower. Then you took your time applying all of the skincare, hair products and whatnot to give him some extra time to finish up. You checked on him while your face mask was on, yet his session didn’t seem to be nearing an end. When you were all done (and slightly disappointed by the lack of attention), you rejoined him on the living room couch, looking for ways to distract him and coerce him to call it a day for his gaming. However, your advances didn’t produce much of an impact: Seokwoo simply nodded, asking you to wait for a bit longer.

He didn’t even glance your way. His eyes were glued to the screen the entire time you were ‘interacting’. Seokwoo was so deep into his game that he didn’t even notice the way you glared at him for 10 minutes straight before the noise came from the entrance.

‘Kids, I’m home!’

At this time, you were quite upset, so you weren’t in a rush to respond to Inseong, who was probably headed straight to the bathroom anyways. He had developed this habit of jumping in the shower as soon as he arrived home, probably because he became a sloth soon after – too lazy to remove his makeup or wash up. It was kind of endearing, the way he fell asleep in a matter of seconds sometimes, but personal hygiene was also a thing.

With the little patience you could muster, you waited for your older partner to finish his routine and proceed to the bedroom in order to put his home clothes on. But as Seokwoo continued to ignore all of your signals – the uncharacteristic pouting (you usually made use of it with his hyung instead), the hand on his thigh, the audible fuming – you were growing more and more frustrated.

You simply wanted him to spend some time with you! It was his fault too that you were this spoiled, basking in the ocean of his affection along with Inseong’s most of the time. The two of them were usually extremely clingy, and despite them being back home for several days already, you had hoped that their neediness would match yours and last for a bit longer.

And here you were, angry almost to tears from being completely ignored for the whole evening, especially after the extensive wait prior to this. Still, you were determined to get your share of attention in this house, one way or another.

The fact that Seokwoo simply gave you a casual pat on the butt when you stood up to leave only aggravated you further.

When you trudged into the bedroom, you were greeted with the familiar sight of your significant other splayed on the bed in just his shirt and sweats. His blond hair was a mess, his eyes were closed and his phone was on his chest. He was going to check something on there and then just decided to laze about for a minute, you figured. The sloth in him prevailed once again.

‘Oppa, are you asleep?’ You murmured, climbing onto the bed and taking a spot right next to him.

Flush to his side, you laid your head on his chest, and hugged him with both your right arm and right leg. The reciprocation of your gesture was instant, and his arm curled around your back, somehow tugging you even closer to him.

‘No, I was just going to join you,’ he replied, giggling softly as soon as you pressed an intense kiss to his neck. ‘What’s that about? Missed me?’

Inseong laughed in the charming way he did before looking at you with one eye. He caught the expression on your face way too quickly.

‘Why are you sulking?’

Multiplying your already exaggerated pout, you huffed and hid your face in his chest.

‘Seokwoo is ignoring me. All night.’

Reaching for your hair, Inseong brushed it away from your face and poked your cheek playfully. You huffed again like an angry little hedgehog.

‘Did you two have a fight?’

His tone was affable, and your defensiveness was down for the time being.

‘No. He’s… playing games!’ You frowned. ‘Instead of playing with me.’

‘I see,’ he hummed knowingly, digging his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply. ‘So, you’ve been pampering yourself all evening, and he gave you no attention at all?’

‘Yes!’ You replied begrudgingly.

This time, he didn’t give an immediate response. You lay there for a long minute, with his fingers brushing through your locks steadily. It was calming, you could not argue. There was something about Inseong that made you go mellow like this. He was chaotic at times, but when he was in his lazy domestic mood, you two would be melting together like two scoops of ice-cream on a pretty little plate.

And Seokwoo could very well be the plate. Since he was pretty and also unyielding (to your desires and whatever else) on days like this. Oh, you just wanted to smack his dumb little head every so often! What a meanie. He probably didn’t even notice that you weren’t around anymore, so your time was certainly better spent with someone who at least didn’t refuse to hold you for a good minute.

Acting all childish wasn’t something you did often, but sometimes a girl had to get what a girl wanted. And thankfully, it happened to work great on Inseong, who was a couple years older. Maybe it was him having a soft spot for you that made you this demanding, but who cared?

‘Cute.’ The blond finally replied. ‘You two can never stay out of trouble without the adults at home. It’s either fucking or fighting, no in between.’

‘Sometimes we’re playing around,’ you offered, cheeks suddenly getting heated at his comment.

Inseong snickered, chest shaking underneath your head.

‘I know how you ‘play around’. It counts as fucking, aegiya.’

You squirmed, feeling like you were trapped in rich honey. The hand that was patting your hair moments ago was now gently stroking the curve of your back, making your whole body tremble with excitement already. It wasn’t even anything special, but it was Inseong. His touch was just magical like this.

Relaxing in his arms and inhaling his fresh scent, you slowly turned into a purring kitty. The disappointment you felt from Seokwoo not giving you an ounce of his time this evening faded away, and you eagerly allowed your hand to snake under your elder’s shirt.

He hummed as his warm skin welcomed the caress of your fingertips, and you gripped his pec impishly. Both of you loved skinship a lot, so for some time it was just squeezing, and stroking, and rubbing, and hugging… You groped each other all over in a lazily sensual pattern, the tension growing just as steadily as Inseong’s boner underneath your palm. He startled you though, by reaching down and pressing two of his fingers to your clit.

You moaned before you could help it.

The shirt you were still wearing was all folded over your exposed breasts, so Inseong leaned in to press a wet kiss to your nipple. You squirmed, entangling your hand in his hair, and sort of pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

‘Mm, why are you wearing a thong at home?’ He murmured, licking at it broadly, leaving a moist trail over your breast.

‘Because my oppa is a pervert,’ you teased with a naughty smile, which quickly fell when he tapped you on the pussy.

‘Don’t be a brat,’ he warned in a singsongy tone, and circled your nub with just his middle finger.

The exhale that escaped your lungs was too breathy not to indicate your current state. But Inseong didn’t require any hints. He knew your body better than he knew his own, so pushing your buttons in the most efficient way came easy to him.

‘Next time don’t even bother wearing them,’ the blond continued, two of his fingers crawling underneath the triangle of fabric over your pubic bone to rub between your wet folds. ‘If you aim to please oppa.’

The soft squelch followed, and you moaned again, bucking your hips forward. Inseong smiled at your reaction, repeating his action a couple times to stimulate you further. You huffed impatiently, fingers digging into his deltoid, and presented the advanced version of your pout. It was a sort of ‘innocent baby girl wanting to get messed up by daddy’ kind of look. Very fitting for the current state of affairs, where you were reduced to watching him play with your pussy, all while wanting to curse him out to have him speed it up.

You’d had enough of waiting for tonight. It was time to be taken, and if anyone was to know better, it was him.

‘Inseongie,’ you called, skipping the honorific on purpose.

He knew it meant you were in a different state of mind already, too impatient to drag it out. So, he rolled his pants down, pressing your palm to his length.

‘You don’t have to wait for much longer, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, voice sounding salacious without him even intending it.

There was just this… aura to him. Inseong could say the most mundane little thing, and not even mean for it to sound seductive, and still your body would react. And since it has been a long evening so far (of you being left unsatisfied), you were grateful that it was him. Because while Seokwoo preferred to take his time and essentially marinate you in his love (when he wasn’t too busy ignoring your very existence), Inseong was more impulsive in his lovemaking. He was less intense, but more… present. And while Seokwoo took you to another realm and made it an experience in itself, Inseong got things done. Exactly the way you wanted them done.

It didn’t even startle you when he suddenly pushed into you from behind, holding you by the waist. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, helping you get your shirt off for good, and then tugged you so close your back ended up glued to his chest. Always his little dessert spoon.

He set a medium pace, his breath fanning over your ear just as steadily as his hips rolled into yours.

‘Mh-m,’ you moaned through your sealed lips, crazy about the wetness echoing in his every motion to pull out and slip back in.

You could picture his juice-covered cock from just hearing that. Saliva filled your mouth driven by instinct, and you gulped, reaching back to at least get a handful of his ass while at it. As if hearing you swallow, Inseong suddenly brought his hand up and traced your lower lip with his index finger. Shoving it into your mouth along with his middle finger, he urged you to give him a good suck. Pushing his fingers in and out, as if imitating oral sex, he made you drool even more.

Content with how well you lubricated his fingers, he brought them back to your nipple, making sure to press on it while squeezing your whole breast. You shivered.

‘Should I just go all in, baby?’ He inquired, slowing down, and you nodded frantically. ‘Okay. I’m not pulling out either.’

He chuckled at the way your nose scrunched up. You did enjoy raw sex, and having some cream on your cake was fine on any day. But having two boyfriends (who sometimes got pettily competitive) usually ended up in your whole crotch covered in cum. Also your butt crack, and your thighs, your boobs… sometimes it got smeared over your entire body. These boys could get so messy that afterwards you were in for an urgent shower and dealing with the laundry, even though you could barely keep your eyes open. It was helpful that there were two of them, but they were also double trouble.

When Inseong changed the position, it became a lot more… a lot more.

Your left leg was between his, and your right one was in the air, supported by your partner. Inseong pressed down on it to spread you open, and you knew he meant business in just a few moments – when he adjusted.

‘Ah-h!’ You couldn’t hold back your yelps any longer, getting louder with every thrust.

It was hard to reach for him in this position, so you tugged on your own locks instead, arching your back. Your shaky hand found the firm flesh of his thigh, and you held onto it for dear life and he snapped into you so hard your entire body bounced off the mattress.

‘Seongie- yes, yes-’

You were simply pleading at this point, the muscles of your core quivering around his cock.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Inseong suddenly asked, not wavering in his rhythm.

Blinking through the blurriness in your eyes, you looked up at his sweaty chest and then face, noticing a figure right behind him.

Seokwoo was right there in the doorway, watching you intently as you fucked.

‘Ah!’ You shrieked, a lightning bolt of pleasure hitting you in that very second.

Inseong kept your thighs open, pressing you down into the covers forcefully to use your orgasm to trigger his own. It only took him a few seconds to catch up.

‘Oppa-’ you cried, and he growled through the hammering of his thrusts, which kept filling you with more and more of his seed.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get off of your limp body once he was done, planting lazy kisses over your collarbone instead. Your weak arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he stroked your thigh. It was a cuddling session all over again.

It was cut short by a begrudged hum.

‘Aren’t you done yet?’

Seokwoo was the one who wanted attention now. How ironic.

‘What’s with the tone?’ Inseong inquired, knowingly furthering his donsaeng’s frustration.

‘Hyung! You could’ve waited for me, you know?’ He said, approaching the bed with his arms crossed.

‘Why would I?’ He snickered, lying down on his back comfortably, not even bothering to cover himself up.

Inseong toyed with people in the most infuriating, innocent, and arousing way. Always.

‘Noona,’ Seokwoo called helplessly.

But you ignored him, looking up at the blond next to you.

‘Now he remembers I exist.’

‘Sure he does. Raging boners tend to redirect your attention.’

Seokwoo pursed his lips together in frustration, looking down at the very obvious giveaway of his body.

He looked kinda cute when he was mad like this, so you gave a gentle nudge to Inseong, urging him to play with the junior some more. ‘Maybe he just likes to watch. We can give this punk another front row seat to the performance, can’t we?’

‘You’re so naughty, oppa. You know how wet and sensitive I am still…’

‘Yes. I could dive right in…’

‘Noona-ah!’ Seokwoo whined, pushing through to get between you and Inseong. ‘This isn’t fair. Why is he getting all of you?’

‘Missed your train tonight, aegi.’ You huffed, shoving him back to fall on his butt with the ball of your foot. ‘Go back to ignoring me and see how sad I am about it.’

‘I’m sorry, I just got carried away…’ He mumbled breathily, finding ways to touch your thigh discreetly with the pads of his fingers. ‘I can make it up to you.’

You met Inseong’s eyes, and despite his neutral expression, you could tell he was just as curious as you were.

‘Like how?’ You inquired, feigning indifference.

‘How would you like me to do it?’ He asked, and both you and Inseong rolled your eyes.

‘Seriously,’ Inseong sighed dramatically. ‘He has to be told what to do. Do you want hyung to give you instructions too?’

He only said that to tease his junior, but there was something in the way he phrased it… That had you bite your lip to deal with the raise in tension. And Inseong noticed.

‘On a second thought… Why not?’

Both of you turned to the blond now.

‘Strip, Seokwoo-yah. And make it entertaining for your noona.’

The pause didn’t last long, and you heard the ruffle of fabric as the taller one began to get rid of his clothes. He tried to do it slowly, in a more sensual way, one could assume, but it seemed slightly awkward and rushed. His long limbs demonstrated very little grace in setting themselves free, and your cold façade almost got destroyed with a chuckle.

Did he have to be so tall, clumsy and adorable?

Biting into your cheek from the inside of your mouth, you held it in. Inseong’s hand wandered across your breast.

‘You’re easily excitable,’ he murmured into your ear, and you squirmed from the tickling warmth of his breath.

Why were you turned on again this quickly? Whether it was the scent of Inseong’s sweat in the air and his cum dripping out of you, or Seokwoo’s toned body and delicious bronze skin in front of you, you had no idea. But it was clear that you wouldn’t refuse speeding things up at this point.

Inseong must have been reading your mind, because he reached out to grab Seokwoo’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed again.

‘Lie down. On your back.’

You watched with deep curiosity how he bossed the younger around. Usually, Inseong was quite soft-handed. He could take the lead at times, since he was older, but mostly preferred to live a life of a marshmallow. So now, as he had set out to help you ‘punish’ Seokwoo for his cold manner, you were suddenly coming to terms with finding this hot. Maybe a thing to bring up next time?

The blond turned his head to look at you.

‘Sit on his face.’ His tone was soft, yet the suggestion seemed bold.

‘Huh?’ You looked down on autopilot, thinking back about the semen smeared all over your pussy now.

The fact is, Seokwoo was quite used to his hyung’s cum on him, since they both got pretty messy taking turns. But it wasn’t usually anywhere close to his face. You were wondering…

‘Aren’t we teaching him a lesson?’ Inseong asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear in a casually flirty way he had about him. ‘He wants a go. Might as well clean you up first.’

You gulped at the thought of Seokwoo’s mouth on your cum-stained labia. Inseong visibly enjoyed your reaction, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the younger one either – he tugged at your wrist impatiently.

‘I’ll do it, noona. Please.’

Hesitating for a moment, you wanted to ask if he was sure. But if the apparent twitch of his cock and the restless licking of his lips were any indication, he was quite into it already. You quickly assumed the role you were offered.

‘What makes you think you deserve to do even that?’ You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him.

Inseong snickered behind your back, enjoying the scene in front of him.

‘Don’t be so mean, sweetness,’ he murmured, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. ‘He knows exactly what he’s getting. He saw all of it happen.’

Thinking back to the way Seokwoo lurked in the door, watching Inseong fuck you into total bliss, you cocked your head to the side, looking at the blond’s lips.

‘I guess if he doesn’t impress me… He could always go back to watching, right?’

The question sent an electric charge through the air, and, as soon as Inseong nodded, you threw your leg over Seokwoo’s chest. Taking the right position didn’t require much time, although you were cautious not to smother him.

Seokwoo, however, didn’t seem to care about breathing whatsoever.

He buried his whole face in your vulva as soon as you sat down. You pursed your lips to contain a yelp and inhaled, feeling much less powerful now that he was holding your hips in a tight lock of his arms. The younger’s full lips worked hard, exploring your wet folds. When suddenly his tongue dipped inside you aggressively, there was no way to hold yourself back.

‘Agh!’ You gasped, pressing your palms into the wall in front of you.

The taller one continued with even more fervor. He clearly aimed to coerce more of these reactions out of you, and his technique was about to bring him success. You could hear his muffled breathing, and the slurping sounds he produced, and the low hums from a deep place in his chest… It was all too much to handle.

‘Seokwoo-ya-ah,’ you moaned, bucking your hips forward with the help of his palms on your ass.

Inseong bent over reaching for your inner thigh to get a better look, but the younger one smacked his hand away unapologetically.

‘Like a hungry lion,’ the blond snorted. ‘Seems like you’re his prey now, Y/N-ie.’

Turning to him like a hungry lioness yourself, you licked your dry lips.

‘Put your cock in my mouth,’ you demanded, and he smiled, giving your face a broad stroke up to your ear as if you were his pet.

Instead of giving you an answer, Inseong looked down at something behind you. It could only be assumed that it was the younger’s crotch. But before he could say anything, Seokwoo lost his resolve completely, suddenly pushing you off of himself and onto the bed.

It didn’t take you much longer than a second to register his rock-solid cock, bouncing against his lower stomach. Slightly surprised that he got this hard with zero touching, you were ambushed by his quick move to grasp you and likely get you on all fours.

Fighting him off playfully, you twisted and wriggled, not allowing him to lay you on your belly. As usual, he was careful not to hurt you, and you used your size difference to your advantage. He conceded all of the hits and shoves, determined to get you in his hold by catching your wrists. But soon he had to simply pin you down on the bed, using both force and his body mass. Finally submitting to his weight on top of you and showing your teeth in a defeated smile, you dug into his hair with one hand, battling his grip.

Kim Seokwoo loved when you touched his hair. The gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp almost sent him into ecstasy every time, so he hurriedly pushed into you before it was too late. You cried out, even though it didn’t hurt, and he pulled back slowly, eyes trained on your face.

‘Deep and hard,’ you told him, sounding hoarse and slightly desperate. ‘Make me come quickly.’

He swallowed, pecking you on the lips swiftly, and slammed back into you. After a round with Inseong and a torturous oral with Seokwoo, your pussy was so swollen and tender that you could barely stand the abrupt contact it was making with his skin. Squealing and grasping, you left superficial scratches on his back as your hands traveled down the curve of it.

His glutes were flexing rhythmically underneath your palms, and you were almost hypnotized by the way his tongue ran over his luscious lips. The mole on his chin added to your madness, and you grabbed his neck with one hand to plant a kiss over it. He wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his tongue slipped between your lips, momentarily taking over.

Whining into his mouth, you allowed him to devour you, while his hips continued hammering you down. It wasn’t his usual style, but your request (order?) was to make you come quickly, so he knew you were not in the mood for a slow session. And testing your patience was definitely a challenge for another day. Thus, he used all of his athletic ability to keep the intensity of his thrusts high, making your walls start to pulse in a familiar way around him.

‘Noona…’ He sighed, gripping you tighter as his movements became rougher.

‘Mm-ah,’ you jolted in his arms, body trembling uncontrollably.

A sling of curses followed, and you fist pressed into his shoulder in an attempt to get some distance between you. But he kept going, spurred on by your high-pitched moans, and in mere seconds you heard his breathy groan. Keening at the feeling of his seed flooding your insides and dripping out slowly when he rocked back and forth gently, you threw your head back. Seokwoo slipped out of you, moving down to rest his head on your exposed chest for a few moments, and you went with the flow.

Some time later, your trance was disrupted by the rustle of tissues.

Opening your eyes and turning to the side, you saw Inseong, who was wiping what could only be cum off of his stomach.

‘Oppa?’ You called, attracting Seokwoo’s attention as well, despite him almost dozing off on top of you.

Inseong met your eyes and chuckled.

‘What? You didn’t think I was gonna watch you and not get off?’

You motioned for him to join you.

‘I want cuddles.’

‘Yes, princess,’ he replied, throwing the used tissues on the floor without a care before scooting closer to you.

Seokwoo rolled off of you with slight displeasure, and Inseong tugged at the duvet to get it from under you. He knew you were getting cold quickly after sex, so the first thing he did after cleaning up was wrapping you in the covers. When all three of you were tucked underneath, the blond immediately clung to you from behind, intertwining your legs.

Seokwoo turned away already since he liked to lie on his side as well, but his bare back seemed quite lonely at this time. You traced his spine with your index finger slowly.

‘What lesson have you learned today?’ You asked him in a semi-stern tone.

‘I shouldn’t have ignored noona,’ he mumbled in response, sounding like a scolded puppy.

‘Are you gonna do this again?’ You asked, and were met with silence. ‘Hm?’

‘No..?’ He replied, and you huffed at the response.

‘He’s gonna toy with you even now,’ Inseong laughed, and you shoved at Seokwoo’s shoulder blade with your fist.

‘Yah, is that your final answer-’

‘I love you, noona!’ He interrupted, melting your anger away with the sucker punch phrase. ‘Please love me back.’

‘Ugh, this little-’ You rolled your eyes, unable to remain strict at all.

Inseong nudged your butt forward, and you got closer to the younger one’s body. Sighing, you finally wrapped your arms around his waist, accepting him as the (giant) little spoon. He instantly became a purring mess in front of you, stroking the arm you were hugging him with.

‘I guess it’s better late than never…’ You muttered, placing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Just like that, you officially made up.

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A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm dying for some feedback. It feels like I'm posting my first story ever, I was very uncertain about posting it 🙃 I do hope that there are many SF9 stans out there to enjoy this, but I haven't interacted with many (which I would love to). There are some other sf9 stories coming along... with different pairings (cz I'm a hoe? lol) Anyways, let me know what you think! Also, my masterlist is now mostly EXO, but check it out if you're interested~

P.S. Not at me rushing to post the story because I was just hanging out with Dawon in my dream today lmao Can't disappoint my bestie 😂😂😂

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Summary: Youngkyun has no idea how he got into this party or why he was even there. When the hostess invites him to a private party, who is he to refuse? Pairing: Youngkyun (Hwiyoung) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: parties, language, kissing Smut Warnings: dry humping, size kink, hair pulling, balcony sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 1,368

Chapter 5: Change of Pace ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 7: What are the odds?

Youngkyun snakes his way through the crowded mansion. He could not tell you how he found his way into this part of the island and into this party. He really was enjoying a leisurely week relaxing on the beach, but it’s probably about 2 am, and he’s here instead of in the beach house with the others. He doesn’t know where exactly he’s trying to go, but somewhere slightly less crowded would be lovely right now. Youngkyun pushes his dark hair back and out of his face, but it still falls back down in his eyes.

“You lost?” he hears a woman’s voice shout over the music.

He turns around and sees a rather beautiful woman, tiny but gorgeous. You’re dressed to impress but still in the appropriate attire for a house party. You offer him a sweet smile that makes him feel comfortable with you.

“Just trying to find somewhere quieter.” he yells back.

“Follow me!” you reply.

You offer your hand out to him, and he takes it. You guide him upstairs, weaving through the sea of people as best you can. Taking him up the grand staircase, you do your best to ignore the not-completely-sober people making out all over your house. You guide the tall man into your bedroom and shut the door tightly. The pulse of the music downstairs still comes through the walls, but it’s very diluted.

“Better?” you ask, leaning against your door.

“Yeah, thanks.” he responds, throwing himself back into the desk chair, “You know the host?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You just seem to know this house really well.” You chuckle, “I’d hope I know my house well.”

“Yours? Damn, nice place you have.”

“My parents just wanna keep me out of their hair, honestly. Thanks though.”

You sit on your bed, lean back on your hands, and sigh. He seems to study your body language and your relaxed energy. You’re studying him just as much. He’s trying to figure you out and if you’re down to do anything. You absolutely are. You guess you just need to show it. Standing up, you walk towards him. His eye follows you. Even when you’re standing directly in front of him, he’s looking up at you. It’s something you shouldn’t get used to with his stature, but you enjoy it while you can. You place your hands on his shoulders and climb into his lap. He keeps his hands respectfully on the armrests until you give him a clear sign that it’s okay. You lean in, leaving barely any space between your lips, allowing him to stop you if he wants. When he doesn’t, you connect your lips to his. He practically growls into the kiss and finally places his hands on your hips. You find yourself sinking into his lap more and grinding against him.

“Ya know, you’re so tiny.” he muses through the kiss, “I could probably pick you up and split you open like it’s nothing.”

“Yeah?” you sigh back, “How about you show me that then.”

He smirks at you, “Look at you, leaking all over my pants. You don’t have any upper hand here, doll.”

He takes your words as a challenge, lifts you up, and presses you against the wall beside the door to your balcony. You aren’t sure what he’s planning, but you couldn’t care less. How he’s kissing you has you on cloud nine, maybe even higher.

“How do you feel about getting fucked on that pretty balcony of yours?” he rasps.

You nod, “If you don’t, I’ll leave right now.”

“You’re a bad liar, tiny.” he chuckles, “You go on out there. I’ll be right behind you.”

You thank whatever higher power there is that you opted not to wear anything under your short dress. You lean your arms on the cool stone balustrade and have your dress hiked up over your hips. You feel his presence behind you, but he isn’t touching you yet. You can hear his footsteps approaching you, then his slightly rough hands on your ass. His other hand rests on the stone beside your arm. He leans down, so his face is next to yours.

“You look prettiest like this, tiny. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle getting fucked by me? You won’t break the moment I’m inside you?”

“I won’t break, please, get inside me already.” you whine.

“Whatever you wish.” he chuckles.

You can hear the clink of a belt being undone, and soon after, you can feel him grinding his bare cock against your pussy. You whimper at the sensation and push back against him. He chuckles and gently pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion and place your forehead against your arm.

“That’s just the tip, angel. We have quite a ways to go. You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” you gasp, “just be slow.”

He does just that. After each inch, he checks on you and reassures you that you can stop whenever if it’s too much. You tell him to keep going every time, though. Once he’s fully inside you, he places a hand on your hip and rubs small circles into it. You’re more than ready to move on, though. You thrust yourself onto him with a wanton moan. He doesn’t stop you, either. You fuck yourself on him as if your life depends on it. You know you probably sound and look desperate, but that was the least of your worries right now.

“You’re doing so well. Tight little pussy keeps sucking me in.” Youngkyun muses.

He grabs your hair and drags you up to be flush against his chest. Now he takes over and thrusts into you at a bruising pace. You absolutely love it. The slight pain of him pulling your hair, combined with how roughly he’s fucking you, makes you feel amazing. You’re hardly staying on the ground at this point. You’re on your tiptoes just to stay in the right position for him. Everything about him is so big you can’t get enough of it. The sound of his hips meeting your ass with each thrust makes the situation more arousing. The beach breeze makes goosebumps rise on your skin, but it’s more than welcomed with the heat of the moment. He tugs your hair slightly harder, and you make eye contact with him. He looks completely lost in lust, just like you.

“Where do you want me to cum, tiny?”

“Anywhere, just let me cum too.” you moan.

“Go on, make a mess on my cock.” he muses, “As much as I’d love to stuff this tiny pussy full of my cum, I doubt you want to go back to your party dripping all over the place.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you drop your head further against him and enjoy the feeling. He doesn’t take much longer to make your orgasm come crashing over you. You babble out nonsensical words and moan. Youngkyun follows not long after, pulling out and cumming across your ass. You cringe slightly at the feeling of the pearlescent liquid dripping down your thigh but not enough to feel disgusting.

Youngkyun retreats into the room momentarily and finds a random piece of fabric to clean you with. You appreciate the gesture. Not many hookups, let alone ones who are nameless to you, do this. He gently kisses your shoulder and offers to take you to your bed. Accepting his offer, you are now cuddling with this unnamed man under your blankets. Even though neither of you is wearing very comfortable clothes, the room’s energy is comfortable.

“You wanna stay the night? It gets lonely in this place all alone.” “If you wish me to, I’ll stay.”

“Thank you, um-”

“Youngkyun.” he smiles, pulling you to lay your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Youngkyun. I just hope you know once I’m recovered from round one, we’re going at least another two times.” you smile as if you’re talking about a perfectly innocent topic.

He raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs. Yeah, he isn’t going back to the beach house tonight. He’ll deal with the interrogation tomorrow. Right now, all he can focus on is you.

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Kinkmas - Day 12 - Cuckholding W/ Zuho and Hwiyoung

Post Date: 12th December 2022 Content: Smut - SF9 Zuho x Reader x SF9 Hwiyoung  WC: 1.3K TW?: Cuckholding/ Boyfriend & Roomate!Zuho/ Roommate!Hwiyoung/ Hair Pulling/ Masterbating/ Oral (Giving)

Summary: When his date doesn’t go to plan, Hwiyoung gets something extra special to spend his Christmas holiday with you and Zuho.

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Hwiyoung patiently waits outside the restaurant, freezing in the bitter winter wind, clasping his hands together for warmth. Waiting for his date to show up, but she never does. Texting him hours later that she had a date with someone else, telling him how sorry she was when in reality, She didn't care. But he did. He liked her, a lot. Finding someone to take his mind off of you, his best friend's girlfriend. Who he's had a crush on since forever, and doesn't want to get in trouble with Zuho for having such. Trying to change it ASAP.

However, it wasn't like Zuho didn't know. Zuho could tell Hwiyoung was head over heels for you, the way he blushed when you spoke to him, the way he'd get shy when you offered to give him a hug when he needed comfort. He couldn't be mad that people had eyes on his girlfriend. He couldn't blame them.

If anything, this just makes interesting conversations between you and your boyfriend, about trying something out of the box, having threesomes usually comes to mind when talking, but Zuho wants to give Hwiyoung a little early Christmas present.

"How did your date go?" Zuho asks, sipping at the hot chocolate you had just freshly made as Hwiyoung walks through the door, saddened in the face seeing you both cuddled up on the couch.

Hwiyoung sighs, chucking off his shoes, and slouches down on the armchair opposite you both, ignoring how comfortable the both of you were as he hangs his head slowly, "It didn't happen, she was seeing someone else".

It was actually painful to see how hurt your friend was, especially for Zuho who told him to go for it, now feeling guilty he helped get him in contact with her in the first place.

"I'm so sorry, man," Zuho says quietly, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder as he turns to you, looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.

He knows exactly what that look is for, looking at you with a smirk growing on his face. What better time to give Hwiyoung his Christmas gift than now? Nodding slowly at you, you move from beside him to make your way over to Hwiyoung whose eyes shoot wide open when you take a seat on his lap, looking at Zuho to make sure that he was okay with what was going on.

Adjusting yourself on his lap, you straddle him, arms on his shoulders. Hwiyoung is still looking at Zuho who winks at him, “Go on baby, give him his early Christmas present,” He purrs, winking at you too when you briefly turn to look at him.

“Christmas present?” Hwiyoung scoffs in disbelief, gasping when your lips press against his neck in an attempt to calm him down, trailing up the sensitive, tanned skin as you breathe lightly.

Lifting your head away, you look at him deeply in the eyes, pouting, “You want this Christmas present don’t you, Youngie?” your words make him speechless as your play with the hair on the back of his head, smiling ear to ear when he nods slowly, looking at his best friend for the okay one last time.

“She’s all for you tonight, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Zuho asks, sipping his hot chocolate as he shuffles on the couch, getting comfortable, and ready for the show. 

Though very shy about it, Hwiyoung’s shy smile turns into something lustful, eyes turning dark when looking back at you, lips parting ready for yours to attach to them. 

The second your lips touch his, his body burns up, and his chest starts to rise and fall at a quickened pace as you lightly tug at his hair, making him groan into your mouth and you fully take it in and start to roll your hips on him. 

He slowly starts to lose control, in the mood with his hands roaming your body freely, falling to your hips, and giving them a tight squeeze. His lips never leave yours, addicted to you and your taste, tongue swiping your lip for permission to enter, gliding across yours when you allow.

“Isn’t she such a good kisser? My baby is perfection,” Zuho growls deeply, eyes on you like a hawk on its prey, loving every moment of this, more than he could honestly say. 

Pulling away to let him reply, you make a move back to his neck, bruising it slightly from the light biting and sucking on the skin, “She is... Fuck,” Hwiyoung hisses, nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips. 

A hand trails up your back, gliding under your hair to pull on it lightly, making your lips make a popping sound when pulling you off his neck. The smirk that he gives you sends shivers up your spine, both of you getting fully into it as you slide off his lap, moving down onto your knees before him as he spreads his legs slightly for you to fit between them. 

“She’s such a good girl,” He whispers, eyes glued onto yours as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, giving it one pump to cover it in his pre-cum, looking back at Zuho for permission to continue.

“She’s a very good girl, go ahead, princess. You’re in control,” Replying, Zuho’s eyes are still glued on you, same with Hwiyoungs, pulling down his bottoms to let his own cock spring free, to please himself whilst watching the show. 

Whilst Zuho’s hand strokes his own cock, hissing, you’re licking your lips, eyes still glued on Hwiyoung when you make a move to lick up his shaft, spitting on the tip. A grin grows on your face hearing him whimper, moving your hand up and down slowly, his eyes glued shut at the sensation. 

Then you take him into your mouth, bit by bit, tongue swirling around his length as the tip eventually hits the back of your throat. His thighs tense up from the feeling. His head spun from the euphoria he was feeling, hand back up in your hair, pulling it lightly to lift you up to push you back down on his cock, making you gag. 

“Fuck!” Hwiyoung moans out loud, the warm wet muscle of your mouth making his cock twitch within it, Zuho’s pace picks up to match the pace you were going at when sucking his best friend off, making him moan too.

In sync, the both of them hiss, “Her mouth is so perfect,” making you gag even more from hearing it, trying your best not to giggle but the vibrations from it make Hwiyoung whimper a little more, your tongue brushing over his tip making his head throw back.

Moments pass and Hwiyoung is completely falling apart from your lips being around his cock, edging closer and closer to his high, pulling on your hair a little harder, making you moan more. Addicted to the feeling, he continues to do it, seconds away from releasing from your moans on his cock. 

His eyes shoot wide open when you continue to use your mouth on him, even seconds after his release, his hot cum spilling down the back of your throat as you suck him dry and overstimulate him slightly. 

Pulling off him, you smirk and wipe your lips clean as he tries to gather himself together, panting from it. 

Looking back to see Zuho wasn’t done yet, you go to move to him next, kneeling before him but he stops you, “Don’t you think we should give him a little extra, princess?”.

Both of you looking back at the fucked out best friend, you nod, inviting him over to join you both on the couch as you spend the rest of the night giving him a Christmas present that he’ll never, ever forget. Even with the possibility to have the chance to experience this once again. 

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16th Floor

SF9

Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Rowoon decided it would be better if your kept your office romance low key, since co-employees dating was sort of a big deal in your company. It gets hard to hide your emotions though when someone blatantly flirts with your lover.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, etc.

A/N: this was literally my dream last night so i just HAD to write it.

I released a shudder when I walked into the building. The chill that ran down my spine was shaken off as I made my way into the lobby and pressed the button on the elevator. I hummed as I waited.

Just then I saw a reflection of a figure rise up on the glossy tiles on the floor and walls, and I helplessly broke into a smile when I was greeted with a soft, "good morning."

I quickly responded and gleamed back knowingly to whom spoke to me. Rowoon was wearing a deep blue suit and tie, his hair was slicked back and his glasses framed his face.

Usually, I would have inwardly swooned at the mere sight of the slightly, tall man beside me, but there was something about his eyes and pulled smile that concerned me.

He shifts in his place and grunts. My brows knit in worry, "are you okay?"

"Hmm?" he hums and peers down at me, craning his neck slowly.

My lips pinch into a frown. I reach over to him and place the back of my hand on his neck. He felt considerably warm. I sigh, "you're sick."

Rowoon doesn't move and simply mutters, "I'm not. I checked."

The elevator dings. I pull away from Rowoon and we both get in. I press the button to my floor, #16, and the doors close.

I turn to Rowoon and loosen his tie, retorting with finality, "you're sick."

Rowoon looks down at me and sighs. I pull his tie off and unbutton the first two buttons on his shirt. I turn to the buttons and press 5, turning back to Rowoon to pull his glasses off. I hand them to him and state, "you should go to the clinic first, before heading to work."

"I already drank some medicine-"

"So you know you're sick," I quip giving him a dirty look. Rowoon is immediately silenced and frozen. I turn away from him, making sure to roll my eyes in the process.

"Baby, look I-"

"Oh, Rowoon oppa!"

Rowoon and I turn to the petite woman standing in front of us, outside the elevator doors. It seems the elevator went down, since we were currently in the parking lot.

"You come to work this early?" Ruby coos and pouts, as she takes in Rowoon's appearance. Her feigning innocence look morphs into a pleased grin when she notices the unbuttoned area of Rowoon's shirt. " Oppa, you look so good today."

She steps in, seemingly not even noticing me, as she goes right in between us and leans onto Rowoon with absolutely not a care in the world. Normally, I would be annoyed by her antics but, since I was pretty annoyed at Rowoon, I felt like I couldn't care less.

"Huh," Ruby exclaims as he dramatically turns to my boyfriend, "oppa, you feel warm. Are you sick?"

I'm saying.

She places her claws on Rowoon's cheeks to feel for him but barely manages a touch because of how quickly he repels her actions. Rowoon steps back from her and hastily rebuts, "I'm fine, Ruby."

Ruby is clearly not having it.

Go get him, girlfriend!

She does her signature look of distaste then readies to tell him off, up until she notices that the elevator was going to make a stop at level 5.

"Oh, are you making a stop at the clinic?"

Rowoon looks past her to me but I'm so focused on the exquisite elevator floors to care. He sighs and turns Ruby, "yes, I am."

Ruby perks, "Great! I'll join you!"

Rowoon doesn't even have a chance to retort, cause soon enough the elevator stops at floor 5 and he is being pulled away. He manages to give me one last frantic look and I merely give him a devious look and one wave goodbye.

From Rowoon: babe [08:03] From Rowoon: are you angry at me [08:03] From Rowoon: please you know how ruby is [08:03]

To Rowoon: it's fine. she just did what needed to be done [08:03]

From Rowoon: :( [08:04] From Rowoon: im sorry [08:04]

From Rowoon: do you want to have lunch with me today [08:36]

To Rowoon: no [12:25]

It was lunch time, and I was waiting for the elevator to open so I could go down and eat. All of my coworkers had already gone down so I was the only one in my department that was still on the floor, since I stayed back and finished my file.

There were some people from the other department that were waiting with me. It was relatively silent though, even as the ladies were chatting with each other. It was only until a group of deep voiced men from the other department came out that the silence was truly broken.

I was surprised that one of them called to me, up until I realized it was Rowoon and his friends from accounting.

Youngbin called my name, making me turn, and smile, "hey there, it's been a while since we've seen each other."

I nod and reply, "it has."

Dawon gives me a jesting expression, "that's because everyone in marketing is always running around."

Rowoon, who hadn't taken his eyes off me, looked a lot better than he had in the morning. I was glad and I manage to discreetly note it, "well, Rowoon looks perky as ever, even though he's trapped doing numbers all day."

The two chuckle and don't miss a moment to come at Rowoon.

Dawon eyes his tall friend and snickers, "you know he was sick earlier and yet he still dragged himself out of bed to go to work."

Youngbin adds, "yeah, if I had a valid reason not to wake up, I would have ran all the way with it."

Rowoon gives his friends a look and shakes his head, "wow, you should be glad that I love seeing you guys everyday!" He places his arms over his friends' shoulders and sneaks me a warm look, to which I break into a small smile over, but play off quickly.

"There you are!"

We all turn to the man who came out of our office area. Hwiyoung sighs and walks over to me, "I waited for you to finish and go to the bathroom, only for you to leave me?" Hwiyoung pouts playfully, "meanie."

Rowoon tenses.

My eyes widen, "I didn't know you were waiting for me, Hwi!"

He rolls his eyes and places his hands on his pockets, "that's what they all say before ditching me."

"It's not my fault you get ditched."

Hwiyoung makes a hurt sound and places a hand to his chest, "ah, wounded twice in a row. Now you owe me lunch."

I scoff and cross my arms, "you want me to buy you lunch with your Rolex in full display."

He chuckles and pulls his hands out to place them behind his back, "okay, you got me. Let me treat you to lunch."

"You better, when I just went overtime to finish our project."

Hwiyoung smiles but forfeits a response when the elevator doors open. I step in and Hwiyoung is right behind me.

The elevator is pretty silent, minus the times Dawon thought of noting how hungry and tired he was.

When the elevator doors opened and everyone stepped outside.

Hwiyoung and I effectively made our way to a sushi place, where we talked and passed time until we had to go back.

By the end of the day, I was tired and so ready to go home. I immediately brightened when I remembered Rowoon and I were going to have dinner someone special tonight.

"Hey."

I turned from my gathered things to Hwiyoung, "hi."

"I figured I should tell you I'm waiting for you so you don't run off."

"Why would you wait for me?"

Hwiyoung gave a smile, "well, I was thinking I could drive you home, or... maybe if you wanted, I could take you out."

I froze for a moment then turned to Hwiyoung, "actually... I have a boyfriend."

"Oh... you do?" he said, tone no longer as excited as it was a while ago, "I asked around and the general consensus was you were free."

"I haven't really gone around announcing it, so..."

"Ah, got ya," Hwiyoung nodded. "Well, you know, I'm not petty, so if you want to still catch a ride, I can still drive you home."

I break into a chuckle, "sweet, but I won't be like that."

Hwiyoung chuckle, "alright then, let's just head out to the elevator then."

Much to my surprise, Rowoon was outside out department waiting for me. He immediately perks up when he sees me and plays it off as if he was waiting for the elevators though.

Hwiyoung is none-the-wiser and begins to ask me, "how long have you been together?"

"Hmm?"

"With your boyfriend."

"Ah," I say trailing off, "not that long."

Hwiyoung sighs, "I see. Well, I'm not surprised, you're an amazing woman. It makes less sense if you were single for long, to be honest."

I feel my cheeks burn at the sentiment. Hwiyoung chuckles, "yeah, whoever he is, he's really lucky."

The elevator ride down is pretty silent. When we make it to the lobby, Hwiyoung waves goodbye and Rowoon and I make our way out. We don't speak to each other, up until we're out the building and walking down the block.

Rowoon asked, "you told him about me?"

"Well, it was kinda hard not to when he asked me out on a date."

Immediately, Rowoon grabs my hand and tugs me towards him. He wraps his arms around me and makes an annoyed, trying to be cute sound. It was honestly really funny.

I turn to him and give him a look, "did you not hear the context of that story?"

"Did you know it took everything in me not to burst out and tell everyone you were my girlfriend?"

I give him a smile and kissed his hand, "you did good babe."

He pouts, "you didn't even care that Ruby was flirting with me."

"That's because Ruby does that to everyone and I know for a fact you're in love with me."

Rowoon turns to me and smiles, "that's true." His smile turns to pout though and he notes, "I don't want you hanging out that guy though."

"Well now that he knows I'm taken, I'm thinking he won't either."

#rowoon fanfic #sf9 fanfic #hwiyoung fanfic #sf9 fluff #sf9 #kim seokwoo #kim seokwoo fanfic #help i cant write anymore #sf9 imagines #rowoon x reader #rowoon

[unifox]

Period.

~Pairing: Chani x reader (with a uterus {no gender specified tho, I don't know if it worked but I tried my best!})

~Genre: fluff 

~Warnings: food and period-related things

~Words: 630

~Summary: You deal with your period in the most nonchalant way possible. So much so that Chani never noticed you at that time of the month.

a/n: Hello! Found this Draft from 2021 and decided to finally finish it. I hope You guys like this one!

Here's a Scenario game! in case anyone is interested in asking for a prompt ~Foxy🦊

~Masterlist~

Chani kept side-eyeing Youngbin’s girlfriend as she kept grunting. 1/3 worried and 2/3 annoyed he asked

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah” was her short and direct answer, not even bothering to look at him

He shrugged and went back to scrolling through Instagram when Youngbin busted through the door and presented his girlfriend with a bag

“I got you chocolate and ice cream. Plus your pads and some painkillers” he said while kissing her forehead

She only then opened a bright smile and hugged her boyfriend repeatedly saying thank you. She then got up and ran to the toilet

“What’s up with her?” Chani mumbled

Youngbin with his sharp hearing answered that she was on her period

Chani stopped and started to think back to the last time you, his s/o was on your period but he couldn’t recall a single moment. Of course, his thinking face didn't go unnoticed by Youngbin and his girlfriend who just returned from the toilet.

"Don't you do anything to y/n? You should spoil them ” Bin's Gf questioned Chani

"I… I've never witnessed their period…" he asked

"Haven't you guys been together for 6 months now…? How have you not witnessed it yet…" Youngbin began to wonder, making Chani shrug

"How would I know that they're on their period?” Chani asked the two older

"Well, they could have cramps, mood changes, go to the toilet a lot, cravings… It really changes from person to person”

Thinking about the symptoms, Chani could't remember a single time he witnessed one of those. Oh well, he should ask you about it.

You actually act nonchalantly about your period. Cramps? Take some meds. Mood changes? Yours are not that noticeable and you're a good actor/actress. Cravings? Use that delivery app. You could say you're pretty independent and that's why your period passes unnoticed by your boyfriend. You never felt the need to call him to do anything for you when that time of the month comes after all, way too many years passed with you dealing with it on your own

A month passed and Chani kept on trying to find any signs that you were on your period. When he thought he finally figured it out because you've been upset for a whole week, you simply vented.

"My boss is being a real pain in the ass this week. Everybody agrees that the project needs more time to fully develop and improve but he doesn't care! He just wants us to finish it quickly to brag to his superior! That selfish bastard… ”

One day, Chani walks into your apartment to you angrily sipping water

"What… What happened?”

"I just wanted a mocha frappuccino but I can't drink caffeine OR milk right now. That's annoying” You said now pouting at him

"And why is that?” he asked sitting next to you and putting his arm over your shoulders

"I'm on my period. That usually worsens my cramps” You mentioned and went back to drinking your water

oh? I guess that's his cue to confront you about it

"You know, I've been talking to Youngbin and his girlfriend, and they kind of judged me for not spoiling you when you're on your period. Does that make you upset? That I didn't notice it before?” He said cautiously but honestly

"Oh… Not really, I guess I'm just used to dealing with it on my own. Some cuddles when I have cramps would be nice tho” You responded a bit surprised. You weren't expecting Chani to spoil you since throughout your relationship it wasn't really something that occurred a lot, it was just how you both were, but his willingness to change touched your heart.

"How about cuddles to chase this bad mood away? I guess you can't have that frappuccino now but you can have some cuddles… And your favorite takeout. How about that”

"That sounds wonderful baby, thank you” You pecked Chani on the lips

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[key201303]

There’s a week left for my birthday 🥳

What would you say if love shot series made a comeback as my birthday special?? 👀👀

#kpop #kpop imagine #kpop angst #kpop smut #kpop mafia au #sf9 #sf9 x reader #sf9 imagine #sf9 fanfic #sf9 angst #sf9 smut #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 hwiyoung x reader #sf9 hwiyoung smut #sf9 hwiyoung angst #sf9 hwiyoung imagine #sf9 hwiyoung fanfic #hwiyoung #hwiyoung x reader #hwiyoung angst #hwiyoung smut #kim youngkyun #kim youngkyun x reader #kim youngkyun angst #kim youngkyun smut #sf9 youngkyun #sf9 mafia au

[lunnanunna]

Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @many-gay-magpies @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180 @frankenstein852 @jenseok17​ @keijikunn​ @glitteringcoffeefreak​

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open. Feedback is welcomed.

Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it���ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking  about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 10th member #sf9 extra member #sf9 fanfic #sf9 scenarios #sf9 oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #kim youngbin #kim inseong #lee jaeyoon #lee dawon #baek zuho #kim rowoon #yoo taeyang #kim hwiyoung #kang chani

[seawitch62]

Body art with Rowoon

Suggestive, smut?

Nudity

Word count 584

      The 10.00 O'Clock.

        *Your body. Our canvas*

Arriving with ten minutes to spare, the receptionist smiles, "good morning, your 10 o'clock is here" handing over the client's file. "Early huh, okay thanks ".

Glancing at the file, explicit instructions, 'he knows what he wants' she muses. Sipping on her vanilla latte, she heads towards her studio.

🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌

Entering her studio, deliberating her plan of attack, his instructions are very detailed and precise, this should be a breeze.

"Good morning Mr ….." her voice trails off, standing before wearing a blue bathrobe, is a giant of a man, and what a man! Handsome does not do him justice. Smiling at her, "Rowoon is fine". 

"I hope I did not keep you waiting".

Looking at him 'oh God he's tall!'

"No one told me I needed my mountain climbing gear"

Rowoon raises his eyebrow, and grins.

"What I mean is you're tall" fumbling to save the situation.

"Coffee or other refreshment? While I set up"

"Brought my own"

"Excellent".

"Let's get this show on the road" she states with a confident tilt.

Grabbing the paintbrush and palette.

Turning around, her eyes blink with disbelief.

Rowoon has removed the blue robe and now stands before her naked.

Stuttering "you're naked!".

"Well obviously! Is there a problem?".

"Err hmm well you don't need to be naked"

With a look of complete innocence "I don't want paint on my clothing"

"Who knows, maybe you will get inspired and paint my ass," he grins.

"I am careful I promise you Mr.."

He cuts her off  "I think Rowoon is applicable in this situation" laughing.

Starting her work, she begins, his body is the canvas she is the artist. Brushstrokes gently cover his limbs. 

"Are you purposefully rubbing up against my butt?"  He asks playfully.

"What? No!".

Focus focus focus.

"I need a ladder to scale this Mountain" she tells herself out loud. 

"You're  going to scale me ?"

"What? Yes! No!".

Standing on the chair the paintbrush glides over his shoulder blades, nice shoulders she thinks to herself, nice body, smooth and silky skin.

He smells good too, focus focus focus.

Stepping down from the chair as she works her way down his back.

Nice ass!

"Are you staring at my ass?"

"No!"

"Touch it, if you want!".

Ignoring him she continues working on her canvas.

"Paint it, my ass" he demands.

Oh god she inwardly moans.

The paintbrush moves across his butt, her face staring directly at his butt.

Finally she makes her way to his thighs and calves.

"Now the front" he states.

The chair her makeshift ladder, she starts with his handsome face working her way to his neck.

His direct intense focus gaze is unnerving.

"Skateboarding"

Puzzled, she answers "what?"

"Want to go skateboarding?"

"With you?"

"No my sister! Of course me!"

"I can't skateboard"

"I'll teach you".

Painting his chest and abs, their bodies are close, very close.

"If you keep wiggling on my cock we will have a problem"

Stepping back, "I I I.."

"Unless you want 'a problem'

Focus focus focus.

Work work work she tells herself.

Ignore the sexy giant.

Eye level with his package, work dammit just work.

"My cock likes you" he injects into the awkward silence.

"I'm betting your cock likes many" she adds with cool disdain.

The final paint stroke applied.

"All done" she sighs with relief.

Staring at his reflection, inspecting her work.

"Great job, I will be back and I will give my recommendations to my friends".

.

#rowoon scenario #rowoon x reader #rowoon smut #sf9 fanfic #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 smut #rowoon imagine

[suntaeshine]

Am I Supposed To Be Mad? 2

Yoo Taeyang x OC

In which Nabi's boyfriend reminds her of the past and Taeyang wants to know more.

Friends with benefits to lovers!

Chapter 2/?

Rating M

Warnings!

for future chapters: heavy smut, descriptive smut, toxic relationship (not with Taeyang!), harsh language, violence, honestly it’s just a lot of p with little plot, 18+ MINORS DNI

This is a work of fiction completely by my own ideas

A/N: Part 2 already! I love this fic so much, I'm really looking forward to diving into Taeyang and Nabi's relationship and their dynamic.

                                                        -ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅

Casual words are traded amongst the group, a calm scene compared to the vibrant chaos happening just feet away from the rest. However, an even calmer discussion was happening in the midst of the already secluded area.

"It's a tough job, for the brain and hands anyway. But, I hope to one day inherit the company from my father," Taeyang explains. Nabi nods in understanding.

"I can only imagine how much harder it would be if and when you become CEO," she says and Taeyang chuckles.

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his neck, "But, it's what they expect me to do."

"Do you enjoy it?" she asks, her eyebrows crinkled in confusion at his words.

It was always expected of him to take the company on. He had a half brother who was also eligible, but he wasn't as committed to it as Taeyang is. Taeyang was also older than his half brother and he wouldn't place that burden on his younger brother.

"To a point, I assume. Does anyone truly enjoy mountains of paper work, though?" Taeyang laughs but Nabi frowns a little and tilts her head.

"If you don't like it, then why do it? You really want to be 70 years old and hating your daily life all because you made some decisions you regret in your 20's?"

Taeyang was speechless. Never before had someone taken his feelings and his future into account like this. Especially not someone he'd just met. He was overwhelmed, but also intrigued. 

"What about you? Your work?" he asks, delflecting her question.

"No work. I'm actually a college student," she answers, a blush rising on her cheeks, she wasn't used to so much attention on her at once.

"Oh, really? What degree?" he asks, moving a bit closer in order to hear her better.

"Business management. I wanna start my own business, I've always wanted to," she admits. She didn't get the chance to talk about this ambition much, she felt giddy at the interest in Taeyang's face.

"What kind? I know some places you could get a grant from," he offers.

"That would be helpful. I want to start my own fashion lines. I love designing and creating things. It's been a hobby of mine since I was younger and found out that I can actually turn it into a career in high school. I've been pretty set on it ever since."

"That's cool, I've never met such a creative person before," he teases and she laughs while shaking her head.

"You seem creative yourself. Do you dabble in art of any kind?" she questions, once again switching the focus onto him.

"It's embarrassing," he denies, once again his hand going to the back of his neck as he looks to the floor.

"Oh, now I have to know!" she exclaims, pulling her leg up onto the seat to view Taeyang fully. "What is it? What super secret hobby do you have?" 

"Ah, it's dumb," he shakes his head, refusing to meet her eyes.

"If you enjoy it, it's not dumb. If you enjoy it, it's extremely important and I need to know."

"Why do you need to know?" he jokes, finally looking back to Nabi.

"Because! For all I know your hobby could be creating replicas of the wonders of the world in toothpicks! And if it is, then you have to let me see them!"

"Toothpicks?" he laughs, liking how Nabi's nose crinkled.

"It's a thing, I swear!" she defends, crossing her arms and holding her head up.

"Maybe you're the one with that obsession," he says, poking at her leg that rested beside his.

"Guilty!" she holds her hands up in surrender. "I watched a TV show about a guy that makes them and thought it was cool."

"Doesn't take much to impress you. You're probably astounded by those enormous domino structures," Taeyang teases and Nabi begins giggling again.

"I totally am!" she admits with a bright smile.

"I can't lie, I am, too. I think it's cool to see people put in so much time and effort just for it to go away in seconds time," he agrees.

"I saw one video of a guy making a pyramid and he was over halfway done with it when the whole thing collapsed," Nabi frowns, a small laugh still escaping her lips.

"Oh no! That's awful," Taeyang tries to be sad as well but joins in the laughing.

"It is! I almost cried," Nabi shakes her head.

"I'm sure the guy did cry."

"Now, stop distracting me! What is your hobby?" 

"Photography. That's it. I just like to take pictures," he shrugs, even though he felt like the words were hard to say. His father always told him the hobby would never be useful in the 'real world' and so Taeyang became ashamed of it.

"That's fine, why is it so bad?" Nabi questions and Taeyang feels like she'd seen right through him.

"Just one of those things you do as a teenager but never really helps you out any," he shrugs.

"My hobby is something I found while young. And now I'm well on my way to making it my life's work. My income, my way to pay bills. Is that dumb?" she asks, her voice more caring than offended.

She was testing him, Taeyang knew that. He felt cornerned, never so vulnerable to someone despite it was such a casual conversation. It wasn't to him, he was never asked these things. No one really wanted to know that much about him. They were always much more interested in knowing when he was going to be CEO, or how much he was making. Never did someone ask him what he did for his own pleasure in his free time.

"Of course not," he shakes his head. Which was true, he thought she was admirable. She was determined to achieve her goals, but he could also see the love for the craft she held in her eyes. 

"So, why is yours any different?" she asks.

She caught him. Taeyang chuckles, absolutely trapped in her mental grasp. He'd played right into her game.

"I also like drawing," he exposes. "You going to grill me for that next?"

"Maybe. I'll stop when you realize that your hobbies are important and not something you should be embarrassed about," she shrugs.

"Fair enough," he nods, meeting her eyes once again.

Neither of them could hold back the smiles that took over their faces.

••••

"What time is it?" Nayeon yawns, stretching her arms over Nabi who was still immersed in a new conversation with Taeyang.

"Nearing 2 a.m.," Jaeyoon answers, glancing at his phone. 

"I'm exhausted," Moonbyul admits and Nayeon sighs with a nod.

"Tag along back home with me?" Nayeon asks and Moonbyul agrees.

"Please, I've had a few drinks and don't feel like taking an uber," Moonbyul says.

"Hey, Nabs," Nayeon calls. Nabi doesn't give her roommate a glance, instead laughing at something Taeyang said.

"Nabi!" Moonbyul calls out, louder this time, finally gaining a second of Nabi's attention.

"Yeah?" Nabi asks, barely turning her focus away from Taeyang, only sparing a quick glance.

"I'm tired so I'm heading home. Moonbyul is coming, too. Do you need a ride or is Hyunjae taking you home?" 

"Who?" Nabi asks before nodding. "Oh, right. Umm...."

Nabi trails off, looking from Moonbyul to Taeyang, then to the crowd of people still partying. She caught a glimpse of Hyunjae, who looked awful. It was clear he was hitting more than just the keg stand. He looked as if he were about to puke everywhere on anyone that walked by him. 

She knew it was the 'dutiful girlfriend' thing to do and go over to him. But, she also didn't want to fight with a drunken Hyunjae. That was the worst Hyunjae, because that was when he got louder and a lot more brutal with his words.

"I don't know," she mumbled, a deep frown setting across her usually delicate features.

"I'll take you home, if you want," Juyeon offers. "I'm staying a little longer."

"Really?" she asks and Juyeon nods.

"No problem."

"Thanks," she gratefully smiles then turns to where Moonbyul and Nayeon were already standing. "I'll see you at home?"

"Sure thing, night everyone," Moonbyul waves and the group all send their farewells to the two girls.

"So, Hyunjae?" Taeyang asks.

"Boyfriend," she answers, though the word felt like poison in her mouth. 

"Ah," Taeyang nods, instinctively glancing around the crowd as if he could point out which one Hyunjae was.

"It's.... Complicated?" Nabi trails off, before finding the closest word to fit the situation.

"If you don't mind me asking, how so?" Taeyang asks, setting his hand on top of Nabi's. 

Her hands were even tense and that sent a rush of uneasiness through Taeyang.

"It's just, you know.... College, distance, fighting," she fumbles over her words, unable to look away from how large Taeyang's hand was compared to her own.

"Damn, that sucks," he sympathizes, squeezing her hand in comfort. He wasn't sure why his words now seemed to fall short. He felt guilty to even be sitting so close to her right now.

"Yeah, it does," Nabi nods. "I don't know. It's just a weird, touchy subject."

"I understand," he nods, removing his hand from hers. 

Immediately, she yearned for his warmth again. 

••••

"I can't leave him like that," Nabi sighs, as she and Juyeon had gotten closer to where Hyunjae was. 

He was now propped with his back against the wall. His eyes were shut and Nabi wondered if he was even conscious.

"Yeah, well, he deserves it," Juyeon shrugs. He and Nabi were close friends as they were neighbors when Nabi's family moved into town. Juyeon was a few years older than her but took Nabi in as a younger sister and the two grew up together. He knew the whole story with Hyunjae and he hated every bit of it. 

"So rude," Nabi giggles, playfully shoving the taller man who hardly budges.

"If you want to grab him, whatever. I'm just saying I wouldn't blame the manager if they just threw him on the sidewalk," Juyeon shrugs.

"You don't mind?" she asks, not wanting to burden her friend.

"It's fine. But, if he pukes in my car I'll personally leave him on the side of the road."

"Deal," Nabi agrees and Juyeon laughs.

"Hyunjae? Hey, Hyunjae?" Nabi coaxes, waving her hand in front of her boyfriend's face.

"What?" he snaps with a deep voice, his drunken nature already more ruthless than his sober one.

"Come on, we're gonna take you home," she softly says, flinching as he pushes himself off the wall.

"Whatever. Party's lame anyway," he slurs, tripping over his own feet with every step he takes. Juyeon scoffs but follows Nabi who was following Hyunjae. 

From afar, Taeyang watches with curious eyes. He finally saw Hyunjae's face and didn't recognize him, but already felt a sense of anger in his veins despite never having a conversation with the guy.

"Hey," he nudges Jaeyoon's shoulder, "That's Nabi's boyfriend?"

"Uh, yeah," Jaeyoon says and grimaces. "For now, anyway. Not sure how long it'll last this time."

"This time?" Taeyang repeats.

"Another story for a better day. Wanna hit the keg?"

••••

"I'll be right back," Nabi grunts as Hyunjae's weight was bringing her down.

"You sure you don't need help?" Juyeon asks, still sitting in his car.

"No, I've got it. I'll be back in just a few," she breathes out, steadying her boyfriend's arm around her shoulder.

"Make it quick," Juyeon says and Nabi nods before tugging Hyunjae toward his door.

Each step was difficult as she was all but carrying his entire frame on her shoudlers. Eventually, she makes it to the door, propping him up on the wall and reaching into his pocket for his keys.

"Stop," he demands, pushing her hand away from him.

"I'm trying to get your keys!" she hisses, her patience wearing thin.

"Shut up," he groans, his head leaning back against the wall. 

Nabi rolls her eyes but finally finds his keys and makes quick work with the lock. As she makes an effort to resume the previous position, he groans once more.

"Stop," he demands once again.

"Hyunjae, you're home. Just help me get you to bed," Nabi exasperatedly pleads.

Although he fought and spit curses at her with every step, she finally got him to his bedroom. All at once, he seemed to wake up from the haze.

"Stay with me," he says, leaning back into his pillows, moving to unbuckle his belt.

"I can't," she shakes her head.

"Stay," he continues, his tongue caressing his bottom lip.

"Hyun, I can't," she firmly denies.

"Whatever. Fucking leave then, see if I give a damn," he scoffs, kicking her hand away and tugging his blanket over him. As the rough edge of his shoe catches the back of her hand, she lets out a small 'ah' and coils her hand into her chest.

"Fine, you'll just call me when you're hungover anyway," Nabi rolls her eyes and starts out the door.

"Just fuck off," Hyunjae scowls. 

"Gladly," she whispers under her breath and makes her way out of his house without looking back.

"All good?" Juyeon asks as Nabi hops into the passenger seat.

"Mhmm," Nabi nods, her lips pursed in a tight, thin line as she holds her scratched hand out of Juyeon's sight. Juyeon sighs and rubs her shoulder softly before starting the car up.

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[slytherinshua]

HOME WITH YOU

genre. fluff. inseong as a dad. warnings. a toddler (great heavens). mention of overworking. pairing. husband!inseong x nurse!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. inseong is so very dad coded :( along w youngbin also but i decided to write for inseong first probably gonna have that youngbin dad fic soon tho

“You messed it up, daddy!” You heard muffled squeals from the other room. It was still the first week of kindergarten for your 4 year old daughter, Mina. She wanted to wear pigtails every day for school, and your husband had been trying to oblige her request every day where you needed to sleep in.

You worked late shifts at the hospital, especially during the flu season that was just starting. It was exhausting, but coming home to Inseong and Mina always made it worth it. 

You forced your eyes open enough to check the time on your phone, groaning when you realized it was still before 7 am. You hadn’t gotten home until past 2 last night, and you were definitely feeling the effects of continual loss of sleep. You needed a break.

The high pitched giggles from your daughter’s bedroom mingling with the deeper raspier chuckles from Inseong brought a small smile to your face. You were happy to be able to hear their joy. But a bittersweet feeling panged your heart as you were once again reminded that Mina was growing up, and because of your work, you were missing out on her childhood.

There really wasn’t much you could do. You couldn’t ask for less shifts— the hospital needed all the nurses it could get, especially since it was already short-staffed. You couldn’t quit your job, either. You needed the money to be able to support your family. The only thing you could do was keep going, with the small hope that the workload might lessen with time.

It was almost time for Mina to get to school, so you heaved your body up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t bother changing— you would probably find yourself falling back to sleep after you said goodbye to her, anyway— but you tried to rid any traces of your tiredness from your face. Though Mina was little, she was very observant. She didn’t understand complicated concepts like overworking, understaffing, and responsibility. But she did understand that if mommy was grumpy, it probably meant that she was tired; and mommy was only tired because she was never at home.

You walked into Mina’s room after you had deemed yourself presentable and immediately smiled at the sight before you. Your daughter adorned 2 lopsided pigtails tied with bright pink scrunchies. They were definitely messy due to your husband’s inexperience in dealing with hair— some loose strands of hair escaping them at the bottom, but they looked cute enough. The teachers at the kindergarten would probably redo her hair if it got undone anyway. Given the bright grin on your daughter’s face, and the way she was smiling up at your husband, you figured she was pleased with her new hairstyle.

“You already for school, Mina?” You asked, kneeling down to be on the same level as her.

“Yes!” She squealed, running up to you to give you a hug. You held her for longer than a normal hug with a toddler would last as you didn’t know when the next opportunity to hold her would be. Though she squirmed a bit, she hugged you back until you separated from her.

“You look very pretty today. Did your dad do your hair for you?” You tilted your head as you admired the messy masterpiece that Inseong had created on her head. The scrunchies matched her pink outfit, altogether making her look twice as cute as usual.

She hummed happily, holding a pigtail in each hand, “It doesn’t hurt when daddy does my hair.”

You laughed, “Of course. He doesn’t want to hurt your precious head, does he? I wonder how long they’ll stay in, though.” You murmured the last part, amused at how the left pigtail was already slipping. Inseong had gone to pack Mina’s little bag, and was now back with it in his hand.

“It’s time to go, princess.” He ushered, taking Mina’s hand and slipping the backpack on her back. “Breakfast’s on the table— coffee on the counter.” He called back to you as he lead her out the door.

You sighed, half happy and half exhausted. Seeing your daughter always energised you, but the high only lasted so long before the crash you always experienced. You were feeling it now, and although your brain and body wanted nothing more than more sleep, you chose to go find the food that Inseong had left out for you.

You smiled at the plate of pink dyed heart-shaped pancakes on a plate waiting for you. You got your cup of coffee and sat down to eat, checking your phone for your next shift in your schedule. Your eyes widened when you read it.

Y/n L/n and Park Sunhwa’s shifts covered for the next 2 days. New locums hired for the second week of September.

You hadn’t had a 2 day break in what felt like years. You wanted to laugh, or maybe cry. You had been so, so exhausted this past month. You finished your breakfast just as Inseong returned from dropping off Mina to school. He picked up on your elated smile quickly, and it quickly triggered his own.

“Why so happy, hm? You looked tired this morning.” 

“I’m off for the next 2 days.” You told him happily as you loaded your dishes into the dishwasher.

“Really? That’s amazing, love. You deserve the rest.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms. You sighed as you leaned your head onto his chest and circled your arms around his waist tightly, letting all the exhaustion and frustration slowly release from the embrace.

“It’s been so exhausting. Missed you so much.” You mumbled, savouring every second you could feel being so close to him. The gentle squeeze of his arms around you, his calming scent reaching your nose, the soft thump of his heart in his chest. You were so glad to be back in his arms.

“You should go back to sleep while you can. It’s hard to sleep when Mina’s back from school.” He suggested, swaying you back and forth in his arms.

“Want to sleep next to you.” You responded, not objecting to the idea, but hugging him a little tighter just in case he might try to escape.

He laughed, stroking your hair, “Okay. We can sleep next to each other.”

Getting back into bed, this time cuddled up next to your husband, felt like home. It was quiet and intimate, and drowsiness quickly took over your body. You said I love you’s in hushed voices, and Inseong pressed light kisses to your head, reminding you of how hard you had worked and how proud he is of you. You fell asleep before him given your tiredness. He held you in his arms for a long time, listening to your steady breath and appreciating the feeling of you so close.

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[bird-of-victory]

Birthday Kisses and Wishes

Youngbin x OC x Zuho

What happens when a wolf shifter, a panther shifter, and a witch are destined to be mates. 

Author Note: This is just a piece I wrote to see what the reaction would be and if anyone would be interested in something like this or in a world like this. Any comments, encouragement to continue or expand, or reactions would be much appreciated. Also, fair warning, this is a long one (like 15 pages long). I just couldn’t seem to stop myself. Sorry, not sorry.

Nari POV

I was standing in the workroom of the shop, the pass-through curtain open to see the counter and shop front in case anyone came in. Luckily, no one really came in during the afternoon on a Wednesday, so I knew that I had some time to work on my little project. Adding a little bit of rosemary in, I couldn’t help smiling as the aroma filled the little room. It was a perfect mix of home-like comfort and cleansing. 

“Ooo, I like this! Is this a new scent for the shop?” questioned Sunhi, leaning in the pass-through window.

“No, it’s a birthday present” I answered, keeping the smile on my face small as I watched the concoction boil a little longer.

“A birthday present? Who’s birthday is coming up?”

Sunhi moved to sit on the counter, facing the workroom. She looked at me with her most sly expression, like she was already planning something. 

“Zuho’s birthday, if you must know. It’s on the fourth and I want to make sure it’s perfect before the party” I said, turning off the burner and ladling some of the potion out into the waiting vials. 

“The fourth? The doctor’s birthday is on the fourth?” echoed Sunhi, her head popping up in surprise.

“Yes, the fourth.” 

“So, is the party on the fourth as well?” asked Sunhi, a smirk forming on her face as she jumped off the counter and moved to the pass-through window.

“Yes, it is. And don’t you try anything. Last thing I need is you trying to play matchmaker when it’s Zuho’s day” I warned, capping the vials and moving to heat up the wax for sealing them.

“But it’s not just his day” whined Sunhi, falling against the window seal and pouting.

“Don’t try anything” I warned again, watching the purple wax melt.

I could only shake my head as I went about sealing the vials and stamping them with the shop logo on top. Humming a random melody, I smiled as Sunhi joined in while moving around the shop. When everything was completed and I had packaged up the vials in a gift box, I went back to the counter to start getting prepared for closing. 

“Don’t forget you promised to watch the shop so I could help prepare for the party?” I reminded Sunhi, continuing to do a drawer count.

“Is that why you asked me to watch the shop again this year? I thought it was because you finally had a hot date with that wolf and panther you are always with” said Sunhi, leaning on the counter.

I could only chuckle because I didn’t know how to tell her how much I wish it was because of that. I’d had a crush on both Zuho and Youngbin oppa since I first introduced myself as their neighbor and that crush has grown into full-on love for both of them as I have gotten to know them more. But there is no way two Alpha shifters would want anything more than friendship with a witch. 

“You know witches are only good as friends to shifters. Even if they weren’t Alphas, they would still be out of my league.”

“I swear, that old stereotype of witches not being good enough to be mates with shifters. I wish I could go back in time and strangle the person who thought that up” growled Sunhi, grabbing a pillow and holding it up like she was strangling someone.

“Just promise you will be back from your modeling gig in time to watch the shop, please?” I ask again, shifting the subject back.

“Of course, you can always count on your best friend,” replied Sunhi, giving me her award-winning smile. “Besides, you helping to set up Dr. Panther’s birthday party is even better than a date. He’ll see how much effort you put into the party and sweep you off your feet in thanks. Who knows? Maybe he will do more than just sweep you off your feet. You’ll deserve a present just as much as he does.”

I could only laugh and push her away as she leaned on my shoulder and winked at her last statement. 

Youngbin POV

“So, everything is ready for the party?” questioned Inseong, looking over the list of things that he and Nari had put together. 

“The ice cream cake has been ordered from his favorite shop. All the decorations are waiting in my apartment. Jaeyoonie and I are going grocery shopping later and will start cooking that morning” replied Nari, counting her fingers as she paced the walkway in between our couch and breakfast bar. “Are Rowoon and Dawon going to be able to keep him away from here so we can decorate? Maybe we should send Chani and Hwiyoung just to be safe.”

It was cute watching her plan this party for Zuho. Inseong and Jaeyoon were normally in charge of birthdays and parties, but Nari insisted on being involved in the planning of Zuho’s party. I could feel the gratitude coming off Inseong and Jaeyoon as they all spoke. Nari really had everything under control and those two were normally scrambling at the last second to throw something together. Not to say they didn’t throw a good party, but this year is shaping up to be one of the best parties yet with half the normal stress.

“Rowoon and Dawon will keep him busy enough. We don’t need the two maknaes added into the mix” I inserted, moving to lean against the back of the couch. “Besides, don’t you want them here to decorate while you cook?”

Nari stopped in front of me and zoned out while she thought through every option. Her vanilla and lavender scent wafted my way and I couldn’t help closing my eyes as I took a deep breath of that scent. Ever since she moved next door, that scent has haunted my mind. It became addictive to the point I kept a bottle of it hidden for when the craving got too much. But even then, nothing compares to the original. As if one cue, a pleased rumble came from deep in my chest, a sign my wolf agreed. 

Inseong and Jaeyoon gave me a matching smirk as they caught me. Those two could tell what this little witch does to me. They could from the first time they met her while visiting Juho and I. It’s been a topic of teasing for them ever since.

“It will be better to keep them here, Nari. Those two are likely to whine so much they all come back early just to shut them up” said Jaeyoon, getting up to put his arm around her shoulders. Smirking at me over her head, he pulled her towards the front door and away from me. “Let’s go get that grocery shopping done so we can finalize the menu.”

“That’s probably for the best. Youngbin oppa, is there anything you want from the store or any requests for the food?” questioned Nari, looking back at me as they gathered their stuff.

“Just be safe” I answered, smiling at Nari sweetly before giving Jaeyoon a pointed look.

“Okay, we’ll be back soon” sing-songed Nari as she and Jaeyoon left arm in arm. 

Jaeyoon bowed his head and let out a quiet rumble, letting me know that he got the hidden command from me. He and Nari had become very close since she got to know all of my pack. If I could trust anyone, outside of Zuho, with her, it would be Jaeyoon. 

“When are you two going to finally claim that girl?” asked Inseong, moving from the breakfast bar to the couch. “Not that this live action drama isn’t fun to watch, but all that tension gets old after a while.”

I moved to sit on the couch beside him, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling. How much longer could I put off this feeling? Zuho wanted to claim her from the first time he saw her. He held no qualms about having a witch for a mate. No qualms about sharing a mate either.

“A mate bond is between me and my mate. Why does the rest of the world need to have an option on who or what my mate is? As long as they love me and I love them, nothing else matters.”

However, there is still a part of me that holds onto that social conditioning. Wolves aren’t supposed to mate with witches. Wolves aren’t supposed to share mates, especially not with another shifter species. But I can’t deny the fact that seeing her and Zuho cuddled on the couch brings me just as much peace as holding her in my arms does. I can’t deny the fact that my mind has been filled with nothing but her since the day she knocked on our door. Witch or not, she is everything I have looked for in a mate and more. 

“When he can pull his head out of his ass” answered a deep voice from the door.

I turned my head to see Zuho slipping off his shoes and placing them in the shoe cabinet. He stopped for a second and took a deep breath before smiling. It was the same soft, love-filled look he gets whenever he is around Nari. Who am I kidding? I get the same one. 

“Nari was here?” asked Zuho, following her scent till he was standing behind the couch where she was standing previously.

“She and Jaeyoon went grocery shopping just now” I answered, moving to turn on the tv.

“If she needed to go shopping, why didn’t she tell me? I asked her yesterday if she needed to go and she said no” questioned Zuho, a worried tone slightly entering his voice.

The worry of our mate not having everything she needs entered my head and I could smell it coming from Zuho as well. Is she focusing so much on Zuho’s party that she is ignoring her own needs? Is she spending all her money for her own food on the food for the party? I should have given her my card when they left. 

“Jaeyoonie is the one who needed to go shopping. He just wanted Nari to go along with him. You know that recent project has been keeping him busy so he missed her” answered Inseong, smirking at both of us. “No need to worry about your little witch. I’m sure if she needed anything, you would be the first ones to know.” 

“I’m checking her apartment” announced Zuho, moving towards the door.

Inseong sat up quickly, eyes wide and mouthed “the decorations” to me. Shit, the decorations for the party are in Nari’s apartment. I jumped up and ran to the door, grabbing the key we had to Nari’s apartment before Zuho could. 

“I’ll go check and make sure everything is okay. You’ve had a long day at the office. Go change and shower” I said, running out the door and leaving Inseong to deal with Zuho.

I leaned against the front door and prayed that Inseong would be able to at least stall Zuho long enough for me to make sure the decorations were hidden. Moving next door, I slipped the key in the door and entered. Giving myself a moment to just inhale her scent that covered everything, I could feel my wolf howling at being surrounded by it. Getting back to the task at hand, I grabbed the bags of decorations she had around the living room and ran them back to her bedroom. 

“I swear, I was never this bad with Jaeyoon” exclaimed Inseong, being dragged by Zuho as he entered the apartment. 

“Of course not, you two lived with each other from the first moment you met” countered Zuho, going straight to the kitchen. “It’s hard to hide the fact you don’t have something when you live together. The only thing you had to worry about was making all of us vomit with your making out in public spaces.”

“Making out on the couch isn’t in a public space,” said Inseong, crossing his arms.

“It is when you share that space with seven other shifters” I said, coming out of the bathroom after checking that she had everything in there. “She’s almost out of shampoo and conditioner. Do you think she makes it herself, gets it from Sunhi, or can we buy it somewhere?”

“I’m sure we can get it out of Sunhi,” commented Zuho, looking in her pantry. “She has all of her normal snacks and food. All of her favorite drinks are in the fridge too.”

“See you two worried for nothing. She has everything she needs, right?” asked Inseong, looking between the two of us before taking out his vibrating phone. “Jaeyoonie, what’s up?”

I went into the kitchen with Zuho, who kept opening cabinets and double checking things. He had really been getting on Nari about her diet since he found out about her habit of getting caught up in things and forgetting to eat. It had become a habit of his to make sure that she had all the things she liked to eat stocked in her cabinets whenever we came over. We even had more stocked in our apartment just in case she ran out or wanted it while over at our place.

“They are on the way back. If you don’t want to look like real weirdos for going through her things without her knowing, I suggest we go back to your place.”

Inseong pointed out the front door with his phone and walked out. Looking back at Zuho, I saw that his attention had been caught by a calendar on the fridge. The fourth had been circled in red and had a drawing of two birthday cakes on it with Zuho’s name on it. He flipped through the calendar and we saw each birthday of our pack and Sunhi’s circled with the same drawings. 

“Her birthday isn't here,” commented Zuho, looking back at me. “Did she tell you when her birthday is? I don’t remember her ever mentioning her birthday, just being born in ninety-four.”

“No, she didn’t. Let’s just get through your birthday and then we can find out” I said, clapping my hand on his shoulder and guiding him out of Nari’s place.

I could feel my wolf pulling me to go back to our mate’s place as we moved next door and could sense the same from Zuho as we entered the apartment. As much as I considered this home, it didn’t smell right without her scent mixing with Zuho’s and mine. Soon, my wolf whispered. Sometimes I wish I could just let him take over and then I get reminded of all the horror stories I was told of shifters that mate with witches. 

No, Nari wouldn’t be like them. She has proven over and over again to not be like any other witch we have encountered before. But how would the world accept us? A panther shifter and a wolf shifter sharing a witch as a mate. 

“Get your head out of your ass,” said Zuho, flicking my forehead. “I can hear your thoughts from here. One day, I’m going to lose my patience and claim her without you.”

“What?” I snarled, turning to face him.

“I’m not going to continue holding myself back from my mate just because you are caught up with being the perfect Alpha wolf” growled Zuho, eyes flashing green.

“What about you? What’s holding you back right now?” I challenged, letting my eyes flash to amber. 

“Because I would rather our mate feel whole when she is claimed than feel like something is missing” said Zuho, getting into my face as his eyes changed to full green.

“And she won’t feel that if you claim her without me?” I countered, refusing to stand down even when thoughts of those two without me started playing in the back of my head.

The heartache those thoughts caused is worse than I expected. It was like someone ripped my very heart out and stepped on it. Zuho cuddled around her in bed, their scents mixing together without mine. Her moaning out his name with no thought of me in the picture. A home filled with laughter and love that I had no place in. My wolf growled as loud as possible in my head at those thoughts. So loud, I didn’t realize it had come out of my own mouth as well.

“I will spend my life making sure she knows she is enough for at least one of us. The rest of the world be damned.”

My wolf echoed that sentiment but couldn’t just stand by as someone threatened to take our mate away. I could feel my body preparing for a fight as the door opened behind us and her scent took over everything. The tension between Zuho and I dissipated in an instant, both of our eyes shifting back to normal. 

“Youngbin oppa? Zuho? What’s going on?” questioned Nari, taking in the scene of us in front of the entryway. 

“Don’t mind them, Nari. Just two alphas who can’t make up their minds” said Jaeyoon, smirking at us while moving Nari past us.

“What can’t you two make up your minds about? Maybe I can help” offered Nari, breaking away to come stand beside the two of us.

She took one of our hands in hers and looked up at us with such an innocent, hopeful expression, it made me feel bad for almost fighting with Zuho. All she ever wants to do is help with nothing in return. I took my hand out of her’s, moving it to stroke over her hair and cup her cheek. Zuho was stroking her ring finger with his thumb, a barely audible purr coming from him that we both knew calmed Nari.

“Just what we should do for our weekly outing. Zuho wants to have a movie night and I want to go have a cookout at a campsite” I said, making up something quickly.

“Oh… I was actually hoping I could pick this week” confessed Nari, looking down at the floor with a light blush.

“What do you have in mind, Kitten?” asked Zuho, raising her hand to his lips and smiling as her blush deepened.

The spike in her scent had me inhaling a deep breath, savoring it like the delicacy it is. Pushing down the wolf wanting to come out, I focused on Nari again. Running my thumb over her cheek, I could feel the heat from her blush and let my hand slip down to her neck, letting my thumb rest on her pulse and my finger brush over that spot where I would claim her. How would she look with my mark on her neck? How would she look with a mark on each side? No one would even dare to touch her with the mark of a wolf and panther on her.

“I was wondering if we could take a day trip to the beach this weekend. There is supposed to be a meteor shower and I would love to see it while listening to the ocean” said Nari, looking up at us with hopeful eyes before they dropped. “But I understand if that is a lot to ask on short notice.”

“It sounds perfect” I said, cutting her off and taking her hand again, stroking her fingers. “We’ll make it happen. You just have to be ready to go Saturday morning.” 

“Saturday at eight am sharp, Kitten. Do you think you can do that or do you need us to stay with you to wake you up?” questioned Zuho, a teasing note to his voice and expression.

“Now that you mention it, maybe we should stay with her” I teased, shaking my head. “She never wakes up on time on the weekend.”

“Oppa! Zuho!” whined Nari, pouting up at us. “I promise I will be awake and ready on Saturday. Eight o’clock sharp.”

“You better keep your promise, Kitten. The longer it takes for us to get on the road, the less time you will have at the beach” said Zuho, smiling at her with the same fond expression I’m sure is on my face.

“I promise! I’m just happy I can finally wear that bathing suit Jaeyoon and Sunhi helped me pick out last month” said Nari, smiling up at us before going into the kitchen. “Can I have some of the apple juice?”

“It’s your’s, Nari. Drink from the bottle if you want” I answer, shaking my head at her. 

“Why does she still ask if she can have something from the kitchen?” asked Inseong, coming up to wrap his arm around Jaeyoon.

“Because she still doesn’t believe that what is our’s is her’s” answered Zuho, looking over at me and nodding, a silent offering of truce. 

“She will soon” I continued, looking back at him and nodding back, confirming the truce.

“I hope you two are prepared for your little beach trip though” said Jaeyoon, smiling as he swiped on his phone.

“Why do you say that?” 

“Because, oh fearless Alphas, this is what your little witch is going to be wearing” replied Jaeyoon, holding up his phone to show a picture of Nari wearing what can only be called a wet dream of a swimsuit.

Zuho and I grab for the phone, zooming in on the picture. I can already hear the panting from my wolf as we take in her body on display in a black bikini, framed by the black see-through cover-up, making her look like a goddess as it flowed out behind her. A soft growl is coming from Zuho as we both continue looking at the picture. 

“Jaeyoonie, our show is on!” exclaimed Nari from the living room.

“Coming” replied Jaeyoon, taking his phone back and walking further into the apartment with a satisfied smirk on his lips. 

“You still have that friend with the beach house and private beach?” I question Zuho, trying to get that image from the front of my brain. 

“Already a step ahead of you, hyung” said Zuho, holding up his phone to show the text conversation showing we had the private beach and house to ourselves.

We both stalked further into our apartment, settling on either side of Nari as she chatted with Inseong, Jaeyoon, and the newly arrived Dawon and Hwiyoung. 

Zuho POV

As soon as I woke up this morning, Rowoon and Dawon hyung had kidnapped me. I hadn’t even had time to make sure that Nari had made it to work fine since Dawon hyung was holding my phone captive. They were running us around on different errands, claiming that each had to go to this random place so far away from each other and then circling back to a different place. Both of them swore up and down that they just wanted to spend the day together but Inseong hyung and Jaeyoon hyung had put them in charge of keeping me occupied too many times. 

“What time is the party?” I finally asked Rowoon, since he had spent the last 15 minutes debating which mango would be the best for a smoothie. 

“What party?” said Rowoon, trying to give me his best innocent expression.

I’ll give it to him, he deserved all those acting awards he has gotten, but I’ve known him too long. Just a raise of an eyebrow from me and it cracks. Who would have thought that dragon shifters were so easy to crack?

“They told us to keep you away until at least four. We’ll get a text if they need more time” answered Rowoon, hanging his head in defeat. 

“Four, huh?” I looked up at the clock on the market wall. “It’s just past two-thirty. Plenty of time to get to Nari’s shop and walk her home.”

I started walking off before either Rowoon or the newly reappeared Dawon hyung could stop me. Considering how both of them were trying to convince me to not go to her shop, my curiosity peaked to say the least. Were they planning to throw the party in the shop? That would be something new. It made me move faster towards the shop, just to see what they were trying to hide. 

As I turned the corner to Nari’s shop, I could already feel that it was off. I’m normally able to catch her scent from here. Instead, I catch the scent of sweet fruits and flowers. Maybe Nari had to run some errands. The faint remnants of Nari’s scent are there as I get closer to the shop but I can tell that she hasn’t been here today. Looking over at Rowoon, I can see his pupils blown wide as he takes deep breaths. 

“What is that smell?” asked Rowoon, closing his eyes like I’ve seen Youngbin hyung do.

“That, my friend, is your mate” teases Dawon hyung, poking Rowoon in the side.

“What?” exclaimed Rowoon, breaking from the trance to look at the two of us. “No. Not possible. Dragon shifters don’t normally get mates.”

“Ah, there is the keyword. Normally. Doesn’t mean you can’t have one” I said, joining in on the teasing as we continued getting closer to the shop.

Had Rowoon and Sunhi noona never encountered each other in the time that we’ve known Nari? Thinking back, Rowoon and Sunhi noona were always running around with different schedules with Rowoon’s packed acting schedule and Sunhi noona’s modeling gigs. Rowoon hasn’t really even spent much time with Nari until recently, and Nari mentioned that Sunhi noona just returned from a gig last night. 

Just as we got to the shop, Sunhi noona opened the door and stopped in her tracks when her eyes locked with Rowoon’s. Both of them froze until Dawon hyung cleared his throat. From the blush on her cheeks, I could tell that she was taken by surprise just like Rowoon was. For Nari’s normally out-going and outspoken best friend to be reduced to a quiet blush was definitely telling. She leaned down to pick up the small plant that had been sunbathing in front of the shop.

“Sunhi noona, how are you doing today?” I asked, smiling at the witch.

“Uh, fine, just fine. What are you all doing here? Nari isn’t here” said Sunhi noona, moving back into the shop to place it on the front counter.

“She didn’t tell me she wasn’t going to be here. Do you know where she is?” I questioned, smirking as she continued to glance at Rowoon who couldn’t seem to stop glancing at her too.

Dawon hyung pulled Rowoon to the front of the shop, whispering together, leaving me at the front counter with Sunhi noona. A part of me is enjoying seeing another one of our pack find his mate, but another part is already dreading another member denying their mate bond because of some stupid belief. Just because dragon shifter mates are rare doesn’t mean they don’t happen. Same as having a witch as a mate and living a long, happy life together. 

“Oh, Nari never works on this day” replied Sunhi noona, focusing on the flowers while glancing over towards my pack members.

“She never works on July fourth?” I questioned, confused at her statement.

Why would Nari never work on my birthday? 

“Yeah, she never works on her birthday. It brings back too many bad memories so her powers are never stable enough for work” commented Sunhi noona, continuing to mess with one of the buds on the plant.

“Wait, it’s her birthday today?” I asked, feeling like I just got hit in the face.

Sunhi noona’s face shot up to look at me, wide eyed and open mouthed. I could read the “I just fucked up” on her face easy enough. Today is Nari’s birthday and instead of us celebrating together, she is off somewhere. 

“You can’t tell her that I told you it’s her birthday” pleaded Sunhi noona, grabbing my hand that was clinched on the counter. “I’m the only one who knows and she doesn’t even want me to celebrate it.”

“The only one? What about her family?” I growl out, trying to keep myself present and not let my cat take over. 

All it wants to do is hunt down Nari. Hold her down and keep her safe, make her twice as happy as she makes us. A deep growl from the front of the shop brings me back from inside my head as I realize that I was losing control. Last thing I need to do is lose control in Nari’s shop and have to fight off an out-of-control dragon for messing with his mate.

“Witches don’t really have family in the traditional sense. We are born and sent off to school before we can even speak. Sometimes before we can even crawl in more extreme cases. Normally we just get a birthday card and a gift from our parents every year. I was lucky in that my mother wanted to be in my life, so I got a lot more than what others got. But Nari…her parents signed over parental rights to the school when they sent her off. She didn’t even know when her birthday was until we were sixteen when her magic matured.”

“Where is she now?” I ask, desperate to get to my mate. 

The only thoughts going through my head are imagining a young Nari sitting at school, watching everyone else get cards and presents. Watching her best friend get visits and parties while not even knowing when to expect her own. It makes me want to track down her parents and rip out their cold-beating hearts. Youngbin hyung will help me when I tell him what happened. Nari would never have to know… but she would find out and she wouldn’t be happy with us. She would mourn those people like she knew them. Mourn them like they didn’t throw her away at the first chance they got.

“She’s at your place, helping set up for the party. I think focusing on your birthday is helping her get through this day easier” said Sunhi noona, smiling a soft, secret smile. “Her powers normally start acting up a few days before today but they have been as stable as ever. I didn’t have to help her catch up on orders at all, which is unusual for this week each year.”

I know she said that to make me feel better but all it does is make me feel worse. How am I supposed to feel okay with celebrating my birthday and ignoring my mate’s? My parents always celebrated each other’s birthdays like it was the biggest day of the year. My dad would worship the ground my mom walked on during her birthday. Hell, I remember one year, when she was pregnant with my little brother, she didn’t touch the ground at all.

“I have to talk to Youngbin hyung” I said, walking from the counter and to Dawon hyung and Rowoon. “I need my phone.” 

“Now, come on Zuho, you know I said you couldn’t have your phone yet” teased Dawon hyung, smiling his normally comedic smile.

“It’s about Nari. I need to talk to Youngbin hyung” I said, feeling my eyes flash as I watched him.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” fake laughed Dawon hyung, grabbing my phone from his pocket and giving it to me. “Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be when Nari noona’s involved?”

I ignored his comment and walked out of the shop, dialing Youngbin hyung and pacing in front of the shop’s window. It rang a few times until his voice came through the speaker.

“This better be Dawon and not Zuho” said Youngbin hyung.

“You knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it away from me” I replied. “But hyung, where’s Nari?”

“Why? Where are you?”

“I’m at her shop.”

I could hear noise in the background as Youngbin hyung moved around until I could faintly hear Nari in the background giving out orders on hanging something. Leaning against the stone of the old brick building, I let my mind wander, imagining what Youngbin hyung was seeing. It was almost like I could see it through his eyes. Nari standing in our living room, hands on her hips as she instructed Hwiyoung and Taeyang on how to hang a Happy Birthday banner.

“She’s here. I’ve got her. Why? What’s wrong?”

The background noise faded again until I heard a click, letting me know he had retreated into a room away from everyone. 

“I found out when her birthday is.”

“That’s great. When is it?” questioned Youngbin hyung. 

I could already hear the plans being drafted in his head. He was raised the same way I was. Mates are to be worshiped on their birthdays. It is to be celebrated because they are alive.

“Today” I answer, dropping down the wall to sit on the sidewalk.

“What?” 

I could tell that wasn’t what he was expecting. I’m sure it threw him off just as much as it did me.

“Her birthday is the same day as mine. And instead of celebrating together, she hid it from us and is letting everyone focus on me.”

“But why?”

“Because her asshole parents gave her up to a boarding school before she could even crawl. Because no one told her that she even had a birthday until she was sixteen. Because it makes her miserable to think about it. Because it messes with her so much that her magic becomes unstable. Because she has to hide from the world to keep herself and others safe every year.”

I didn’t even realize I was crying until I ran my hand down my face. Just thinking about how kind and bright Nari is makes my heart ache for her. What else has she gone through without us? What other secrets lurk in the darkness of her past? How much has she gone through and still come out the other side a better person than most people in this world?

“Zuho, listen to me. Breathe. In…. And out…” instructed Youngbin hyung, helping to calm me down like he had seen Nari do. “Last thing we need is you showing up to this party she planned with either tears on your face or blood on your hands.”

“She put so much into this for me when we should be sharing it. How am I supposed to enjoy it when I know that it is her birthday too?” I asked, holding my head.

“With a smile on your face and gratitude in your heart. Our mate put her entire heart into making this special for you and this weekend, we can focus on her. You can repay her then. Focus on enjoying this party today and this weekend, we will give her a celebration we both know she deserves. One she will get every year from now on.”

I sat there and watched the world go on around me while listening to Youngbin hyung’s breathing while his words processed in my head. She has never wanted the spotlight, no matter how much she deserves it. Nari wouldn’t want a large party with all the fuss involved. She would feel like a burden to everyone if that happened. This weekend, at the beach and during the meteor shower, we will make her feel as loved as she makes us. 

The noise in the background picked up again. Laughter rang in the air and the sweet sound of her laugh stood out against the rest of them. It warmed my heart to know that the family I had with my pack accepted and loved my mate. I could survive with just Nari but knowing that we had a family and that Youngbin hyung would make sure we were all taken care of made me feel less guilty of focusing on Nari. What is that quote that Nari kept trying to explain about her romance stories?

Falling in love with the hero comes with the risk of them choosing the world over you, but falling in love with the villain means they would choose you over the world.

Little did our little witch know that she is going to end up with both. 

“What time does her favorite bakery close?” I ask, coming up with a plan as I walk away from the shop like a man on a mission. 

Nari POV

“What do you mean that you lost him?” I shout as Dawon and Rowoon stand with their heads down. “You two had one job, to keep him with you until we tell you to bring him home.”

I look over at Youngbin oppa who just pets my head before turning to the two knuckleheads who lost our birthday boy. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I get caught by the lockscreen for a second. It is a picture I took one night when Zuho had wrapped his arms around Youngbin from behind, closing his eyes, completely content, while Youngbin smiled at something in front of them. As much as my head tells me it will never happen, my heart can’t seem to get the message. It still wants them both and no one else.

Just as I am about to open the phone app, a call comes in from none other than our missing panther.

“Where the hell are you?” I exclaimed, turning away from everyone.

“Well, hello to you too. No ‘Happy Birthday my love’. Not even a quick ‘Happy B-day Zuho’ before you start yelling at me” teased Zuho, making me blush hard even over the phone.

“I already told you happy birthday last night before I went home” I replied back shyly, feeling Youngbin oppa come over to me.

He stood where the rest of the room was blocked out, effectively hiding me from everyone as he wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart seemed to forget that both Youngbin oppa and Zuho were just very affectionate people and took the opportunity to set a new record for fastest BPM. I switched the call to a video call, letting Youngbin oppa in on the call, hoping that would keep him distracted from hearing my racing heartbeat. I could see that Zuho was still outside on the street but it was hard for me to recognize anything to give away his location.

“Yes, you did. And I’m still waiting for that birthday kiss you refused to give me” said Zuho, giving away the sly smile on his face with his voice.

“Quit it with the teasing already. I told you only mates should share birthday kisses” I whined, looking up at Youngbin oppa for back up. “Right oppa? Birthday kisses are something that only mates should share.”

“That they are,” agreed Oppa, leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. “And I know for a fact Zuho thinks so too.”

If my heart could go any faster, it definitely just did. I could feel my brain short-circuit with how many thoughts were going through my head. Was Zuho actually being serious about the kiss or was he just teasing? What if he is actually being serious? Does Zuho think we are mates which is why he won’t let the kiss go? But Oppa just kissed me too. Does he think we are mates too? But how is that possible? Sharing a mate is so rare, almost as rare as having a witch for a mate. No… there is no possible way. Wait, Youngbin oppa kissed me when we were talking about birthday kisses. Do they know that today is my birthday? No, no way, there is no way they could possibly know that today is my birthday too. Besides, Youngbin oppa only kissed me on the cheek. The guys tease each other with kisses on the cheek all the time. 

“I think you broke her, hyung” teased Zuho, snapping me out of my head. “There you are, Kitten. Welcome back.”

“I swear, you two are impossible” I huffed, crossing an arm over my chest.

“Impossible to resist, I hope” said Youngbin oppa, leaning down to speak loud enough for only Zuho and I to pick up.

Zuho’s laughter sounds through the phone while I just stare up at Youngbin oppa. I could feel my entire face getting red and didn’t really know what to do. My first instinct was to turn around and hide in Youngbin oppa’s chest, but, no, not going to happen. Instead, I pass him the phone and escape down the hall to the bathroom. A locked door against a shifter is like a piece of cardboard to a normal person but it still gives me a false sense of security. 

It gives me the space to freak out without having an audience. What the hell is going on? Why are they acting like this? Sure, Zuho has always acted like a flirt but Youngbin oppa has always just been physically affectionate. Just like he is with the pack. Or is he? Yeah, all of them thrive off physical contact like all wolves do but is he like this with people outside the pack. 

“Nari, will you let us in?” asked Jaeyoon from the door. “Sunhi is here too.”

I moved to the door, unlocking it and moving back so Jaeyoon and Sunhi could come in. Immediately, Sunhi wrapped her arms around me. 

“I’m so confused. What does all of this mean? Are they just messing with me? Are they serious? I can’t tell” I ramble, just focusing on the wall across from me.

“You and I both know that those two aren’t the type to mess with people like this. We’ve seen them turn down so many people when we go out” said Sunhi, pulling back to wipe my cheeks with her thumbs. 

“A mate bond is always confusing. I can only imagine what it is like for a non-shifter mate” said Jaeyoon from his spot against the door. “By the way, I would be careful with the tears, the only thing keeping Youngbin hyung out is Dawon holding him back and me standing here. Zuho is already running here too.”

“What? Why would Dawon have to hold Youngbin oppa back? Why is Zuho running?” I ask, feeling like things that should be obvious aren’t connecting.

“Nari, Dawon is having to hold Youngbin oppa back because his mate is in a room crying without him. Zuho is running here because his mate was on the phone in front of him and then ran away. Next thing he heard was Youngbin oppa yelling after you and Dawon tackling him” stated Sunhi, smiling at me as she continued to wipe my tears.

“His mate? Youngbin oppa and Zuho?” I echoed, feeling things were starting to fall into place. “No, you’ve got the wrong girl. Youngbin oppa deserves a beautiful and powerful wolf as a mate. Zuho deserves to have a gorgeous and fierce cat by his side. How could I be their mate?”

“Hold that thought” said Jaeyoon, opening the door a crack. “Rowoon, Hwiyoung. If you two don’t grab Zuho when he finally gets here, expect extra training sessions. Dawon, you better hold onto Youngbin hyung like your life depends on it.”

“Have you ever tried to hold back an Alpha from their mate?” shouted back Dawon, cursing out every now and then.

Jaeyoon closed the door again and then gave me a pointed look. Could it all be true? Am I really the mate to Youngbin oppa and Zuho? Did everyone know but me? No, my heart knew but my brain refused to believe it. 

“See. This is what happens when a shifter can’t get to their mate. Hell breaks loose until said mate is back in their arms” said Jaeyoon, smiling down at me. “I know it is a lot for your little witch brain to process right now, but all you need to do is trust your heart. I’ve seen the way you three are with each other. You’ve been acting like mates this entire time. It only makes sense to finally put an official title on it.” 

“We have?” I ask, looking up at him. 

“I know the books and movies make it seem like the entire world shifts when mates meet and for a shifter, it does. They are the main source of happiness for you. They make each day a little brighter. Their needs come before your own. For non-shifters, it’s less earth-shattering but no less consuming” said Jaeyoon, running his hand down my head.

“Who are the only two people you talk about anymore?” questioned Sunhi.

“Youngbin oppa and Zuho.”

“Who do you constantly spend time with every day?” asked Jaeyoon.

“Youngbin oppa and Zuho.”

“Who are you constantly thinking about?” teased Sunhi.

“Youngbin oppa and Zuho.”

“Who are you in love with?” they both asked, sharing a secret smile.

“Youngbin oppa and Zuho.”

“Sounds like mates to me, if I’ve seen them. What do you think, Jaeyoonie?” said Sunhi, hugging me again.

My heart already felt lighter than before. Could it all be true? Am I really their mate? And they are willing to take me as a mate? Do they want to claim me as one? Wait, no, one step at a time. Just the fact they are willing to take me as a mate is enough. Claiming can wait, if it ever comes, because they have already claimed my heart.

“I think her face says it clear enough,” replied Jaeyoon, smiling. “And just in time too.”

Banging started behind Jaeyoon on the door.

“Nari, is everything okay?” shouted Youngbin oppa.

“Kitten, what happened? Let us in. Kitten, please” shouted Zuho, followed by more banging.

“We can smell your tears from here. I swear if Jaeyoon and Sunhi are making you cry,” a menacing growl was heard following Zuho’s threat. “I don’t care if they are your best friends. You can make more.”

“Nari, please, just say something. If we don’t hear your voice in the next 30 seconds, this door is coming down” shouted Youngbin oppa, followed by more banging and then shouting as their voices got further away.

“Are you ready to calm those two idiots down? Because that is the only way anyone out there is going to avoid going to the hospital” said Sunhi, fixing my hair for me with a smile.

Laughing a bit, I take a deep breath and nod my head, moving in front of Jaeyoon and Sunhi. I unlock the door and all the noise outside stops with the click of the lock. Turning the knob, I prepare myself for what I might find on the other side. What’s that saying? Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. As I pull the door open, I’m greeted by the faces of the only two people my heart beats for. The worry in their eyes makes me want to cry again. Is it real?

“Nari, what is it?” asked Youngbin oppa, grabbing my hand and turning my face so I couldn’t hide it from them. 

“Kitten, ask anything. Say anything and it is your’s. Ask for anything and it’s done. Just don’t cry” pleaded Zuho, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he grabbed my other hand. 

“Is it true?” I ask in a quiet voice, staring at their chests, scared of making eye contact with them. 

“Is what true, Kitten?” questioned back Zuho, squeezing my hand a bit.

“Am I your mate?” I finally get out, finding the little spark of courage I had to look them both in the eye.

“Is there even a question about that, Kitten? Have I not made it clear that you are the only one for me from the very first day?” answered Zuho, breaking into a soft smile that I’ve only ever seen him use with me. “You own me, Kitten.”

“Nari,” starts Youngbin oppa, guiding my hand until it rests over his heart. “This only beats because of you. Because you take care of me when I lose focus of myself. Because you care for my pack like they are your own. Because you are everything I have ever imagined in a mate and more.”

“But I’m a witch” I say back, voicing that little doubt in the back of my head.

“That doesn’t change anything, Kitten. You’re stuck with us from now on” said Zuho, pulling me into his embrace.

“We’ll be the ones to change that image. We can show them that shifters and witches can have a happily ever after, like those stories you love so much” continued Youngbin oppa, petting my head with a fond smile.

I wrapped my arms around Zuho, burying into his chest and just savoring this moment. Who’s to say I won’t wake up from this? That this isn’t a dream.

“You came on too strong hyung. You broke our Kitten” teased Zuho, tightening his hold on me.

“Like you wouldn’t have said the same thing” shot back Youngbin oppa, rubbing my back.

“Exactly, she expects it from me. Not the uptight, never flirted a day in his life, perfect image Alpha wolf.”

Next thing I know, my arms are around Zuho’s neck and he is carrying me out to the living room. Youngbin oppa is following us and only has a fond smile on his face at Zuho’s teasing. When we make eye contact over Zuho’s shoulder, he winks at me and whispers “It’s my turn later.” I hide my face in Zuho’s neck which only makes him squeeze me for a second.

“Now, what is this about a party?” asked Zuho, the smile in his voice obvious to everyone.

“I don’t want to throw you a party anymore” whined Dawon. “First, you disappear on Rowoon and I and make us get yelled at by our Luna. And then I have to tackle our Alpha to the ground to save your apartment from being destroyed. Then I have to help drag you two away from that door in a tiny ass hallway. I don’t want to party anymore. I just want to go to bed.”

“Luna?” I question, looking up from Zuho’s neck and over to Youngbin oppa. “Who’s Luna?”

“It’s a title, Nari. The mate of the Alpha of a wolf pack is called the Luna of the pack. She is the moon he follows so the rest of the pack does too. It’s a sign of respect to be called Luna” explained Youngbin oppa.

“Like she wasn’t going to be our Luna at some point” commented Chani from his spot against the wall, already eating a plate of food. “I’m just surprised it took this long for you two. Did it really have to be this dramatic too?”

“Seriously, I’ve seen Rowoon hyung film dramas less dramatic than this whole event was,” said Hwiyoung, joining Chani against the wall with a plate of food.

“You two jerks” scolded Jaeyoon, chasing after the two youngest wolves. “You were supposed to wait to touch that food.”

“With all this dramatic shit going on, how were we supposed to know we would ever eat?” fired back Chani, running the opposite direction as Hwiyoung. 

I moved to be let down from Zuho’s hold, which he reluctantly did from how long it took for him to finally let me down. Turning to face the rest of the room, I took in the state of everyone there. Jaeyoon was chasing Chani while Inseong half-tried chasing Hwiyoung who was really just sneaking him bites of food when they got close. Rowoon was in the window seat with Taeyang, both of them cheering on the youngest. Dawon had claimed one of the love seats as his stage for a dramatic monologue on the trials of being one of the enforcers in a wolf pack. Sunhi came over to me and linked her arm with mine, resting her head on my shoulder as we watched the chaos ensue. Zuho’s arms wrapped around me from behind, followed by a contented purr, while my other hand was raised up to Youngbin oppa’s lips for a kiss. 

Is this what it feels like to be surrounded by family and love? Is this how it feels to belong somewhere? 

“Happy Birthday Zuho” I said, looking up at Zuho. 

“Do I finally get that birthday kiss that only mates can share?” teased Zuho, making me laugh until he swung me around and claimed my lips in a dramatic kiss that had the rest of the room cheering. “You better get used to it, Kitten. This is just the first of many.”

Youngbin POV

The rest of the party went as smoothly as can be expected with our pack, but was fun nonetheless. Zuho really wasn’t lying when he mentioned that we may have another mate pair in Rowoon and Sunhi. They could barely keep their eyes off each other the entire time. But I could only focus on my own mate. My mate. It feels right to finally say it. 

Why did I try to fight it and deny it for so long? Everything feels right now. Seeing Nari smile at the youngest wolves like a loving mother as she pets their heads. Her and Jaeyoon preparing food in the kitchen together while they sing and dance together. She and Inseong sharing stories and knowledge that impress everyone just by the sheer volume of how much they have between them. Dawon and her laughing at his jokes. Her quiet conversations with Taeyang that seem to help pull him out of his shell a little bit. Offering to go over scripts with Rowoon and even giving hints at helping to set him up with Sunhi. 

But this is the thing I knew from the first moment we met was right. She and Zuho curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully like there wasn’t a care in the world. Zuho never slept as soundly as he does with Nari. When she is in his arms, it’s like all the worries of the world are gone. He doesn’t have trouble drifting off to sleep and stays asleep.

It makes me think back to all those stories of seeing your mate with someone else. That, especially in the beginning of the bond, it is impossible to see your mate with someone else much less held by them or kissed by them. That it is supposed to twist your heart and be painful when someone else kisses them, and a pain close to death when they are intimate with someone else. But none of that happens when I see her and Zuho.

When I saw Jaeyoon slip into that bathroom with her and Sunhi this afternoon, I felt it. That twist in my chest and pain that there was someone else comforting my mate when it should be me. The only thing I could think while I tried to fight off Dawon was that Zuho would get here to either help me break free or just get to her first. Today was the first time I really let myself fully experience the mate bond. Before I fought it and denied it as hard as I could, but I know just how stupid I was being. 

The dried tear tracks on Nari’s cheeks were torture enough when she finally appeared from the bathroom. But when everyone left earlier, and it was just the three of us, when she let her guard down and cried in our arms. When she finally let us into her mind as she sobbed. That was something I never want to experience again. Our mate only deserves the best. She deserves to have everything that could make her happy.

“She’s adorable when she’s sleeping” commented Zuho, opening his eyes to meet mine.

“You both are” I teased before moving a piece of hair out of her face. “I was an idiot to keep stringing her along just because I was denying our bond.”

“I’m just glad you finally got your head out of your ass. I wasn’t lying when I said I would claim her without you.”

“Be happy it’s still before midnight, Birthday Boy. I get her tomorrow” I said, smiling at Zuho.

“Tomorrow we are going to get a king size bed so we don’t have to fight over who gets her,” stated Zuho, moving to sit up. “You said it’s still before midnight, right?” 

“Yeah” I answer off-handedly, looking at the space in the living room. 

If we move the coffee table, we should have enough room for all of us to have a nest on the floor. Would Nari like that? I know shifters enjoy having nests but what about non-shifters? I know humans and non-shifters have similar things in movies and tv shows. 

“Just make the damn nest on the floor,” said Zuho from the kitchen. “We both know neither of us are going to sleep without her tonight.”

Shaking my head, I gathered up as many pillows and blankets as I could before making the best nest I could with what we had. Feeling it, I knew it wouldn’t be as soft as a mattress but one night of this and then tomorrow, we would take our mate to buy the most comfortable bed for our room. Getting up, I lifted her off the couch and placed her down in the middle of the nest. 

“My precious little mate, what have you done to us?” I questioned, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead and sniffing her hair.

“Mmm, Oppa?” 

Nari’s sleepy voice had me looking down at her face, smiling when her eyes opened and she gave me a sleepy smile. I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles as we kept eye contact. Her other hand moved to the other side and I could tell when she started to panic when there was no one there. 

“Zuho?” called Nari, sitting up to look around the dark apartment. 

“I’m here, Kitten” called Zuho, moving towards us from the kitchen.

I smirked at what he was carrying and pulled Nari back into my chest. Finally wrapping my arms around our mate, I made a promise that this would be how we spend every year together. Covering her eyes with my hand, I pressed kisses to the side of her face and in her hair, feeling my chest fill with pride at her happy giggles. When Zuho had finally settled in front of us, I removed my hand from her eyes and let her see what Zuho had brought over.

“Happy Birthday Kitten.”

“Happy Birthday, my Luna.”

“But how…” asked Nari, staring down at the small cake with a single candle on it. 

“You can’t keep anything from your mates, my Luna” I teased, nuzzling her neck until she was laughing.

“You might also want to think twice about trusting Sunhi with your secrets when she is around Rowoon,” said Zuho, smirking as Nari’s mouth dropped open. “Blow out the candle, Kitten, and make a wish.”

“I don’t need to make a wish,” said Nari, smiling up at the both of us. “I’ve gotten everything I could ever wish for right here.”

The small flame was blown out just as an ember sparked in our hearts, linking the three of us together.

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[twisted-tales-of-all]

Service Swap

In a tale of 4.8k words, we visit the SF9 universe to look at dance instructor Yoo Taeyang and one of their students who happens to be a tattoo artist (Gender Neutral!Reader). After he compliments their tattoos, Taeyang and Y/N work out an exchange of their expertise. This story touches on the idea of Taeyang’s first love, as well as lost love with a permanent reminder of the person. There are warnings for some language usage, as well as attending a wedding, discussion of tattoos and needles, and moments of angst.

After jumping around unsuccessfully from teacher to teacher, you decide to attend a dance class that your friend swears by. You set low hopes before walking into the studio to prepare for any disappointment you'll face. Once inside, you notice that you've arrived before most of the class, so you start stretching in your favorite spot. Although only two others join you, you can't figure out which person is the instructor.

When the rest of the class arrives, you're shocked to find it less packed than expected, heightening your spirits. With fewer dancers, you have more space for a better range of movement. As the music begins, you find the tall, skinny, dark-haired boy at the front, facing everyone else. He quickly introduces himself and the dance he's teaching today. Then, he instructs everyone to warm up their muscles with stretches. After a couple of songs, he asks everyone to move to the side as he plays the one he's teaching. He performs the dance as a quick demonstration before requesting that everyone return to their positions.

"We'll be learning the pre-chorus and chorus today. I made this choreo, but remember that you don't have to follow me strictly. If you feel the flow bringing you in a different motion for a bit, feel free to incorporate that! Dancing is personal expression, after all."

With these reminders, he begins teaching the first eight-count, keeping track of everyone's comprehension. You notice that his friendly aura makes it easier for others to ask for clarification when needed. Because he helps everyone personally, you get more time to practice each count properly rather than moving too fast.

After learning the dance, Taeyang assigns a number to everyone at random. Then, each numbered group takes center stage to show off what they've learned while everyone else motivates them. He points out something good in each dancer before moving on, making sure everyone feels included. You hype the other groups up and put all your efforts into your performance, so he comments on your amazing energy.

While most of the group leaves, you finish with some simple stretches as a cool-down before packing up. Taeyang approaches as you reach your bag and compliments the tattoos on your arm. You thank him and point out a small one near your wrist, telling him how you did this one yourself back when you were an apprentice.

"Wait, are you an artist? That's so cool! I've always wanted a tattoo but they're expensive and the size I want takes quite a while."

"Oh, what do you want? If you've wanted it for a while, my recommendation is to go for it. It obviously won't leave your mind otherwise." You joke, curious what designs he enjoys.

"I want a piece on my side that represents my dancing story. I'm thinking of maybe putting some music notes and flowers into the background, but I'm still not sure of the focus point I want. I'll probably have to discuss with the artist a lot, but I haven't even chosen an artist yet." He laughs at himself for thinking so deeply about the tattoo without choosing an artist.

"Well, there's an artist right here. The plan sounds meaningful and fun to do, so I'd be down to talk it out with you and figure everything out." You offer despite being unsure of whether he'd accept.

"That'd be great, but I'm sure it'd still be pretty expensive, and I don't think I'd have the money to spare."

"Assuming you want it in black or grey, it should be around $800, but I can cut you a deal if you're interested." Thinking of this as an opportunity, you consider an exchange, "This is the first dance class I've thoroughly enjoyed in a while. If I can get some free lessons for a year, I'd do it for free. Or a few months of individual training if you don't want to give that much time away for essentially free."

When he turns silent, you tell him to think about it. You assure him that the offer won't float away as you tell him that you plan to sign up for the next class the following week. As you head for the exit, he sparks back to reality and bids you farewell, so you tell him that you'll see him next week.

The week between classes drags on forever, but you arrive in the studio once again, early enough to be the first person in the room. You practice some choreography that you've been working on as you wait. After only a short while, Taeyang arrives. Seeing nobody else in the room, he brings up the offer again.

"How many private lessons would I need to give you to get the tattoo? It's been on my mind all week, and I think you're right. I think I have to get it - or at least start planning it - to get it off my mind."

"Well, assuming the piece is $800, and your regular sessions are only $5 entry price, let's bump it to $10 since they're one-on-one sessions... I think 80 sessions seems like a bit overkill. How about 50 sessions? That'd be about six months if we do two sessions a week. Maybe that's still too much. I'm not sure how exactly to gauge your lessons cost-wise." You struggle to try and even out the trade, but you can't seem to accurately price his lessons.

"Y'know, you may be selling these lessons for far too low," You add.

"No, you see, selling at $5 ensures that more people can join if they'd like. If I were selling individual lessons, it'd be closer to $25 for an hour. So, if we base it off that price, it'd be 32 lessons. That's only four months if you wanted two sessions a week."

"Okay, that seems much more fair. Four months of lessons for your intricate side piece." You confirm, laying out the final offer.

"I'm fully down for that, but could we discuss the tattoo and get a sketch before we start? I want to make sure I like the design." He asks, innocently unaware of how artists charge a deposit for their time.

"Okay, but even if you don't decide to follow through, I'd like six or seven lessons. I usually charge a 20% deposit to account for the time it takes me to come up with designs for people."

He effortlessly agrees to the deal right as the rest of the class begins to file in. For that lesson, your excitement never falters. You've gained personal lessons with an instructor that fits your picky expectations, and you'll get to create another masterpiece meaningful to someone. In your eyes, it's a win-win situation, and Taeyang clearly thinks the deal is worth it on his end, too.

As your second lesson in his class finishes up, you begin your cool-down routine once again. After the others leave, Taeyang returns to the topic of his tattoo almost instantly. You laugh at his eagerness and innocent excitement. You remember feeling the same way when you scheduled the appointment for your first tattoo as well, so you fully understand his mindset about the situation.

"Taeyang, calm down. We'll get to discussing the design soon, but I'd like to finish my stretches first." You laugh as you explain yourself to the boy.

Although he pouts at you for momentarily halting the conversation, he understands and waits for you to finish. You finish your stretches and ask him if he'd like to begin the consultation portion of the tattoo process now or later. As expected, he enthusiastically asks to start as soon as possible, so you pick up your belongings and lead him out of the studio.

"I take public transport here. If you'd like to take it back with me, I don't mind hosting the meeting in my apartment for today."

He agrees, following your lead as you ride the subway lines back to your complex. His eyes wander as you walk the halls to your room, so he lightly runs into you when you stop in front of your door.

As you enter the key to unlock the door, you joke, "What's up, Taeyang? You act like you've never seen an apartment building before."

Nervously scratching his head, he admits, "I don't really have friends, so I haven't been to apartments other than mine as an adult."

"In that case, I apologize. I never would've guessed. You appear very social from the classes."

"Well, that's work. I'm somewhat of an introvert actually, so I only work, work out, and head home most days." He follows you inside and looks around, amazed. "Woah, your apartment looks really nice. You're good at decorating."

"Oh, thanks. I don't even notice anymore. I've been meaning to change it up again soon, but if it's nice, maybe I should leave it. Come over here to the desk area; we can discuss there so I can take notes or sketch things out."

He follows you and sits down next to you. As you ask for him to remind you of his design plans, you note down key aspects he mentions - dance, music notes, flowers, and a meaningful focal point that's yet to be decided.

"Do you mind recounting your dance story? We can work together to figure out the main part, but I'd like to know as much of the story as possible, details and all, so it can be accurate."

"It's really long; are you sure you want it all?" He asks with apprehension in his voice.

"Are you sure you want an accurate and meaningful tattoo?" You ask back so he can understand how funny it is to ask.

"Okay, okay. I just hope you're prepared." He starts before taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

He begins by telling you the age he began to enjoy dance and how that happened, and you take notes on any important points. Continuing, he mentions that dance always helped him, even when people couldn't. He describes his love of dance in a similar fashion that childhood lovers describe one another - soft, comforting, familiar. You scribble down "1st love" to remind yourself of this right as Taeyang mentions that he wants to love someone who gives him the same feelings that dance does, but he has yet to find that.

"You've never fallen in love?" You interject, shocked by him again.

He chuckles as he shakes his head, "Not so much as a single crush. For a while, I thought I was broken. Got a girlfriend, but we broke up once she confronted the fact that I only treated her as a good friend. It struck me then - the fact that I think of love differently than most people. To me, it's not a person and not the memories you build. It's that feeling of warmth, that you'll be okay for as long as the love remains within you. Not a case of whether you receive that love in return, but that you know it's still within you."

"Still within you... that's such a romantic way to approach love. Whoever you end up loving will be very lucky."

Taeyang tries to return to the story again, but he's interrupted by your phone ringing. You apologize and stand to answer the call, finding your best friend on the other end of the line. They alert you of a change to the date of their upcoming wedding, claiming that the couple doesn't want to wait any longer. In doing so, they remind you that you have a plus-one space automatically given as a part of the wedding party, and you now have only a month to figure out who to bring. You thank them for the heads up and excuse yourself under the guise of a client. Upon hanging up, however, you curse at the thought of having to find a date or deal with the clearly-empty seat at the event.

"Everything okay?" You hear Taeyang stand thanks to your cursing.

"Sorry to startle you. My friend is getting married, and they moved the date up. I'm part of the wedding party, so I'm supposed to bring someone, but finding someone means I'll have to go on blind dates or something." You groan at the thought, remembering how draining first dates can be.

"When is it? I might be able to save you. If you'd like me to, at least," He offers, nerves raising as he realizes that it sounds like he's asking you on a date.

"Really? Would you? That'd save me a lot of hassle, and I can use the opportunity to learn more about you that might help with the tattoo."

"Yeah, if I'm free, then I don't mind. Just let me know when it is so I can prepare."

"We have just over a month. You really are going to save my ass, so thank you, Taeyang." You smile brightly at him, making him grow a bit shy. Noticing, you switch back to the topic at hand, "Should we get back to your story now?"

Sitting back down, he continues telling you everything about his dance journey. You add a few more notes, especially when regarding more recent events. You ensure that you have all the important notes before he leaves for the day.

"Do you live far? Should I call you a taxi? I brought you here without thinking about the return trip. I'm sorry." You worry, realizing that it's later than expected and thus more dangerous.

"It's fine, Y/N. Don't worry. I'm only a couple of stops away, and you live right by the station, so I should be safe."

As he flashes you a soft smile to comfort you, you request that he messages you once home. He jokes that you're already acting like he's your boyfriend but assures you that he'll follow your plea. As the door shuts behind him only seconds later, you find yourself speechless at his words. You thought you were simply being kind at first, but you realize that it could come off as being more than friendly.

Although you begin to worry about the misunderstanding, you choose not to mention it to him. You prepare for bed and find his text about the safe return once you finish your routine. While deciding how to reply, you fall asleep, too tired from the long, eventful day.

You find another message when you wake:

<I trust that you're asleep, so sleep well + thanks again for helping with my tattoo (: >

You smile at the kind message, replying with a wholehearted appreciation for him trusting you in this process, adding that you're extremely thankful for his offer to come to the wedding on top of agreeing to solo dance lessons already. He reminds you that you still have to discuss when to do the lessons and what you'd like to learn.

For the next couple of days, your conversations bounce between the dance lessons and the tattoo design, with some basic conversations about daily life sprinkled in when a conversation dies down. You settle on the days for your lessons, give him some dances you'd like to learn or improve, and send over some unfinished sketches for parts of his design to hear his thoughts.

Time flies, and you reach the wedding day quickly enough. You look in the mirror one last time before leaving your apartment and meeting Taeyang out front. Standing in front of his car, he dons a full suit with a tie and pocket square that complement your outfit perfectly. He waves at you with a bright smile, then he opens his arms for a hug as you approach.

"Hey, stranger. You look amazing. Thank you again for doing this for me. I know they're my best friend, but weddings are always so nerve-wracking for me. With you here, it won't be as bad." You claim, feeling his heart racing as you hug him.

"No problem, especially with how close we've gotten over this month."

You drive off to the wedding together, only to be shocked when Taeyang introduces himself to everyone as your boyfriend. When you get a moment alone with him, you confront him.

"Sorry, I thought it'd be easier than having to explain our relationship a bunch of times. Plus, we basically act like a couple - minus the skinship - so people would eventually ask."

"You should've warned me, at least!" You want to scold him, but that's all you can say before the bride and groom approach you.

"Since when do you not tell me when you get a new partner?!" Your best friend asks with their hand on your shoulder.

"Ah, you've just been so busy with wedding planning and everything. I didn't want to take your focus away from it." You make up an excuse, hoping to quickly stop the conversation before you need to add more lies.

"Well, after today, I better get the tea! I'll see you soon, though. Have to go visit everyone."

You wave them off before allowing your anxiously-perfect posture to fall. Taeyang laughs to himself before asking you to tell him the story you'll be using. You glare at him, sitting down at your assigned table without giving him an answer.

The rest of the day passes smoothly, and nobody questions you about your sudden new boyfriend, so you claim that win in your head as Taeyang drives back.

"Would you like to hang out some more? Or are you tired of people?" He asks about halfway home.

"Is there something you'd like to do?"

"I'd just like to stay with you. I enjoy your company."

Ultimately, you decide to hang out with him. You start by relaxing at a nearby stream, quietly enjoying your time together, but the cold weather ruins the calm night. You move to his apartment as it's closer to the stream. You talk for hours, learning about and understanding one another better in the process. Eventually, you begin fading out of consciousness as sleep overtakes you, but Taeyang leads you to his bed before you fully knock out so you can rest comfortably. He sleeps on the couch that night.

Only three months later, you finish the tattoo design and bring Taeyang into the shop for his first appointment. You try a few different placements before it sits on his skin the way he wants it. Once he's satisfied, you ask him to lay on his opposite side so you can begin. Prepping him, you find the boy shaking.

"Are you nervous or excited? Your whole body is shaking, Taeyang."

"A bit of both. I'm really excited, but I also don't know what to expect. Some people say the needle hurts a lot, but others claim they're overreacting."

"It fully depends on the person and the placement. I've warned you that this tends to be a more painful place for a tattoo, but don't worry. You can always ask me to stop, and we'll take breaks regardless. I work at your pace."

"Could we do a test or something? Like a little dot or a short line so I can prepare?" He asks, eyes in puppy mode.

You laugh as you accept his idea. You inform him that you'll do a short line to begin, then you turn on the machine and follow through with the plan. You feel him tense up, but that's a typical reaction for most people, regardless of the number of tattoos they have. You switch the machine off, wipe the mark clean, and ask him whether he'd like to continue.

"That wasn't too bad." He responds through clenched teeth, "Let's keep going. I'll tell you if I need a break."

"Alrighty." You whirl the machine on, "I hope you can take a good few hours of it today."

After five hours and three breaks, you finish today's session. Taeyang checks the progress in the mirror, proud to finally see his ideas and dreams coming to fruition. You wrap him up and give him care instructions, and he goes home to rest.

You check up on him every day for the next few weeks, living for his reactions to each stage of the healing process. With only the outline done, it leaves both of you eager to fill in the design with shading and everything.

In the dance lessons following the session, you notice Taeyang wearing shirts that reveal the tattoo. Even unfinished, he's so proud of the piece that he constantly wants to show it off.

Another month passes before you're able to get him in for the second session. Somehow, this session passes even smoother despite the more painful shading and white highlights. Taeyang's sheer determination to finish allows you to complete the piece now when you thought you'd need another day for details.

Just like in the first session, Taeyang admires the artwork in the mirror. You ask him if you can take a picture for your portfolio, but he cuts you off with a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. It's amazing. It's so... so- it's perfect, Y/N. I love it." Taeyang mumbles into you, spilling endless praises from his lips.

You awkwardly pat his back as you wait for him to finish, zoning out halfway through his shpeal. You must've missed an important cue when you zoned out, as his lips suddenly press themselves against yours. You carefully try to work past this, telling him to go rest up since his emotions are overwhelming him. You disregard the photo you wanted, opting for a healed photo later.

At home, the thought of the kiss refuses to leave your mind. It confuses you, and you can't pinpoint whether he meant to do it or whether his emotions overwhelmed him into doing it. You also don't know how you feel in response to the action. Looking back on the scene, you can't tell whether you wanted to kiss him back or push him away. You simply froze up when it happened; it caught you off guard.

The next time you meet Taeyang, you find him apologizing for his actions. He admits to having feelings for you, but he understands that he shouldn't have kissed you out of the blue like that. Starting like this fills the meet-up with awkwardness, but you try to alleviate it by explaining that his emotions must have been all over the place due to his enjoyment of the finished product.

Before you part ways, he asks whether you'd like to date, and you ask him to give you time to figure out your feelings. It's only been a week since the kiss, and you still don't know how you feel. With this new development, you force yourself to address your feelings and define them. You've been avoiding them for most of the past week, so you're relieved to have something to force yourself to confront the situation head-on.

You take the next two days to do exactly that. Placing your sole focus on properly categorizing your feelings, you find yourself making excuses when calling it anything more than friendly love. Although you hate to break the news to him, you think it's best to do it quickly, so you call him down to the spot by the stream, asking to talk to him for a bit.

He quickly makes his way to the meeting point, as if he's a puppy running to his owner. As you see his soft smile shining at you, you feel a lump swell in your throat. He finds a nice rock to sit on and asks you to sit with him. You refuse, as standing permits you the ability to escape quickly in case your answer causes issues.

"Taeyang, I can't date you. It took me a while to pinpoint how I feel for you, but I think it's best we remain friends. I don't think I can reciprocate the feelings you have for me. I'm really sorry." You admit, fidgetting as an excuse to avoid meeting his gaze.

"That's okay, Y/N. I'm not going to try to force you to fall for me. I mean, I should hope I know how hard it is to fall in love." Surprisingly, he responds simply, taking the rejection far better than you imagined.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't need to force yourself to be. If you need space from me or comfort or anything, just ask me."

His lips curl up as he forces down a laugh, "Well, I'm not sure I'd call this okay, but it feels sorta numb. I don't know what I need, frankly. Just don't ditch me; Don't leave me in the past simply because of my feelings for you."

You explain that you won't ever be that person, and you sit with him in silence for a bit longer before he stands and decides to head home. He thanks you for letting him know your answer so quickly, hugs you, and walks away. You watch him leave and notice his posture change after a few seconds. Seeing his slouched posture, paired with some clear huffs, your heart breaks again as you recognize that he's crying now that he thinks you can't see.

Other than the remaining dance lessons and a touch-up tattoo appointment, you and Taeyang don't talk very often. In fact, a couple of years pass before you see him again. Donning an oversized hoodie, he calls out to you as you pass him on the street. Turning around to see who called you, you're greeted by a long-forgotten but familiar smile that brings a messy bundle of feelings into your chest. Your name in his mouth rushes memories back into your mind, and you don't know how to respond.

"Y/N! Hey, it's been a while. I'm sorry I kinda ghosted you after everything. It took a lot longer to move on than I expected. Care to get a coffee or something and catch up?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, let's do that. I want to hear how you've been."

Eventually, he notices your engagement ring, and the heartbreaking numbness returns to him after years of being free of it. You see this reaction reach his eyes, making them lose their once-everlasting glimmer as he asks about the lucky partner. The lump from your chest catches itself in your throat, and you feel tears force themselves into your eyes. Trying to hide your reaction, you take a sip of your drink, clear your throat, and explain that you met someone while getting a tattoo. Suddenly, the painful irony of the situation hits you like a truck, and you can't help but ask about the tattoo you gave him.

"It's still my only one, but I've made sure to take good care of it. Every time I see it, it reminds me of you and all those memories we made. It's a weird feeling, having a permanent reminder of my first love on my body. I guess it just hoards all sorts of meanings within its ink." He awkwardly laughs off his comment, but it makes the tears fall from your eyes despite your best efforts to keep them in.

"Don't cry! Y/N, what's wrong? Is it me? I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything upsetting by my words. It's interesting, but I don't mind remembering you. There are so many good memories-"

"No, no. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. I think there's just a lot of emotions overwhelming me. I'm happy to see you again and grateful that you're doing well, but everything hits at once. And with me just getting engaged only a few days before, it feels like some sick, twisted fate to meet you randomly now, out of nowhere. I- I don't know. I'm sorry."

After your tears dry and you regain control over your emotions, Taeyang explains the past few years he's had. He hopped around on personal jobs after finding private training more to his taste, and he only returned to the city a week ago, giving himself a much-deserved break from work. Although he hasn't found anyone else he loves as much as he loves to dance - and loved you - he boasts about wooing people around the world with his beauty and graceful storytelling within his dance. He goes so far as to show you a picture of his award for best original choreography. Engraved on the trophy, the title of his art, "A Permanent Reminder" gives you more than enough background for the story he conveyed to win.

As you part ways once again, your hand hovers over the tattoo your now-fiance did for you: a twist of flowers in the shape of a music note, sitting within the shape of the sun. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him that you met your future partner due to wanting a tattoo to remind yourself of the man you fell for too little too late.

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[icequeenbae]

Okay, so I'm gonna ask. Is there anyone interested in reading anything related to SF9? Cz I'm in a phase here, it's a great spot to write a few things down lmao

As usual, asking for a friend and it's not like I already wrote something involving two members

#sf9 #sf9 fanfic #this isn't the couple of members I wrote about #just one of them #for now lol #but I might get into it #among other 19284239482 things #altho are you seeing Jaeyoon's hands? #he is naughty #I love that #jaeseong are couple goals at all times #inseong kinda makes everyone overly excited tho lol #what are those pheromones lol #jaeyoon #inseong #rowoon #dawon

[mo-notmoe]

IM SEEING SF9 TOMORROW!!

and its gonna be my 9th concert this year...

#sf9 #sf9 fanart #kpop fanart #sf9 youngbin #sf9 inseong #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 rowoon #sf9 zuho #sf9 taeyang #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 chani #sf9 fantasy #sf9 fanfic #sf9 reactions #sf9 au #sf9 edits #sf9 imagines #sf9 headcannons #sf9 delight #kim youngbin #kim inseong #lee jaeyoon #lee sanghyuk #baek juho #kim seokwoo #yoo taeyang #kim youngkyun #kang chanhee