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#Yoon Jeonghan series
luviestarz · 8 months
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yoon jeonghan fic recs!
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✧ such a flirt ! - @amateurasterism (it’s simple: jeonghan knows he’s a flirt, but didn’t realize you flirting back was the key to breaking him.)
✧ deeper in denial ! - @amateurasterism (if there’s one thing you know about jeonghan, it’s that he’s a tease. what happens when the teasing makes it to soonyoung’s game of spin the bottle?)
✧ MON ANGE ! - @itadorins
✧ KIDULT - @hvae (jeonghan always believed he was never fond of children, especially when he took the job at your daycare. little did he know the child in him was playing hide and seek, finally revealing itself after growing to love the kids. oh, and you too)
✧ mirror mirror - @cheolism (jeonghan asks to roleplay him being jealous and fucks you like the little desperate slut you are)
✧ It's Nice To Have A Friend | yjh x reader - @sluttywoozi (You and Jeonghan have embarked on your fifth annual Best Friends trip, but it's a bit different than usual, considering he made the reservation under Yoon Y/N and told them he was your husband. What's a honeymoon between friends anyway?)
✧ a little attention - @onlymingyus
✧ MY ATTENTION - @slytherinshua
✧ when jeonghan realizes he's in love with you - @wonwoonlight
✧ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ♥︎ - yoon jeonghan ! - @hoshzone (not being able to wait until Jeonghan gets off the phone with Joshua, you decide it’d be a good idea to get yourself off on his thigh. He makes sure you pay for that.)
✧ call me by his name | yoon jeonghan [M] - @sweetlemontart (to you, one of jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. he's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? he'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.)
✧ to live again | yoon jeonghan - @viastro (it’s been years since your last milestone birthday; a time when everything still felt right in the world with youth and ambition. now that you’re older and times have changed, would you dare take a chance to save someone else in the past at the cost of your own future?)
✧ 彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan - @seuonji (daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day?)
✧ the long way | yoon jeonghan - @trblsvt (it was just like any other shoot. go in, pose, drink water, don't get food on the clothes, and don't joke around with the staff. easy. except it wasn't that easy.)
✧ — ode to you  - @lovelyhan (if there's one thing you've learned from all the lives you've spent together, it's that jeonghan isn't always someone you'll end up wanting. he can be crass. he can be secretive. he can be nothing short of vexing. but in the end, he's everything you need him to be.)
✧ rain and kisses | yoon jeonghan - @babyleostuff
✧ sharing is caring - yoon jeonghan - @etherealyoungk
✧ lowkey — yoon jeonghan - @chenfleur (Jeonghan's supposed to be on stage in twenty minutes, and he's nowhere to be found.)
✧ our dawn is hotter than day. - @ikigaisvt (in which you and your boyfriend says i love you for the first time surrounded by his friends.)
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thedensworld · 7 months
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Don't Touch Mine | Y.Jh
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Pairing: ceo!Jeonghan x secretary!Reader
Genre: romance, friends to lovers, angst, smut
Words count: 1k
Summary: Jeonghan had hid his feelings for you, but he had been in denial. Then, an unexpected event occurred, and everything changed.
Joshua nudged Seungcheol, subtly signaling towards their best friend, who had been casting his gaze across the entire ballroom. The two of them exchanged glances, sharing an inside joke known only to the trio, including the man himself, Yoon Jeonghan.
"Looking for Y/n?" Joshua chirped, his voice lightly teasing. It seemed to slightly irk Jeonghan, who promptly redirected his attention towards his two closest companions. He raised his glass, taking a sip of the wine that had been resting there.
Seungcheol let his eyes wander and easily spotted you standing with none other than Chwe Hansol, a budding businessman bearing a striking resemblance to the young Leonardo DiCaprio.
"Absolutely not," Jeonghan mumbled, offering a smile to the other guests who passed by and recognized the three of them.
"Then you should be alright with Y/n talking with Chwe," Seungcheol remarked, motioning towards you and Hansol. From Jeonghan's perspective, you two seemed a bit too friendly.
Jeonghan swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. "She's my secretary. It's my responsibility to ensure she doesn't make a fool of herself," he explained, eliciting chuckles from Joshua and Seungcheol.
"She's the one who saved you from that. Remember the charity ball at Jeon's group?" Joshua reminded Jeonghan of a minor chaos he had caused last time.
Jeonghan closed his eyes, trying to push away the sudden surge of old memories. Blame his low alcohol tolerance that led him to take an unplanned dive into the pond in the middle of the ballroom. He was thankful that the event had been private, sparing him from any media scrutiny.
"I hope everyone's forgotten it, like I've tried to," he sighed.
Seungcheol suddenly cleared his throat, nodding towards your location. "Kim Mingyu is approaching them," he said, an alert tone in his voice. That was enough to snap Jeonghan back to attention.
Jeonghan turned his body, observing how the casanova attempted to flirt with his secretary. Could he blame the guy? He wasn't sure. Or should he blame you for looking absolutely stunning tonight in that black dress that hugged your figure little too tight? Since he'd seen you step into his office before the ball, Jeonghan hadn't been able to shake off the effect.
"Look at that guy, he's got such a cheap stare," Jeonghan remarked to his friends, his distaste evident on his face as he observed Kim Mingyu.
Joshua playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "Alright, you're being a bit too loud, but I agree, man."
Seungcheol chuckled softly. "But the guy does have a certain charm, you've got to admit." His comment earned an eye roll from Joshua. "Are you on his side or Jeonghan's?"
Jeonghan turned to Joshua, a protest forming on his lips. Joshua simply shrugged and continued, "To make Y/n yours?"
Jeonghan scoffed, "She's already mine," he declared, before striding away from his best friends.
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As you drove back to Jeonghan's home after the event, he couldn't help but ask, "What were you discussing with Hansol and Mingyu?"
"We were talking about our latest ad project for the release. Hansol expressed interest in a collaboration," you explained, opening your iPad to show him Chwe Hansol's company profile.
Jeonghan leaned in, genuinely intrigued by the conversation, engrossed in the work that C.Creative had accomplished. He instructed you to delve deeper into the company's projects that could potentially be worked on with Hansol and compile a report.
As you diligently took notes, he suddenly inquired, "What did Mingyu talk to you about? Is he bothering you?" You shook your head, reassuring him.
"Absolutely not. He just had some questions about our app, which I already addressed," you reassured him.
Jeonghan's brow furrowed, curiosity piqued. "What did he say?"
"Um... Just about our system on Nevitech and... some personal matters," you replied.
"Did he ask you out?" Jeonghan's direct question caused you to bite your lip, and with a hesitant nod, you confirmed it.
Jeonghan sighed, his concern evident. "Do you want me to talk to him? I can make it clear if you're not interested..."
You interrupted him, "I am actually interested in him."
Jeonghan was taken aback, blinking in surprise. He leaned back in his seat. "Oh... I didn't know you liked him."
"Like is a strong word. I'm just open to the possibility of dating... you know, it's been a while," you explained, trying to be reasonable.
Jeonghan had to admit, your dedication to him and the company was commendable. It was one of the reasons he always tried to keep you low-profile or shielded at business gatherings, out of concern that someone might try to recruit you. It spoke volumes about your potential as his secretary.
He still remembered that you had a boyfriend when you first joined the company, but after a few months, he noticed the absence. Jeonghan was never one to cross professional boundaries, especially at work. But when he finished his work and saw you waiting for him, he felt a pang of guilt. It was a Friday, and you should have been spending time with your significant other.
"You're not home?" he inquired.
You shook your head and replied, "I was waiting for you, sir."
Glancing at his watch, Jeonghan realized it was well past dinner time. "Have you had dinner?" Another shake of the head from you.
That night, you both shared a meal, and it was during this time that he learned about your breakup due to your busy schedule. He also discovered you were from the same high school and that you were his junior.
"You should call me by my name, Y/n," Jeonghan suggested casually, not expecting that this casualness would lead to whatever he was feeling these days.
"Jeonghan..." Your voice saying his name brought him back from his reverie. Those were simpler times, when nobody knew you, and he had you to himself.
"Jeonghan, we've arrived," you informed him. He turned to you, realizing you were now in the basement of his penthouse.
Nodding, Jeonghan stepped out of the car. You gave him a respectful bow before he started to walk away. Just as he took his fifth step, he turned back to you. "Y/n... Could you come in for a bit? There's something else I'd like to discuss."
You glanced at your watch, then nodded. After grabbing your belongings, you followed him inside.
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Jeonghan awoke with a pounding headache, his reminder of his abysmal alcohol tolerance. However, he couldn't forget everything that transpired the night before.
"Y/n, I like you. A lot.'"
Immediately, he sat up, surveying the disarray he had left in his wake. He cursed himself, realizing he hadn't bothered to put on any clothes, and now you were gone. As the memories flooded back, he buried his face in his hands, anxious about how to handle the situation with you after what had happened.
A confession had led to a heated night that Jeonghan never anticipated. He berated himself, trying to dismiss any foolish thoughts, and checked the clock on his nightstand. It read 7 am, meaning he'd see you in the office in an hour. What should he do? Act as if it never happened? Apologize and insist it was a one-time thing? Jeonghan took a deep breath, resolving to go with the latter option. He was your boss, and you were his secretary. A romantic relationship between you two was impractical. It was definitely a one-time occurrence. You wouldn't see him as a man, would you? He reasoned that emotions had gotten the best of him last night, and you had been intoxicated.
That's all it was.
"Yeah... Right there... Please... J-Jeonghan..."
He groaned in frustration.
Walking into his office, he saw your silhouette already seated at your desk. He tried to steady the pounding in his chest and let out a deep sigh. He swore he'd never felt so on edge before. When he stepped into the office, you promptly stood and gave him a respectful bow. He paused in front of your desk, debating whether he should broach the subject of last night.
He gave you a nod before walking into his private room, finally able to breathe a bit easier. The knowledge that you were just meters away from him was torturous. He set his things down and sat at his desk, only to be jolted by a sudden knock. Acting out of character, he permitted you to enter with breakfast in hand.
"You got this for me?" He asked, puzzled. You blinked, as this was the usual routine every morning.
"I-I mean, you... you were gone this morning... to get this for me?" He stammered, audibly swallowing.
You nodded, "yes, please enjoy your breakfast," you calmly replied, bowing, and started to leave the room.
Jeonghan cleared his throat, "Y/n..." He hesitated, "whatever happened last night was a mistake. I'm sorry for that. It's so unprofessional of me," he began.
Your gaze met his, a pregnant pause hanging in the air. Slowly, you nodded and turned away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Days melted into weeks, the air between you and Jeonghan growing fragile. With a major project on the horizon, you both became engulfed in a whirlwind of activity, leaving little room to address the events of weeks past. Jeonghan found some solace in this.
But there was a noticeable shift. You weren't as talkative and lighthearted as before, which tugged at Jeonghan's heart. He cherished your jokes, a beacon of levity during the exhaustive whirl of meetings and paperwork. Now, your words were dominated by work, a change he couldn't help but take note of.
After a meeting with a foreign client, all Jeonghan yearned for was some respite. You both traversed the hotel corridor, you leading the way to his room.
"If you need anything, you can call my room," you offered, and he nodded, promptly entering his room.
As Jeonghan settled in for some rest, the night wrapped around him. It was nearly 10 pm when he ordered room service for dinner and summoned you to join him. When you knocked on his door, he welcomed you in, preparing the table. Just as he was about to pour the wine, a wave of memories crashed over him, stalling his hand. You looked at him with curiosity, but Jeonghan shook it off and poured the wine.
"Please, enjoy," he said to you as you both savored the meal.
The dinner continued with a brief discussion about the next day's schedule, as Jeonghan had several engagements in Singapore.
"What about the project with C.Creative?" Jeonghan reminded you about the upcoming project with Chwe Hansol's advertising company, currently working on their new release.
"I contacted them yesterday, and they're working on the proposal. When do you want them to present it?"
Jeonghan wondered, checking his schedule on his phone. "I think Friday would be great." You nodded and quickly jotted it down. "I'll email them tomorrow morning."
"Did you bring the MoU for tomorrow? I want to double-check," Jeonghan asked for the MoU file with the Singapore client to be signed the next day.
You reached for your things. As you searched for the file, an envelope labeled 'Resignation Letter' flew to Jeonghan's attention. His brows furrowed. Before you could retrieve it, Jeonghan quickly snatched it and opened it.
"You're about to resign? Why?" Surprise painted on his face, he inquired seriously.
You glanced around, avoiding his eyes, still searching for the reason you hadn't fully formed.
"I... I think it's been a while since I started working for you. I need a new experience, a new challenge to develop myself," you explained.
Jeonghan didn't seem entirely satisfied with your answer. He looked at you again and said, "Is it because of the salary? Do you want a raise? How much?"
Your eyes widened. "No, Jeonghan. You pay me more than enough. It's not about the money," you clarified.
Jeonghan tilted his head, a tinge of concern. "I don't find it reasonable for you to quit, Y/n. You know better than anyone that being my secretary in this industry is quite challenging."
You sealed your lips and let out a sigh before revealing the real reason. "I don't find it enjoyable anymore, working with you, Jeonghan."
Jeonghan felt a small twinge in his heart at your words. He slowly prodded further, "Is it... because of what happened last time?" He asked cautiously.
You nodded slowly. "I know you made it clear it was a one-time thing. But, I think it's changed a lot, between us," you said, finally expressing what was on your mind.
Jeonghan took a deep breath. "Then what's your plan?"
"Kim's Property has sent me a proposal to work for them."
Kim's Property? Kim Mingyu?
"Wait!" Jeonghan began, "You want to quit because you find that we've been unprofessional, but you want to work with Kim Mingyu? The guy who's been hitting on you?" A sudden surge of anger filled Jeonghan.
"I'll be his father's secretary, so we won't work directly with each other."
Jeonghan couldn't help but chuckle, finding it rather perplexing that you were willing to work with Kim Mingyu despite the perceived unprofessionalism. He felt a sense of injustice in this situation.
"Why? What's the real reason you don't want to work with me?" Jeonghan pressed, feeling that your previous explanations were merely excuses to distance yourself from him.
"We're being unprofessional, Jeonghan. I don't think I could continue working with you," you asserted.
Jeonghan scoffed, frustration and confusion coursing through him. "Tell me the exact reason, Y/n! You don't like me anymore? Suddenly you don't enjoy working with me?"
"It's because I do like you."
Jeonghan's mouth hung open, stunned by your candid admission.
"I've liked you since you took me to that dinner five years ago. And when you finally confessed that you liked me that night, I was over the moon. But the next morning... you said it was just a one-time thing, a mistake, and I... I couldn't look at you the same way again. I'm sorry..."
"What?" Jeonghan's voice was barely above a whisper. He rubbed his face, finally connecting all the dots from the strange tension between you two in recent weeks.
You took a deep breath before continuing, "I hope you can understand, Jeonghan," and with that, you rose from your chair and headed towards the door.
As Jeonghan saw you walk out, he immediately pulled your arm and landed his lips on yours. He pushed your body against the wall while his other hand reached the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss. The kiss lasted for seconds before he pulled away. Jeonghan looked into your eyes before pulling you into another kiss. In this moment, you raised your hand to cling to his neck, savoring the intimacy you shared in the room.
"I like you. No, I love you, Y/n," Jeonghan whispered in the midst of your shared kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes, "that time wasn't a mistake. It was stupid of me to say that."
You stared at him and felt tears welling in your eyes. Your heart pounded so much when Jeonghan pulled you into another kiss, but this time with so much passion and lust. His kiss slowly trailed to your neck as his body pressed you against the wall, almost enveloping you. He tapped your thigh, motioning for you to jump on him, and you hugged his waist with your legs. His hand roamed your figure, and his other cupped your cheek.
"May I?" He asked, his gaze never leaving yours. You nodded slowly as he took your shirt off and unclasped your bra. He kissed your chest as one of his hands went to one of your breasts.
"You're mine, Y/n. You're mine."
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Jeonghan's eyes wandered across the ballroom, searching for your figure as Seungcheol spoke to him. "Are you even listening, Yoon Jeonghan?"
Seungcheol's words pulled Jeonghan's attention, causing him to turn his head towards his friend. He hummed in response, nodding as if he had been listening. Seungcheol chuckled at his best friend. "Looking for Joshua?"
"Yeah... Is he late? He said he'd be here in ten." Jeonghan muttered, glancing at his watch.
"There he is," Seungcheol said, motioning towards Joshua, who was approaching them.
"Alone?" Seungcheol asked Joshua. Joshua shook his head. "She was talking to someone earlier," he said, pointing to where his secretary was. Jeonghan immediately turned his head in that direction.
"Stop looking for my secretary!" Joshua nudged Jeonghan's arm.
Jeonghan scoffed, "She was mine before yours," he mumbled, finally spotting you in conversation with a woman.
"How can she look that stunning?" Jeonghan remarked to Joshua and Seungcheol when he saw you in your silk red dress with your hair down.
As he watched the tall Kim Mingyu approach you, Jeonghan promptly handed his glass to Seungcheol and made a beeline for your location.
"Hi honey, you look gorgeous," Jeonghan interjected, interrupting your conversation with Kim Mingyu. The Casanova seemed taken aback by Jeonghan's bold move as his hand gently reached for your waist and he planted a sweet kiss on your shoulder.
Mingyu let out a chuckle. "Is this the reason you joined Joshua's company? Because you're together."
Jeonghan smiled at Mingyu and pulled your body closer to his, gazing at you tenderly before leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek.
"Yeah, she's mine."
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princessleechan · 3 months
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You’re the man! masterlist
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⚽synopsis: After your university cut your soccer team to prioritize the men’s team, it’s natural you have a falling out with your then soccer-star-player boyfriend and impersonate your twin brother at the rival university to play on their men’s team. Wait, it’s not? Oh well. ⚽pairing: afab!reader x ot13 (??? Member) ⚽genre: humor, romance, crack, eventual smut ⚽series tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, tags will vary per chapter ⚽status: in development ⚽started: @ 6pm cst every Wed, Thurs, Fri ⚽Tag list: please reply to this post, send an ask, or dm to get updated
Profiles #1, #2, #3
Chapters
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
| 6 (Written 18+) | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
| 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 (written) | 15 |
| 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 |
| 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 |
| 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |
+more to come
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novalpha · 1 year
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𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠
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♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor || ⸙ On hold ||
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Love café ♡ ୨୧ ★✦ -> @chocosvt
synopsis: while you’ve spent the last few months pretending the love café doesn’t exist, you realize you need its services now more than ever. this brings you face to face with jeonghan, the son of a luxury fashion designer who’s got money to burn. your exchanges are strictly business. until they’re not.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Miracle Bunny ♡୨୧★⌗⸙ -> @caramellohigh
synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ illicit whispers ♡★ -> @httphannie
summary: yoon jeonghan's wanted in almost every country but there's no denying that he's handsome so should it come as a surprise when you end up in his prison cell?
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ KIDULT ♡✹୨୧ -> @hvae
synopsis: jeonghan always believed he was never fond of children, especially when he took the job at your daycare. little did he know the child in him was playing hide and seek, finally revealing itself after growing to love the kids. oh, and you too
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ The selfish dilemma ♡୨୧★⌗ -> @joonsytip
Synopsis: It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ How to give a blowjob for dummies ♡୨୧★ -> @multiland
summary: your friendship with Jeonghan takes a turn the day the two of you cross the line when he decides to teach you how to give a blowjob, despite your promises of everything staying the same. Tired of waiting for him to acknowledge the elephant in the room, you decide to go on dates. Needless to say, he doesn't like it one bit.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ In her shadow ♡୨୧★⌗✹ -> @hoshzone
summary: you never were the one to fall in love but, just when you think you might’ve found the one, he turns out to be your estranged bitch of a sister’s fiancé. you and jeonghan both know better but, he can’t help but wish he’d met you first, thinking you’re a far better match for him than she’d ever be. #trusttheprocessordon’t…
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Little miss naughty ♡★ -> @hoshzone
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : not being able to wait until Jeonghan gets off the phone with Joshua, you decide it’d be a good idea to get yourself off on his thigh. He makes sure you pay for that.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Holidate ♡୨୧★ -> @onlymingyus
synopsis: It's only for a week, he's doing you a favor, and he's your fake boyfriend. Why do you have to keep reminding yourself of that?
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Fall back down to earth with you ♡୨୧ -> @97-liners
Synopsis: in which your manager, jeonghan, thinks it’ll be good publicity for you to date hollywood actor and notable heartthrob, joshua hong. of course, everything would be nice and easy if you ended up falling in love with your fake boyfriend joshua, but life is complicated, and your heart ends up pulling you in another direction completely.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Cigarettes and coffee ♡★୨୧ -> @gyukult
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Responsibly irresponsible: white shoes ♡୨୧ -> @twogyuu
Synopsis: Seemingly exciting at first, Jeonghan slowly comes to realize that being a dad is more than meets the eye, especially when he meets your mother (unexpectedly) for the first time. Did you mention? She doesn't know you're pregnant.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Inflection point ♡★୨୧ -> @lovelyhan
summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ It's nice to have a friend ♡★⌗ -> @sluttywoozi
You and Jeonghan have embarked on your fifth annual Best Friends trip, but it's a bit different than usual, considering he made the reservation under Yoon Y/N and told them he was your husband.
What's a honeymoon between friends anyway?
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Sweater paws ♡★ -> @duhnova
synopsis: your soft and cuddly virgin boyfriend isn’t so soft and innocent when he wakes up in the middle of the night from a wet dream
[More Jeonghan fic recs will be updated]
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suhnshinehaos · 10 months
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move fast, keep quiet : a jeonghan smau
part of the fast times universe → svt + nct f1 au [ masterlist coming soon ]
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synopsis : everyone's wondering who has captured the heart of one racing's brightest stars, yn ln. is it their very own race engineer? their teammate? their biggest rival? how will the world react when it's actually their rival's race engineer, a former driver that's fallen from grace?
....well, it might be best they don't find out.
pairing : yoon jeonghan x gn!reader
genre/s : smau, racer/f1 au, fluff, angst
will likely contain : food / alcohol mentions, swearing, suggestive themes / humor
taglist : open ! send me an ask or reply to this post <3
[ parts + note under the cut ]
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✶ starring... (profiles 01)
✶ featuring... (profiles 02)
✶ glossary / terms
✶ parts !
[ coming soon ]
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note : this is an extension / expansion of this one-shot smau
inspired by : taylor swift's i can see you
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from reese, with love
this is me melding all my hyperfixations together hahaha this is essentially one part of a larger racing au with both svt and nct members and each story will have 5-15 parts depending on the story ^^ no date yet on the actual beginning of this series- but the taglist is open !! im also just v excited for this and just wanted to get this out there :) as always, thank you for reading!
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ts19009 · 7 months
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Seventeen Fic Rec's
(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)
(Bold title means favorite)
(UPDATED: December 4th, 2023)
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OT13
In Pursuit of Wedded Bliss (Updated Masterlist) (A Seventeen Regency!AU Series) @fantasyescapes17
seventeen fic recommendations
Kim Mingyu
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In Soft Hands | Part 2 (Mingyu) @beahae (SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f))
what’s your number?; kmg @nevernonline (synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen. paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.)
again and again ⟢(exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut) @lovelyhan
creep (Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etc…) @smileysuh
Aphrodite (smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning) @highvern
Covert Desires (spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing) @etherealyoungk
Slowly; All At Once (fluff, best friends to lovers with Mingyu, boyfriend material!Mingyu, slight angst.) @gyuwoncheol
Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (1) (brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut) @gyuswhore
His Smile(smut, fluff, slowburn, fake dating!au) @angelwonie
Parties, Yachts and Wishful Thinking (enemies to lovers, reader and Mingyu are rich, Mingyu is kind of an asshole but so is reader, parties, mentions of reader crushing on Wonwoo, drinking, cursing, tennis, yachts and pure filth) @ithinkilikeit-reactions
Other Mingyu recs @novalpha
we don’t usually hold hands (m) || kmg & reader (angst, fluff, smut, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, sort-of-mean!oc, nice guy!mingyu, emotionally constipated!oc honestly) @gyukult
kim mingyu’s (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity (smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au) @shuaflix
the very first night. (exes to lovers, roommates!au | romance, angst, smut) Link works on pc and through my reblog i think
OVER MY HEAD (brother'sbestfriend!mingyu, fratboy!mingyu, pining, friends to lovers, angst (only a little), reader's a chronic overthinker, slow burn, smut, f reader, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, wonwoo's kinda absent </3, crying (blame mingyu), etc.) @hannieehaee
it��s all fun and games (mingyu x female reader ) @dontflailmenow
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Hong Joshua (Jisoo)
Loverboy (regency era romance, historical, drama, slow burn, angst.) @starlightxsvt
cranberry concoctions (bartender!joshua x f!reader) @onlyhuis
Mr (not) so perfectly fine (Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, not super relevant to the plot but, this is a Non-Idol AU, exes to exes with benefits, elements of angst) @hwanghyunjinenthusiast
the devil wears baby blue (mut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol) @onlyseokmins
Virgin Killer (cheerleader!reader, nerd!shua, virgin!shua, he’s kinda cold in this but is lowkey still a soft boi, drinking, teasing, jealousy, reader has a little bit of a corruption kink, loss of virginity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation) @wonusite
isohel (all time joshua fav) (slowburn, modern royalty au, angst, fluff) @toruro
mr. nice guy (, neighbor!joshua, joshua's muscles deserve their own tag tbh, oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption (NOT drunk sex), petnames (sweetheart mostly :pp), biting, spit kink, unedited as alway) @toruro
eyes meeting, hearts apart ⟢ (; bartender!reader, requited unrequited love, immense pining, angst, flowers, slow burn, smut (MINORS DNI)) @lovelyhan
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Jeon’s Anatomy - Cast (surgeon au) @hansols-yoda-boxers
Blown up love (gaming is all fun and... well, games, until you start crushing on the only person that takes pity on you and saves you from mobs.) @starsstuddedsky
I found love in your smile (doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc) @wonlouvre
wonwoo reading list / fic recs part 3 ! @jeonride
meet cute of the century (meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, discourse abt being an idol as a career, mild angst, smut) @lovelyhan
Licentious (babysitter au, cheating au, smut) @wonusite
to build a home (idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader) @tomodachiii
X + Y = YOU AND I ||( jeon wonwoo academic rival!wonwoo x fem!reader) @angelwonie
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just one day (fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.) @wonwoonlightligh
to live again (ime travel!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, slow burn, angst, some fluff, some humor) @viastro I WAS CRYING PLS READ
Pathetic Series @leejihoonownsmyhearthoonownsmyheart
Jeonghan’s Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling in Love) (fluff, angst, non-idol au, elementary school teacher!jeonghan, f2L, fake relationship) @starsstuddedsky
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xu minghao
✧ the letter (slowburn, fluff, angst, childhood f2l) @toruro
✧ flight of the stars (mut (18+ / mdni), f1 au, brief high school au, angst, fluff) @toruro
✧ oh my! @toruro
fixer upper (s2f2l. “beg” minghao. LOTS OF PLOT with eventual smut. slow and i mean SLOW burn. some member slander(affectionate),) @seungkwansphd
Glacial Pace (fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut) @wonusite
To Keep You Warm @idyllic-ghost
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My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) — ksy (milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader) @rubyreduji
driving lessons for dummies (fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au) @shuaflix FAV ATM XD
be sweet (prince!hoshi x princess!reader) @heartkyeom
charity f*ck (virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex) @ncteez
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𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 :- His obssesion |Kim Mingyu
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Pairing:- Kim Mingyu x f!reader
Genre:- Minors do not interact, 18+content only, smuts, hard/Dom mingyu, sub reader, kissing, stimulation, swearing, petnames (darling, babygirl, baby, sweetheart, my slut etc), dirty talking, oral(f! m! receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, shower sex,couch sex, kidnapping, spanking , spitting. (Let me know if there's more)
Wc:- 30k +
Synopsis:- In the ruthless underworld ruled by Mingyu, his dark aura commands obedience and his word is law. Women flock to him, but when his gaze locks onto her for just a fleeting moment, Mingyu's insatiable desire ignites. Determined to possess her, he embarks on a relentless pursuit, where passion blurs the lines between love and danger. As Mingyu navigates the treacherous world of power and desire, he must confront his own demons to claim the ultimate prize—her heart.
warnings:- minors strictly do not interact/you'll be blocked asap.
A/n:- this is my first fic on Tumblr,no reqs this is my own idea, hope you like it , your comments and reblogs and support means alot to me.
Notes:-All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced , transmitted or distributed on any forms without the prior of the rightful owner.
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Y/N, the epitome of sass and style. As the only daughter of a prominent family, she reigns supreme as the queen bee of her social circle. With an undeniable allure and confidence, Y/N effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her magnetic personality draws others in, while her impeccable sense of style sets her apart as a trendsetter.
Despite her self-assured exterior, Y/N possesses a complexity that transcends mere vanity, revealing glimpses of her ambivert nature and inner depths. In a world where every boy vies for her affection, Y/N navigates the complexities of popularity with grace and poise, leaving a trail of admirers in her wake.
Her laughter is like music, tinkling with the promise of mischief and merriment, while her eyes sparkle with the fire of a thousand stars, daring anyone to challenge her authority.
With a flip of her glossy locks and a flick of her perfectly manicured nails, she commands the attention of all who cross her path, her aura suffused with the irresistible charm of a modern-day princess.
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In the sleek, modern elegance of her luxurious bedroom, Y/N lounges on a plush bed adorned with sleek linens and designer pillows, her phone cradled between her ear and shoulder as she multitasks with effortless grace.
The room is bathed in the soft glow of contemporary lighting, casting a warm ambiance over the space as music streams from state-of-the-art speakers, filling the air with pulsating beats and infectious rhythms.
As she blows on her freshly painted nails, the soft scent of her favorite face mask fills the room, its luxurious ingredients working their magic on her skin as she indulges in a moment of self-care amidst the hustle and bustle of her glamorous lifestyle.
On the other end of the line, her friends chatter excitedly about their plans for the evening, their voices a symphony of laughter and anticipation that adds to the electric atmosphere of Y/N's bedroom.
"Oh my gosh, you guys, I just found the perfect outfit for tonight!" one of her friends exclaims, the excitement palpable in her voice. "It's straight off the runway, and I swear, it was made for me!"
Y/N's laughter rings out, a tinkling melody that dances through the air like champagne bubbles. "I can't wait to see it! You know we're going to be the best-dressed squad in the club tonight."
As they discuss the details of their evening plans, ideas fly back and forth like sparks of creativity, each suggestion more daring and exhilarating than the last. From trendy rooftop bars to exclusive VIP lounges, the night is ripe with possibilities, and Y/N can feel the excitement building in the pit of her stomach with each passing moment.
"Let's start with drinks at that new rooftop spot downtown," another friend suggests, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And then we can hit up that exclusive club that just opened up. I heard the music there is insane."
Y/N's eyes sparkle with anticipation at the thought of the night ahead, her pulse quickening with the thrill of adventure. "Sounds like a plan," she agrees, her voice a confident purr. "Tonight, we're going to paint the town red and leave a trail of unforgettable memories in our wake."
With a final exchange of laughter and well-wishes, Y/N bids her friends farewell, the excitement of the night ahead coursing through her veins like electricity. As she sinks back into the plush comfort of her bed, she knows that tonight will be a night to remember—a night of laughter, luxury, and the kind of exhilarating freedom that only comes from being young, rich, and fabulous.
As Y/N meticulously applies her makeup, her skilled hands deftly tracing bold, glittery patterns across her eyelids and accentuating her features with a touch of glamour, she can't help but admire the striking reflection that stares back at her from the mirror. With each stroke of the brush, she transforms herself into a vision of beauty and confidence, her lips painted a vibrant shade of red that demands attention and commands respect.
As she slips into her chosen outfit—a short, revealing bodycon dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination—Y/N feels a surge of empowerment wash over her. The fabric clings to her like a second skin, accentuating her assets and showcasing her undeniable allure with every step she takes.
With a final flourish, she runs her fingers through her hair, coaxing it into sleek waves that cascade down her shoulders like liquid silk. As she gazes at her reflection in the mirror, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips, her eyes sparkling with confidence and self-assurance.
"You look fabulous, darling," she murmurs to herself, her voice a husky whisper that carries the weight of her undeniable charisma.
With a playful wink and a blown kiss to her reflection, she turns on her heels and sashays out of the room, ready to conquer the world with her intoxicating charm and unapologetic confidence.
Y/N descends the staircase with the grace of a queen, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors with each confident step. As she reaches the bottom, she finds her father reclining on the couch, his eyes fixed on the television screen, while her mother bustles about in the kitchen, the sound of running water mingling with the gentle hum of conversation.
"Where are you heading now, young lady?" her father inquires, his tone laced with a hint of concern as he tears his gaze away from the television to look at his daughter.
Y/N meets her father's gaze with a cool confidence, her lips curved into a playful smile. "To have fun, Dad," she replies, her voice carrying the unmistakable lilt of mischief.
Her mother, still busy at the sink, chimes in with a note of caution. "Wearing that—"
But Y/N cuts her off with a wave of her hand, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Mom, chill," she interjects, her tone tinged with exasperation. "I'm a big girl now. I can handle myself."
With a flick of her hair, Y/N turns towards the door, her resolve unwavering. "Anyway, don't worry about me," she adds, her voice softening just a fraction. "And don't wait up for me. I'll probably stay at Amira's place tonight."
Her parents exchange a glance, their expressions a mixture of concern and resignation. But before they can protest further, Y/N is already out the door, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and unanswered questions in her wake.
Y/N steps outside to find her friends Amira and Isla waiting for her in the sleek, gleaming car, their faces lighting up with excitement as they catch sight of her. With squeals of delight, they eagerly beckon her over, their laughter echoing through the night air as Y/N approaches with a confident swagger.
"Girl, you look absolutely stunning!" Amira exclaims, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she takes in Y/N's flawless ensemble.
Y/N strikes a pose, her hips cocked to the side and her hand resting on one perfectly sculpted hip. "Thanks, but do I look fat?" she asks teasingly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Her friends exchange a knowing glance, their lips curling into matching grins. "Fat? Girl, you couldn't look fat if you tried," Isla retorts with a playful roll of her eyes. "You look fabulous, as always."
Y/N throws her head back with a laugh, the sound ringing out like crystal bells in the cool night air. "Fabulous of all time, huh?" she quips, her voice dripping with sass.
Amira nods enthusiastically, her excitement palpable. "Absolutely! Now let's get this party started, ladies!" she declares, her words punctuated by a chorus of cheers and high-fives from the group.
As they pile into the car, the air crackles with the energy of anticipation and the promise of adventure. With Y/N at the wheel and her friends by her side, they set off into the night, ready to conquer the world one fabulous moment at a time.
And as the city lights blur past them in a kaleidoscope of color and motion, they know that tonight will be a night to remember—a night of laughter, love, and the kind of unforgettable memories that can only be made with your closest friends by your side.
Or maybe not.
As the car glides to a stop at the entrance of the rooftop bar, Y/N and her friends step out into a world of luxury and excitement. The bar is an oasis of modern sophistication, with sleek furnishings and an open-air layout that offers breathtaking views of the city skyline. Twinkling fairy lights and flickering candles cast a warm glow over the space, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and allure.
As they make their way to a cozy corner booth, the sound of laughter and lively conversation fills the air, mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from hidden speakers. The bar is alive with energy, the air thick with the scent of exotic cocktails and the promise of endless possibilities.
With a round of drinks in hand, the girls settle into their seats, the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation punctuating the pulsating beat of the music. As they sip on their colorful concoctions, the night stretches out before them like a canvas waiting to be painted with memories.
Y/N leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she raises her glass in a toast to her friends.
"Here's to us," she declares, her voice ringing out clear and confident above the din of the crowd. "To nights like these, where the drinks are flowing and the possibilities are endless."
Amira grins, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she clinks her glass against Y/N's. "Cheers to that!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm infectious as she takes a sip of her cocktail.
Isla nods in agreement, her eyes alight with anticipation. "I love nights like these," she admits, her voice soft with emotion. "When we can forget about the stresses of everyday life and just focus on having fun together."
As the night wears on and the drinks continue to flow, the conversation becomes more animated, the laughter more raucous.
And as they dance beneath the star-studded sky, the world falls away, leaving only the intoxicating rhythm of the music and the electric energy of the night.
In that moment, Y/N felt a bit dizzy as she excuse herself and went outside.
As Y/N steps outside the bar, her mind still swirling with the effects of the alcohol, a sudden pang of panic shoots through her chest as she realizes her phone is missing. Frantically patting down her pockets and searching through her purse, she curses under her breath, her heart racing with apprehension.
Before she can fully process her predicament, she finds herself surrounded by a group of imposing figures, their menacing silhouettes looming over her like shadows in the night. Her pulse quickens as she takes in their intimidating presence, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she demands to know their identity.
"Who are you guys?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously from one face to another in search of answers.
But the men remain silent, their expressions stoic and unreadable as they close in around her, their movements coordinated and deliberate. Panic rises within Y/N like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her as she struggles to make sense of the situation.
Before she can react, her surroundings seem to blur and darken, the world tilting on its axis as she feels herself slipping away into unconsciousness.
With a last desperate gasp for air, she collapses someone's arm, the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as everything fades to black.
In the darkness, her mind races with questions and fears, her thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and terror. What do these men want from her? Where are they taking her? And most importantly, will she ever see her friends again?
As she drifts into unconsciousness, a sense of helplessness washes over her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and alone in a world gone mad. And as the darkness claims her, she can only hope and pray that someone, somewhere, will come to her rescue before it's too late.
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As Y/N's eyes flutter open, she finds herself enveloped in darkness, the air thick with an oppressive silence that presses down on her like a weight. With a groan, she sits up, her head spinning and her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to make sense of her surroundings.
"Hello?" she calls out, her voice echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. But there is no response, only the eerie stillness of the empty space surrounding her.
As she struggles to push herself off the bed, a cold shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that her dress is gone, replaced by a small red nightgown that clings to her skin like a second skin. Panic rises within her like a tide, threatening to drown her in its suffocating grip as she frantically searches for her belongings.
Her hands shake as she rummages through the room, her fingers fumbling over every surface in a desperate attempt to find her phone. But it's nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in the darkness.
Fear tightens its grip around her heart as she realizes the gravity of her situation. Who are these people? What do they want from her? And why has she been stripped of her clothes and left alone in this ominous room?
With a sense of urgency driving her forward, Y/N hurries towards the door at the end of the room, her fingers trembling as she reaches out to twist the knob. To her surprise, the door swings open with ease, revealing a dimly lit hallway.
As Y/N cautiously makes her way down the dark hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, she can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast.
As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, her senses on high alert, she is met with a chilling silence that echoes through the empty space like a death knell. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient wood and musty velvet, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings that surround her.
Heart racing, she takes a hesitant step forward, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival. But before she can make a move, her hand brushes against a nearby vase, sending it crashing to the ground with a deafening clatter.
"Fuck," she curses under her breath, her heart sinking with dread as she realizes that her clumsy mistake has likely alerted whoever—or whatever—lurks in the shadows.
But before she can make a run for it, a deep, husky voice cuts through the silence like a knife, freezing her in her tracks.
"Where are you going, babygirl?" the voice rumbles, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine as she whirls around to face the source of the sound.
Her eyes widen in terror as she finds herself face to face with a figure cloaked in darkness, their features obscured by the dim light that filters through the murky depths of the room.
Fear grips Y/N like a vice as she struggles to find her voice, her mind racing with a thousand questions and a million possibilities. But in that moment, all she can do is stand frozen in place, her breath caught in her throat as she waits for whatever comes next.
As Y/N's heart races with fear and uncertainty, she struggles to make out the features of the figure emerging from the shadows. With a shaky breath, she manages to stammer out a question, her voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and terror.
"Who are you?" she demands, her words echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.
As the figure steps into the light, Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief at the sight before her. Clad in a black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of chiseled chest, with perfectly tailored pants and sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, muscular arms, the man standing before her exudes an aura of raw power and undeniable allure.
His hair is impeccably styled, framing a face that could only be described as sculpted by the gods themselves. With piercing eyes that seem to see straight into her soul and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, he is the epitome of masculine perfection—a Greek god in human form.
But it's not just his appearance that leaves Y/N breathless—it's the aura of danger and intrigue that surrounds him like a cloak, the way he carries himself with a confidence bordering on arrogance, and the glint of mischief in his eyes that sends a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his movements fluid and graceful as he closes the distance between them, a tumbler of whisky clutched casually in one hand.
"I'm the one who's been waiting for you, babygirl," he purrs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to find her voice, her mind reeling with a million questions and a million more emotions.
Who is this mysterious stranger? What does he want from her? And why does his presence fill her with equal parts fear and desire?
But as she looks into his smoldering gaze, she knows one thing for certain—her life will never be the same again.
Y/N's voice quivers with a mix of fear and bravado as she confronts the enigmatic stranger who stands before her, his presence casting a spell of uncertainty over her senses. With a trembling hand, she gestures towards herself, her words dripping with defiance.
"Do you even know who I am?" she challenges, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and bravado. "If my dad finds out about you, he will kill you."
The stranger's lips curl into a sardonic smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he regards her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. With a casual shrug, he takes a sip of his whisky, the liquid burning a fiery trail down his throat as he savors the taste.
"Oh, is that so?" he replies, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. "And just who might you be, darling?"
Y/N's jaw clenches with frustration at his dismissive tone, her pulse quickening with a surge of adrenaline as she struggles to maintain her composure in the face of his unflappable demeanor.
"Yes," she retorts, her voice dripping with icy determination. "You have made a grave mistake by kidnapping me. My father will stop at nothing to find me, and when he does, you will pay dearly for your actions."
The stranger chuckles softly, the sound sending a chill down Y/N's spine as she braces herself for his response. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he takes a step closer, the air crackling with tension between them.
"Ah, but my dear, you underestimate me," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not afraid of your father, or anyone else for that matter. And as for your so-called 'kidnapping,' well, let's just say that things are not always as they seem."
Y/N's voice trembles with a mix of anger and defiance as she steps forward to confront the towering figure before her, her petite frame dwarfed by his imposing presence. With fire blazing in her eyes, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his intimidating demeanor.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" she demands, her voice laced with venom as she levels a fierce glare at him.
Mingyu's lips quirk into a smirk at her boldness, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he regards her with a mixture of intrigue and admiration.
With a casual shrug, he takes a step closer, his towering height casting a long shadow over her diminutive form.
"Finally, a nice question," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he meets her gaze with a look of unabashed amusement. "As for who I am, well, that's a bit more complicated."
Y/N narrows her eyes, refusing to be swayed by his smooth words and confident demeanor. She knows that there is more to this man than meets the eye, and she is determined to uncover the truth no matter the cost.
"Cut the bullshit," she snaps, her voice cracking with pent-up frustration. "I want answers, and I want them now. Who are you, and what do you want from me?"
Mingyu's smirk widens into a grin at her defiance, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something more primal. With a predatory glint in his gaze, he leans in close, his breath hot against her ear as he speaks in a low, husky whisper.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. But don't worry, all will be revealed in due time. For now, just sit back and enjoy the ride."
"Enjoy the ride well fuck that shit, I am leaving." Her defiant words hang in the air like a challenge, her determination shining through despite the fear that courses through her veins. With a determined glare, she turns to leave, intent on escaping this nightmare and reclaiming her freedom.
But before she can take a single step, Mingyu's powerful grip tightens around her throat, pinning her against the wall with a force that leaves her breathless. The air rushes from her lungs in a desperate gasp as his touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within her.
"Step one foot outside this mansion, and you won't like what comes next," he warns, his voice low and dangerous as he leans in close, his breath hot against her skin. His words hang in the air like a dark promise, a chilling reminder of the power he wields over her fate.
Y/N's heart races with a mixture of fear and desire as she meets his intense gaze, her pulse quickening with each passing moment.
Despite the danger that surrounds her, there is something undeniably exhilarating about being in such close proximity to this enigmatic stranger, something that sets her ablaze with a hunger she cannot ignore.
But even as her body betrays her with its response to his touch, her mind screams for her to fight back, to break free from his grasp and run as far and as fast as she can. She knows that she should be afraid of him, that she should despise him for what he has done to her.
And yet, as Mingyu's eyes bore into hers with a fierce intensity that threatens to consume her whole, she cannot deny the undeniable pull she feels towards him, the magnetic attraction that binds them together in this dangerous dance of desire and despair.
In that moment, as their bodies press together in a tangle of heat and urgency, Y/N knows that she is teetering on the edge of a precipice, her fate hanging in the balance as she grapples with the overwhelming force of her desire for this dark and dangerous man.
"Don't touch me." Her voice comes out as a barely audible whisper, her breath hitching in her throat as Mingyu's smirk widens in response to her plea.
With a casual shrug, he backs off slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he holds up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.
"As you wish, princess," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I won't touch you unless you give me permission."
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she meets his gaze, her body still pressed against the wall as if rooted in place by some invisible force.
She can feel the tension crackling in the air between them, thick and palpable as desire courses through her veins like a wildfire.
But before she can respond, Mingyu speaks again, his words sending a chill down her spine even as a shiver of anticipation races down her spine.
"From now on, you belong to me," he declares, his voice low and commanding. "Whether you like it or not, you will do as I say."
As he takes a sip of his whisky, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light of the room, Y/N's mind races with a thousand questions and a million fears. She knows that she is in deep trouble, that she is at the mercy of this dark and dangerous man who holds her fate in his hands.
"And don't even think of running away," Mingyu continues, his tone ominous as he fixes her with a steely gaze. "Because no matter where you go, I will always find you."
Y/N's breath catches in her throat at his words, her mind reeling with the implications of his threat. She knows that she is trapped, ensnared in a web of desire and danger from which there may be no escape.
Y/N's voice trembles with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she repeats the question that has been burning in her mind since the moment she laid eyes on Mingyu.
"Who are you?" she whispers, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, daring him to reveal the truth behind the enigma that is Mingyu.
Mingyu lets out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting away for a moment as if lost in thought before returning to lock onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.
"Again with the same question," he muses, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."
He gestures for her to come closer, his voice soft and coaxing as he invites her to join him on the couch. But Y/N shakes her head defiantly, refusing to obey his command.
"Alright, if standing is more comfortable for you," he concedes with a shrug, settling back onto the couch with a casual grace that belies the tension simmering beneath the surface.
But Y/N refuses to be deterred, her determination fueling her courage as she meets his gaze head-on once more.
"Who are you?" she demands, her voice stronger now, tinged with a hint of desperation as she searches for answers in the depths of his dark eyes.
Mingyu's lips curve into a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and intrigue as he leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin.
"I am whoever you want me to be, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But for now, let's just say that I'm the man who's going to make all your wildest fantasies come true."
Y/N's heart races at his words, her pulse quickening with a heady mix of anticipation and fear as she struggles to resist the pull of his magnetic charm.
Y/N's frustration boils over, her patience worn thin by Mingyu's evasive answers and tantalizing charm. With a fierce determination, she cuts through the tension with her words, her voice ringing out with a mix of desperation and defiance.
"Please, stop playing games with me," she implores, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just tell me, what's your fucking name?"
Mingyu's laughter fills the room, a rich, melodious sound that washes over her like a wave, stirring something deep within her as she watches him with a mixture of irritation and fascination.
"You curse a lot from that pretty mouth of yours," he observes, his voice laced with amusement as he meets her gaze with a playful glint in his eyes.
Y/N's cheeks flush with embarrassment at his comment, her anger momentarily forgotten as she grapples with the unexpected compliment. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a surge of warmth at his words, a thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of being the object of his attention.
But even as her heart races with the heady rush of desire, she knows that she cannot let herself be swayed by his charm. She needs answers, and she won't rest until she gets them.
"Stop deflecting," she insists, her voice firm as she meets his gaze head-on. "I want to know who you are, and I want to know now."
Mingyu's expression softens, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he regards her with a newfound sense of respect. He stood up from the couch and walks towards her.
"Alright, alright," he concedes with a sigh, his tone more serious now as he leans in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.
"My name is Mingyu," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face.
A smirk tugs at Mingyu's lips as he leans back, his gaze locked onto Y/N with a smoldering intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. With a casual flick of his hand, he brushes off her question as if it were nothing more than a passing breeze, his voice dripping with confidence and arrogance.
"I bet you've heard of me," he says, his tone low and smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. "I don't need to explain myself, do I?"
Y/N's breath catches in her throat at his words, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and a million questions.
Mingyu's reputation precedes him like a dark shadow cast over the city, his name whispered in hushed tones by those who dare to speak it. He is the epitome of danger, a force to be reckoned with, and his mere presence strikes fear into the hearts of those who cross his path.
As the leader of one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the country, Mingyu commands respect and obedience from all who serve under him. His word is law, his will absolute, and those who dare to defy him do so at their own peril.
With a ruthless cunning and a steely resolve, Mingyu has built his empire from the ground up, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in his wake. He is a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves, but when he does speak, his words carry the weight of authority and power.
But whether he is capable of redemption or destined to remain a prisoner of his own ruthless ambition remains to be seen. For now, Mingyu is a man of mystery and danger, a figure of awe and dread whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it.
But even as fear gnaws at the edges of her mind, there is something undeniably thrilling about being in the presence of such a dangerous and enigmatic man, something that sets her pulse racing and her heart pounding in her chest.
"What do you want from me?" she demands once more, her voice trembling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Mingyu's smirk widens into a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin.
"What do I want from you?" he muses, his voice low and seductive as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Oh, sweetheart, the possibilities are endless."
Y/N's heart races at his words, her pulse quickening with a heady mix of excitement and fear. She knows that she should be afraid of him, that she should run as far and as fast as she can.
But in that moment, as Mingyu's eyes lock onto hers with a fierce intensity that threatens to consume her whole, she cannot deny the undeniable pull she feels towards him, the magnetic attraction that binds them together in this dangerous dance of desire and despair.
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Y/N stands on the balcony, the soft satin gown clinging to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her every movement with an air of effortless sensuality. Her hair cascades in loose waves down her back, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a halo around her as she gazes out into the night.
It's been one week since she was kidnapped by the infamous Mingyu, and despite her initial fear and apprehension, she can't deny the strange allure he holds over her. There's something about him, something dangerous and forbidden, that draws her in like a moth to a flame.
Unable to resist the pull any longer, Y/N turns on her heels and makes her way out of the room, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
The bodyguards stationed outside simply bow their heads in acknowledgment as she passes, their silent presence a constant reminder of the captivity she finds herself in.
As she steps into Mingyu's room, the air is thick with the scent of musk and spice, the darkness enveloping her like a warm embrace.
The sound of water running draws her attention to the glass wall shower, the steam obscuring her view but heightening her senses in the process.
With hesitant steps, Y/N approaches the shower, her pulse quickening with each passing moment as she imagines the man behind the steam.
She knows she shouldn't be here, knows she should turn and run before it's too late. But something deep within her compels her forward, driving her towards the unknown with an irresistible force.
As Y/N pushes open the shower door, her breath catches in her throat at the sight before her. Mingyu stands beneath the cascading water, his sculpted physique glistening with droplets of water that cling to his skin like liquid diamonds.
Every muscle is defined and taut, his broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waistline, exuding an aura of raw power and masculinity.
But Mingyu is unaware of her presence, lost in the blissful oblivion of the steaming water as it cascades over his toned form. Y/N's heart races with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as she steps closer, her fingers trembling with the desire to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.
With hesitant steps, she approaches him from behind, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she reaches out to caress his back.
Mingyu's body tenses at her touch, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he turns around to face her, his eyes dark and smoldering with desire.
Their gazes lock in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air thick with tension as they stand on the precipice of temptation. Y/N's heart pounds in her chest, her pulse quickening with each passing moment as she meets Mingyu's intense gaze with a fierce determination of her own.
"I didn't expect to find you here," Mingyu murmurs, his voice low and husky as he takes in her appearance, his eyes roaming over her satin-clad form with hunger and longing. "But I'm certainly not complaining."
Y/N's fingertips trace the contours of Mingyu's chiseled abs, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins as he watches her with a smoldering intensity.
His breath hitches in his throat as her touch ignites a fire within him, desire roaring to life like a raging inferno.
But before he can react, Y/N suddenly backs away, her movements filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. Mingyu's heart pounds in his chest as he watches her, his desire burning hotter with each passing moment.
Without a word, Mingyu closes the distance between them in a single stride, his hands reaching out to grab her arms and pull her into his embrace.
Y/N gasps in surprise as he presses her against the steamy glass wall of the shower, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce and demanding kiss.
Their mouths collide in a clash of tongues and teeth, the taste of desire and desperation mingling on their lips as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body with a possessive urgency, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole.
The steam swirls around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat and passion as they lose themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire and need. Mingyu's kisses grow rougher and more insistent, his hunger for her driving him to new heights of ecstasy.
Y/N moans into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.
Mingyu's touch is like fire against her skin, his hands leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they explore every inch of her body with a fervent hunger.
Y/N gasps as Mingyu's hands roam over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole.
She can feel the heat of his desire pulsing against her skin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he pulls her closer, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Mingyu's lips find their way to her neck, his mouth trailing a path of fire across her skin as he sucks and nips at her sensitive flesh.
She arches into his touch, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she surrenders herself to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Mingyu," she moans, her voice a breathless whisper as she presses herself against him, her body aching with need for him. "Please, I need you."
Mingyu's response is a low growl of desire as he captures her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce and passionate dance. Their mouths move together in perfect synchrony, their desire igniting like wildfire as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Y/N's breath catches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers trail lower, tracing the outline of her soaked panties with a tantalizing touch that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
She gasps in anticipation as he teases and tantalizes her, his touch setting her alight with a burning desire that threatens to consume her whole.
Mingyu's fingers dance over her panties with a skillful precision, his touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a tidal wave.
She arches into his touch, her body trembling with need as he presses her against the glass wall of the shower, the water cascading over them in a torrent of heat and desire.
Their eyes lock in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air thick with tension as they surrender themselves to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through their veins.
Mingyu's lips find hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce and primal dance as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
"I want to feel you," Mingyu murmurs against her lips, his voice rough with desire as he trails kisses down the curve of her neck. "I want to taste you, to make you mine."
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's words send a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She moans in ecstasy as his fingers slide past the barrier of her panties, teasing and tantalizing her with a skillful touch that threatens to drive her to the brink of madness.
The water cascades over them in a torrent of heat and desire, the steam swirling around them like a veil of passion as Mingyu presses her against the glass wall, his fingers plunging deeper into her with a fierce and unrelenting hunger.
Their bodies move together in perfect synchrony, their desire igniting like wildfire as they surrender themselves completely to the ecstasy of the moment. Mingyu's touch is rough and demanding, his fingers driving her to new heights of pleasure with each passing moment.
Y/N moans in ecstasy as Mingyu's lips find hers once more, their kisses growing more urgent and passionate with each passing moment. She clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.
Y/N's breath hitches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers plunge deep inside her, filling her with a delicious sense of fullness that sends waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.
She moans in ecstasy as he thrusts and pumps his fingers with a rough and relentless urgency, driving her to the brink of madness with each powerful stroke.
Mingyu's touch is electric, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.
She arches into his touch, her body trembling with need as he drives her higher and higher with each passing moment.
"Oh God, Mingyu," she moans, her voice a breathless whisper as she clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "Don't stop, please don't stop I am close."
Mingyu's only response is a low, guttural growl of desire as he continues to fuck his fingers into her with a rough and relentless urgency, his movements becoming faster and more frantic with each passing moment.
He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body quivering with the promise of release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.
"Come for me, baby," Mingyu murmurs against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he drives her higher and higher with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let go and let me take you there."
Y/N's whole body tenses as she feels the sweet release of orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the shower as
Mingyu continues to drive her to new heights of pleasure with his skilled touch.
"Just fuck me already".Her breath hitches in her throat as she utters those words, her desire burning brightly as Mingyu smirks in response, his own desire evident in the glint of his eyes.
"Your wish is my command, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he lines up his throbbing member against her slick entrance.
With a swift thrust of his hips, Mingyu plunges deep inside her, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion and desire.
Y/N moans in ecstasy as she feels him fill her completely, her walls tightening around him in a delicious embrace as he begins to move inside her with a rough and relentless urgency.
Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized in a primal dance of lust and longing. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.
Their moans mingle together in the heated air of the shower, the sound of their passion filling the room as Mingyu's thrusts become harder and more frantic with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dig into his back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole.
"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice a desperate plea as he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of being filled completely by him.
Mingyu's movements are rough and urgent, his need driving him to new heights of passion as he seeks to claim Y/N as his own. Their bodies collide with a primal force, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Y/N's nails dig into Mingyu's back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.
Their moans mingle together in a symphony of passion and desire, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as Mingyu's thrusts become faster and more frantic with each passing moment.
Y/N's body trembles with the force of her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.
"I'm close, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Mingyu's own moans mingle with hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of ecstasy.
"Me too, baby, me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic with each passing moment. He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Just tell me where you want it."
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to form coherent thoughts, her body consumed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. "Inside, fill me up," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.
And with a final, desperate thrust, Mingyu drives deep inside her, his release pouring into her like a flood as they both surrender themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over them like a tidal wave.
Mingyu gently sets Y/N down on the counter, their bodies still intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He reaches for a nearby towel, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to clean her up, his touch gentle and tender against her skin.
Y/N sighs contentedly as she leans into his touch, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice soft and breathless as she gazes up at Mingyu with a mixture of awe and adoration.
Mingyu smiles down at her, his eyes softening with affection as he meets her gaze. "You were amazing," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he continues to gently wipe away the traces of their passion.
They fall into a comfortable silence as Mingyu finishes cleaning her up, their bodies still pressed close together in the intimate space of the bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire that lingers in the air like a tangible reminder of their passion.
Finally, Mingyu sets aside the towel and reaches for Y/N's hand, his touch light and reassuring as he intertwines their fingers together. "I'm glad you're here," he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he gazes into her eyes.
Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she returns his gaze. "I'm glad too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion as she leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips.
Mingyu's only response is a low, guttural growl of desire as he continues to fuck his fingers into her with a rough and relentless urgency, his movements becoming faster and more frantic with each passing moment.
He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body quivering with the promise of release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.
"Come for me, baby," Mingyu murmurs against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he drives her higher and higher with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let go and let me take you there."
Y/N's whole body tenses as she feels the sweet release of orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the shower as
Mingyu continues to drive her to new heights of pleasure with his skilled touch.
"Just fuck me already".Her breath hitches in her throat as she utters those words, her desire burning brightly as Mingyu smirks in response, his own desire evident in the glint of his eyes.
"Your wish is my command, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he lines up his throbbing member against her slick entrance.
With a swift thrust of his hips, Mingyu plunges deep inside her, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion and desire.
Y/N moans in ecstasy as she feels him fill her completely, her walls tightening around him in a delicious embrace as he begins to move inside her with a rough and relentless urgency.
Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized in a primal dance of lust and longing. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.
Their moans mingle together in the heated air of the shower, the sound of their passion filling the room as Mingyu's thrusts become harder and more frantic with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dig into his back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole.
"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice a desperate plea as he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of being filled completely by him.
Mingyu's movements are rough and urgent, his need driving him to new heights of passion as he seeks to claim Y/N as his own. Their bodies collide with a primal force, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Y/N's nails dig into Mingyu's back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.
Their moans mingle together in a symphony of passion and desire, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as Mingyu's thrusts become faster and more frantic with each passing moment.
Y/N's body trembles with the force of her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.
"I'm close, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Mingyu's own moans mingle with hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of ecstasy.
"Me too, baby, me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic with each passing moment. He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Just tell me where you want it."
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to form coherent thoughts, her body consumed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. "Inside, fill me up," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.
And with a final, desperate thrust, Mingyu drives deep inside her, his release pouring into her like a flood as they both surrender themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over them like a tidal wave.
Mingyu gently sets Y/N down on the counter, their bodies still intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He reaches for a nearby towel, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to clean her up, his touch gentle and tender against her skin.
Y/N sighs contentedly as she leans into his touch, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice soft and breathless as she gazes up at Mingyu with a mixture of awe and adoration.
Mingyu smiles down at her, his eyes softening with affection as he meets her gaze. "You were amazing," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he continues to gently wipe away the traces of their passion.
They fall into a comfortable silence as Mingyu finishes cleaning her up, their bodies still pressed close together in the intimate space of the bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire that lingers in the air like a tangible reminder of their passion.
Finally, Mingyu sets aside the towel and reaches for Y/N's hand, his touch light and reassuring as he intertwines their fingers together. "I'm glad you're here," he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he gazes into her eyes.
Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she returns his gaze. "I'm glad too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion as she leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips.
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Y/N watches Mingyu with a furrowed brow as he prepares to leave, a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. "Where are you going?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern as she searches his face for answers.
Mingyu turns to face her, his expression softening as he meets her gaze. "I have a meeting at the Club," he explains, his tone reassuring as he tries to alleviate her worries. "But it's just a meeting, babygirl. You don't have to worry."
As he leans in to kiss her, Y/N can't help but feel a pang of apprehension in the pit of her stomach. She knows that Mingyu's world is a dangerous one, filled with risks and uncertainties that she can't begin to comprehend. And while she trusts him with all her heart, she can't shake the feeling of dread that hangs over her like a dark cloud.
And as he leaves the room, Y/N can't help but feel a sense of longing as she watches him go.
Stepping outside, Mingyu beckons one of his trusted bodyguards over and utters firmly, "I'm heading out. Keep an eye on Y/N."
The bodyguard nods in understanding, his gaze unwavering as he replies, "Yes, boss. Consider it done." His voice carries a sense of determination, a testament to his unwavering loyalty to Mingyu.
Mingyu offers a curt nod in response, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features before he turns to leave.
Meanwhile, the bodyguard stands watch, his senses alert and his focus unwavering as he prepares to fulfill his duty.
As two hours pass with Mingyu away, Y/N's boredom begins to gnaw at her. An idea begins to form in her mischievous mind—why not surprise him at the club? With a sly grin, she sets her plan into motion.
Dressing herself in a sleek and seductive black bodycon dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, Y/N feels a surge of confidence wash over her.
Her hair is swept up into a high ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her look, while her makeup is flawlessly applied, highlighting her features with a hint of allure.
As Y/N steps out of her room, she comes face to face with the stern figure of the bodyguard, who immediately blocks her path. "Ma'am, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere. Boss's orders," he states firmly, his tone brooking no argument.
A mischievous glint dances in Y/N's eyes as she meets the bodyguard's gaze head-on. "Who said I'm going alone?" she retorts, her voice dripping with confidence. "You're coming with me."
The bodyguard's expression shifts, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across his features. "But Ma'am..." he begins, his words faltering as he struggles to find a way to dissuade her.
Y/N cuts him off with a decisive wave of her hand. "Your boss won't blame you. Tell him it was my idea," she declares, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now, are you coming or not?"
The bodyguard hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between Y/N and the door. But ultimately, he knows that he can't disobey her direct orders. With a resigned nod, he falls into step beside her, his mind racing with thoughts of the consequences that await them both.
As the bodyguard drives Y/N towards the club, the streets of the city pass by in a blur of lights and shadows. Y/N sits in the backseat, her mind racing with anticipation for the surprise she has planned for Mingyu.
The bodyguard keeps a watchful eye on the road ahead, his focus unwavering as he navigates through the bustling city streets. Despite his initial reluctance, he knows that he must fulfill his duty and ensure Y/N's safety, even if it means accompanying her on this impromptu adventure.
As they arrive at the club, Y/N steps out of the car, the pulsating energy of the night enveloping her in its embrace. The neon lights flicker and dance against the dark backdrop of the city, casting an ethereal glow over the bustling streets.
The bodyguard holds the door open for her, and as they approach, the bouncers nod in recognition, their expressions unreadable as they allow them entry without a word. Inside, the club is alive with music and laughter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol.
"Ma'am, can you please stay here? I'll check first if the meeting's over or not," the bodyguard says, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Y/N nods in understanding, her eyes drifting towards the vibrant scene unfolding before her.
As she makes her way towards the VIP lounge, every eye in the room seems to be drawn to her, whispers of admiration and desire following in her wake.
"Wow, she's gorgeous," one person murmurs, their voice tinged with envy as they watch her pass by.
Others chime in with their own compliments, their words a symphony of praise and admiration. "I wish I looked like her," another whispers, their eyes lingering on Y/N's figure as she ascends the stairs with an effortless grace.
But amidst the sea of faces, Y/N's mind remains fixed on one person alone—Mingyu. She can feel his presence calling out to her, drawing her closer with each step she takes.
As Y/N strides confidently towards the VIP section, the two bodyguards stationed at the door recognize her instantly, their expressions impassive as they step aside to allow her entry. With a silent nod of thanks, Y/N slips past them and into the room beyond.
Inside, a group of men lounges on a sofa, their attention divided between the gyrating strippers on the poles and the drinks in their hands. But Y/N's gaze is fixed solely on Mingyu, who sits at the center of it all, his expression dark and brooding as he watches her approach.
As she draws near, a seductive smirk curves her lips, her movements graceful and deliberate. With each step she takes, Mingyu's eyes follow her, a flicker of anger flashing across his features at her unexpected presence in such a place.
But Y/N pays his reaction no mind as she finally reaches him, her confidence unwavering as she sinks onto his lap, her body fitting snugly against his.
With a boldness that takes him by surprise, she plucks the glass of whisky from his hand and takes a sip, her gaze never leaving his as she challenges him with her eyes.
Mingyu's jaw clenches as he struggles to contain his rage, the sight of her so brazenly defying him only serving to stoke the fire burning within him.
Without a word, he grabs her by the wrist once more and leads her out of the room, his grip firm and unyielding.
But even as he drags her away, Y/N can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.
Mingyu may be angry now, but deep down, she knows that he can't resist her for long. And as they disappear into the darkness together, she smirks, knowing that she's already won this round.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Mingyu's voice cuts through the pulsating music, his tone laced with anger as he closes the distance between them. The bass thumps in the background as he presses Y/N against the wall, his body effectively caging her in.
Y/N meets his gaze with a defiant smirk, unfazed by his proximity. "Just came to have a little fun," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Aren't you happy to see me, Mingyu?"
Mingyu's jaw clenches at her flippant response, his anger boiling beneath the surface. "Came here to have fun, huh?" he growls, his words a low rumble in her ear. "Dressing like a damn whore."
Y/N's smirk widens as she leans into his touch, her breath hitching slightly at the sensation of his hand against her skin.
"Remember, you're the one who bought me this dress," she counters, her voice husky with desire as she guides his hand between her thighs, pressing it against her wet panties.
Mingyu's breath catches in his throat at the feel of her arousal, his resolve faltering as he struggles to resist the pull she has on him.
"You're playing with fire, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. "But damn if you don't make it hard to resist."
Their eyes lock in a heated gaze, the tension between them crackling with intensity as they stand on the precipice of something dangerous and intoxicating.
And as Mingyu leans in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, they both know that there's no turning back now.
As they break the kiss, Mingyu's grip tightens around Y/N's waist as he pulls her towards a private room, the anticipation thick in the air. With a swift motion, he locks the door behind them, the click of the latch echoing in the dimly lit space.
Their lips meet once more in a frenzy of desire, Mingyu's hands roaming hungrily over Y/N's body as he presses her against the wall. "Fuck, baby," he murmurs between kisses, his voice husky with need. "You can't stay away from me, can you?"
Y/N's breath hitches at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrenders to the intoxicating heat of their passion.
"Never could," she whispers, her voice barely a breath as Mingyu's lips trail down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Their kisses grow more urgent, more fervent, as Mingyu's hands roam boldly over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a wildfire of desire within her. With a swift motion, he begins to undo the straps of her dress, his movements rough and possessive as he bares her skin to his hungry gaze.
Y/N's head spins with pleasure as Mingyu's lips find hers once more, their kisses deep and insatiable, tongues tangling in a dance of desire.
With a fierce determination in her eyes, Y/N pushes Mingyu back against the couch, her movements confident and purposeful. As she drops to her knees before him, her gaze never wavers from his, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air between them.
Mingyu watches her every move with a mixture of desire and anticipation, his breath hitching in his chest as he surrenders to the pleasure of her touch.
"You know what to do, babygirl," he says, his voice low and commanding yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. "But remember, I'm still in charge here."
Y/N meets his gaze with a smirk, her lips curving into a sensual smile as she begins to undo his pants with deliberate slowness. "Of course, Daddy," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "But tonight, let's explore a different kind of power dynamic."
As she frees his big veiny dick from the confines of his pants, Y/N leans in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she teases him with her lips and tongue. Mingyu's fingers tangle in her hair, his grip firm yet gentle as he guides her movements with an unspoken command.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N takes Mingyu's length into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him in a tight embrace as she begins to explore every inch of him with her tongue.
"Fuck baby."Mingyu's breath catches in his throat as he feels the heat of her mouth engulfing him, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her movements with a firm yet gentle touch.
As Y/N bobs her head up and down, her movements rough and eager, Mingyu can't help but let out a hiss of pleasure, the sensation of her mouth driving him to the brink of ecstasy.
With each thrust of her head, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his arousal building to an unbearable intensity.
But Y/N isn't content to let him go so easily. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she begins to increase the pace of her movements, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive him wild with desire.
Mingyu's moans fill the air around them, his grip on her hair tightening as he surrenders to the exquisite pleasure coursing through his veins.
As Y/N takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth, Mingyu can feel the tension building within him, the need for release becoming almost overwhelming.
And just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, she pulls back, leaving him gasping for air and desperate for more.
"Open your mouth." Mingyu's voice is thick with desire as he commands Y/N to open her mouth, and without hesitation, she complies, parting her lips to receive him.
With a primal growl, Mingyu releases his climax, hot streams of his essence spilling over her lips and tongue, painting her mouth in a messy symphony of desire.
Y/N's senses are overwhelmed by the taste and texture of him, the salty sweetness of his release mingling with the heat of their passion. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment, as Mingyu's essence coats her tongue and trickles down her chin, leaving her breathless and hungry for more.
As Mingyu watches her, his chest heaving with exertion, he feels a surge of possessiveness and desire wash over him. Seeing Y/N beneath him, covered in his essence, stirs something primal within him, igniting a fire that burns hotter than ever before.
As Mingyu pulls her onto the couch and strips her naked, Y/N's body hums with anticipation, her skin tingling with the promise of pleasure to come.
She lets out a low moan as Mingyu takes one of her breasts into his mouth, his lips and tongue working magic on her sensitive flesh.
"Oh god, Mingyu," she moans, her voice filled with longing as he squeezes her other breast, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. With each touch, each kiss, she feels herself growing more and more desperate for release, her arousal reaching dizzying heights.
Mingyu's fingers trail down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as they finally reach her clothed cunt. With a swift motion, he tears away her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him.
Y/N's breath catches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers plunge into her wetness, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
She arches her back, her moans growing louder with each thrust of his fingers, as Mingyu continues to pump into her with a relentless rhythm.
"Yes, Gyu, just like that," she gasps, her voice filled with ecstasy as he drives her closer and closer to the edge.
As Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside her, Y/N feels a wave of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling with each thrust. She lets out a throaty moan as Mingyu's thumb finds her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling towards ecstasy.
"You like that, huh, you filthy little slut?" Mingyu growls, his voice dripping with desire as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N's breath hitches in her throat as she nods, unable to form words amidst the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.
Mingyu's fingers move faster, rougher, their relentless rhythm driving her wild with need. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Take it all, you dirty little whore."
Y/N's moans fill the air around them, the sound echoing off the walls of the room as Mingyu's fingers continue to work their magic. She feels herself teetering on the edge of release, her body aching for release as Mingyu pushes her closer and closer to the brink.
As Mingyu's fingers plunge into her depths, Y/N feels a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. She arches her back, her moans filling the room as Mingyu's other hand finds her nipples, pinching them just the way she likes.
"Mingyu," she moans, her voice thick with desire as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. With each thrust of his fingers, she feels herself getting closer and closer to release, her body trembling with anticipation.
And then, with one final thrust, Mingyu pushes her over the edge, sending her tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy. Y/N cries out his name, her voice echoing off the walls of the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.
As she reaches the peak of her climax, she feels herself squirting uncontrollably, her essence spilling over Mingyu's fingers, her thighs, and his lower body. Mingyu chuckles, his own arousal evident as he watches her lose herself in the throes of passion.
"Yes, baby, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he continues to pleasure her, his fingers driving her wild with need.
And as Y/N rides the wave of her release, she knows that this is just the beginning of a night filled with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
"Fuck baby, i need to taste you." Mingyu's words send shivers down Y/N's spine as she watches him lower himself between her trembling thighs, anticipation coursing through her veins like wildfire. With a hunger in his eyes, Mingyu leans in, his breath hot against her skin as he inches closer and closer to her center of desire.
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's lips meet her slick folds, his tongue tracing circles around her clit with tantalizing precision. She gasps, her body arching off the couch as waves of pleasure wash over her, each stroke of his tongue sending her closer and closer to the edge.
Mingyu's movements are relentless, his tongue dancing over her swollen bud with a skill that leaves her breathless. She moans, her hands tangling in his hair as she guides him, urging him to take her higher and higher.
As Mingyu delves deeper into her essence, Y/N feels herself teetering on the brink of release, her body trembling with anticipation. With one final flick of his tongue, Mingyu sends her tumbling over the edge, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the room.
Y/N's voice is filled with desperation as she begs Mingyu for more, her body trembling with need as she clings to him.
"I need you, Mingyu," she pleads, her voice thick with desire. "Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up with your hard cock."
Mingyu's eyes darken with desire as he hears her words, his own arousal reaching new heights at the thought of taking her again. "You want it rough, baby?" he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "You want me to fuck you hard, make you scream my name?"
Y/N nods eagerly, her body burning with anticipation as Mingyu positions himself between her trembling thighs. With a primal need driving him, Mingyu plunges into her depths, his movements rough and relentless as he drives her wild with pleasure.
Y/N cries out, her voice filling the room as Mingyu takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, her body rocking with the force of his passion.
As Mingyu pounds into her with a hunger that borders on desperation, Y/N clings to him, her nails digging into his skin as she rides the wave of pleasure crashing over her.
"Yes, Daddy, just like that," she moans, her voice filled with ecstasy as he takes her to new heights of pleasure.
Mingyu's movements become even more primal as he thrusts into Y/N with a force that borders on savage, his hips driving forward with relentless intensity. With each powerful thrust, Y/N feels herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the raw passion of their coupling.
In a moment of unbridled desire, Mingyu leans down and spits into Y/N's mouth, the hot saliva mingling with their shared breath as she swallows it down eagerly, her eyes blazing with desire.
The taste of him fuels her arousal, igniting a fire within her that burns hotter with each passing moment.
Their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of passion, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room as they lose themselves in the throes of ecstasy. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's trembling form, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever it lands.
"God, you feel so good," Mingyu growls, his voice thick with desire as he pounds into her with a hunger that knows no bounds. "You're mine, Y/N. All mine."
Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's words wash over her, his possessiveness only adding fuel to the fire of their passion. She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely as he takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless.
As they reach the peak of their pleasure, Mingyu drives into Y/N with one final, powerful thrust, sending them both tumbling over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy.
"This is not over, you can give me more right baby." Mingyu's words send a shiver down Y/N's spine as she feels his desire burning hot against her skin.
"I can give you everything you want, Mingyu," she breathes, her voice thick with desire as she surrenders herself to him completely.
With a primal need driving him, Mingyu flips Y/N over onto her hands and knees, her body quivering with anticipation as he positions himself behind her.
As he spreads her ass to reveal her swollen cunt, Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of what's to come.
With slow, deliberate movements, Mingyu opens her anal hole, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She moans, her voice echoing off the walls of the room as Mingyu lines his dick up with her tight, puckered entrance.
As he pushes into her, Y/N cries out, her body tensing with the delicious sting of pleasure mixed with pain. Mingyu's movements are rough and unrelenting as he drives into her with a hunger that leaves her breathless, each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge.
Through the haze of pleasure, Y/N can hear Mingyu's voice, low and husky with desire as he whispers words of encouragement and dominance in her ear. "You're mine, Y/N," he growls, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "All mine."
Y/N nods eagerly, her body trembling with need as Mingyu takes her to new heights of pleasure. With each thrust, she feels herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling.
"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as he fills her anal hole and plunges his fingers into her cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes well up with tears as her legs tremble beneath her, her senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations washing over her.
As Mingyu continues to thrust into her with a relentless hunger, Y/N can't help but cry out in ecstasy, her moans filling the room as she surrenders herself to him completely.
His fingers work her cunt with expert precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.
With a primal growl, Mingyu withdraws his fingers from Y/N's cunt and delivers a sharp slap to her ass, the sting sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he delivers another punishing blow.
Y/N can only whimper in response, her body trembling with desire as Mingyu's rough touch sends her pleasure skyrocketing to new heights.
She watches him through the mirror, her makeup smudged and her eyes glazed with desire as he spits on her hole, the hot saliva sending shivers of pleasure racing down her spine.
With each thrust, Mingyu drives deeper and deeper into her, his movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment.
As Mingyu and Y/N reach the pinnacle of their pleasure, their bodies trembling with anticipation, they lock eyes in the mirror, their gazes filled with desire and longing. With one final, powerful thrust, Mingyu drives deep into Y/N's trembling body, his own release imminent.
"Fuck, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Her words are barely a whisper as Mingyu's relentless thrusts push her over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rides the wave of her climax.
Mingyu's own release follows soon after, his body tensing with pleasure as he spills himself deep inside her, their essences mingling in a messy, tangled embrace.
As they come down from their shared climax, Mingyu holds Y/N close, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.
Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they cling to each other desperately, their hearts pounding in unison as they savor the blissful aftermath of their shared ecstasy.
In that moment, there are no words, no thoughts, only the raw, primal connection between them as they bask in the warm glow of their love.
As the last echoes of their shared climax fade into the air, Mingyu and Y/N lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies still humming with the lingering traces of their passion. Mingyu presses a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who has captured his heart.
"Y/N," Mingyu whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he gazes into her eyes, "I never knew what true happiness was until I met you. You've brought light into my life, chased away the darkness, and shown me what it means to love unconditionally."
Y/N's heart swells with love as she listens to Mingyu's words, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She reaches up to cup his face in her hands, her touch gentle and reassuring as she brushes away the stray tears that glisten in his eyes.
"Mingyu," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "you've brought so much love and warmth into my life. You've shown me what it means to be cherished, to be truly seen and understood. I love you more than words can express, and I can't imagine my life without you by my side."
Mingyu's heart skips a beat at Y/N's words, his love for her swelling within him until it threatens to burst free. He takes her hands in his, his touch tender and reverent as he gazes into her eyes with all the love in his heart.
"Y/N," he says, his voice thick with emotion, "will you do me the honor of being my partner in life? Will you stand by my side through all the joys and challenges that the future may bring? Will you be my wife?"
Tears of joy stream down Y/N's cheeks as she nods, her heart overflowing with love for the man who has captured her heart.
"Yes, Mingyu," she whispers, her voice filled with love and devotion, "I will marry you. I will stand by your side through thick and thin, through all the ups and downs of life. I love you with all my heart, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
With tears of joy streaming down their faces, Mingyu and Y/N share a tender embrace, their hearts entwined as they embark on the next chapter of their journey together.
And as they hold each other close, they know that their love will only grow stronger with each passing day, a beacon of hope and happiness in a world filled with uncertainty.
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junrenjun · 19 days
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Understand
alpha!seungcheol x female beta!reader (side alpha!seungcheol x omega!jeonghan, with implied ot13 x reader)
genre: angst with a fluff ending
wc: 1736
warnings: mentions of injury, a/b/o dynamics, arguments
summary: seungcheol is pushing himself too far in his injury recovery. y/n calls him out and cheol says something he wishes he could take back.
a/n: couldn't sleep because this idea was stuck in my head. wrote some stuff down in google docs to get out of my brain and somehow ended up here. enjoy my first ever written fic i guess?
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Seungcheol was getting fed up. Between not being able to work, not seeing the rest of his pack for most hours of the day, and having to deal with the pain in his knee, he was seconds from shutting down. You being home and scolding him like a naughty child for trying to be independent made it a whole lot worse. 
He knew you just wanted his knee to heal correctly, even if it took longer than he wanted it to. But he was impatient and he just wanted to get back to work. Working on standing without his crutches was something he should probably do with his doctor or physical therapist. But he was fine, they were going to work on it at his next session in a few days, so why not start a little early. The pain would be worth it if it meant he could go back to dancing sooner.
You however, did not feel the same, turning the corner into the kitchen and catching sight of him wincing in pain whilst holding onto a chair. “Choi Seungcheol! If I see you try to stand without your crutches one more time, I’m calling your doctor and having you put on bed rest.”
It shouldn’t have sent him over the edge. It was a threat with zero malice behind it, and he knew you wouldn’t really call his doctor. But for some reason, this was his breaking point. “I’m just so over everything y/n! I’m so frustrated with this stupid injury. I can’t work anymore. I can’t do anything that makes me happy and I have to watch the rest of the pack do it without me.”
You frowned. You knew he was upset with the injury taking him out of work for a few months, but you thought he would at least have some respect for his own body and health. “I know Cheol, I understand this is frustrating but hurting yourself isn’t the best way to address your feelings.”
“No y/n you don’t know! You’re the only beta in the pack, the only girl, and the only one who isn’t an idol. You don’t get to tell me that you understand because you don’t. Betas don’t understand emotions like alphas and omegas do.”
Seungcheol regretted it instantly. Tears filled your eyes and threatened to spill past your waterline. Your scent soured and Seungcheol flinched as it hit his nose. He watched as you took a shaky breath before calmly replying, “no Cheol, I guess I don’t understand,” promptly turning on your heel to return to the bedroom. 
Sighing, Seungcheol grabbed his crutches from where they leaned against the kitchen table. He hobbled back to his room, flopping onto his bed carelessly. He didn’t even care about the pain in his knee anymore, too preoccupied with the pain in his heart. Frustratedly, he grabbed the pillow next to him, pushed his face into it and let out a sound that was halfway between a yell and a growl. How could he say something so stupid?
Seungcheol was too drowned in his own misery to hear your footsteps as they traveled down the hall and toward the front door. He wasn’t even aware you had left your room until the sound of the front door closing caught his attention. It was too early for the rest of the pack to be back from rehearsal, so it had to be you. The thought of you being so distraught that you had to leave the den was enough to make what was left of Seungcheol’s sanity snap. He pushed the pillow even farther into his face and sobbed until there was nothing left to cry.
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Seungcheol groaned as the pillow was removed from his arms, letting the overhead light in his room shine harshly in his eyes. He almost let out a growl, warning the person who decided to disrupt his misery-induced sleep to leave him be, but the scent of his sweet omega left it hanging in the back of his throat. 
Jeonghan’s face appeared above him, finally blocking out the light that was threatening to cause a migraine. He heard the omega sigh in relief before saying, “well at least we know why you weren’t answering your phone. Do you know where y/n is? You smell like shit by the way.” 
Seungcheol just grunted in response. Jeonghan sighed and called out to Wonwoo, who Cheol assumed was in the main area. He didn’t listen in on their conversation, too busy trying to get rid of the buzzing in his head. All he could make out were a few repeated words: y/n, location, and phone.
After a few minutes, Seungcheol felt Jeonghan shift on the bed to lay next to him. He paused a second before saying, “I don’t know what happened between you two but if it makes you feel any better, she didn’t go too far. Just to the cafe a few streets down.”
Cheol sniffed. “How did you even know something happened?”
Jeonghan huffed before responding. “Neither of you were responding to our texts and calls when we were on the way home. Then we walked in and the main room smelled like upset beta and angry alpha. It didn’t take long to put two and two together.”
They laid in silence for a few moments. Seungcheol broke the silence with a broken sob. “I’m such a bad pack alpha,” he cried as he turned into Jeonghan’s side. 
The omega immediately closed his arms around the alpha’s side and released some calming pheromones. “No baby, you’re not a bad pack alpha. You and y/n have been around each other every second of every day since your injury, an argument was bound to happen eventually.” 
Seungcheol buried his head farther into Jeonghan’s chest. He cried a little longer before he softly uttered, “I made fun of her subgender.”
Jeonghan couldn’t hold back his surprise. This couldn’t be the same Seungcheol that defended y/n’s subgender to all their fans when it was released that she had joined their pack. This couldn’t be the same Seungcheol that immediately switched her new primary care physician when he told her that she, “shouldn’t worry about birth control since her alphas were probably too busy with their omegas anyways.” This couldn’t be the same Seungcheol who made everyone wear blockers when they first invited her to the den, because he knew that betas were more sensitive to scents. Finally the omega released a small, “what?”
The alpha sniffled again. “I told her that she didn’t understand my problems because she was a beta. I didn’t mean it Hannie. I feel so stupid. What even possessed me to say that?”
Seungcheol felt Jeonghan release his hold a little bit, so that he could rub circles into the small of his back. “I don’t know why you said it, baby. But I know you didn’t mean it. The rest of the pack knows you didn’t mean it. I’m sure she does too.”
Slowly, Seungcheol pulled his face away from his omega’s chest. Jeonghan’s heart broke at the sight of his pack alpha’s broken look. “Has she come back yet?”
Jeonghan rolled over a little to look out the open door of their room. “I don’t think so. Wonwoo went to pick her up from the cafe and walk her back home. They should be back soon, I hope.”
Seungcheol just nodded and went back to sulking in Jeonghan’s arms. The omega couldn’t help but release more calming pheromones and continue rubbing his alpha’s back. He knew Cheol couldn’t help it, but his distressed scent was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He wished it would go away soon. 
A few minutes later, they both perked up at the sound of the front door opening and subsequently closing. Shoes were tossed on the tray by the door and before they knew it, you were standing in the doorway. The alpha’s scent brightened a bit. You paused when you saw Jeonghan in the bed with your pack alpha. He just smiled at you and began to pry himself away from Seungcheol, who let out a pathetic whine. 
Despite the day’s earlier events, you couldn’t help but softly smile at Cheol’s “less alpha-like” tendencies. Yet another reminder that he didn’t mean the words that left his mouth a few hours before. Seungcheol was not someone who believed in stupid subgender stereotypes. 
Jeonghan made his way out of the room, but not without leaving a small kiss on your forehead and a brush of his nose on your scent gland. A subtle reminder that he was here if you needed him. You took a moment to ground yourself before making your way over to the bed. “You smell like shit.”
He laughed. “You smelled worse when I made that comment earlier. But yeah, I’m sure I reek. Hannie said the same thing when he first came in.”
You smiled. His sense of humor was still intact at least. You took the lighthearted moment to cuddle up next to him and rub your wrist against the gland on his neck. “I know you didn’t mean it, Cheolie.”
Seungcheol sighed in relief. He believed Jeonghan when the omega said he was sure you knew his harsh words didn’t have any real meaning behind them. But it was still nice to hear the words from you on your own. “It wasn’t very pack alpha of me though.”
He heard you sigh a little. “No one is perfect. No pack alpha is perfect. You’re a human being too. You need to treat yourself like one Choi Seungcheol.”
He nodded as your words sunk in. He knew the double meaning behind them before you explicitly stated it yourself. “That goes for work too. You need to stop pushing yourself to recover faster. It’s just going to hurt more later on. I know you just want to get back to doing what you love but you need to love yourself first.”
His beta knew just the thing to say to tug on his heartstrings, huh? For the umpteenth time that day, Seungcheol sniffled. “I love you y/n. I wouldn’t want anyone else as my pack beta.”
You replaced your wrist with your nose, scenting him as you happily sighed, “I love you too Cheolie. No other pack alpha could ever compare.”
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woozvc · 6 months
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shifts.
(part of my seventeen first love series!) [m.list]
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synopsis - working at a 24/7 hypermarket and thinking you're about to get killed is not fun...but the dude you meet is beautiful so hey worth it?
pairing — jeonghan x gn!reader (reader is called pretty once)
genre/s — fluff, jeonghan is a menace, friends older brother troupe if you squint, reader works at a hypermarket late at night
cw— mentions of dark streets and getting followed (but like not really because he thought you were someone else), one direction is mentioned for a second (yes this is a cw), a lot of cursing
w/c - 1k ish
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it's 11:03pm when your shift is finally over. it's a quiet friday night, the 24/7 hypermart you're working at is pretty empty which is perfect. most of your shift was spend in just organizing the shelfs and listening to music. that's why you love working here, it's easy money and it's near your house so why not?
“y/n! thank you so much for covering my shift today!”
“hey haein, how was your meeting?”
“um..it was fine haha, I know you like your 11-4am shift more but i had no choice, hope I'm not ruining your saturday”
“it's fine, I was free today anyway”
“let me get changed and you can log out” haein gives you a small smile.
haein is a year younger than you, you first met her when she randomly once ran into the shop at 1am in dire need of ramen. it looked like she was on the verge of tears. that told you enough, she was definitely your type of person.
“is it really that cold or are you dramatic?” haein chuckles looking at your large comically hoodie. you got it matching with her a few weeks ago. she wanted to thank you for putting up with her antics at early hours of the morning. you didn't refuse, a free hoodie is a free hoodie.
“it's December and I'm cold." you give her a glare (affectionate)
"don't leave the store until mark comes in and please dont put your headphones on, if someone walks in your need to greet them” haein gives you a small laugh with a salute and hugs you.
walking through this neighborhood has never been a problem. you know this place like the back of your hand, nothing could go-
“huh?” you turn around. there was something. you swear you felt someone walk behind you.
you look around for a minute, no ones around. that's when you decide to book it. taking a deep breath you start to run and crash into something, or, someone.
“haein chill out why the fuck are you running”
“who the fuck are you??”
you stare at the boy in front of you. long hair, lean frame and beautiful eyes-
“you're not haein.”
“last time i checked no I'm not” you quip back at him. being good looking does not excuse being a bitch.
“oh my god I'm so sorry” he extends his hand out to you which you take and pull yourself up.
“you have the same hoodie as my sister so i thought you were her.. I was planning to scare her so that i could ask why she was out so late I'm really sorry. it's just that usually her shifts ends right now and she takes this street home and”
“jeonghan?”
"you know me?"
it made sense. haein would come in sometimes and rant about her menace of a brother who she loved but sometimes was hard to deal with. for someone who has so much shit talked about him, damn does he look good.
you spend the next 5minutes telling jeonghan about how you know haein, the matching hoodies and why you were leaving the store at her shift time.
“she had a meeting with a club? she's not in any clubs?"
"I don't know I don't interrogate your sister"
“maybe you can” he hands his phone out and you give him a confused look
“put your number in, I'll ask you for sister updates. you can be my spy”
“that's creepy”
“I'm just concerned for her”
“still creepy”
“okay how about you give me your number because I think you're pretty”
you're so glad the street has barely any lights or he would've seen you red as a tomato right now. you quietly take his phone and put your number in, no further words needed.
jeonghan smiles at you and saves your number.
“I'll go meet haein now but I'll text you, you have good taste” and he walks away laughing. you stand there confused. what does he mean by good taste??
you start to walk home when it hits you. he pointed at your bag. a bag with a one direction badge on it that you put on when you were 12 and forgot about it.
“definitely a menace.”
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a/n - I'm still on hiatus but I wrote this at 4am when I was sad and needed something to do sorry if it's not my best work :/
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sluttywoozi · 1 year
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V. State Of Grace
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Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.3k
Warnings: male masturbation, alcohol mention, marriage kink (mainly outside of the bedroom), oral f. rec.
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Jeonghan tests his limbs, finding them all awake and only slightly sore as he starts to wiggle out from beneath you. He’s not sure how long it’s been, the alarm clock on his side of the bed unplugged, but he does know it’s been at least ten minutes since you fell asleep. He’d waited to see if the situation would resolve itself but, unfortunately, he’s still fucking hard. 
He’s not upset with himself, because who wouldn’t get turned on after two hours of making out with you, but it is rather annoying. Jeonghan really just wants to go to sleep but now he has to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off with shitty hotel lotion while desperately hoping he doesn’t wake you up. At least he gets to think about you guilt free. 
This will be the third time he’s jerked off with you on his mind. The first happened after you’d gotten to know each other but before you got close. There was a group beach day and once he saw what your clothes were hiding, he knew he was in trouble. He didn’t feel too bad about that one, just a little regret about getting off to the thought of someone he’d like to call a friend.  
The second was tinged with shame, frantic and fast and messy, and he’d had to return to you and hope that you had no idea what he was doing. It was at one of your Best Friends Sleepovers and, embarrassingly enough, he got hard because you let him rest his head on your thighs. In his defense, you were wearing shorts and you’d showered earlier so you were all soft and you smelled so good and your thighs were so plush under his cheek. He couldn’t help the way his thoughts strayed to how they would feel around his head instead. Pressing up against his cheeks and ears, holding him against you, muting his hearing so all his other senses are focused only on you. 
He can feel his dick throb in his boxers as he starts to picture it again, his hand sliding down his stomach and slipping underneath the elastic band to loosely wrap around his cock. He’s hoping that soon he won’t have to imagine, though he’ll wait as long as you need, especially after how long he’s kept you waiting for him. 
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Jeonghan lets out a relieved sigh when he emerges from the bathroom to find you sleeping soundly.  He wiggles his way beneath your body, pulling your arm back to its place on his chest and brushing his thumb over your brow. He really must have worn you out tonight, but he just couldn’t help it. You unlocked something in him, the part he’d always kept packed up in a box and shoved in the back of his mind. The part that knew he could love you better than any of the people who wasted your time did. That part made him eager to prove himself, eager to show you exactly how he feels in the ways he knows best, though he only used one method last night. He’s got lots of ideas if you need a little more help believing him. 
His head swims with images of you as he drifts off, real and imaginary blending together to form what feels like flashbulb memories. You, waking him up with kisses. You, moving the last box from your apartment into his. You, flashing your engagement ring at some loser trying to flirt with you. You, walking down the aisle to him, a vision in white. He wants it all and with his last conscious thought, sends out into the universe a wish that his dreams will become reality. 
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It’s a gorgeous day, and you’ve decided to spend most of it at the beach. 
Jeonghan smears more sunscreen onto your back, the hot sun beating down and soaking into his skin as he lets his hands wander more than strictly necessary. It’s a luxury he can afford now, and the way you giggle when he slides his arms around you and pulls you into his chest only makes him feel richer. He’s been touchy with you all morning, holding your hand and cupping your cheek and pinching any part of you he can reach, but you don’t seem too bothered. In fact, you seem freer than he’s ever seen you, and it occurs to him that maybe the distance wasn’t because of something he’d done but because of your feelings for him. He still wishes you’d talked to him, but he can’t blame you for freaking out and pushing him away, not when he knows you have a tendency to ignore problems until they solve themselves or get so bad you have to deal with them.  
This doesn’t fit neatly into either category but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Jeonghan knows you’re in love with him and you know Jeonghan is in love with you. He’d expected the dynamic to shift but it’s the same, if only more affectionate and flirtatious, and he can’t wait to see how your relationship develops now. He’s already gotten used to touching you more, obviously, but he wouldn’t mind getting used to kissing you, too. 
He starts by turning you in his arms to lean in and plant one on you, the sweet little gasp you let out music to his ears. He’s lucky you’re fake honeymooning in a country known for romance or his fast-growing penchant for kissing you might get him in trouble. 
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It turns out his fast-growing penchant for kissing you has gotten him into trouble. Previously, he was able to walk down the street or eat gelato or sip wine without feeling the desire to press his lips to yours. Now, it’s all he can think about, all he wants to do. He wants to start every morning and end every night with a kiss, wants getting your mouth on his to be his new hobby, wants your lips to be the last pair his ever touch. 
It’s very distracting, you’re very distracting, and he really is in trouble because this is the third time today he’s zoned out staring at your mouth while you talk. He should be listening to your words but instead he’s taking in the movement of your lips, the way they form around letters, letters that combine to make his name, and fuck, he loves how you say his name. Except this time it’s followed by a frown, and he doesn’t love that. 
“Jeonghan? I’m not even going to ask if you’re listening because there’s no point, but I will remind you that you have to sleep next to me and I have very sharp elbows. Who knows where they could dig in the night? 
“Baby, I love every part of you, even your insanely sharp elbows. Any bruises from them are just evidence that I get to share a bed with you,” Jeonghan attempts to sweet talk you. He can tell it’s almost working, but any cheesier and it might backfire on him so he’ll stand down for now. 
Thankfully, you decide to forgive him and the day continues without any more transgressions or threats of elbows in the cover of darkness. You’d had more than enough sun at the beach and more than a wise amount of pasta at lunch, so you’ve decided to spend some time sipping cappuccinos in the piazza. It makes for amazing people watching, and Jeonghan can’t help but notice an elderly couple milling about, bickering in fast Italian as they peruse the market. Their tones are sharp but filled with begrudging affection, and it’s easy to tell how in love they are. He wonders how long they’ve been together, who confessed to who, or if they just knew somehow. He always wonders these things when he sees couples, but it means even more to him now that he has you. He hopes that one day, you and him will grow old and gray together and become the type of couple he wonders about. 
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He’s back to staring at your lips over dinner, not that you notice. You’re too busy looking at the bit of chest exposed by the four buttons he’d purposefully left undone, which definitely was not his plan at all, not even a little.
Okay, maybe it was, but he can’t be blamed if it’s effective! You’re just as susceptible to him as he is to you, and he’s honestly grateful because you’d be far too powerful otherwise. You already have near complete control over him, not that you know it, so he really can’t afford not to use his one advantage - his body. And use it he will, he thinks as he frees one more button when you turn your head. Maybe this will convince you to let him get all three of the desserts he’s got his eye on. 
It at least helps him plead his case for the sixty euro bottle of red rather than the forty, and he thanks you with a lusty wink from across the table, his shirt gaping open at the neck and his collarbones glistening in the setting sun. He can see it all in the reflection of your sunglasses, wishes he could see your eyes instead but understands the necessity with the heat soaking into his dark hair. He loves eating outside, feeling the breeze and catching little bits of conversations as people wander about, but he is starting to get tired of just how hot Italy gets during this time of year. 
He never wants to leave though, wants to stay here in this handmade heaven with you, where none of your friends are curious about why now and none of your parents are asking when they can expect to become grandparents and nobody is asking when he’ll put a ring on that finger because he already has. Maybe that’s the main reason he doesn’t want to leave, he doesn’t want to return to a reality where you’re not his wife and he’s not your husband. It’s easily rectified, but the difficult part will come in convincing you. He knows he’s got you with the shirt, but proposing marriage is a bit more serious than trying for a more expensive bottle of wine. 
Either way, he’s willing to give it a shot. 
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The walk back to the hotel is rife with tension. The cobblestone streets are still sunwarm even as businesses slowly shut their doors, and though the piazza is vibrant with citizens, it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. 
It feels just like it did last night, heated and magnetic, your bodies drawing closer together with each step forward. Soon enough, he’s got his arm slung low around your waist and your gaze caught on him like he’d hung the moon just for you. Now, he knows that he would, knows he’d climb up into the sky and pluck however many stars you wanted, all you’d have to do is ask. 
You never would, you’re far too selfless of a person to covet a source of beauty just for yourself, which Jeonghan is thankful for because he’s far too lazy to figure out how to get into space. He would, however, devote the rest of his life to studying teleportation if it meant he could get you back to the hotel faster. The anticipation is burning him up inside, searing his throat and flooding down into his stomach, scorching all of his edges like wildfire, and fuck, is he getting hard?
He’s totally getting hard, and there’s still at least five minutes left of this walk. Releasing your waist, he untucks his shirt and loosens a couple buttons on either end so the flowing fabric can cover any rising embarrassment. It’s simultaneously infuriating and the hottest thing on the planet that you can undo him like this. 
The situation only gets worse when you cross the lobby together to calls of, “Buona sera, Signora e Signore Yoon!”
Hearing other people call you by his name does something to him, something that makes him grab your hand and make a beeline for the elevators, something that makes him smash the door close button even as another couple approaches, something that makes him turn and back you into the corner of the elevator, his hands on your hips and his lips centimeters from yours. 
“Is this okay?” Jeonghan whispers, gravitating closer and closer to you as your eyes slip shut. You breathe, “Yes,” into his lips and he’s gone, pressing his mouth to yours in a kiss so deep it’s like he’s trying to swallow you whole. He supposes he is, wants to drink you up and dress you down and spread you out, and the ding of the elevator reminds him he can do none of those things until he’s got you in the room. He’s speed walking through the doors before they even fully open, tugging you along behind him and bouncing impatiently on his toes as he digs through his pocket for the room key. 
The lock turns with a click and Jeonghan all but shoves you over the threshold, backing you further and further into the suite until your knees hit the sofa. You collapse down onto the cushions and he follows you, climbing up to hover above you on his hands and knees. His hair brushes your forehead and he knows you can see all the way down his shirt, but he likes it. Loves it, really. Being this close to you. 
“Let me go down on you?” He asks (begs) in between kisses, not breaking from your lips long enough for you to give him an answer. You nod instead when it’s evident he won’t let up, shivers running down his back when you sink your fingers into his hair and pull him away from you by the handful. He’s about to whine but he figures out it’s just so you can suck some marks into his neck, and Jeonghan certainly isn’t going to complain about you wanting to leave something of yourself behind on him. 
He does have to stop you when he gets too hard to think clearly, his head spinning and his hands shaking as he gently pushes you back into the couch. He doesn’t want to get his shirt all messy so he hauls it over his head, just enough of the buttons undone to let him yank it off. Your hands rise immediately to lay on his stomach, the hidden ridges of his abs flexing under your palms before he takes both of your wrists in hand and presses them above your head. 
“Keep those there, yeah?” Jeonghan requests, his mouth open and his eyebrow quirked as he nearly pants the words out. He’s not used to doing this much physical activity but he’s ready to get used to it with you, even if the journey is a little embarrassing. Thankfully, he doesn’t think you notice his heavy breathing, focused as you are on the faint trail of hair that leads from his belly button into his trousers. 
He makes a show of unbuttoning them, reaching inside and giving himself a quick tug before dropping onto his elbows to kiss his way down your neck. You wiggle out of your dress and bra, suddenly exposing so much of your skin, and Jeonghan can’t choke back the moan that arises when he finally gets his mouth on you. You taste exquisite, so sweet with just the barest hint of saltiness from the sea, and the feeling of you is even better. You’re blissfully soft under his hands, goosebumps following his fingertips and his tongue following them, and he knows he’ll never get enough of you. He’ll be happy to die trying though, he thinks as he lavs his tongue over your nipple and watches your flesh pebble, even the smallest of your reactions fascinating to him. 
He wants to cover every square inch of your torso in kisses but he’s getting a bit impatient so he works his lips down your stomach and looks up when he hits the barrier of your underwear. “Off, take them off,” you whisper when he doesn’t say anything, groaning and pushing at them when he doesn’t do anything either. He giggles, squeezing your wrists and returning them to their place above your head before pulling your panties down and pushing your thighs apart. He has to lie down when he sees you for the first time, has to rest his head against your plush thigh and just take you in, his brain muddled and his tongue almost itching to taste you. 
There’s no reason for him to wait, so he doesn’t. He dives in, licking your folds apart and guiding your wetness from your entrance up to your clit so he can get a better glide going. He fucking loves this already, loves the noises coming from your mouth and your pussy, loves the taste of you on his lips and the feel of you under his tongue, loves the way you can’t seem to stay still, your hips bucking and rolling until he belts his arms over you. He wants you to move but not so much he can’t get at you like he wants, like he needs. Holding you down seems to make you wetter too, so it’s a win-win situation. 
You’re so slippery, it’s easy for him to wind his tongue in circles around your clit and start to build you up. This may be the first time he’s been with you like this but it doesn’t feel like it, it feels like he knows you inside and out, like he could pull you apart with a twist of his fingers, and maybe he could but he’ll stick to his tongue for now. It’s like a little challenge, and Jeonghan wouldn’t be Jeonghan if he didn’t make everything a game. 
At least in this one, there won’t be a loser. You’ll get to cum and Jeonghan will get to make you cum, and he can always use his fingers if you want to go again, so this is one of the rare times everyone wins. He’s definitely winning, his tongue swirling around your clit and his chin growing wet with you. You’re getting closer and closer, your whines and moans melting into each other until they become one continuous sound, broken up only by your gasps for breath. Your thighs twitch against his cheeks and his mind flashes back to last night, to all those nights ago when he’d thought about exactly this, and suddenly, he needs your hands on him. 
“Changed my mind, baby, touch me,” Jeonghan exhales into you, stopping the movements of his mouth until your fingers sink into his hair and he can breathe again. He sucks your clit between his lips and shakes his head, the noises obscene but hot as all fuck as he licks and nibbles you into an orgasm. He wishes he could bottle up your sounds and your slick, but he can keep neither so he just soaks in your moans and laps up your wetness for as long as he can. Eventually, you curl up and push him away, heaving a sigh and letting your damp lashes flutter closed as he presses a kiss to your belly and helps you hobble to the bedroom. 
He’s still hard but that can wait until you’re all settled in with a glass of water and the most essential components of your skincare routine. Maybe this time, it'll go away.
(It doesn't)
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chanswifey · 10 months
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Seventeen as your boyfriend | Jeonghan
mean™
Don't get me wrong, he's completely in love with you, it's just that his love language includes being a bit annoying
If he doesn't try to annoy you at least once a day assume he's sick or got abducted and replaced with a clone
Apologies are usually in the form of a warm meal or a cuddle session before sleep
He also likes to treat you by giving you gifts, you don't know but he has definitely stalked your wishlist once or twice to try to surprise you (and make sure you forgive him)
He's addicted to gossiping with you, he knows all the office tea and your coworker's names even though he has never met any of them
Some nights you get home to him holding an actual tea mug and signaling the seat next to him
"You will not believe what happened today at work", you say dropping your stuff by the entrance door.
"Tell me everything, honey", he answers handing you your own tea mug.
On date nights he likes to take you on walks in the park to look at the stars, he loves to hear you talk about the things you love, even if it's just some tv show you recently found
You guys used to do game nights but those are forbidden now because he kept cheating so much and when you managed to win once he tried to accuse you of cheating... the nerve 🙄
This guy finds a way to cheat on games you would not even think possible, he's an actual mastermind
He takes really good care of you, doesn't matter how busy he is, always worrying about your sleep and if you have been eating
He's also the type to do things just because you are into them, he ends up enjoying it too but won't admit to it
Like doing skincare routines, never seen a guy fall asleep so fast as when you are applying cream on his face
He will literally search for new face masks to try with you then whine the whole time you are putting it on his face
You are the only person allowed to braid his hair other than his hair stylist, he loves when you play with his hair and even takes pictures to brag to the members about how good you are at it
He LOVES to take unflattering pics of you, LOVES!!!! And he WILL use all of them on your birthday post
He will get on your nerves so bad sometimes but with a face like that you can't really stay mad at him, can you?
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author's note: this one was easier to do than I thought it would be tbh, I hope you guys like it. About the next post, I will try to do it tomorrow but if I don't it will be posted on Sunday. I have to take my precious angel of a dog to the vet on Saturday and I have no idea how long it will take. Anyways let me know if you guys like this one and remember to like and reblog to help me, love yall 💗
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hanggarae · 5 months
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PROMOTION- CEO! JEONGHAN X READER
enemies to lovers series masterlist (quick everyone act surprised!), jeonghan is an asshole for most of it, office worker -> personal assistant reader, slowburn kind of, suggestive scenes but no smut, angst, fluff
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MONSTER - I’M CREEPING IN YOUR HEART BABE
your new ceo getting on your nerves the first day you meet him
GROWL - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME TOO ?
your ceo has made a point of making your life a living hell and you aren’t sure how long you can keep up with it
OVERDOSE - THE ONLY THING I WANT IS HER LOVE
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thedensworld · 3 months
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What A Revenge | Y.Jh
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Pairing: Jeonghan x reader
Genre: revenge AU, marriage contract AU, triangle love ft. seungcheol
Summary: After an unexpected rendezvous after a one night stand, Jeonghan asked Mingyu to set him up with you. However you had a different situation and it's getting complicated.
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"I'm going to get married,"
Jeonghan's words hung in the air, seemingly simple to himself, but the impact on his family was profound. His grandfather, the current president of the company, raised a stern brow, his expression betraying both surprise and concern. Seungcheol, his cousin, mirrored the disbelief, and even Jeonghan's parents scowled, their skepticism evident.
Caught off guard, Jeonghan's father coughed, attempting to redirect the conversation and attribute his son's statement to impulsive behavior. "He's joking, he might mean the merger that happened last—"
Jeonghan interrupted with unwavering determination, "No, I'm very serious. I'm going to get married in two months." The room fell into an uneasy silence as the weight of his announcement settled among the stunned family members.
Seungcheol nodded and carefully set down his utensils, his gaze fixed on Jeonghan. "Great news. Do we know that 'lucky' woman?" he asked, purposefully emphasizing the word 'lucky,' injecting a subtle pressure into the question. Jeonghan, however, remained oblivious to the underlying tone.
Responding with a genuine smile, Jeonghan said, "I don't think you know her, but she's an incredible person." Despite the sincerity in his words, uncertainty lingered in the air, as Jeonghan pondered the hidden implications behind Seungcheol's inquiry.
Seungcheol's father chimed in, attempting to cloak his words in a compliment, "It's really amazing if you want to marry her as soon as possible, Jeonghan." Yet, a trace of sarcasm tainted his tone, leaving Jeonghan to navigate the subtle complexities of the conversation. Unbeknownst to Seungcheol's father, Jeonghan saw through the facade, recognizing the bait successfully laid out before him. As the tension simmered, a storm of emotions churned within the room, each character concealing their true intentions beneath a veneer of polite conversation.
The grandfather, who had been an attentive observer throughout the conversation, cleared his throat and offered a proposition, "If you're being serious, you should introduce her to us. How about next week? Let's have a dinner with her here on Saturday night."
As Jeonghan exited his grandfather's house, a forced smile adorned his face. His parents confronted him after the dinner, their scolding fueled by a deep understanding of Jeonghan's tendency to prioritize work over personal relationships.
"Jeonghan, if this is just a card you're about to throw, let's stop whatever game you're planning on," his father cautioned before getting into the car. With a chuckle, Jeonghan responded, "It's just a small card for a start," his words carrying a hint of mystery as he watched his parents drive away. The air was thick with unspoken tension, leaving Jeonghan to navigate the intricate web of expectations and his own carefully crafted plans.
"Jeonghan, congratulations on finding the one," Seungcheol remarked, hands casually tucked into his pockets as he extended one for a handshake.
"Thanks," Jeonghan replied with a measured tone, accepting the handshake with a nod. Seungcheol positioned himself beside Jeonghan, a subtle quizzical expression on his face as he recalled, "Wasn't it just last year you told me that you won't get married?" Seungcheol reminisced about the conversation they had on Jeonghan's birthday, a stark reminder of the swift turns life can take.
Jeonghan nodded, his gaze lingering on some distant thought. "Yeah..."
A pregnant pause hung in the air as he reflected, "But this year is different."
"You know how marriage changes things, right?" Jeonghan redirected his gaze towards Seungcheol, inviting him into a conversation that seemed to be skirting the edges of unspoken dynamics.
"Marriage used to make your father a part of our family," Jeonghan continued, his words introducing an unexpected element into the discussion. Seungcheol's brows furrowed, the mention of his father injecting a note of discomfort.
"Marriage also used to elevate my father to today's position," Jeonghan added, drawing attention to his own family's success within the company. The complexity of intertwining relationships and power dynamics became apparent, leaving an unspoken tension in the room.
Jeonghan paused, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Marriage might also secure your position, into mine."
Seungcheol tilted his head, an unmistakable anger beginning to crawl across his face. Jeonghan, seemingly unfazed, patted his shoulder, delivering a cryptic message. "I have to go, Seungcheol," he announced, leaving behind a whirlwind of implications, leaving Seungcheol to grapple with the unexpected turn of events.
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"Why was I informed this morning that you're going to get married?" Joshua's voice sliced through the air as he welcomed Jeonghan into his office, nearly sending Jeonghan into a heart attack as he crossed the threshold.
"That is true," Jeonghan replied calmly, though his heart raced with the unexpected confrontation. He settled into a chair, ready to dive into the day's tasks, but Joshua's demeanor gave him pause.
Joshua's brow furrowed into a scowl as he rolled his eyes, the tension palpable in the room. "Who are you going to marry?" he demanded, his tone tinged with disbelief and perhaps a hint of jealousy.
Jeonghan straightened in his seat, his expression serene despite the growing unease. "Ji Y/n. Do you know her?" he asked casually, attempting to diffuse the tension with a light tone.
Lee Jihoon, sensing the tension in the room, entered with two coffees and two sandwiches, silently offering a brief moment of distraction. But the tension lingered, thickening the air between the two men as they waited for Joshua's response.
"Here's for you, Mr. Hong," Jihoon said, setting down the extra coffee with practiced ease. Jeonghan couldn't help but marvel at Jihoon's efficiency, though he refrained from asking about the extra item, knowing Jihoon's reliability all too well.
"What's in my plate today, Jihoon?" Joshua inquired, his voice a blend of curiosity and authority.
Jihoon wasted no time in retrieving his boss's schedule. "You have a monthly meeting with the accounting and marketing departments at 9. After lunch, you have to attend the parents' semester meeting at Mingyu's school."
Jeonghan's smile widened at the mention of Mingyu's school, anticipation bubbling within him. He couldn't wait to see you there.
"Jihoon, did you know your boss is dating someone? He's going to get married in March," Joshua interjected casually, eager to share the surprising news with his loyal secretary.
"M-married? I-i never heard about that... Would you like me to put it into your schedule, Mr. Yoon?" Jihoon stammered, clearly taken aback by the bombshell revelation.
Joshua chuckled at Jihoon's shocked response, finding amusement in Jeonghan's apparent secrecy. He couldn't help but wonder if the information he received from his own secretary, Myungho, was indeed accurate. After all, Myungho had been informed by Moon Junhui, the main secretary of the vice president and Jeonghan's father.
"You can go, Jihoon. We'll discuss my schedule tomorrow," Jeonghan dismissed, taking a sip of his coffee before rising from his seat and approaching Joshua, who was lounging on the couch with an air of amusement.
"News spreads quicker than I thought," Jeonghan remarked, a hint of resignation in his tone. "And yes, I'm getting married in March."
"Who's Ji Y/n? Do I know her? Is she a celebrity?" Joshua inquired, his curiosity piqued by the mention of the mysterious fiancée.
Jeonghan shook his head, a wistful expression crossing his features. "She's just someone I've met two or three times. But she's the perfect match to be the wife of my grandfather's company vice president."
Joshua raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and skepticism evident on his face. "And here I thought you were giving up already... What's with the sudden passion to gain the title again?"
Jeonghan shrugged, his gaze distant as he recalled the events of the previous night's family dinner. "Playing games with Seungcheol is just too fun. I was just getting started, Josh. But it seems like everyone around him is already feeling the pressure."
Joshua regarded him with a mix of concern and understanding. "You do realize that whatever you're doing to Seungcheol now is pretty childish, right? You two were best friends and cousins."
A heavy silence settled between them, pregnant with unspoken truths and unresolved emotions. Jeonghan let out a deep sigh, grappling with the urge to reveal the true extent of Seungcheol's betrayal, the way he had callously discarded their friendship in pursuit of personal gain.
"Yeah, it was childish. But who cares?" Jeonghan's words hung in the air, tinged with bitterness and a hint of resignation, signaling the depth of his disillusionment with the situation.
*
You closed your eyes and let out a heavy breath as you sat on the toilet, the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders. Thoughts of surviving until the next lesson and enduring the upcoming parents' meeting only added to your weariness. The morning had started with a call from the principal, informing you of a scandalous rumor circulating about you.
The rumor had spread like wildfire, fueled by a post in the school community depicting you with a man, entering a hotel together. The caption, scandalous and defamatory, branded you as a promiscuous teacher who slept around with men. The principal's warning echoed in your mind, the threat of potential expulsion looming over you like a dark cloud.
Your hands found their way to your face, as if trying to physically dispel the exhaustion and frustration building within you. You had zero energy left to address the rumor, overwhelmed by the weight of everything on your plate. And no one seemed to care. Other teachers openly mocked you, discussing the false rumors in front of you as if you were invisible. You had no illusions that the students would act any differently; they seemed to thrive on the scandal, eagerly spreading and embellishing the gossip as if it were gospel truth. It was a lonely and disheartening realization, one that left you feeling isolated and helpless in the face of malicious rumors and indifference.
"Being a teacher is hard, we get paid less too. Sleeping around and getting paid after was easier. No wonder she would do that," you heard someone comment as they entered the room.
"But isn't she taken? She was engaged," another voice interjected, prompting another heavy sigh from you.
"What do you mean engaged? They broke off the engagement two years ago. I guess this must be the reason behind it. I can't believe Ms. Ji would do such a thing," another voice chimed in, the words cutting through you like a knife.
With a resolve born out of frustration and indignation, you stood and opened the door, confronting the group of gossiping teachers who stood in front of the mirror. They were momentarily stunned by your presence, their mouths tightening in discomfort before one of them coughed awkwardly.
"Is the rumor true, Ms. Ji?" one of them finally dared to ask, their eyes darting nervously between you and their companions.
You forced a smile, though it felt like a mask slipping over the turmoil brewing inside you. "We're in school. I don't think it's a proper topic for conversation," you replied evenly, your voice betraying none of the hurt and anger swirling within you.
The teachers exchanged knowing glances before one of them spoke up again, their words dripping with disdain. "Then be a proper teacher first. Not the one who sleeps around and gets caught."
The accusation hung in the air like a poison, the weight of their judgment heavy on your shoulders as you stood there, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the face of their gossip. It was a bitter reminder of the harsh reality of navigating the treacherous waters of rumor and reputation as a teacher, where even the slightest whisper of scandal could tarnish your name irreparably.
Without giving much thought to the gossiping teachers, you exited the restroom and made your way to your office. Your next lesson awaited, and you refused to let the venomous words of your colleagues ruin your mood.
Upon entering the classroom, your eyes immediately found Mingyu. A pang of guilt stabbed at your heart as you remembered the photos of you and his uncle entering the hotel, a revelation that still unsettled you. You tried to push aside the distraction, focusing instead on the task at hand.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the class ahead, and began by greeting the students. As expected, the atmosphere was cold and indifferent, the once respectful and attentive students now treating you with disdain and disregard. It was a stark contrast to the camaraderie and engagement you had previously enjoyed in your classroom, and it cut deeply.
Exhaling another heavy sigh, you couldn't help but wonder what sin you had committed to deserve such treatment. Whoever had posted those photos and spread the malicious rumors must have harbored a deep-seated hatred towards you. The thought gnawed at your conscience, leaving you feeling isolated and misunderstood. Despite your efforts to remain composed, the weight of the situation bore down on you, casting a shadow over what should have been a normal day of teaching.
"As you already knew, Korean culture has influenced a lot by—" your words were abruptly interrupted by the harsh creak of the door swinging open. Startled, you shifted your gaze from your students to the source of the distraction, and there stood a familiar figure, her presence commanding the room's attention. She was one of your students' guardians.
Slap.
A collective gasp filled the room as the palm of her hand collided with your cheek. A tingling sensation spread across your skin, leaving a trail of discomfort in its wake. You could feel the heat rising to your face, and you knew there would be a red mark left behind.
Unable to find your voice amidst the shock, you remained silent, but the tension in the room was palpable. Amidst the chaos, a hushed whisper broke the silence as one of your students stood from her seat and muttered, "Mom..."
"How dare you, an inappropriate teacher, teach my daughter! You're nothing but a slut who sleeps around," the guardian accused, her words dripping with disdain and contempt.
The weight of her accusation hit you like a ton of bricks, and a mix of emotions swirled within you – shock, disbelief, and a profound sense of injustice. It was a moment that would linger in your memory, forever etched as a painful reminder of the challenges you faced as a teacher, and the harsh judgments you endured from those who were quick to condemn without understanding.
Her voice reverberated loudly enough that nearby teachers from neighboring classrooms began to intervene. You stood there, feeling like an idiot for failing to protect yourself from those rumors and remaining silent about them. Your pride as a teacher crumbled, leaving you feeling vulnerable and incompetent as you struggled to explain the situation.
A fellow teacher stepped forward and gently took your arm, guiding you out of the classroom to avoid further disruption to the students' studies. Mr. Lee, with a reassuring smile, assured you that he would take care of your class and that you didn't need to worry.
Now, standing in the principal's office, you felt a sense of unease settle over you as the woman who had slapped you and Mr. Park, the principal himself, sat on the couch. You found it difficult to articulate the truth when they asked you about the rumors. Explaining the reality of the situation felt impossible, as it would only lend credence to the false accusations of promiscuity.
"So, is the rumor true?" the woman demanded, her tone accusatory.
You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper as you replied, "It's not true, ma'am."
"Then explain the pictures," Mr. Park pressed, his expression stern.
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on you. How could you possibly explain the truth without incriminating yourself further? The mere mention of the photos filled you with dread, knowing that they only served to further tarnish your reputation and cast doubt on your integrity.
You winced as Mrs. Jung's voice rang out, her words hitting you like a physical blow. Your legs threatened to give out beneath you as she mentioned the possibility of being fired, and the thought of her daughter being taught by someone like you filled you with a sense of dread and shame.
She didn't stop there, escalating her threats by invoking her husband's position at Nevitech, leveraging it to expedite the process of your dismissal. The mention of a meeting with the school foundation's board sent a chill down your spine, knowing that your fate hung precariously in the balance.
Before Mr. Park could respond, the door swung open, revealing someone of great importance to him. Both Mr. Park and Mrs. Jung immediately rose to their feet as the person they had mentioned earlier entered the principal's office – none other than the Chairman himself.
You dared not meet his gaze, fully aware of who he was and the reason for his unexpected visit before the scheduled meeting later in the afternoon.
"I was going to visit before the parents meeting, but I heard that we have some not very nice rumors surrounding," Choi Seungcheol, the Chairman, stated as he entered the room, declining Mr. Park's handshake in favor of approaching you directly.
With gentle concern in his voice, he held your shoulders and guided you to sit on one of the sofas. "Are you okay? You should sit," he said softly, his comforting gesture a stark contrast to the hostility that had filled the room moments before.
Mr. Park seemed taken aback by how Seungcheol treated you. "Mr. Choi, it's very nice to see you, but... Do you know Ms. Ji?"
Seungcheol nodded before he settled himself beside you, his gaze drifting over your demeanor. He couldn't help but notice the faint red stain on your cheek, a stark reminder of the recent altercation. His secretary had driven like a madman to get here upon hearing your name mentioned in connection with the troubling rumors at the school. Seungcheol was one of the few people who knew just how passionate you were about teaching.
"She's... a friend," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he glanced at Mr. Park. "However, I overheard someone mentioning a board meeting. Mr. Lee, am I available in the near future?"
"I am afraid you are, sir," Mr. Lee, Seungcheol's secretary, replied promptly.
Seungcheol smiled at Mrs. Jung and Mr. Park, though the warmth didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm really disappointed by how you've failed to protect one of your staff, Mr. Park. I thought you were better at handling this kind of situation."
Mr. Park's expression immediately turned contrite as he bowed in apology. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Choi."
"And your husband's name, Ma'am?" Seungcheol's tone was firm, his disappointment evident. "I can't believe that someone in my company would use his position to target the vulnerable."
Following Mr. Park's lead, Mrs. Jung also bowed in apology for causing a scene and invoking her husband's position. "I acted recklessly, Mr. Choi."
Seungcheol shook his head, his gaze turning towards you. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. Ms. Ji is. I've known her long enough to realize she's a potential teacher with a lot of ambition. She's denied the rumors, and it's Mr. Park's responsibility to find out who's behind them."
Mr. Park bowed once again, his determination evident. "Yes, I'll find the culprit immediately, sir."
As the tension in the room began to ease slightly, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you.
*
Seungcheol settled beside you on the school park bench mere minutes after you both stepped out of the principal's office. He handed you a cold water bottle and gently urged you to press it against your stinging cheek. Your eyes couldn't help but notice the gleam of an engagement ring still adorning his finger, a painful feeling hit you like a truck.
"I'm sorry for what happened," he mumbled softly, his gaze lingering on your face.
You nodded in acknowledgment of his words, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. The humiliation of the recent events weighed heavily on you, and you felt a sense of shame that made it impossible to look anyone in the eye. Your pride had been shattered, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Seungcheol's presence beside you offered a small measure of comfort, but it also served as a painful reminder of what could never be. The gap between you felt insurmountable, a chasm of misunderstanding and regret that seemed impossible to bridge. As you sat there in silence, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over any hope of resolution or reconciliation.
"It's been a long time, and meeting you again like this... I'm glad, I honestly really am," he said, offering a gentle smile.
"How do you know?" You asked, turning your head to face him. This time, your eyes met for the first time since two years ago, when he broke off the engagement and left you in the apartment, shattered and alone. The memories flooded back – the exact moment, the chilling air, the crushing weight of heartbreak. And as you looked into his eyes now, it felt like your heart was breaking all over again.
"Seokmin told me about the rumors, and his brother updates him on what's happening in this school," he explained. "They're really great siblings, even though they don't look alike at all."
You found yourself contemplating Lee Seokmin and Lee Chan, the PE teacher. Despite the turmoil, you made a mental note to treat Mr. Lee to a nice meal once everything had settled.
"Thanks," you said softly, leaning back against the bench. The weight of the day's events pressed heavily upon you, but Seungcheol's presence offered a glimmer of solace amidst the chaos. It was a bittersweet reunion, tinged with the ache of unresolved emotions and the lingering sting of past wounds.
Seungcheol looked at you, his expression a mix of bewilderment and uncertainty. He blinked, then chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah..."
"Why?" you asked, curious about his reaction.
"It's just new to me, that you're not mad. I thought you were upset because I helped you earlier," he admitted, shaking his head slightly.
You managed a faint smile at his confession. "But, it's nothing. You're a friend to me."
Friend. The word echoed in your mind, stirring up a mix of emotions you tried to suppress. You nodded along with his words, though each one stung a little.
"Ji Y/n..."
You looked up to see Yoon Jeonghan breathlessly running toward you, suddenly enveloping you in his embrace. "Are you alright, honey?"
You winced at the pet name Jeonghan called you, feeling a twinge of discomfort at the familiarity. Seungcheol, on the other hand, remained stone cold as he observed his cousin immediately pull you into a tight hug. It all clicked into place for Seungcheol when he noticed Jeonghan scrutinizing you, his hands gently caressing your cheeks. The realization dawned on him as he connected the dots between the guy in the photo with you and Jeonghan.
Taking a step back, Seungcheol watched in silence as Jeonghan continued to dote on you, his demeanor strikingly different from his usual self. He couldn't help but notice how your face flushed in Jeonghan's presence, a stark contrast to the lack of reaction when you were with him earlier. The sight tugged at Seungcheol's heart, igniting a pang of jealousy that he struggled to suppress.
As he glanced down at his engagement ring, a reminder of his enduring love for you, Seungcheol felt a heaviness settle in his chest. Despite his efforts to keep his emotions in check, he couldn't deny the ache of longing that gnawed at him.
Exhaling a heavy sigh, Seungcheol met Jeonghan's gaze, realizing that his cousin had noticed him standing silently behind you all this time. The tension in the air was palpable, each of them silently grappling with their own emotions and desires amidst the tangled web of relationships and unspoken truths.
"Seungcheol, this is Jeonghan, a—”
"Boyfriend," Jeonghan interjected smoothly, completing the sentence in a single beat. Seungcheol hoped his ears were playing tricks on him, but the way Jeonghan's hand rested possessively on your waist confirmed his worst fears.
"We've known each other, honey," Jeonghan added, his tone casual as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Seungcheol couldn't bring himself to focus on the conversation between the couple. His mind was consumed by thoughts of how much you had changed over time, in all the ways that mattered. He couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in your demeanor, the way your smile seemed brighter and your laughter more carefree.
But amidst his admiration, a sense of impending doom loomed over him. He knew he was doomed to leave you, trapped by obligations and expectations that threatened to tear them apart. As he watched you with Jeonghan, the weight of his decision pressed heavily upon him, a burden he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried.
*
Convincing you to marry him was surprisingly easier than Jeonghan had anticipated. After conducting research on you, Jeonghan's people unearthed a few key facts that could sway you in his favor:
1. You were Seungcheol's ex-fiancée.
2. You were currently facing financial instability.
3. Your father required a costly neurological surgery.
Of course, Jeonghan didn't reveal his knowledge of your past relationship with Seungcheol. That was merely a piece of leverage he intended to exploit along the way. However, when he mentioned his willingness to assist with your father's surgery, he noticed a flicker of consideration in your eyes—a promising start.
With the help of Mingyu, Jeonghan arranged a meeting with you to present his proposal. Although you hadn't given him a definitive answer yet, the mere fact that you were considering it was a small victory for Jeonghan. He was impatient to move forward, eager to unveil the next card in his carefully crafted plan—a contractual marriage that would benefit both of you.
In just two years' time, Jeonghan envisioned achieving his goals. He would ensure your needs were met, take responsibility for your father's health, and inch closer to inheriting his grandfather's company, Golden Group. The prospect of success fueled Jeonghan's determination, driving him to push forward with his calculated scheme, even as he grappled with the moral implications of his actions.
"Let's have a check and sue that woman," Jeonghan said as he turned on the car engine, promising to take you home after the incident that had occurred at school.
"Let's do that..." you responded, your voice resolute.
Jeonghan turned his head to you, unable to comprehend the meaning behind your words. "Do wha—"
"Let's get married."
Jeonghan jolted, his foot instinctively pressing on the brake. "You serious?"
You nodded firmly, your determination shining through. "Yeah... When is the wedding going to be held, as you said?"
Jeonghan blinked in astonishment, trying to process the fact that you had accepted his proposal so quickly. He had given you a month to think it over, but it had only been a week, and you were already giving him an answer. Was it related to your meeting with Seungcheol earlier? He made a mental note to ask you about it later; he was curious how Seungcheol had been there before him.
"In two months," he replied, still trying to wrap his head around the sudden turn of events.
You nodded, your gaze unwavering. "You promised to do the things you said on the paper, didn't you?"
A smirk tugged at the corners of Jeonghan's lips as he raised an eyebrow. "Of course, honey."
*
Marriage Contract
This agreement is entered into on March 21st between Yoon Jeonghan, hereinafter referred to as the "First Party," and Ji Y/n, hereinafter referred to as the "Second Party."
Terms and Conditions:
1. Living Arrangements:
- Both parties agree to reside under the same roof, with the option of separate rooms. However, in the event of family visits, both parties are obliged to share the same room.
2. Schedule Adaptation:
- The Second Party shall adapt their schedule to accommodate the needs of the First Party. The Second Party is obligated to accompany the First Party to any events or commitments the First Party has in the future.
3. Public Display of Affection:
- Both parties agree to engage in displays of affection, referred to as "skinship," in public settings.
4. Responsibilities:
- The Second Party agrees to accept all responsibilities, including but not limited to health, wealth, and familial matters, under the guidance and direction of the First Party.
5. Monogamy:
- Both parties agree to maintain a monogamous relationship and refrain from engaging in any form of open relationship or extramarital affairs.
6. Intimacy:
- Intimate activities between the parties shall be conducted with mutual consent.
Term and Termination:
This Contract shall remain in effect indefinitely unless terminated by mutual agreement or as provided by law.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the parties hereto have executed this Contract as of the date first written above.
Yoon Jeonghan
Ji Y/n
*
Jeonghan let out a heavy sigh as he surveyed yet another suit in the store. When he had stepped into the shop, he had a simple mantra in mind: "Let's keep it simple." Little did he know that his own mother would be present, ready to torture him with her choices of suits and gowns for both him and you.
"Oh my goodness, look at you!" His mother's voice cut through the air, drawing Jeonghan's attention away from the report his secretary had sent him. He glanced up to see you standing before him, adorned in the most beautiful bridal gown he had ever seen. While he admittedly had zero knowledge about women's fashion, particularly bridal gowns, there was no denying the breathtaking elegance of the dress. And yet, he couldn't determine if it was the gown itself or simply the way you wore it that made it so captivating.
Lost in his thoughts, Jeonghan didn't realize he had been staring at you until he heard a sob emanate from his mother. He quickly approached her, finding her engulfing you in a tight hug while tears streamed down her cheeks. Confusion flickered in his eyes as he exchanged a questioning look with you, but you mirrored his expression of bewilderment.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you could stain the gown with your tears and makeup," the staff said gently, causing Jeonghan's mother to pull away from you, wiping her tears away with trembling hands. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and longing as she looked at him. "It reminds me of your sister."
Jeonghan felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he watched his mother struggle to compose herself. He had never seen her so vulnerable before, her emotions laid bare in front of him. The weight of his actions suddenly became all too real to him, realizing that the game he was playing was causing genuine pain to the woman who had always supported him.
As he looked at his mother, her eyes mirroring the grief she still carried for his sister, Jeonghan's heart sank. He knew he couldn't continue down this path, hurting those he loved in the process. It was a sobering moment for him, a realization that there were consequences to his actions beyond the thrill of the game.
Strike one, for the first time he started feel bad playing his own game.
You and Jeonghan spent the time afterward visiting your father in the nursery. His surgery was scheduled after your wedding, and he was visibly excited to hear about your upcoming nuptials. As you approached your father's room, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety fluttered in your chest.
Before Jeonghan could enter the room, you gently placed a hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He looked at you, surprised by the sudden halt, but as he met your gaze, he saw the subtle warning in your eyes. Without uttering a word, you were conveying a message to him, a silent plea to be understanding and patient.
"Whatever he's going to say, and if it's hurting you, he doesn't mean it, okay?" you whispered to Jeonghan, your voice laced with a mixture of concern and affection. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was an undeniable warmth in your tone, a reflection of the deep love you held for your father despite his flaws.
Jeonghan's smile widened, a genuine expression of understanding dawning on his features. In that moment, he realized just how much you cared for your father. However, willing to shield Jeonghan from any potential hurtful words, is it also caring?
"Is it my princess, Y/n?" Your father's voice quivered with affection as he watched you approach, a tender smile gracing his lips. You embraced him dearly, holding onto him as if to capture every precious moment in your heart. Jeonghan stood behind you, observing the intimate moment with quiet patience, his gaze filled with admiration for the bond you shared with your father.
As your father turned his attention to Jeonghan, his expression shifted, surprise evident in his features. "And who is this?" he inquired, curiosity tinged with a hint of suspicion.
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable confrontation. "This is Yoon Jeonghan, my fiancé," you announced, your voice steady despite the internal turmoil.
A flicker of confusion crossed your father's face. "Isn't your fiancé Seungcheol?" he asked, his words cutting through the air like a sharp knife.
You glanced at Jeonghan, a silent apology reflected in your eyes. "What are you talking about, Dad? Seungcheol and I broke up years ago," you explained softly, your voice laced with pain as memories of the past resurfaced, threatening to overwhelm you.
"Why?" Your father's question hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the heartache you had endured. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words to explain.
Sensing your sudden distress, Jeonghan stepped forward, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of turmoil. With a respectful bow, he introduced himself to your father, his voice steady and reassuring. "Nice to meet you, Father. I'm Yoon Jeonghan, your princess's fiancé," he declared with unwavering conviction, his words echoing with sincerity and determination.
Your father nodded in acknowledgment of Jeonghan's words, a flicker of interest sparking in his eyes as he glanced at the chess set laid out on the table. "Y/n said you like playing chess. I was an athlete back in high school," Jeonghan remarked, trying to find common ground with your father.
"Really?" Your father's tone held a hint of intrigue as he considered Jeonghan's offer. "Let's play chess then. It's been a long time since I played with someone younger. I get easily bored every time I play with my wife and my brother," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with anticipation at the prospect of a new opponent.
The drive to your house was quiet, the tension in the air palpable as everyone processed the events of the day. Despite the outward appearance of calm, Jeonghan couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He stole glances at you multiple times, noticing the subtle shifts in your mood and demeanor.
"Your father knows Seungcheol..." Jeonghan mumbled softly, breaking the silence that had settled over them. You hummed in response, a faint furrow forming between your brows as you contemplated his words.
"What's wrong with you and Seungcheol?" Jeonghan's inquiry hung in the air, his voice gentle yet probing.
You let out a weary sigh, the weight of the past weighing heavily on your shoulders. "We just couldn't find it easy to be together," you admitted, your words tinged with a hint of resignation.
Jeonghan sensed that there was more to the story than you were letting on. "Is it his family?" he ventured, his intuition guiding him to a possible source of conflict.
"One of them..." you replied cryptically, your gaze drifting away as memories of past confrontations resurfaced. It was clear to Jeonghan that there were deeper issues at play, hidden beneath the surface of your relationship with Seungcheol.
Nodding in understanding, Jeonghan silently acknowledged the complexities of familial dynamics and the toll they could take on a relationship. Despite the lack of explicit details, he could empathize with your struggles, recognizing that Seungcheol's family could indeed be a source of pain and discord.
"My father's brain function was damaged after a car accident two years ago," you confessed, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. The memory of that tragic day seemed to linger, casting a shadow over the present. "The accident sent my mother and my uncle into death. My father was in a coma for three months before he regained consciousness."
As you spoke, Jeonghan listened intently, his heart aching with empathy for the pain you had endured. The devastation of losing loved ones and witnessing your father's struggle with dementia painted a grim picture of the challenges you faced.
"He has had to undergo multiple surgeries to try and recover from the dementia," you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. "But I can't afford it. His business went bankrupt, and I'm just a teacher."
Jeonghan's heart sank as he absorbed the gravity of your words. The enormity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he felt a surge of guilt wash over him. Here you were, facing insurmountable obstacles, while he had been blissfully unaware of the extent of your struggles.
"You don't have to worry now," Jeonghan promised solemnly, his voice filled with determination. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against you, he was determined to stand by your side and offer whatever support he could muster. Yet, despite his pledge, he couldn't shake the gnawing sense of guilt that settled in the pit of his stomach.
Strike two, he thought to himself, he felt worse.
*
An hour before the wedding vows, Jeonghan was bustling about, greeting guests with a practiced smile plastered on his face. It was a skill he had honed in the days leading up to this momentous occasion. Amidst the sea of well-wishers, he excused himself briefly, informing the parents that he needed to see you for a moment.
Walking briskly to the room where you were seated, Jeonghan's heart skipped a beat as he pushed the door open. To his surprise, he found Seungcheol engaged in conversation with you. Pausing at the threshold, he hesitated, unwilling to intrude on the private moment.
"Your father thought I was the groom," Seungcheol's voice carried a hint of determination, breaking the tense silence that hung in the air.
"Let's not talk about that," you responded softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you stood before him in your wedding dress. The weight of the impending ceremony seemed to hang heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the room as you prepared to walk down the aisle with your father.
Jeonghan stood rooted to the spot, his heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. Despite his efforts to maintain composure, a pang of insecurity gnawed at him as he observed the exchange between you and Seungcheol.
"Your father, he thought I was the groom! What's going on here, Y/n? Tell me!" Seungcheol's voice rose with frustration as he grabbed your arm, his tone demanding answers. Jeonghan, on the verge of intervening, paused at the threshold, uncertain of his next move.
Before he could react, however, he watched in astonishment as you swiftly maneuvered out of Seungcheol's grasp. In a moment of unexpected boldness, you raised your hand and delivered a resounding slap across Seungcheol's face. Jeonghan gasped, instinctively covering his mouth in shock at the sudden turn of events.
"Stop being an asshole and fucking grow up!" you admonished, your voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt. "You left me crumbled that time, and you didn't even reach out to me until two months ago. So stop, Seungcheol. Just stop it!"
The room fell into stunned silence as the weight of your words hung heavy in the air. Jeonghan watched in awe as you stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated or manipulated any longer. In that moment, you were a force to be reckoned with, asserting your independence and reclaiming your power.
Seungcheol recoiled from the force of your slap, his hand instinctively rising to his cheek as he processed your words. There was a flicker of remorse in his eyes, a realization dawning on him as he confronted the consequences of his actions. As the tension in the room lingered, Jeonghan felt a surge of admiration for you, marveling at your strength and resilience in the face of adversity.
"Do you love him?" Seungcheol's question hung in the air, the tension palpable as everyone awaited your response. Jeonghan's heart pinched at the mere thought of your answer, his emotions swirling with a mix of apprehension and longing.
"No," you replied firmly, your voice unwavering despite the weight of the question.
Jeonghan's breath caught in his throat, a pang of hope blossoming in his chest at your words. Yet, even as relief washed over him, he couldn't shake the ache of uncertainty that lingered within him.
"Then why did you choose him?" Seungcheol pressed, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.
Your response was simple yet profound, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Because," you began, your voice steady as you met Seungcheol's gaze, "he never left me."
As the weight of your words settled over the room, Jeonghan felt a surge of emotion welling up within him. Jeonghan's heart swelled with a profound sense of gratitude and determination.
As Seungcheol stepped out of the room, Jeonghan immediately retreated into the shadows, concealing himself until the coast was clear. Then, with a mischievous smirk and a round of applause, he made his grand entrance, acknowledging your earlier stunt with admiration.
"Revenge done, princess?" Jeonghan teased, his tone playful as he approached you.
You let out a heavy sigh, your hand still tingling from the force of the slap you had delivered to Seungcheol moments ago. "It's hurt," you admitted, showing him your reddened palm.
Jeonghan gently took your hand in his, blowing on it softly in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort. "That's the feeling of revenge, babe," he remarked with a smirk. "It's hurt, but satisfying."
Despite the pain in your hand, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed into Jeonghan's eyes. There was a warmth in his touch, a reassurance that you were not alone in this battle. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unwavering support and understanding.
As you shared a lighthearted moment together, a flicker of doubt crossed Jeonghan's mind. Did he ever mention that you were the perfect suitor to be the wife of the Golden Group Vice President?
*
"Can I ask you a favor?" you ventured, your voice hesitant as you sat across from Jeonghan in his office two weeks before the wedding, discussing the contracts that needed to be finalized.
"Let me hear it first," Jeonghan replied, crossing his legs and leaning back on the couch, his eyes fixed intently on yours.
"It's about Seungcheol," you began, your words causing Jeonghan's brows to furrow in concern. The mention of his cousin seemed to strike a nerve, his expression darkening with an underlying tension.
Jeonghan's gaze bore into yours as he sought clarity. "You still love him?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.
You shook your head vehemently, dismissing any notion of lingering affection. "That's not what I mean," you clarified. "Listen, I want revenge."
Jeonghan's features softened slightly as he processed your words, a glimmer of understanding dawning in his eyes. Despite his initial apprehension, he recognized the fire in your gaze, the determination to right the wrongs of the past.
Jeonghan's head tilted slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Revenge on Seungcheol?" he questioned, seeking confirmation from you. You nodded solemnly, steeling yourself for the task ahead.
"I need to know the details first," Jeonghan smirked, a hint of excitement dancing in his eyes. He had been itching to uncover the truth behind Seungcheol's actions, eager to unravel the mystery that had plagued your past.
A pregnant silence hung in the air as you gathered your thoughts, preparing to delve into the painful memories that still lingered within you. "He basically chose his career over me," you began, your voice tinged with bitterness as you recounted the events of two years ago.
As you spoke, Jeonghan leaned in closer, his gaze fixed intently on you as he listened with rapt attention. There was a hunger in his eyes, a desire to understand the depths of your pain and the reasons behind Seungcheol's betrayal.
"I just... don't understand why he suddenly has an obsession to lead his grandfather's company," you confessed, your voice tinged with frustration and confusion. "He changed into Seungcheol that I don't know. We argued for months, and he suddenly said that I was the reason his career was undeveloped. He broke off our engagement the next day and left me."
Jeonghan listened intently to your story, his eyes widening in disbelief at the revelation. Memories of his own strained relationship with Seungcheol flooded his mind, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. He recalled the pressure Seungcheol had faced from his parents to inherit the family business, and how their friendship had begun to drift apart as a result.
As you continued to recount the events that led to your breakup, Jeonghan couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for you. It was clear that both of you had been unfairly blamed for Seungcheol's own insecurities and ambitions.
With a newfound determination, Jeonghan resolved to help you seek justice and closure. He understood now the depth of the pain you had endured, and he was more than willing to stand by your side as you embarked on this journey of revenge.
As you outlined your plan for revenge, Jeonghan couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for your resilience. Despite the pain and heartache you had endured, you refused to be a victim, instead choosing to take control of your own destiny. With a silent nod, Jeonghan signaled his agreement, ready to stand by your side as you embarked on this journey of retribution.
Revenge on Choi Seungcheol? He is happy to help.
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princessleechan · 2 months
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“You’re the man!” Chapter 1
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⚽Chapter tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, Yn and Seokmin being loving, Minghao not having it, suggestive photos, svthub cameos, the beginning of the end
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blue-jisungs · 2 months
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peanut butter & tears
author's note. i once planned a very angsty jeonghan fic but if u know me,,,, well u know im not big n great on angst. so here's my another, a lil softer but still,, yk,, angsty attempt!!! i just, as a writer, wanna explore n write all the genres possible so it was bound to happen !!!! >:)
summary. suddenly one day things just weren’t the same anymore
word count. 564
warnings. angst muahahahaha
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the sun rays gently brushed against jeonghan’s skin, causing him to slowly stir awake. lazily opening his eyes – only to close them again due to the brightness of sunlight – his hand started looking for you. the man’s arms were covered with goosebumps from the cold. he just wasn’t sure if it was the chilly wind dancing outside that got in because of the open window or because of the freezing absence of you. jeonghan fought a yawn and rubbed his eyes, trying to gain some morning consciousness. then, he stood up and slowly waddled to the kitchen. you sat by the kitchen table, back pressed to the cold tiles. two sets of cutlery were set perfectly even, beige cups filled with steaming tea contrasting with the overall whiteness of the kitchen. at first, it bothered him – cabinets, tiles, counters, even the fridge – everything snow white. but he got used to it. the kitchen was cold too. shivers once again ran down his spine, head to toe. but jeonghan was quick to localize the source: the fully open window. even though it let in the sunshine, the wind was like a silent robber sneaking in. he noticed you were cold too; goosebumps adorning your arms and neck. “y/n?” jeonghan asked quietly, leaning against the doorframe. your gaze was stuck outside, clearly absentminded and in deep thought. your finger was tracking shapes on the table, nudging the plate with peanut butter sandwiches you made. then he noticed it. pearly tears balancing at the edge of your water line, wet stains on your cheeks. the clock hit 5:00am with a sharp yet quiet beep. however, in the heavy silence of your shared place the sound was awfully, burdenly loud. the bills on the stove rustled due to the sudden gust of air, making you suddenly take a sharp breathe. blinking away your tears, only to wipe them with the back of your hand, you turned your gaze to jeonghan. “it was the wind” you explained the tears but by his expression you knew he saw through your disguise. the air in the room was thick. no words were exchanged but you both knew something was coming. it was inevitable, like a heavy storm when grey clouds cover up the sky. “your tea is gonna get cold” he mumbled. the door was opened wide, the freezing breeze running freely through. for a moment you stared at each other. “jeonghan, i…” you started, lump creating in your throat. “i know” you closed your eyes, nodding. your relationship had been hanging on by a thread for a while now, he saw it coming. he just didn’t expect it… tried to believe it won’t happen. yet… “why the sad face?” you mumbled, trying to smile. jeonghan didn’t even realize when his bottom lip started to quiver and it got harder to breathe. iron grip tightened around his lungs as he watched you stand up. maybe it was a negative thing, after all. being able to understand each other without words. “i’m sorry. you just… deserve better” your voice broke, your hair softly moving because of the wind. passing him in the door, the smell of you hit his nose for the last time. your relationship started with you being strangers and then turning to be his lost lover. and now it was just your peanut butter and his tears.
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choidaisy · 4 months
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 ⊹ ⋆。˚ . ˚✧ .  ⊹ ⋆。˚ DAISY SCENARIOS ! #1
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𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝.
genre: angst, fluff, 14th member words: 1,482 warmings: emotional strain, exhaustion, skipping meals, public image pressure
The morning started unusually in the dormitory. The clock read eight o'clock when Daisy, normally radiant and full of energy, crossed the kitchen in complete silence. Her steps were light, but the curious gaze of everyone at the table turned to her, as if something was amiss.
Seungcheol, the group leader, couldn't help but feel concerned as he noticed that something was off with his usually lively friend. "Good morning, Daisy. Are you okay?" he inquired, turning in his chair to examine her more closely. Surprisingly, she didn't respond, just stared at her glass of water.
"Good morning, Daisy?" Seungcheol insisted, raising his voice slightly. The tension at the table was palpable, and everyone awaited a response at that moment.
Daisy finally turned to face him, revealing a tired expression that contrasted drastically with her usually lively nature. Seungcheol, suspicious, questioned, "Did you sleep at home? Were you working out?"
The response came abruptly, surprising everyone at the table. "I would have loved to sleep, but I spent the damn night wide awake," grumbled Daisy, turning abruptly to leave the place. The sound of Seungcheol's fork dropping onto the plate echoed through the room, drawing the attention not only of his friends but also of Daisy herself, as he raised an eyebrow.
The tense atmosphere in the kitchen reached a new level when Seungcheol, unable to contain his concern, stood up abruptly, dragging the chair with him. He approached Daisy, whose eyes were now on the verge of tears.
"What's going on? Where are you coming from?" he asked, demanding answers. Daisy, arms crossed, shot him an accusing look. "Didn't Soonyoung tell you?" she challenged, as Seungcheol turned to Soonyoung for clarification.
"Daisy, please, we talked about this yesterday. Stop being childish. Are you really going to start another fight now?" commented Hoshi, casually chewing his food.
"Childish?" she retorted, raising her voice. "I'm being childish?" Daisy laughed incredulously at the accusation.
Amid the prevailing confusion, Seungcheol, who always valued order, began to lose patience. "Can SOMEONE PLEASE explain what's going on? What do you mean another fight?" he demanded, visibly irritated.
Daisy, feeling exhausted, annoyed, and hungry after a week filled with commitments, could no longer contain her emotions. She shouted, venting all her frustration. "I'm coming from the dance studio because my dear performance team changed the song in the setlist without telling me. I was informed last night, and the change is already in effect for today." Her words hung in the air, laden with tension, as everyone at the table absorbed them.
"Wait, Daisy, have you been rehearsing since yesterday?" Jeonghan asked, surprised, and she nodded. "I warned that changing the song wasn't a good idea."
Jeonghan's prior knowledge triggered an even greater rebellion in Daisy, who felt completely left out. "What? You knew too?" she questioned, indignant.
"Daisy, I've told you we thought you were aware. You're being overly dramatic; it's annoying," Soonyoung commented, trying to downplay the situation.
"How could I be aware if none of you informed me?"
"We barely saw you this week, Daisy. We asked them to inform you," he defended.
Before Daisy could unleash more emotionally charged words, Seungcheol intervened, trying to restore order to the conversation. "Did none of you ask her if she was okay with the change?"
"No, Cheol. Nobody consulted me. The four of them decided without me," Daisy retorted, tears now escaping involuntarily. The combination of tiredness, hunger, and frustration was pushing her to the limit, heightening her irritation.
"Anyway, we were the majority. And we wanted to change the song," justified Soonyoung.
"Why not just remove me from the team then? Since my opinion doesn't matter," Daisy vented, tears now flowing freely. Her vulnerability only intensified the moment, making her even more frustrated with the unfair situation she found herself in.
Seungcheol closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his head. He couldn't believe that he would have to deal with group problems so early in the morning.
"Enough, it's already sufficient," he said, holding Daisy by the shoulders. "Go rest; we have a flight soon, and you haven't slept yet," he added, trying to convey calmness to his exhausted friend.
As Daisy withdrew to regain her energy, Seungcheol returned to the table, clearing his plate. The impasse had taken away his appetite, and he still had a conversation ahead with the leader of the performance team. "Finish eating and come to the room for a talk," he ordered Hoshi.
Hoshi sat next to Seungcheol, who patiently awaited him. He took a deep breath, feeling the seriousness of the moment. For Hoshi, all the drama seemed unnecessary, considering Daisy's excellence in choreography.
"You know that communication is crucial to making things work, right?" Seungcheol questioned.
"I swear we thought she was aware, hyung," Hoshi replied.
"But she wasn't. She's visibly tired and stressed, and you called her childish and dramatic."
Hoshi took a deep breath, acknowledging his mistakes. "I'll go talk to her."
"No. Let her rest now," the older one said. "But you guys need to consider everyone's situation, not just the majority. We all know how busy she's been with commitments outside the group."
"I know, I understand," Hoshi agreed, lowering his head. "I should have listened to her side."
Seungcheol gave Hoshi two reassuring pats on the back, wanting to show that, despite defending Daisy at that moment, he was there to support Hoshi in whatever was necessary. "Don't handle everything alone. If you find it difficult, just call me. We'll find a solution together."
The impending departure time brought with it the challenging task of waking up the young woman who had spent the night rehearsing the choreography of the song that triggered the entire confusion.
"We need to wake up Daisy," Joshua reminded.
Mingyu volunteered to go there.
Before entering the room, he knocked on the door three times, opening it slowly to carefully check if he wasn't intruding on her privacy. "Daisy," he murmured as he walked in, but she didn't hear.
So, Mingyu crouched down next to her and called her again. She slowly opened her eyes and mumbled words he couldn't understand.
"Sorry for having to wake you up, but we need to go, sweetheart..." he said softly.
She nodded with a sleepy expression. "I'm coming," she said, yawning.
"You need to get up now," he insisted, laughing softly.
Daisy sat up in bed, her face and hair in disarray.
"Alright," Mingyu said, hugging her affectionately. He then informed her that they had let her sleep as much as possible, but now they had only fifteen minutes to leave.
Daisy came downstairs without delays, accompanied by Mingyu, who held her backpack, while everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Still half-asleep, the taller one guided her to the car, laughing when he noticed she was about to lose her balance.
Upon entering the car, DK handed Daisy a coffee and a sandwich he had prepared himself, realizing that she hadn't eaten yet. Although she was without appetite, everyone insisted that she eat. The first bite was enough for her to realize how tasty it was, and in a few minutes, she had devoured everything.
On purpose, Seungcheol had arranged for the members of the performance team to travel in separate cars from Daisy, considering that her energy was not fully recharged.
At the airport, Daisy couldn't hide her mood. Even though she had to wave to several people and appear cheerful in photos and videos, she simply didn't have the enthusiasm for it.
While she and the other members answered questions from fans and paparazzi about how she was doing, she just waved and forced a smile, saying she was fine. Mingyu, attentive the whole time, touched her back in a supportive gesture.
The journey was safe, and Daisy spent the entire time listening to music on her headphones, memorizing the choreography.
In the backstage, before the start of the show, Hoshi attempted to talk to Daisy to resolve the grievances before the performance. However, she didn't want to talk to anyone, not even her dear little brother, Dino.
As the vocal team performed, Daisy's heart raced, especially because she was very anxious and nervous about her team's performance. That's when she was surprised by Minghao, who hugged her without saying a word. The other three members of the performance team also joined them. "Sorry, Daisy, we won't ignore your perspective anymore," said Hoshi, and she accepted the apology.
The members of the hip-hop team, watching from afar, felt proud of their colleagues.
Despite the apprehension about the new song, Daisy was incredible at memorizing choreographies and shone on stage. Even with everything going perfectly, Hoshi promised her that he wouldn't subject her to stresses like that again. The experience, although challenging, served to strengthen the bonds among the group members, highlighting the importance of communication and mutual support.
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