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𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

Part Two Part Three | Ivan Of Zandar x Fem!Reader | Request

WC: 2054

Crashes and the sounds of harsh kicks and punches sounded from the woods. It was a not-so-calm day for the rangers, Sledge being up to mischief again. It was their usual battle routine, fighting vivixs and then the new monster of the day. Well, they thought it was. They felt defeated and weak, beginning to lose hope on defeating the monster. That was when a light blue silhouette came from the woods and began fighting. It immediately snapped the rangers out of their fatigue. It was... another ranger?! It couldn't be, surely not! And... no way. They couldn't believe their eyes, you had just frozen the monsters. All fell silent for a moment, the only sounds being the heavy breathing of all the rangers.

"Who... who are you?!"

You turned your head, alarmed. You fell silent, pondering if you should trust them or not. They, too, were dressed like you. They must have powers like you do. Gingerly, you removed your ranger helmet, softly shaking your head to free your hair. They all stared in shock, all except one. Ivan lay there, staring, admiring your beauty. The way you shook your hair free made his heart swoon. You inhaled shakily, nervous to introduce yourself.

"(Y/L/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You guys are like me... aren't you?"

As you spoke, you approached Ivan. You reached your hand out to Ivan, offering to help him up. Nervously, he took your gloved hand and stood up. He removed his helmet, as you did, and introduced himself. Preparing himself for what he was about to do, he gently reached for your hand. He held your hand up and began to introduce himself.

"Sir Ivan, Knight Of Zandar, the Gold Ranger. Pleasure to meet you, milady." He finished the sentence by pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your hand, causing both of your cheeks to turn a soft pink. The rest of the rangers got up and introduced themselves to you. They offered to take you back to their base, and you hesitantly agreed to their offer. They were all intrigued by you, especially by your powers. Of course, the energems had made them stronger and all that, but none of the other rangers had been gifted with ice powers like you had.

On the walk back to the base, you dazzled them with your powers. You created gorgeous snowflakes with your bare hands and made it snow in the small area you were in. All the rangers were giggling happily, messing around in the snow. You all laughed together as you wrapped up the snow and kept walking. Ivan made a point to keep close to you, and as you became acquainted with the rangers, you noticed Ivan still had a small bit of snow on his face. You giggled and wiped it off of his nose. He was flustered at this and blushed. You quickly realised how strange it must have seemed and began explaining and apologising. He let out a small chuckle and reassured you that it was okay. The rangers saw the interaction and immediately noticed how soft Ivan was being around you. They all gasped as they realised what was going on.

Ivan. Had. A. Crush.

They all started giggling at this, Ivan and you turned towards them. You questioned what they were laughing at, all of them brushing it off and saying it was nothing. You shrugged it off and made your way to the base.

~*~*~*~*~

You sat in the base, becoming properly introduced to everyone in the team. You demonstrated your powers once again, impressing Kendall. She told you that you should work in the museum and join the team. You were hesitant, is this really what you wanted? You told her you needed to think about it and said you were taking a walk. You sat on some steps outside the museum silently. You heard footsteps approaching and turned around. It was Ivan; he silently asked permission to sit next to you, and you nodded. He sat beside you and began to talk.

"I can understand why you may be hesitant to join. I was hesitant once too." He chuckled lightly, likely reminiscing back to when he first joined the team. His light laugh strangely reassured you. "but, believe me, joining the team is one of the best decisions you'll ever make. I have no regrets. The rangers are my family and I'm sure they'll become yours too."

You exhaled softly and turned your head to look at him. He stared into your eyes reassuringly. You felt his hand lay atop of yours and looked down at your hands. He quickly realised what he had done and drawn his hand back. You both sat there in silence, blushing.

"Okay. I'll join you."

He smiled at you, once again assuring you that you definitely wouldn't regret it at all. With him around, you're sure you wouldn't regret it. Ever since you layed eyes on Ivan, you felt comforted by his presence. In fact, you even thought you might have a tiny crush on him, as pathetic as it sounded. If you were to trust any of the rangers, it was him. You sat in silence for a few moments.

"Hey, um, Ivan. I don't really wanna go back inside yet, do you wanna go grab something to eat with me?"

He nodded happily and stood up. He took your hand, the same way you had taken his that day in the forest and helped you up. As you stood, you slipped a spot of ice and tripped. Damn you and showing off your powers and then forgetting to melt it. You let out a small shriek before crashing into Ivans chest. He just barely caught you before swooping you into his arms. He held you there for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes. You kept eye contact for a few moments before realising your compromising position. You were held in Ivans arms, bridal style, in broad daylight. A blush rose to your cheeks as you both realised this. Slowly, Ivan gently placed you down onto your feet, making sure you were stable this time. Little did they know the rangers had seen and snapped a picture. Oh, how they would tease Ivan about it later.

~*~*~*~*~

You walked to some stalls in a park, you getting a bubble tea while Ivan bought a strawberry milkshake. He also bought you a waffle to share. You offered to pay for it, but he was insistent on purchasing it and proving chivalry isn't dead. There weren't very many benches in the park available, other than a small section of one that would just about be able to squeeze both of you onto it.

You both squeezed on, incredibly close to each other, and began talking. Ivan told you all the stories he had from being a knight, to which you intently listened. You told Ivan all about your past and powers. You discussed your different ranger stories and much more. Ivan made your feel safe, you felt as if you could trust him for day one. As you were retelling one of your stories, Ivan couldn't help but begin admiring your beauty once again. He took in all your features, your gorgeous eyes, your perfect smile, the way your hair blew in the wind just right to make you look even prettier than usual. You were just so perfect. Ivan was in love. This wasn't just a small, schoolboy crush. He was certain. It is love. There was no way it was anything other than love.

The wind began getting strong, people deciding to get out of the park and go inside. You were wearing a gorgeous, short, summer dress (one that made Ivan become even further enamoured with your appearance) and began to feel slightly chilly. Heck, it made no sense, you were the ice ranger but still sensitive to temperature. You held your arms around yourself to try to preserve heat. The motion didn't go unnoticed by Ivan.

"You seem cold, milady. Please, take my coat. You need it more than I do."

You looked at him in shock. Was he sure? You politely turned it down, not wanting to be rude. He kept insiting, reassuring you that even without his coat, he would be fine. You kept declining until he made the choice to wrap it around you anyway. As soon as the coat was placed around you shoulders, you pulled it around yourself even tighter. It was so nice and warm, you sighed in content. Ivan smiled at this and took your hand, guiding you back to the museum.

~*~*~*~*~

It had been a week since you had joined the Rangers team. You had settled in perfectly. You were on break in the base whilst the rest of your friends worked. All of the rangers absolutely loved you, especially Ivan. They all stood in the kitchen, busy at work. Since you had been recruited, they changed out an old picture of the team and switched it out for one that had you in it. Ivan stood at the wall where it was pinned, staring intently at your smiling face with a lovesick smile. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Tyler's playful voice.

"Ivan! We get it, you have a huge crush on (Y/N) but can you stop staring at that picture and get back to work?" He turned his head around fast enough to give himself whiplash, seeming shocked at the allegation. "Sir Tyler, I've not got a clue what you're talking about, (Y/N) is merely a colleague." The Rangers snorted in laughter at this. They pulled out the picture of you and Ivan a week prior, you in Ivans arms.

"C'mon man," came Chase's voice. "You've obviously got the hots for (Y/N), we all see the way you stare at her. Especially when you were holding her like that. Good on you, dude, you'd be a great couple."

Ivan called it nonsensical, but he couldn't hide the blood that rushed to his cheeks at the thought of you two being a couple. He sighed and admitted it. "Fine, I might have just a little crush on her. But you mustn't tell her!" They all promised Ivan that they wouldn't dare tell you ever, and they all moved on with their shifts.

~*~*~*~*~

Another week had passed since that conversation, you being none the wiser to even knowing that it'd even happened. It was afterhours, Kendall had purposefully put you and Ivan on the closing shift together. You two were cleaning up, you on a high ladder dusting. You were in the middle of an interesting conversation and you were so engrossed in it that you forgot you were on a high ladder. You slipped once again and screamed. Within a moments notice, Ivan was beneath you and ready to catch you. You landed in his arms again, still in shock from the fall. You were both quiet, too stunned to utter a word. Suddenly, your stunned expression faded and turned into a humoured one. You began to giggle, which turned into an echoing laugh that caused Ivan to swoon over the sound. He asked you what you found so amusing to which you responded,

"It's just... It's just, uh, I'm getting deja vu. We're right back at square one again - me being your damsel in distress with you as my personal knight in shining armour." He couldn't help but smile at your words and even began to let out a small laugh himself. Your laughter died down, and you began examining Ivan's features. God, he was so pretty. Before you knew what you were saying, you began to talk. "Ivan, I think im in love with you." You gasped in shock at your words, preparing yourself to jump down and run away forever. Ivans grip on you tightened, and he stared at you in admiration. He couldn't hold it back any longer, he leaned forward and pulled you into a passionate kiss

"I've been waiting to hear those words since the second I met you, milady."

~*~*~*~*~

Unbeknownst to the two in the café, the Rangers were watching the cameras in the base. They were excitedly watching and waiting for something to happen. As your lips made contact with Ivan, they broke into loud cheers. High fives were shared throughout the base. Even Miss Morgan got involved, which says a lot.

"WHOOOOOOO, IVAN'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!!!"

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[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

Brother Red

You and Chase have been dating in secret because of your twin brother Tyler. Of course Chase is your brothers best friend but if he found out he would be pissed. When you get the lead in a movie called 'Zombies' everyone was happy and on the first day you and co-starts had to sing the song 'Jailhouse Rock' (Alternate Universe. Their Disney Zombies is different) and a few other songs as well. The whole time you were singing Chase was giving you heart eyes and it didn't take long for Tyler to notice. The thought of his twin sister having a boyfriend pissed him of.

Sometime after you finished filming the movie the secret of your relationship started to get out. First you only told Shelby and Chase only told Riley. But then they figured out that the other person knew as well.

"Hey Riley can you go into Chases bedroom and get that book back the he, uh borrowed from me?" Shelby asked him.

"Uhh, now? You want me to go over there now?" Riley asked back. She nodded

"Do you know something?" Riley asked curiously.

"Do you know something?" Shelby asked back.

"I might know something."

"I might know something too."

"What's the thing that you know?"

"Oh I can't tell you what I know until you tell me what you know."

"I can't tell you what l know."

"Well then I can't tell you what I know."

"Okay fine, you don't know."

"Alright, how about I go over there and I walk into chases bedroom and see the thing that I know is actually the thing that I think that I know!"

"AHH, YOU KNOW!"

"AND YOU KNOW!"

"YEAH I KNOW!"

"Chase and Y/N? Oh this is unbelievable. How long have you known?"

"To long. Shelby I've been dying to talk to someone about this for so long. But listen, you can't say anything to anybody, they're so weird about that."

All Shelby did was nod and then Ivan came into the room.

"Ivan!" Riley said greeting his ancient friend.

"Hey. It's raining out there and I don't like to train in the rain." Ivan spoke formally to them.

"I am gonna go for a walk in the rain." Riley said and looked at Shelby.

"Oh yeah, me too." Shelby said and followed him outside. A few days after Riley and Shelbys little episode, Koda, Ivan and Kendall found out.

"OMG, Chase and Y/N." Kendall screamed.

"Chase and Y/N." Ivan repeated.

"Oh." Koda says while covering his eyes and didn't want to see what his two best friends were doing.

"Guys." Riley said trying to get them to stop.

"No, no they're doing it." Kendall said to them like they're stupid.

"Guys, we know. We know." Shelby says to her friends.

"You knew?" Ivan asked/screamed.

"Yes I know it, Riley knows it, but Tyler doesn't know so you guys have to stop screaming." Shelby yelled. The worst part was that you almost got caught a few times.

Chase climbed up a tree and softly nocked on your bedroom window. You opened it only to see Chase. "What are you doing here?" "To see you. Is that such a problem?" "Yes! What if Tyler came in right now?" "We'll be fine." The two of you heard a nock on the door. "Hide." He quickly kissed your check and hid. You went up to the door and opened it. "Hey, brother. What's up?" "I thought I heard you talking to someone." "Nope, must have been my computer that I just closed." "Well, dad and mum are making hot chocolate. Do you want any?" "No, Tyler I do not want hot chocolate. Honestly we're 18 years old." "Sorry, I just thought someone said they wanted to live in a chocolate house." "Well that's impractical." You closed the door and opened it again "And fating." You closed the door and Chase looked at you "What?" "Chocolate house." You just rolled your eyes in that moment.

2. You came home while wearing chases jacket. You went inside the house and Tyler turned on the lights. "Crap." "Mhmmm. What are you doing up, and why are you wearing chases jacket?" "Ummm, about that. I went on a date but the guy stood me up. Chase found me, saw that I was cold, let me use his jacket and he brought me home."

3. When Tyler went out on a date with Shelby you invited chase to watch a movie. You both fell asleep but woke up when you heard a car door. "Go out the back way." He gave you a goodbye kiss. "Go." You fell back to sleep, relived that you didn't caught.

Lets just say a few weeks after almost getting caught, the 4th time you got caught. Tyler was pissed and chased your boyfriend/ he's friend around the room.

"Tyler stop." Shelby yelled.

"Chase get back here." Tyler yells ignoring his girlfriend. Everyone was running, trying to stop Tyler from murdering Chase. The base was in utter chaos.

This went on for about 5-10 hours. Kendall had enough of this and yelled,

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP, STOP MOVING AND LISTIN!"

You all did as she said.

"Look Tyler, just because your best friend is dating your sister, you're gonna kill him?" Kendall asked confused as anything.

"Yes!" The Red Ranger replied. Kendall rolled her eyes while thinking of a way to stop this madness.

"My best friend and my sister, I can't believe this." Tyler muttered.

"Look mate, we're not just messing around, I love her. Okay? I'm in love with her." Chase said seriously.

"It's true T, I love him too." You said to your brother.

He then looked at the two of you and said,

"Awww, my best friend and my sister."

"So you're not mad?" You asked him.

"Of course I'm still mad, you're not of the hook Chase, and nither are you sis. But I.... approve. Chase if you ever hurt her, you're dead for real." He replied seriously.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Chase said while looking at you and you blushed.

"Big news."

"Aww, that's okay, we already Knew." Ivan said and everyone looked at him with the 'What the heck' look.

"What?! You Knew and you didn't tell me?" Tyler asked.

"Well, we new how upset you can be and we were worried about you." Shelby said to her protective boyfriend.

"You were worried about me?" He asked in shock. Even though Tyler approved it still didn't stop him to start chasing his best friend around when Chase looked at you or kissed you, and it always went into chaos, but seeing you happy my your twin happy.

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[maycat-19-142]

Prince Philip lll falling for another ranger

A/n: you are the copper ranger

⚠️:Mentions of bombs, gender neutral reader

He was a prince and a power ranger when he was with the other rangers

Today he got a call saying he was needed on a mission

When he finally arrived he walk in to the base

His coat over his shoulder

He was a bit over dressed

He was get beefed on the mission when a yell came from the above ground entrance that no one used

"Can sometimes help me with these books" his eye tracked to you

You had baggy black jeans and a brown tank top

Him and kota grabbed the some of the books you were carrying

"Thanks" you said putting the books on a shelf that Kendall told you to

"And you might be" Philip asked

"Oh sorry you magisty" you said doing a half bow "I'm y/n copper ranger"

"Y/n" chase yelled. You walked off to see what he need leave philip were he was standing

The next time you talked was on the mission it self

You had to disarm a bomb placed by fury on the coast of the city

You had the dinosaur the nodosaur an extremely tought skinned dinosaur

You,Philip, and Kendall had to got down in a meg zurd combo with all 3 meg zurdz

In the end the bomb was disabled and you and Philip talked about thing in life and just got to know ow each other

It was fun for him to here about a normal life.

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[r3dsw33tz]

Can anyone give requests for any power rangers seasons (or, well, the ones in tags), twilight, or Jurassic World oneshots??

I'm literally so bored rn

(I added like 30 tags and can't add anymore) 😭

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Power Rangers Dino Charge

Masterlist

Chase

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Heckyl

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Ivan

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

James

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Keeper

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Kendall/Miss Morgan

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Koda

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Phillip

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Riley

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Shelby

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

Series:

Tyler

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 💔

Platonic - 🫂

Romantic - ❤️

One Shots:

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[etherealyoungk]

—⟡ covert desires | kim mingyu

summary:  the mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the target’s collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.

pairing: spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader)

themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing

warnings: suggestive, kissing, use of curse words, weapons, guns, knives, violence, use of drugs/painkillers, blood, gore, killing, death

wordcount: 19.5k

a/n: i had so much fun writing this! thank you so much to @fairyhaos to listening to my random ideas and helping me with the title and just being really helpful, ily. and tysm to @gyuswhore for beta-reading this and giving me valuable feedback, lifesaver honestly. tysm! i'd love to know your thoughts on this ^^

full fic under the cut!

— character guide

seungcheol - underground mafia leader

jeonghan - manipulator, gets things fabricated like documents, ids etc.

joshua - keeps a log on the accounts/transactions and assets

jun - spy

hoshi - spy

wonwoo - in house doctor

woozi - in charge of gadgets and other necessary equipment

the8 - in charge of weapons

mingyu - spy and your partner for the mission

seokmin - gathers informations and intel

seungkwan - negotiator and works behind the scenes

vernon - hacker

dino - spy

you wipe the last of the blood off your hands and carefully move the body, manipulating the crime scene to make it look like it was a suicide. with a carefully crafted suicide scene, the police wouldn’t even blink an eye and just close the case as a suicide, not wanting to bother investigating further. you just had to leave around the right clues and bait them. once they’d find it, they’d conclude the case without thinking any further and your job was done. you were sure no one would even miss the bastard that you had just sent to hell anyways. after scanning the room, you make sure everything is in place before exiting quietly and disappearing into the shadows. 

when you reach home to your apartment, you swiftly change out of you soiled and bloody clothes. that idiot decided to put up a fight, making things harder for himself really. you planned on killing him quietly, but the fight he put up was unnecessary and he wasn’t going to stand a chance against you regardless. you would have finished earlier and your clothes would have been significantly less bloody. sighing, you peel off your clothes and they fall to the floor in a heap as you step into the shower. the hot water offers some sort of relief and relaxation, your muscles relaxing under the hot water. wrapping a towel around yourself, you step out and hear the faint ring of your burner phone fill the room.

“hello?”, you say as you put the phone to your ear.

“did you get the job done?”, the voice on the other side asks.

“yes, you didn’t hire the best for no reason, did you?”, you scoff back, offended he’d even have a sliver of doubt in your skills. 

“good. we have another urgent matter on hand and it has to be discussed in person. you know where to meet me”, the voice adds.

“i swear if it’s another-“

“you’ll love this one, trust me”, the voice says, cutting you short and hanging up as you begin to say something. you curse under your breath; that idiot never had manners. you huff,  throwing the phone on the bed and changing into something comfortable before you crash into bed, too tired to complain or think about anything else. 

you were an assassin or a hired killer you could say. but you liked to call yourself an assassin - because let’s be real, it sounds cooler. you were trained, skilled, and good at what you did – which was killing people, bad people specifically. when you weren'’t out hunting people down, you were working as a barista at a local cafe. it was somewhat therapeutic compared to your other occupation. but you had to if you wanted to survive in this world. if you wanted your life to have some semblance of normalcy. the world was a cruel place and somehow you ended up doing this for a living but hey, at least it paid well.

the next morning you’re sitting in the hall of seungcheol’s fancy office, or what you liked to call the safehouse.

“you’re here! let me tell seungcheol”, dino says upon seeing you, flashing you a friendly smile. you give him a small smile as he retreats, making his way to look for seungcheol.

seungcheol walks in a few moments later, and his presence can be felt in the room immediately. no one messes with him – everyone knew that. he was the most feared man in the underground mafia and a threat to the government as well. his connections and dirt on powerful people ran too deep with secrets only he knew and used as leverage. hell, even the government would hire him to do their dirty work so he was practically untouchable.

“what’s this urgent matter that needs to be discussed in person?”, you ask, once he sits down opposite you.

“no hi?”, he prompts, raising his a brow as he looks at you.

“no thank you for yesterday?”, you prod back, challenging him. you were really the only person seungcheol let speak to him like that. he’d pretty much raised you and he didn’t seem to mind, especially since you did most of his dirty work. 

“we seem to have gotten ourselves another lucrative mission”, he starts off, treading carefuly with his words. “it’s something worth millions if not billions, so this is a really high-stakes operation”, he tells, observing you. “and we’re getting paid handsomely for it and so will you if it goes well”, he completes.

“alright, that seems like a piece of cake. what are we stealing?”, you ask.

“a painting”, he tells, as he takes a sip of his bitter black coffee in front of him.

“it’s going to be displayed in the national museum of culture and arts”, he says as he continues briefing you. “but that’s not all. the annual auction takes place in three weeks. many if not all the influential, powerful people, businessmen and politicians are going to be at this event, so it’s expected that the security is going to be very tight and advanced. they’ll be bidding for art and plenty of other stuff there but not this painting. this painting is special because it’s not for sale, it’s only on display and it’s the first time it’s being shown to the public in twenty years. the mission is to steal this painting, while also making sure no one finds out – so we place a knock-off”. he explains.

“all right, that doesn’t sound too hard”, you say, calculating everything in your mind.

“oh, don’t underestimate this. this painting is going to be highly guarded and anyone can’t just enter the auction either. you need to be specially invited to the auction otherwise you cannot enter, and you can’t go alone, it’ll be suspicious”, he adds.

“what do you mean i can’t go alone? how else am i going to do this?”, you ask, confused.

“mingyu’s going to be your partner for this mission and the only way it’s going to work is that you pretend that you both are a married couple”, seungcheol completes, making you whip your head up. your jaw drops to the floor upon hearing the words that came from seungcheol’s mouth, absolutely appalled.

“did i hear that right? i need to be mingyu’s wife?”, you repeat, leaning forward and seungcheol doesn’t say anything, only looks at you with a knowing smile.

mingyu and you don’t exactly get along together. he was always somehow getting on your nerves and you hated him.

“seungcheol, you know i don’t like him”, you say, annoyed already. “and i work alone”, you add, glaring at him.

“it’s for the mission and we don’t have any other option. everyone else is busy with other missions and mingyu was the only one who’s free at the moment, and i trust him on this one”, seungcheol explains. you can’t really argue with seungcheol because, at the end of the day he was your still your boss and he called the shots.

“i suggest you get friendly with mingyu because we don’t have a lot of time on hand. the auction is in three weeks and you and mingyu need to play a convincing husband and wife role starting today”

“today?”, i repeat. that was really short notice.

“mingyu has it sorted out”, he says, and your burner phone pings. “that must be him”, seungcheols says.

“please try to get along with him”, is the last thing seungcheol tells you before he stands up to leave. he emphasizes his words with the look he gives. it was a ‘don’t mess this up’ look and you sighed. he gives you a small ‘good luck’ before turning around and walking out, getting busy with something else.

you stand up to leave, opening your phone and reading mingyu’s text.

“meet me at the fountain park at 11am”.

you grumble as you make your way to the park and see mingyu sitting on one of the benches. there aren’t many people, but the sun shines warm and the sky is blue - a complete contrast to your mood right now. you’d very much like to walk away but you can’t. you drag you feet and will yourself to walk towards mingyu, who smiles when he spots you. you don’t reciprocate the smile, giving him a stern looking, already annoyed at the sight of him.

"you know, most people don’t scowl when they see a handsome face”, he says when you’re close enough. you roll your eyes and mentally flip him off, crossing your arms across your chest as you glare at him. “handsome my ass”, you mumble under your breath.

“long time no see”, he greets. you don’t sit. “i’ve been busy”, you tell him.

“you look good”, he adds, gesturing for you to sit.

“seungcheol briefed me on the mission, so what’s next”, you ask, getting back on the topic, not wanting to indulge in small talk with mingyu.

“i found us a house to move into until the mission is over and-“,

“wait, why do we have to move in together?”, you ask in horror and he just looks at you like the answer is obvious.

“because we’re husband and wife? and i don’t think i can come by your apartment and suddenly tell all the neighbours that the poor girl they thought was lonely and single is actually married, now can i”, he says.

you scowl again. “they won’t even care!”

“it’ll be a problem if they become suspicious. it’s better to move in elsewhere and you can move back to your apartment when it’s all done and they won’t even blink an eye about what happened. you can also avoid questions about your husband who mysteriously appeared and disappeared”, he explains. “unless you want to explain why you kept such a handsome man a secret and-“

“shut up”, you cut him off and he chuckles.

you weigh out all the options in your head and mingyu’s idea was the best and most promising, even though you didn’t like it very much. you hated the idea in fact. but sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures.

“fine”, you huff, gritting your teeth. “what else?”, you ask.

“jeonghan’s working on getting us the invitation to the auction. we can start by moving in. pack only your essentials. i’ll pick you up by 2 pm tomorrow so you can move your stuff into the new place”, mingyu tells.

you stack the last box with all you stuff and things that you’d need in the new place, dusting your hands on your shorts. if your neighbors asked, you were away, traveling back to meet family who lived in another state. you’d be back soon so you were sure you could get away with that excuse.

mingyu arrives at 2pm on the dot as promised. you start to carry the boxes out. he carries the other two effortlessly and follows behind you. the elevator ride is quiet, with neither of you saying anything. you’re sitting in his car as he drives you to the new house. you look around, all the houses looking more fancy, manicured and elite. that’s when you realize you’re entering the richer part of the neighborhood.

“how’d you manage to get a house here?”, you ask mingyu, knowing the rent or prices would not have been cheap.

“i invested in some land here and once they announced that they’re going to develop this area, the prices skyrocketed and i got rich. i own the house now and i thought it would be nice to finally use it.”, he explains.

“cool”, is all you can say as you look around at all the villas and large houses occupying this space. if anybody lived here, they definitely came from the wealthy and posh side. in hindsight, it was a good cover for you and it would make it easier for you to blend in if you had to pretend to be from a wealthy background.

you finish unloading and unpacking your stuff in the room when mingyu knocks on the door. you both thankfully had separate rooms because there was no way in hell that you were going to share a bed with him. you’d rather sleep on hot coal than do that.

“jeonghan’s finished gathering some documents so i’ll just go over and pick them up. do you wanna come along?”, he asks.

“sure”, you say, because you really didn’t know what you’d do here alone, plus it had been a while since you last saw jeonghan and oh he was a real menace.

“jeonghan!!”, you say upon seeing him, going up to give him a hug. “y/n! it’s been a while huh, you look great”, he says, a small smile on his face.

“that’s not fair, you didn’t give me a hug when you saw me now did you, baby”, mingyu complains.

“what did you just call me?”, you ask, not sure if you’d heard that right.

“baby”, he repeats casually.

“don’t call me that”,

“i have to if we’re going to play a lovely doting husband and wife couple”, he says and you give him a glare, lasers practically shooting out from your eyes.

“we’re not playing husband and wife right now so watch your mouth, mingyu”, you warn and he just shrugs as you fix your attention back on jeonghan.

“it hasn’t even been 24 hours and you guys are already arguing? i just hope you survive the mission and don’t rip each other’s throats by the end of this”, jeonghan says, amused.

“speaking about that, here’s your marriage certificate. i made it so you’ve both been married for a year and a half, less suspicious that way”, jeonghan explains. “oh, and i also sneaked you both an invite to a party hosted by yeonjun. it’ll be a good opportunity to gather connections and intel. it’s tomorrow night”, jeonghan adds as he hands you the invitations.

“damn how’d you manage that?”, you ask. “i have my ways, you should know that by now y/n.  i'm the man who can get away with anything”, he replies giving you a wink. you chuckle at his words. “how could i forget, you’re called a menace for a reason”, you tease, laughing along with him.

“and i’m still working on getting the invite for the auction, it should be done in a few days”. jeonghan later says and you both leave after chatting a bit more.

that night you lay in bed, barely managing to fall sleep. the hours fly by and you check your appearance in the mirror one last time before stepping out of the room. you’d worn a simple black dress and just lightly styled your hair. you didn’t want to go overboard since this wasn’t the actual mission, so you kept it pretty but to a minimum, but still enough to make it look like you were wealthy and could blend into the crowd at tonight’s party.

“are you ready? we’ll be late”, you say, calling out to mingyu who was in his room.

you hear the shuffle of his shoes as you do a quick check of your small handbag – tissues, lip gloss, phone and most importantly, a pocket knife. when you look back up, mingyu is staring at you.

“what? hurry up, we haven’t got all day”, you add, walking to the front as you slip into a pair of matching black heels. you know our cover when we’re out yeah?”, mingyu asks as he comes up to you.

“yup, we just moved in the neighborhood, you’re an ER doctor, and i’m a lovely housewife who spends her time shopping, relaxing and spending your money”, you say with a fake smile.

“but do you even know anything about being a doctor, you better not mess up if someone asks you medical terms and shit”, you say, pointing a finger at him.

“don’t go underestimating my skills y/n, i’ve got it covered”

“you better”, you snap back, walking ahead of him towards the door.

the party is high in security but you make it through without a hassle. you had gone through the files seokmin had sent on the people attending and memorized everyone’s name, face, job, and even what they eat for dinner. you had to know everything in order to blend in. you step out of the car and mingyu offers you his hand to hold onto. you smile and take it because you do have to act. you put on your friendly face and enter the party, your eyes scanning the crowd. you spot a few people you recognise from the files you’d read last night, the connections forming in your head. just then mingyu sees someone and whispers that’ll he’ll be back, parting ways with you and you’re left alone.

you take this chance to mingle with the other women that you spot in a corner – who were all your new neighbors. this was a good time to introduce yourself, so you walk towards them and smile.

“hello!”, you say brightly and they turn around to look at you. one of them seems to recognize you and smiles.

“hi! you’re new to the area, right? i saw you moving in the other say”, she says.

“yes, i just moved here with my husband”, you explain as a waiter comes by, offering you drinks on a shiny tray. you take one and so do they.

“where’s your husband?”, one of them asks.

“oh, he’s just talking so an acquaintance over there”, you say, looking back as you nudge your head in mingyu's direction.

“what does he do?”, another one asks excitedly upon spotting mingyu in the crowd. you already knew what they were thinking at the way they were looking at him.

“he’s a doctor, he works in the ER”, you tell.

“oh you poor thing. he must be working late often”, she adds and just then you feel a hand wrap around your waist and the whiff of cologne in the air.

“hello ladies, i don’t think i’ve introduced myself. i’m mingyu, nice to meet you”, he says and all the ladies smiles, shamelessly checking him out. but like you cared.

“your wife was just telling us that you work at the ER, it must be tiring, coming home late every day. i’d hate if my husband came late every day”, one of the women says in mock pity.

but mingyu only smirks. “i may come home late, but i always make it up to you in bed, don’t i baby”, he says, looking at you and you almost choke on your drink.

you clear your throat, changing the topic, and all the ladies giggle. after you finally manage to separate from them, you walk around, assessing the situation.

“i can see a lot of people from soyeon’s side”, you say and mingyu agrees. ”jihyo’s here too”, he adds. she was the it woman in business right now and she was rising up the ranks quickly. “jihyo is definitely going to be at the auction”, you add. “should i get friendly with her?”, you ask and mingyu thinks for a few seconds before answering.

“be careful, if you approach her suddenly she might be wary”, he says softly. “you’re not drinking?” you ask, noticing how his glass has gone untouched. “gotta drive us back, so no, i won’t be drinking tonight”. of course, you had forgotten about that. at least he had some manners, unlike seungcheol.

after managing to gather enough intel and make some connections, you and mingyu decide to retire for the night. you both walk out hand in hand and just then your stomach growls. you were hungry, you hadn’t eaten anything there, not wanting to get distracted and also maybe drinking that glass of champagne on an empty stomach wasn’t such a good idea.

“hungry? we can grab something on the way”, mingyu prompts.

you see a mcdonalds’ drive-thru on the way back and tell mingyu to stop by there. “you don’t want real food?”, mingyu asks. “what do you mean, this is real food”, you declare.

“do you eat this often?”, he asks.

“that is none of your business, just get me some nuggets, fries, and a mcflurry”, you say.

he doesn’t get anything, saying he’ll make himself something at home and you don’t complain. you offer him a nugget and some fries but he declines, just driving as he tells you to not spill anything as you munch on the nuggets.

“i’m sure i can make better nuggets than that”, mingyu finally speaks.

“good for you mingyu, i don’t care”, you say, plopping the last bite of nugget into your mouth.

“yeah i’m sure you’ll start caring when i make you breakfast tomorrow and then you’ll never want to eat anything else, only something i’ve cooked”, he boasts.

“is that so? you’re going to spoil me, looking forward to it”,you add, going back to your mcflurry.

the next morning, mingyu does in fact get up early and makes breakfast for the both of you. it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t good, it was actually the best thing you had eaten in a while. over the course of the next week and the days building up to the auction, you attend a few more events together, getting to know more people and making connections. you make yourself friendly with the neighboring women and go shopping together. with all the new intel gathered each time, you pass it over to seokmin.

mingyu and you stop by the safehouse again to collect the invitation to the auction that jeonghan finally got and to update seungcheol on the mission’s progress. you both had somewhat managed to get along…well, almost. if mingyu didn’t make some snarky comment or say something to get on your nerves once in a while it would be better, but he should just be grateful he was alive right now. the urge to strangle mingyu was immense.

“what’s the progress?”, seungcheol asks.

“it’s good. we know for a fact that jihyo is attending the auction and maybe some people from soyeon’s team might attend on her behalf”, mingyu tells.

“im glad you guys seem to be getting along”, seungcheol tells, surprised.

“barely, i need to tell him to shut up and not spew stupid stuff, it really gets on my nerves. and please tell him to stop walking around the house shirtless. it’s damaging to my eyes ”, you complain.

“i didn’t even do anything, i’m just looking out for her well-being, she has some really peculiar habits and also it’s hot? and it’s literally my house? i can do whatever i want”, mingyu defends.

“excuse me?”, you cut him

“you heard her mingyu”, seungcheol directs your words to him. and just then seokmin and jeonghan enter.

“here’s the auction invitation, keep it safe”, he says, handing it to mingyu.

“here’s how the painting looks. it’s called the great fields done by the 18th-century artist lily lee. it’s been hidden away from the public eye for twenty eyes and it’s supposed to be one of her best paintings. it’s worth billions from what i know”, seokmin explains as he shows us a picture of the painting. it was pretty indeed but it was weird why it had been hidden away for so long.

“i already have someone working on the knock-off for the painting”, he adds.

“it better be a damn good knock-off”, seungcheol warns, raising his eyebrows.

“it will be. the guy i asked will get it down to every detail and even mimic each brushstroke. the historians wouldn’t even be able to tell a difference”, seokmin assures.

“good. now y/n, i have a small task for you, it would be great if you can complete it by tonight. it’s for a high-priority client and i’ll pay you extra”, seungcheol says.

“sure, what do i need to do?”

and that’s how you were now on the balcony of a 7th-floor apartment, trying to break in by unlocking the window. the guy you had to kill was a traitor. he took money from innocent people and then threatened them. he was getting in the way of business for the client so he had to go…forever. you opened the window and jumped in, landing soundlessly on your feet as you crouched down, scanning the room. you didn’t like to drag things out so you were going to make this quick.

you hear the hiss of a shallow breath and you quickly realize you’re not alone. someone else is here. you turn around and hide in the corner, peeking out and that’s when a man comes lunging at you with a knife. you dodge and grab his arm, twisting it as you push him against the wall, the knife falling from his hands as you bang his head against the wall. he grunts in pain and falls to the floor and you quickly move to locate the target, who’s heard all the commotion and is coming downstairs. he sees you and his eyes widen as he turns around and starts to run back upstairs. you run after him, placing your foot in the door before he can close and lock it. you push the door with all your strength, willing it to open and he stumbles backward. you waste no time in getting out your gun and shooting him in the chest. the silencer on your gun made sure no sound was heard as he fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his chest and gasping for air as blood oozed out of the wound, staining the wooden floor crimson red.

but just then, something hits you on the back of your head with a sudden force and you clutch your head in pain, falling to your knees as you try to look up. you grit your teeth and get up, dodging the other attack but your head is still ringing from the hit. you see how the man grabs the near-empty wine bottle and smashes it against the wall, creating a sharp glass shard, almost like a dagger. you get up as he attacks, swiftly trying to move out of the way. unfortunately, you end up tripping on the carpet that folded over and you miss the way his other hand lunges out, and the sharp glass shard pierces into your skin, just over your waist as it drags along your lower abdomen, digging into your flesh. you hiss in pain and raise your gun, aiming at his leg as you shoot him and he yells out in pain and falls down. after you torture him a little and find intel on him and who sent him before putting a bullet straight through his head.

fifteen minutes later, you kick his body, adjusting the position and plant information in the room and his phone to look like this was done by his employees who were tired of his threats and doing all the dirty work for him. you climb out the window and use the window ledges to climb down. you discard your coat in your bag and cover yourself with another coat, adjusting your outfit before walking out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. you walk straight ahead, not looking back. the dull pain of the stab starting to sting as you walk as you clutch your coat tightly around you.

you reach back home, ignoring mingyu in the kitchen as you go straight to your room, the door slamming unintentionally behind you.

“y/n?”, mingyu calls out. you ignore him and go to the bathroom and locking the door, sitting down against the bathtub as you lift your shirt up to access the wound. it was a deep cut no doubt, thankfully no vital organs had been hit. you don’t know if you should say that you were lucky or if the bastard just had terrible aim. but the cut was messy and well bloody.

“are you ignoring me now?”, you hear mingyu shout out. he knocks on the bathroom door.

“y/n what happened?”, he asks, a sudden shift in his tone.

“nothing i’m fine mingyu, i can’t use the bathroom in peace?”, you counter.

“stop lying, i saw the drops of blood trailing to your room. open the door now”, he demands.

you sigh. why did he have to be so aware of his surroundings. talk about occupational hazards.

“i’m fine mingyu, stop overreacting”, you say, not hearing a reply, thinking he must’ve left.

after a minute, you hear the door lock rattle and unlock, mingyu pushing the door open and once his eyes land on you they darken.

“what the fuck, mingyu? i could have been naked, you can’t just barge in like that”, you say, annoyed and shocked.

“i can if it’s an emergency and did you forget i have the keys baby, this is my house so my rules”, he counters as he walks over to you and sees you cover the wound with your hand. not that it helps because your hand is all bloody too.

“shit baby, you’re bleeding bad”, he tells, kneeling down so he could match your height so he can acess the wound, seeing the blood ooze out from the side of your palm as you pressed against the cut, trying to put some pressure on it.

you glare at him at the mention of that stupid nickname. “i told you not to call me that and i don’t need your help”, you grit out, pushing his hand away when he moves to help you.

“you either take my help like a good girl or you can shut up, your choice sweetheart”, he says, staring you down.

and before you can even protest or say anything, he’s lifting you off the edge of the bathtub and sitting you down on the countertop beside the sink.

“are you deaf? i said i can manage on my own, i don’t need your help mingyu”, you say, trying to move but the movement causes pain to shoot up through your left side, making you let out a soft whimper of pain.

mingyu wastes no time in fetching the medical kit and his hand is already moving to lift you shirt so he can see the wound. you side-eye him as you lift the shirt, bunching it at your ribs.

“you’re so annoying”, you mumble as he assesses the wound.

“you should look at yourself in the mirror”, he says, making you lean back a bit so he could see the cut fully. you hiss in pain when the disinfectant comes in contact with your skin, biting your lip as it burns. this was the one thing you could never get used to.

“ow, just make sure there are no tiny glass pieces”, you mumble and he snaps his head up. “glass?”, he asks and your nod confirms his suspicions. he takes his time, making sure no tiny shards of glass are left as he cleans your wound. you close your eyes as he cleans the cut and wipes away all the blood, but your heavy breathing wasn’t helping, making a little blood seep out every time you took a breath in and out.

“relax baby”, he coos, his hands resting on your thighs as he looks at you, standing between your legs as he discards another piece of bloody cotton to the side.

“i would if you just left me alone”, you snap out.

he rolls his eyes. “you’re so stubborn, it’s infuriating”, he says, leaning closer

“i could say the same thing about you, you’re so fucking irritating”, you answer back.

“i really don’t know why you’re acting like an idiot when i’m trying to help you”

“i never asked for your help did i, mingyu?”

“so what? i’m doing a favor and being nice”

“by helping me when i said i didn’t want your help”, you emphasise, as you move up to sit up straighter, not realizing how close you had ended up getting to him.

“just stay still”, he demands and you don’t bother talking back this time as he cleans up the cut.

“whoever did this, i’ll kill him”, he mutters as he wraps a gauze around your waist to cover the cut.

“already did”, you confirm and wince a little as he tightens the gauze.

“there, you’re all set”, he says once he’s done, looking at you, and he’s still so close. your gaze flickers down to his lips before flickering to the side. maybe a part of you hated him because of how attractive you found him…god. you didn’t want to make things unnecessarily complicated. it was easier to hate him than admit he had an effect on you.

you’re walking back home after just killing someone (yet another side assingment seungcheol put you on) when you notice a car following you from behind. shit. did they place someone to guard the house? you had to think quickly and shake off the tail otherwise things would get complicated. but then the car speeds up and honks, the window opening, and to your horror, it’s mingyu. what the hell was he doing here?

“what are you doing here?”, you nearly shout. “were you stalking me?” 

“i’ll explain later, but get in”, mingyu says.

“i can get home myself thank you. i need to stop by somewhere too”, you say, which was a lie. you just didn’t want to listen to him given you weren’t playing house right now.

“it’s going to rain”, he adds, as you start walking and he follows you with the car.

“it’s not going to rain mingyu”, you say, walking ahead, ignoring him.

and not even a minute later, you feel the first few drops of rain fall on you. dammit.

“see, i told you it was going to rain”, he says.

“i have an umbrella, i’ll manage, just go”, you tell, annoyed that he was right.

you pretend to look in your bag because, of course, you don’t have a fucking umbrella. the rain starts to pour down heavier and if you don’t make a choice now, you were going to get drenched.

“i know you don’t have an umbrella, y/n, so stop being stubborn and get in the fucking car”, he yells louder, getting impatient.

you stop and look at him. “did you just yell at me?”, you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

he rolls his eyes and sighs. “you’re so stubborn god, what are you going to lose by getting in the damn car. you’re already getting soaked,” he adds.

“ask me nicely”, is all you say as you stare back at him, challenging him.

“y/n get in the car because it’s raining”, he says giving you a fake smile too.

“you didn’t say please”, you add and he sighs, gripping the steering wheel harder.

“y/n please get in the car”, he repeats and you shoot him a small satisfied smile as you open the door and get in the car.

“okay now care to explain why you were following me?”, you tell.

“care to explain why you’re so damn stubborn?”, he counters.

“i am not stubborn, stop being an ass and just tell me why you were following me”, you say.

“i’m the ass? like you weren’t acting like one by not getting in the car”, he says making you scoff.

“fuck you, mingyu”, you sneer, looking out the window as the rain poured harder. the rest of the car ride is silent but you’re glad. if you had to talk to him for another minute right now you’d end up strangling him on the spot.

the rest of the few weeks goes by with you going to a few more events to socialize and familiarize yourselves with the environment, the people and also gather valuable information and intel. mingyu and you seem to play the husband-wife role pretty convincingly. you both come back home late that night but you barely manage to sleep. since you were up early, you decide to hit the gym. one of the perks of this house was that it had a fully equipped gym room, courtesy of mingyu of course. 

when you enter the room, you quickly realise you’re not alone and mingyu was there too. great. you were almost going to exit but you catch yourself. you didn’t do anything wrong, so why run? you walk in to see mingyu doing some pull-ups. his back was to you but you’re sure he noticed your presence - of course he did. you watch as he does a few more pull-ups, the muscles on his back and arms flexing with each move.

“stop ogling me”, mingyu’s voice floats in the room, breaking the silence.

“im not ogling you, gross”, you scoff, disgusted. “i thought seungcheol told you to stop walking around shirtless”, you add, giving him a look.

“relax, baby, i’ll put on a shirt later, i know you’re enjoying the view”, he smiles back as he jumps down and turns to face you. asshole.

“yeah, right”

“you were literally ogling me right now”, he deadpans.

“I WAS NOT! stop calling it that. i was just assessing where i need to strike first in order to kill you, you know, for research purposes”, you snap back, only for him to smirk back at you.

“yeah? i’ll choose to believe that little lie for now but i’d like to see you try”, he provokes, walking closer to you.

“oh yeah? i’d love to. the moment this operation is done, i’ll be coming for you, so you better watch your back”, you tell, playing along as you cross your arms across your chest.

“hm, whatever you say, baby”, he says, stepping closer until he’s towering over you. you look up at him and stare back. not that pet name again. you told him countless times not to call you that, it was infuriating, but he just didn’t get it, did he? he needed to be taught a lesson. in a blink of an eye, you grab your knife which you kept concealed and grab mingyu’s arm, swinging him so his back hits the wall with a thud, the cold metal of the knife to his neck.

“if you call me baby one more time, i swear i will actually strangle and kill you”, you threaten, staring right up at mingyu. mingyu’s surprised and amused. it would be a lie to say he didn’t find you hot right now.

“always carry a knife around with you?”, he prompts, raising his eyebrow.

you smile, leaning closer to him as you whisper in his ear. “it’s my favorite one, it’ll slice your neck and you wouldn’t even know it until you’re choking and gasping on the floor”, you tell.

“yeah, baby? i can’t wait to see you try”, he whispers back, his hands grabbing your waist, spinning you, his other hand reaching up to hold both your hands up by the wrist, pinning you to the wall. you try to move but his grip was solid.

“so, how are you going to kill me now?”, he mocks, pushing you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. he looks at you, his nose almost brushing against yours.

“i could maybe snap your neck right now or still slice your neck, your choice”, you say, blinking up at him innocently.

“yeah? care to show me how?”, and so you do, bringing your leg up to knee him in the shin, swiftly wrapping your arm around his shoulder as you kick his feet, making him lose his balance. you push him down and knock him to the ground and he falls on his back. he’s lucky he lands on the foam mattress that was on the side and you waste no time in bending down and straddling him, holding your knife to his neck, and adding a little pressure this time for fun.

“any last words?”, you ask and he just smiles up at you.

“i’ll spare you for now because we have a mission to complete”, you add, getting up as you push off him but he grabs you, flipping you over in the blink of an eye so that he’s hovering over you now.

“i take it you want me to stab you anyway?”, you ask, the knife still strong in your grip.

“why do you hate me so much?”, he asks, looking down at you, his body caging yours.

“you really want to know?”,

“im so curious”, he tells lowly. 

“because you’re so fucking cocky about everything and too full of yourself”, you tell, looking up at him. “and you’re an idiot who only thinks he’s handsome and just everything about you is infuriating”, you spit.

“really? i think you forgot to add the part where you have a small crush on me?”, he adds with a smirk and you’ve had enough. you place your hands on his chest and push him off you, sitting up.

“that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard”, you say.

“i just know it baby…oops i mean, y/n”, he says, getting up to fetch his bottle of water as he walks to the side.

“but you did just call me handsome”, he points out as he takes a sip of water.

“i did not”, you grit out. “and i do not have a crush on you. if you were the last man on earth i would gladly die single”, you grit out.

“lies, you spew such lies, y/n”, he says, laughing.

the next morning you see mingyu in the kitchen and he smiles, fucking smiles at you.

“i was expecting you to sneak into my room last night and-“ “slit your throat? oh yeah i was so tempted but i thought that would be too painful”, you tell innocently.

“or you’re just scared to do it”, he says.

“i think you forget i’m a trained assassin. i know more than 20 ways to kill a man so you should be careful. you should start by hoping i didn’t poison the coffee you’re drinking right now”, you say before turning and walking away.

you hear him chuckle but it fades away after a few seconds. “wait…you didn’t really spike my coffee right…y/n…”, mingyu asks and you smirk to yourself, not giving him an answer as you make your way back to your room. 1 for y/n, 0 for mingyu.

things are starting to get serious now. it’s two days before the big event and you have a meeting at the safehouse with seungcheol, dokyeom, dino and vernon, who are all going to help you in pulling this off by working behind the scenes. seokmin told you that he’ll get you the knock-off painting in a van that evening and dino would help assist you while vernon be there to hack the security systems and cameras when needed.

the plan was that you’d leave to the auction and watch around. you’d have to make a few bids too, so you’d blend in and seungcheol had given you the money so you were free to bid on anything you liked. then there was a 45-minute break between and it was in that break that you had to steal the painting without getting caught. dino would be waiting down in a van, pretending he was a driver and he’d take off with the painting. the only thing left was pulling this off. with the level of security that this event was going to have, you needed to do everything right to pull this off. you were excited.

it's finally d-day. you’re getting ready in your room, due to leave in 15 minutes. you spent the entire day figuring out what to wear. it was a posh event, so you had to wear something pretty, something that would make heads turn, something that would make me look like you fit in there - something exquisite. you decided to go buy a dress earlier because you didn’t have anything fancy to wear with you, since you’d left most of those types of dresses back home, only bringing essentials along when you moved in with mingyu for the time being. you ended up buying a pretty sweet and head turning dress, something fancy in your favourite color too. it was a maroon, satin dress, which went all the way down to the floor. there was a slit for the leg that stopped just short of your thigh. the highlight of the dress was the back – it was backless, with a criss-cross strap that had to be tied. the only problem, you couldn’t seem to reach back to tie it tight enough that it wouldn't unravel during the night. 

you wore your heels - white glitter ones to contrast the red dress. you checked your makeup in the mirror one last time and tried to tie the strings on your back again but you couldn’t seem to get the crisscross pattern right and you were struggling to tie it up. just then you hear a knock on your door.

“y/n are you ready? we have to leave in five minutes”, mingyu says from outside.

“okay!”

and five minutes later, you’ve given up, groaning as you bring your arms down, knocking your arm on the table in the process. “ouch”, you say in frustration and mingyu knocks on your door again.

“y/n? are you okay?”, he asks again, opening the door slightly. you get up to open the door and mingyu looks at you. you watch as his eyes rake all over your body as checks you out. you stare back at his face and he’s still staring at you, his eyes moving over every part of your body. you ask him something but he doesn’t reply, still staring, devouring you with his eyes as he takes you in. 

“finished eye fucking me?”, you ask, annoyed, bringing his attention back to you. he looks at you and smirks. “i wasn’t done but i can continue later”, he teases.

“whatever, can you help me tie my dress in the back? i just can’t seem to reach it”, you ask him and he stands up straighter and you realize this wasn’t the sort of question or help he was expecting you to ask.

“sure”, is all he says and you turn around, holding your hair up so mingyu could tie your dress.

“you have to crisscross it and then tie it”, you explain, looking at his reflection in the mirror in front of you.

as he ties your dress, his fingers rub your bare back occasionally, sending sparks all over you body. he pulls back the threads to make them tight. you watch from the mirror as he tries his best to carefully tie it. he looked…so fucking good tonight. the suit was tailor made for him, making him look crisp and sharp. you’d have to painfully admit that he did indeed look hot tonight but you catch yourself and swat those thoughts and any other intruding thoughts away immediately. you’re about to move a bit forward when he pulls back again, securing the knot, and then his eyes find yours in the mirror reflection.

“you look gorgeous”, he whispers against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

“i know, thanks for the confirmation though”, you say, not willing to be swayed by his comment and how much he seemed to be affecting you right now.

“let’s go steal a painting”, you say with a smirk.

you drive to the event, and somehow mingyu managed to snag a limo to the event. don’t ask how, it was probably seungcheol’s doing but now you’re driving there. you put your in-ears on for further communication with mingyu and the others on the mission. woozi had designed it so it look like an ear cuff, making it look less suspicious on you. mingyu’s was transparent in the front, so it blended in.

“relax”, mingyu says after a few minutes of silence in the car as he sits opposite you.

“i am relaxed”

“you look tense”

“i’ve stolen plenty of stuff before so this is a piece of cake”, you tell.

“we got this”, he assures.

you reach the venue and get down, mingyu offering you his hand as you step out of the car. you take it and you automatically wrap your arm around his as you both walk in together. you stand behind a few people, all waiting to move inside and everyone is holding the same invitation you are holding. when it’s finally your turn, mingyu shows the person your invites and after scanning it for a few seconds he hands it back to us, telling us to enjoy our time here. you’re handed a number picket from the counter the moment you enter, for you to make bids.

the auction starts in an hour since people are still coming. most of the vvip and vip guests coming later for security reasons. you walk to the hall and scan the crowd for anyone you know or can recognize. mingyu does too. you agree to split up and scan the hall so it would be faster, mingyu going left while you go right. after you’ve confirmed who’s coming and who’s yet to come, cross checking with the guest list that you’ve memorized that jeonghan managed to get his hands on. there were still a few guests and vips left to arrive. all the vvips or vips who did arrive were on the other side of the hall, with higher security. jihyo hadn’t arrived yet and you couldn't see anyone from soyeon’s team either. but you did spot hwasa; she had multiple businesses and was a trendsetter. anything she touched, ate or wore was sold out, she was that good, and everyone loved her. it was going to be interesting to see what she bids for here.

after gathering all the information you needed, you’re turning around when a man bumps into you. 

“oh, im so sorry”, he says, turning around.

“it’s no problem”, you say, putting your hand up. he looks at you again, shamelessly checking you out and you roll your eyes as you turn to walk away again, but he grabs your hand.

“wait, i don’t think i’ve seen you around, are you new here?”, he asks, hopeful, but you had no interest in entertaining him.

“yeah, i just moved here”, you say, quickly, pulling you hand out of his grip. “i have to go”, you add.

“see you at the auction? which number are you, i’ll try to sit at your table”, he asks, getting desperate.

“that’s all right, im fine”, you say again, trying your best to be nice. 

“come on, don’t be shy”, he adds with a chuckle. “girls are usually falling all over me”, he adds, maybe not liking how you were not falling for his tricks.

“can’t let beautiful women like yourself be alone at an event like this, can i? which table will you be seated at? i can show you around if you like”, he asks again and now you’re really starting to get irritated. you would have knocked him out by now if this was any other circumstance but you hold back, not wanting to cause a scene or mess anything up.

you’re about to say something when you feel a warm hand encircle your waist and from the smell of the cologne, you already know who it is – mingyu.

“there you are baby, i was looking for you”, he says sweetly, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him. there’s a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he looks at the man who was talking to you.

“who’s this?”, mingyu asks, looking at you, his grip getting tighter around your waist.

“oh i’m sorry i just bumped into her and was apologizing”, the man fills in.

“i see. next time i suggest you watch where you’re going”, mingyu tells, glaring at the guy as he pulls you away, telling you that he wanted you to meet someone.

as you walk, you notice a few heads turn and people look at you but you just ignore it and walk like you belong there. you hear mingyu faintly curse under his breath.

“what?”, you ask

“you shouldn’t have worn that baby, everyone is staring at you”, he grits out lowly, jealousy evident in his voice.

“excuse me? are you sure you’re not the one staring? it doesn’t matter to me, as long as we steal the painting and get the job done”, you say, lifting your dress up slightly as you walk up the stairs to the auction hall.

“that idiot is following us”, he adds, spotting him from his peripheral vision.

“well, that’s annoying, we don’t need him tailing us. should i knock him out and throw him somewhere?”, you ask as you walk, smiling at a few people who welcome us at the top of the stairs.

“i’d have knocked him out myself if i had to but that’s a risky move for now”, he says. we reach the upper floor and mingyu holds your hand as he leads me to the left side of the hall, where there are fewer people. mingyu’s back faces the people as you look ahead.

“is he still looking at us?”, mingyu asks, his back facing the man who was still following you.

 “yeah but what do we-“, you’re cut off by mingyu’s hand tilting your chin as he leans in to kiss you, his lips pressed against yours. he pulls away ever so slightly as he looks at you.

“mingyu-", he kisses you again, this time moving his lips against yours and your move my lips too, kissing him back. he pulls away a few seconds later.

“what are you doing?”, you finish your sentence, shocked.

“now look, he’ll be trying to find a new target to woo”, he tells and you look, seeing the man already talking to another group of women, hoping to find a different date.

“worked like a charm”, he says, with a satisfied smirk. and that’s when the action of what mingyu just did hits you, but you decide not to say anything, not wanting to yell at him or draw any more attention to yourself. you’d give him hell about this later.

the auction is about to begin and you find a table to the front, and sit down. you mentally make a note of where a few other vips are sitting and scan the crowd. you spot jihyo in the front, surrounded by a few bodyguards who are off to the side.

“good evening ladies and gentlemen! welcome to the annual auction hosted by the national museum of culture and arts. we are pleased to have you all here. we will be starting the auction and the rules are simple – the highest bidder wins, so have fun. we would also like to mention that part of the funds collected from the auction will be put aside to aid in cultural growth and in preserving national treasures and artifacts. we will also be partnering with Vision to offer scholarships to five students. your contributions will be deeply appreciated.", the host welcomes and explains.

"and the most anticipated part of the night, the beautiful painting ‘the great fields of sorrow’  by lily lee will be unveiled to the public after 20 years. you do not want to miss this, it is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we are so glad you are all here to witness history in the making. now, let us begin”, the host announces, gleefully.

the auction begins and the first few bids go by fast, people bidding left, right, and center. but it’s towards the end that the most valuable artifacts and paintings start coming out. you have your eye on this one painting, you’d seen it in the auction catalog earlier and you were determined to get it. the moment the painting comes up to be bid, you grab the picket from mingyu and raise you hand, making a bid.

“what are you doing?”, mingyu asks.

“bidding?”, you tell like it wasn’t obvious to mingyu right now.

a few more people bid on the painting but you bid again, raising the bid higher and higher each time. but some women keeps bidding along as well and you weren’t going to lose this. you raise you hand, making the bid higher and now it’s just you and the other woman raising hands as you both try to outbid each other.

“what are you doing? drop it”, mingyu says next to you.

“no, that painting’s mine”, you grit out, raising your hand again to raise the bid. anyone could be able to feel the tension in the room right now.

“y/n, we don’t have that much money to spend, are you crazy?”, he asks, turning towards me.

"i don’t care, i want that”, you tell, raising your hand to make another bid, raising the price impossibly high. people who were bored and had no interest in the auction were suddenly watching us carefully, eager to see who would finally win the bid.

the lady falters, wondering if she should raise the bid and no one else raises their hand to make another bid. you smile to yourself.

“going once”, the man says, hoping the lady would change her mind and raise the bid.

“going twice….and sold”, he declares, the wooden hammer hitting the wooden plate and you’re smiling in victory.

“i won”, you tell mingyu.

“yeah and you better be explaining to seungcheol why his assets suddenly depleted” mingyu tells.

“at least seungcheol would let me have it, unlike you, sitting here and complaining, it’s so annoying”, you add, clicking your tongue.

“you’re the annoying one”, he says without missing a beat and you kick his leg from under the table, giving him a fake smile. “shut up and don’t get on my nerves”, you tell through gritted teeth, making a few heads turn. you clear your throat and sip on your champagne, smiling at the few people who turn to look at you.

that was the last bid and the auction had now ended. people start getting up to either grab a drink and talk or to go make arrangements to collect their paintings or artifacts that they just bought. this was indeed a good way you could sneak the real painting out. you quickly intercom with dino and you coordinate with him, vernon listening in too so he’d know which cameras to hack and take down.

“we should go, we have only 45 minutes before the painting is revealed”, you tell, getting up and walking out to the outer hall. there is music playing and someone is singing. the host announces that people can dance if they like and a few people do, couples peppered across the floor as they dance and sway together. you steer right away from the crowd and start moving downstairs when mingyu grabs your hand, blocking your path.

“care to dance?”, he asks.

“no i don’t dance”, you tell but mingyu ignores you and holds your hand as he guides you to the hall where the crowd was, choosing a quiet corner and pulling you closer to him, his hand resting on your waist as his other hand is intertwined in yours.

“mingyu i said i don’t want to dance”, you tell, slightly annoyed.

“i know, but i do”, he says and you find yourself moving closer to him as your rest your other hand on his shoulder, trying not to bump into the person behind you. you both sway to the soft music that plays and mingyu locks eyes with you, a small smile playing on his face and you don't realise how close you've gravitated towards him.

“we’re wasting time, let’s go”, you tell after two minutes.

“a little fun never hurt, you need to learn to let loose a little, sweetheart”, he tells, looking at you and you don’t miss the way his gaze flickers down to your lips.

“but you really should have worn something else”, he whispers near your ear. “i’m starting to get jealous at the way all the other guys are starting at you."

"it's a pretty sweet outfit isn't it”, you say softly and the the corner of his mouth lifts into a faint smile.

“hm let’s go”, he says, pecking your cheek as he intertwines his hand in yours. you walk down together and walk towards the restrooms. when the path looks clear, you take a detour to the staff room, which would give you access to the basement and other private areas of the building. jeonghan had given you copies of the access key too, so you could now slip into any room you liked without having to break any alarms.

you’d already memorized the layout of the room and knew exactly where the safe room would be located.

“you brought a gun right?”, you ask.

“what do you think baby, of course, i did”, he answers raising his brow. it was hidden using a chip that emitted waves and would not be picked up by any electronic scanner, which is how it got sneaked in successfully. another one of woozi’s genius creations. you reach the safe room but there were two guards up ahead.

“vernon, can you hack the walkie-talkies? tell the guards to move to the upper level”, you ask.

“on it”, vernon responds immediately and in two minutes the guards start walking away and turning around the corner.

you run up and unlock the door using the key card, opening the door and quickly shutting it behind you. you unlock another door and finally head inside the safe room, where the painting and other treasures were stored.

the painting is easy to find, it’s kept in a bulletproof glass box but that’s when you realise something is wrong.

the painting is bigger. it’s not the same size seokmin had told you. you panic because this would now hold you back and you had to think on your feet to figure something out quickly.

“what the fuck?”, you tell. “how are we supposed to discreetly steal this huge painting?”, you almost yell at mingyu who’s looking at you, confused as well.

“i don’t know, we just take it and walk out”,

“and let everyone know we stole it, mingyu? that’s just genius. why don’t we just announce it to the whole world then”, you yell back, annoyed.

“i thought seokmin told us it was going to be smaller? this isn’t the same size he mentioned”, you tell, running a hand through your hair.

“i think he forgot to add one digit in the dimensions”, mingyu tells and you mentally face-palm yourself.

“so now what do you want me to do?”

“i don’t know just take it and we place the decoy and leave”

“the decoy isn’t even the same fucking size mingyu”, you yell, getting impatient.

“fuck”, he curses under his breath. “let’s just take the painting and go”,

“how do i just take it, mingyu? do you want me to shove this painting up my ass and leave? how the hell are we going to walk out with it? didn’t you tell dino was waiting down in the van? how can we possibly walk with this huge painting all the way to the basement and give it to dino without anyone seeing us and not put the knock-off.”, you tell, getting more and more impatient with each passing second.

“jesus, y/n im trying to figure it out so please calm down”, mingyu snaps back.

“is everything okay?”, vernon’s voice fills your ear.

“wait guys, seokmin just told me that he has the proper decoy size in the van downstairs”, vernon tells after a few minutes of silence.

“wait what do you mean?”, you ask.

“he just told me saying he put the correct decoy painting size in the van, and that he realized he’d messed up the dimensions and got it remade. he said his printer had ran out of ink and missed printing one digit”, vernon explains calmly.

“then send it in, we have like 20 minutes before the painting gets showcased!”, you yell at vernon.

“dino’s on his way with it, just hold on”, vernon assures, going back to intercom with dino.

meanwhile, you and mingyu try to figure out how to unlock the box. the box had a passcode and three wrong tries and it would alarm the security, so you had to be careful. woozi had given you a decoder which mingyu had hidden outside and you grabbed on the way to the safe room. mingyu attaches the decoder and you watch as the numbers scramble, trying to decode the pin and unlock the box.

“what’s taking so long”, you groan, clicking your tongue.

“y/n calm down. we’re fine”, mingyu says as he locks eyes with you.

“if seokmin hadn’t realized we’d have been fucked over big time mingyu, do you understand? we could have gotten caught. do you understand how big of a fucking problem that could have been? and you’re acting all high and mighty asking me to just take this painting and go like it won’t be so fucking obvious that it’s not the same painting. and dino needs to hurry up because there are only ten minutes left, and we need to take this and transport it all before they come in to take the painting out to display, so we’re short on-", you’re cut off by mingyu’s hands cupping your cheek as you feel his soft lips on yours, again.

“you really need to shut up sometimes”, he mumbles against your lips. maybe it was because you were in the heat of the moment, but you kiss mingyu back, grabbing him by his tie to pull him closer, closing the gap between you both.

“guys?”, vernon’s voice fills my ear through the in the ear but you both ignore him. “dino’s almost there”, he adds but none of you bother to reply, too busy kissing each other.

the safe door opens and closes in silence and dino steps into the room. (it had a anti slam and quiet door so it would be discreet and safe) 

“i hope i’m not interrupting something?”, dino asks, making you break away from the kiss and the look on dino’s face is mischievous.

“n-no"." shit.

"did you get the proper knock off? hurry up we have to be out of here in ten minutes”, you tell, pushing mingyu off you and walking up to the box, which had successfully unlocked.

dino handles the real painting carefully, wearing a pair of cloth gloves before taking out the painting from the box with care and placing it on the wearable rack, and replacing it with the knockoff that he streathly managed to bring here; courtesy to vernon for hacking the camera footage and security walkie talkies. if you were asked to play spot the difference between the real painting and the fake one, you wouldn’t have been able to guess shit, the fake one was just that good. dino quickly covers the real painting in a satin white cloth and you quickly walk out. dino disguised as one of the staff and security members, so it would look like he was just taking the painting you had just bought to your car so you could take it home. thankfully the painting you bid on and bought was around the same size too and you bring it along as you leave. no one gives you any suspicious looks as you leave and you walk out with confidence, your arms locked in mingyu's as you both walk together.

you make it back up to the upper level and back to the hall before you take the elevator to the basement. dino loads the painting into the van and he and vernon take off. mingyu and you bounce as well, getting in the limo and telling your driver to take you back home, making the excuse that you weren't feeling to well when someone approached you, asking why you weren’t staying back to see the painting that was going to be revealed shortly.

as soon as you get in the car, you kick off your heels, relief flooding through your feet as you sit. you let out a big sigh and take the chance to open the bottle of champagne that’s in the car, pouring yourself a glass and mingyu one too, offering him the glass.

“to successfully stealing a painting”, you say, raising the glass to make a toast and he smiles. you down the glass in one shot, the adrenaline still pumping in your veins. placing the glass down, you look at mingyu, who’s still watching you. 

“what?”, you ask mingyu, who looking at you like he wants something.

“nothing, you’re just…gorgeous”, he says.

“you flatter me too much, mingyu”, you say, getting up to move, picking up your dress slightly as you move to sit on his lap, straddling him. his hands find your waist immediately, pulling you closer against him as your hands rest on his shoulders. his hand cups your cheek as he leans forward to kiss you, moving his lips against yours, slow and long, kissing you like he’s been craving this all along. he deepens the kiss, biting your lower lip teasingly, making you let out a soft moan, your mind too fuzzy to care about what you were doing right now.

“fuck, you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”, he groans, kissing your jawline.

“i know you wore this dress on purpose baby, to rile me up”, he says and you kiss him in response and he kisses you back, this time with more vigor and passion.

“maybe”, is all you can say as mingyu’s lips are on yours again.

“i’ve been dreaming about this for so long, to kiss you, to have you”, he groans as he kisses your neck, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. your hands busy themselves with loosening his tie and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.

“look at you, i thought you hated me baby”, he mumbles against your neck.

“i still do”, you tell, your voice coming out breathy and soft as he leaves a trail of kisses along your collarbone, his hands roaming your body, his touch sending shivers and sparks throughout your body.

“what if dino tells on us”, you realise, whispering softly as he continues to leave soft kisses on your neck. 

“you’re worried about that baby? worried he’ll run his mouth and tell everyone you were kissing me? the person you claimed you hated?”, he teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

he kisses you again, trailing more kisses to your jawline before his hand reaches over to cup your cheek as he pulls you in, capturing your lips with his again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. you kiss him back, and somehow you couldn’t seem to get enough, getting dizzy on how he feels and tastes. he was driving you crazy. he pulls you closer against him, his grip on your waist tightening with each kiss and you start to lose track of how long you’ve been at it, making out. thank god for the partition between the driver and you was tinted. the car finally comes to a halt in and mingyu breaks away. “we’re home”.

and just like that, mingyu guides you home and wastes no time in kissing you again once you’re behind closed doors, guiding you to his room while he never breaks away, kissing you breathlessly.

the next morning, you wake up tangled in mingyu’s arms and the events of last night come crashing onto you. you turn around to face mingyu and he lazily pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“go back to sleep”, he mumbles and you push away a few stray hairs from his face.

“you’re so lazy”, you say, as you move to get out of his arms, but he tightens his grip, not letting you leave.

“don’t make me slit your throat mingyu, let me go”. you say teasingly, poking his arm and he finally loosens up. just then the doorbell rings. you get up and take a peek, seeing seungkwan standing outside. you open the door but the expression on his face tells you that something is wrong.

“what’s wrong?”, you ask, as he steps in.

“dino- he- the painting…dino is…”, seungkwans stutters out, making no sense.

“what happened?” you ask again, putting your hands on seungkwan’s shoulders to try and calm him down.

“dino, he got intercepted by another gang and they’re holding the painting and dino hostage”, seungkwan spills out.

fuck.

after hearing that you waste no time in going back to the safe house with mingyu.

“how’d they contact you? how did they know we were going to be there”, you ask seungcheol. with him are joshua, vernon, seokmin, and hoshi.

“we’re not sure”, seokmin says.

“but what i’m sure of is either they had a tail on you or you told them our location”, seungcheol says, looking at you straight in the eye.

“what the fuck are you implying?”, mingyu defends immediately.

“no i would never do that seungcheol and you know that”, you tell, staring him down.

“how can you even say that”, mingyu adds.

“because they want you in exchange for returning the painting and dino back safely y/n”, seungcheol tells and you pause, trying to process what he just said.

“what?”, is all you can say after a few seconds of silence.

“that’s what they negotiated with seungkwan”, seungcheol tells. “and if you two had responded to vernon then we could have maybe sorted this out earlier. there was no response from the both of you after last night”, seungcheol adds, looking between you and mingyu. you gulp, hoping he can’t possibly guess what you and mingyu were up to last night.

“here are the terms of negotiation”, seungkwan adds, sliding over a piece of paper to you.

if you want to get back your precious painting and friend, do the following. tell anyone or try to pull anything funny, otherwise the only thing you’ll be getting in return is your friend’s dead limp body and a police raid. so, follow the instructions carefully

1)    we want the girl in exchange for the painting and your friend

2)    come to the abandoned warehouse by the paddy fields tonight at 8:00pm

3)    the girl comes alone and that’s it. once she comes, we’ll have the painting and your friend released.

4)    no guns, or weapons, and don’t try or even think to act smart in any way unless you want to be responsible for your friend’s death.

the letter was signed off with a stamp of the gang seal, which you faintly recognized for some reason.

“i’ll go”, is all you say because it doesn’t look like you have any other option right now. you didn’t care about the painting but you did care about dino and you had to make sure he’d come back safe.

“there’s no way in hell she’s going alone”, mingyu interjects, cleary upset.

“mingyu, stop it”, you yell at him. who was he to tell you what to do?

“mingyu stop putting your emotions into the mission, we have a problem, and i’m going to deal with it accordingly, or else im putting you out”, seungcheol says.

“what is wrong with you? you’re just going to let them have y/n?”, mingyu asks, getting up, frustrated, running a hard through his already messy hair.

after a few more arguments, things start getting heated between seungcheol and mingyu, seokmin pulls him away from the room and you manage to finish the rest of the conversation with seungcheol. back home, mingyu’s still tense and he hits the gym to try and take off some of his anger and frustration.

you don’t know why he was acting like this to be honest. you could manage perfectly well on your own, it wasn’t like you were going to die or anything. he seemed to be making a big deal about this and it was getting on your nerves. you’re in your room and you can hear the sound and impact of mingyu’s punches on the boxing bag through the walls. what the fuck was he so worked up for? you try ignore the sound and get back to getting ready for tonight.

you know they said no weapons but you weren’t going to go in blind. your pants had a secret pocket where you could hide my small knife easily and it was undetectable. you decide to carry a few more, concealing them in secret pockets so no one would even know. you had everything planned and you weren't going to let the person who took dino off so easily. just then you hear mingyu’s footsteps as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. you ignore him, getting up and checking the time. you had to leave in five minutes if you were going to make it there in time. you look at mingyu’s who’s studying you closely.

“what mingyu? stop staring it’s annoying”, you tell, breaking the silence, walking towards the door so you can leave, but he blocks your path.

“you’re not fucking going anywhere y/n”, he grits out.

“what the fuck? who are you to tell me what to do? i know what i’m doing okay and you need to chill out”, you say, trying to push past him but he doesn’t let you.

“mingyu move, im getting late”, you say in a stern voice.

“i’m coming with you then”, he hisses, grabbing you as he pushes you against the wall.

“no you’re fucking not, stay out of this mingyu, it’s none of your business”

“it is because it involves you”, he says, without missing a beat, leaning closer.

“mingyu, don’t let what happened last night make you all soft for me okay, whatever happened just happened. don’t try to use that to determine what our relationship is now”, you say, trying to sound stern but your voice falters a bit when his hands dig into your waist tighter. he crashes his lips into yours, and the kiss is hot and heavy and angry. your lips move on their own, kissing him back, grabbing his arms for support.

“just promise me you’ll come back to me…alive”, mingyu mumbles against your lips.

“are you doubting me?", you scoff but he ignores the threat.

“and the first thing you’re going to do when you come back and see me is that you’re going to kiss me”, he demands.

“that’s so cheesy and cliché”, you tell, rolling your eyes.

“i’m not taking no for an answer”

“fine oh my god, you’re so stupid”, you mumble, kissing him one last time as he lets you go.

you reach the abandoned warehouse on time, with two minutes to spare. you look around but see no one around, the place dark and deserted. you decide to wait and stand outside to see if anyone shows up. after two minutes of waiting, you hear a rustle in the grass, standing alert, only to see a stray dog appear, but it had something in its mouth. the dog drops the things it was holding in front of your and runs off without warning. you carefully bend down to pick up the things, seeing a piece of paper and a black face cover that was meant to cover you entire face.

put on the mask on and be a good girl and wait

you crush the paper and scan your surroundings one more time before putting the mask on. after a few seconds, you realize the mask is laced with something, something strong and it’s too late because you’re already getting dizzy. your hand slips down as you fail to remove the mask and your knees give in as you fall to the ground, unconscious.

you wake up with the mask still over your head and groan, shaking your head, trying to get rid of the dizziness that’s was still lingering.

“she’s awake”, you hear someone say, immediately getting alert. 

“call boss”, another voice adds.

you try to move but your hands are bound together tightly with a rope that’s painfully cutting into your wrists. you can faintly make out the light in the room, it must have been dimly lit. you hear a door open and footsteps, as they come closer to you and suddenly, the mask over your face is harshly yanked out. you close your eyes shut at the sudden intrusion of light and look around, trying to gather your surroundings as your eyes adjust to the light. you manage to look up, seeing a figure looming over you. 

“hi there pretty girl, remember me?”, he asks menacingly. you blink your eyes as you scan his face, trying to remember who but you don’t.

“who the fuck are you?”, you lash out.

he clicks his tongue in response. “i’m disappointed, i thought you’d remember me after what you did, that’s a shame. but no worries, we still have time”, he says, one of his men dragging a chair and he takes a seat in front of you, leaning forward to get a better look at you, at your state.

“look at you. you’re supposed to be highly skilled right? but here you are, tied up for me to play with. i’m excited”, he tells laughing, a grin forming on his face.

“fuck off, where’s dino”, you spit out and you see the flash of anger that courses through him.

he grabs your face harshly, making you look at him, his hand gripping your jaw.

“behave or else i’ll get angry and slice up your friend. you don’t want that do you?”, he warns, putting pressure on your jaw as he squeezes your cheeks tighter. you squirm in his grip and he finally lets you go, your head hitting the wall in the process.

“where is he?”, you ask again, breathing hard. “i kept up my end of the deal”, you grit out.

“oh i will tell you where he is, but i just want to have a little fun with you before that happens”, he says, a glint in his eyes. he gets up and walks away, saying something to the other men in the room which you don’t quite catch.

that night, you’re alone, only with one guy, whom you assume was supposed to keep an eye on you. you try wriggle out of the rope, and even though it burns, you brush the pain away as the rope digs into your wrist. you smile to yourself once your wrists are free. people really had to learn how to tie secure knots really. you stealthily get up while the guard is pathetically snoring. you roll your eyes and get up, stretching and grabbing a stone from the floor as you walk towards him. he opens his eyes just as you stand in front of him and he doesn’t get the chance to speak as you crash the stone into his skull and he falls to the ground, unconscious. you knocked him hard enough to knock him out but not kill him. you’re eyes have been trained to see in the dark and you make your way across the room, putting your ear to the door to hear for any voices or signs of life. your hands encloses on the doorknob and you slowly turn it, opening it and peeking out. the coast is clear and you step out and, your footsteps silent as you make your way to the end of the hall. the place abandoned so debris and dust was everywhere. after a few steps you faint voices coming towards you and you still against the wall, peeking your ear out to pick up on the conversation.

“how much do you think seungcheol would pay to have her back? i think he’s her most valuable asset”, the voice says, which you recognise as the boss’s voice. “hm let’s see if he wants the painting or her”, another voice chimes in and you furrow your brows. first of all you didn’t need seungcheol protecting you and secondly you were getting pissed at these thugs. you move your foot and knock into something on the floor. 

“what was that?”, you hear the voice ask. you mentally curse and get ready to strike, coming out of the shadows and landing a kick right in the chest of one of the thugs. he falls to the ground with a grunt and loud thud. 

“oh my, i see you seem to have escaped”, the boss man tells, looking at you, chuckling. 

“where’s dino”, you ask, gripping the broken pipe you picked up on your way.

“I think it would be wise to drop that and not do anything stupid, unless you want your friend chopped up in pieces, i’ll glady do it and you know it”, he says, raisng a brow at you. 

you study his face and you can tell he would. you’d dealt with enough people in the years you’d taken up this job to be able to read people like a book and this guy was not fooling around when he said he would indeed chop up dino. you grit your teeth as you drop the pipe and it rattles as it hits the ground, echoing in the empty hallway.

“good girl”, he tells condescendingly, smirking, satisfied. “now let’s get you back”, he adds, and this time you’re cuffed in chains, but you’d figure a way to get out. 

two days go by and this boss guy is nowhere to be seen. you can tell he’s trying to weaken you by starving you but you could handle this. you’ve been through worse honestly. it’s the third night now and you’re getting impatient and a little tired of this waiting game.

“where the hell is your boss? did i scare him off? ask him to come here right now”, you demand

“he’s busy”, the guard tells, not even bothering to look at you, dismissing you completely.

“busy doing what? chickening out? tell him to come here right now”, you yell and probably because you kept belittling his ‘boss’, you hear him send another man to give the message. and sure enough, a few hours later the boss man comes walking in.

“i hear you were causing a ruckus”, he tells.

“where’s dino”, you demand.

“don’t worry about him. i’d worry about you because”, he says, getting down on one knee to come at eye level with me. “i’m going to take my time killing you slowly”, he says.

“yeah i’d rather enjoy killing you first”, you say.

“you really don’t recognize me, do you? stupid girl”, he spits out.

“uncuff her”, he says, getting up.

“boss but-“

“DO IT”, he shouts, the men cowering and one of them immediately scrambles down to undo the chain on you. as soon as you get free, you leap up, swaying your foot as you kick him down.

“why the fuck should i know who you are”, you say, reaching in your concealed pocket for a knife, but only feeling an empty space instead. there was no knife.

the boss chuckles and looks at you, laughing as he gets up, dusting himself off.

“looking for your precious knives? i thought i said not to bring anything. you thought you could fool me? i think not” he tells, smirking.

“how”, you whisper.

“you’re not the only one who has tricks up their sleeve”, he says in sing song voice, making you narrow your eyes at him.

“i’ve dedicated my whole life to this moment, to seeing you and killing you and you have the audacity to not even remember me”, he sneers, coming closer.

“cloud 9 enterprises, does that name ring a bell?”, he asks, stalking closer to you.

you wrack your brain. cloud 9 enterprises. that name was familiar and that case was famous too. the owner was supposedly making drugs, and disguising them as medication to sell, making people addicted and in plenty of bad ways too. lots of people died, innocent children and adults died because of those drugs he had disguised as a harmless medication. and you remember because you were the one sent to kill him. you look at the man’s face, looking at his features that somehow resemble the man you killed and it hits you.

“you’re his son”, you say.

“bingo”, he says smiling before landing a punch to your gut, making you fall down. “did you know i watched you kill him. i was hiding under his desk as i saw you slit his throat. can you imagine what that does to a child?”, he spits out. “after that day i’ve sworn i would get my revenge and now that i have you, it feels good”, he explains. he kicks you again but you dodge, swinging your leg and tripping him. you kick him again but his men come forward, grabbing you by the arms, holding you back. you thrash in their hold as he gets up. you knee one of the men and get loose but a few more men come forward and hold you down as, pushing you to your knees. he holds his hand out and someone gives him something – a syringe.

“this is a special concoction i made, just for you. i can’t wait to see how long you can last”, he chuckles coming forward and stabbing the syringe in your arm. the stab of the needle is sharp as he pushes the contents of the syringe inside your arm. you thrash even more, angry and they finally let you go. you yell out in frustration and try to land a punch but you miss.

“fuck you, i’ll kill you with my own hands”, you snap out, getting up and looking at him but your vision was playing tricks on you. you shake your head in an attempt to regain yourself and grab a metal stick that was thrown off to the side and jump to hit him, but you miss again. you groan in frustration.

“what did you do”, you shout as you get up, regaining you balance.

“you’ll die a slow painful death, as your organs and body start shutting down. you’ll probably last 36 hours or 48 hours if you manage to pull through”, he tells with a smile, stepping forward and you move to grab his arm, but before you can do anything you feel a sharp piecring pain in your abdomen and he looks at you and smiles as he pushes the knife furthur into you, stabbing you. you whine and yelp as he roughly pulls the knife out.

“how does it feel?”, he asks as you headbut him, not giving up yet. he groans as he pushes you off him, your back hitting the wall as you slump against it. he looks at you angry but chuckles as he looks at your state as he wipes his bloody nose with a cloth. you vaguely hear him say something like “dispose of the body where nobody can find it” and you hear dino’s name too but he’s already out the door.

you try to sit up and stop the bleeding, covering the torn flesh with your palms, and applying pressure to stop the bleeding. you’d managed to tear a part of your long sleeve shirt and use that to tie up the wound, putting the knot tight to somehow slow down the bleeding. you try to move and locate an escape route. there is a window but it’s too high up with no way for you to get to it unless you managed to move the stack of old wooden boxes. but in your state, you don’t think you could.

you don’t know when you fell asleep, it was probably the effect of whatever the drug he had injected you with. you sit awake, pain shooting through your abdomen in the process. the cloth you tied around is now soaked in blood and it’s starting to pool next to you. your hand is heavy as your try to lift it up and tear off your other sleeve to wrap it around the area.

in the far distance, gunshots can be heard and an angry and determined man is making his way into the hideout. “where the hell is she?”, mingyu shouts, the gun digging into the skull of a man who’s on his knees, his hands cuffed behind his back. his henchmen are all knocked out and scattered on the floor.

“she’s probably half dead by now”, he says, smiling, showing no remorse. this riles up mingyu even more and he pulls the man up and smashes him against the wall, his hand closing around his neck.

“what did you do?”, he asks, putting pressure on the man’s neck as dino stands behind him with jun.

he only half laughs as he starts to choke. “go find out yourself”, he mumbles and mingyu throws him to the ground and points his gun at him, shooting him point blank in the head, twice.

“mingyu! seungcheol wanted him alive”, jun rasps out, seeing his limp body.

“he was going to kill him any way i just did him a favor”, mingyu tells, only earning a look of disapproval from jun. “i’ll explain it to him”, mingyu adds.

mingyu searches the entire building, looking for you, until he stumbles across a room that’s been locked from the outside, and something familiar glints in the corner – knives, your knives. mingyu grabs a broken-off stone from the side and uses it to break open the lock, hammering down on it till it breaks. the door swings open and he spots you slumped on the floor in the far corner of the room.

“y/n”, he shouts as he rushes towards you and kneels down in front of you.  “fuck fuck fuck”, he mumbles as he sees the blood pooling on the side.

your body stirs awake again at the familiar scent of cologne and you open your eyes. mingyu? were you hallucinating? was this a side effect of the drug?

“mingyu?”, you ask, not sure if this was real.

“y/n, hey, it’s okay, im here now”, he says hurridely, pulling you onto his lap and you yelp in pain.

“shit sorry, but we need to get you out of here”, he explains.

“what are you doing here?”, you ask stupidly.

“i’m here for you, y/n. you didn’t come back and we got another threat and i knew something was wrong. fuck, i should have come earlier”, he explains.

“w-what about dino?”, you muster out with whatever strength you had.

“he’s here and he’s okay. we have the painting too. the van is down, i just need to get you out”, he says.

he tries to carefully scoop you in his arms but you whimper in pain again.

“i’m sorry but we’re almost there okay”, he assures, carrying you out. the jerks from the way he was running caused pain and you whined as he kept saying we were almost there. you hear dino’s faint voice as he opens the back of the van and mingyu rushes inside, gently laying you down on his lap.

“drive drive go!”, mingyu shouts, getting anxious.

“she’s hurt. badly”, dino adds.

“we should’ve brought wonwoo along, dammit. call him and ask him what to do to stop the bleeding”, mingyu commands.

“he-he injected something in me, some drug. said it would stop my organs and body functions within 36 hours”, you mumble out and mingyu’s face pales.

“how long as it been?”

“i don’t-maybe 24 hours”, you mumblr out, your memory hazy.

“here, wonwoo’s on the line”, dino says, holding out the phone so mingyu can speak on speakerphone.

“wonwoo, she’s bleeding out, she’s already lost a lot of blood, what do i do”, mingyu asks helplessly.

“just apply pressure to the wound and get her here”, he says, stern.

“fuck and he injected something in her, supposed to stop a person’s organs and body functions within 36 hours”, mingyu adds. “you can stop that right”, mingyu asks desperately and the line is silent for a few seconds.

“i don’t know it depends on how long it’s been-“

“24 hours”

“get her here, i’ll see what i can do”, wonwoo says, and the line drops.

he keeps talking to you so you can be conscious but after a ten minutes, you eyes start to close, and your body falters. your head starts to spiral and you get dizzy, seeing two mingyu’s above you.

“why are there two of you”, you ask no one in particular, starting to get delirious.

migyu’s pressure on your wound falters and you shrivel up in pain, the burning pain getting too much.

“it hurts, everything h-hurts”, you cry out softly and mingyu wishes he could do something to help ease the pain.

“i know baby you’re going to be okay, it’s going to be okay”, he says, panic evident in his eyes.

“hey hey y/n, don’t-“ mingyu pleads looking at you.

“mingyu”, dino says but he ignores him.

“y/n look at me”, he pleads, pulling you into him. your grip on his shirt loosens slowly and mingyu notices the way your hand falls down.

“fuck no no no, stay with me baby, i’m right here”, he pleads, almost crying but all you see is black as you lose consciousness.

(you were recovering in mingyu’s house since you couldn’t risk going to the hospital with an unknown drug in your system, it would cause a red siren everywhere and bring unwanted attention)

wonwoo tried his best to help save you but you were still lying unconscious after ten days. most of the drug had been flushed out of your system but it was taking some time for your body to recover from its effects.

“go get some rest mingyu”, wonwoo says as he walks in, seeing mingyu beside your bed.

“i need to be here when she wakes up”, mingyu says, his eyes red and his face tired from the lack of sleep.

“she’ll wake up, right?”, he asks for the tenth time today, hope reflecting in his tired eyes.

“i can’t make promises like that mingyu, it depends on the way her body is recovering”, wonwoo tells.

“this is all seungcheol’s fault”, mingyu declares, suddenly seeing red.

“where the fuck is he, he didn’t even come to see her once.”, mingyu adds, getting up.

“mingyu, you need to calm down.”

mingyu ignores wonwoo and shoves him to the side as he leaves for the safehouse in search of seungcheol.

“WHERE’S SEUNGCHEOL”, mingyu yells as he enters, causing seungkwan and vernon to jump and turn around.

“mingyu-"

“where the fuck is seungcheol?”, mingyu asks again, angry.

mingyu stalks ahead and bursts open the door to seungcheol’s office.

“this is all your fault”, mingyu says as seungcheol stands up from his desk and walks out a few steps before mingyu grabs seungcheol by the collar of his shirt.

“if you hadn’t sent y/n alone like i said, she’d be okay, she’d be okay”, mingyu spits out, seething in anger. “did you even go see her, do you know what he did?”, he adds.

“i know what happened and it’s unfortunate”, is all seungcheol says, making mingyu even more upset. in blinding anger, mingyu brings his hand up and lands a punch to seungcheol.

jeonghan runs in. “what-“, he asks but stops upon seeing the scene in front of him.

“im only letting this off because we got the painting”, seungcheol says, wiping his busted lip.

“fuck you, i bet you don’t even care if she dies”, mingyu spits stepping front again but jeonghan blocks him.

“she’ll live, she’s a fighter”, seungcheol tells before seungkwan comes along and he and jeonghan guide mingyu out.

that night mingyu is back home, laying next to your bed as wonwoo administers another round of IV.

“her wound is healing but slowly. it’s still a good sign that her body is functioning and working. otherwise, she would have gotten another infection if the drug had really affected her”, wonwoo says, hoping to bring some sort of relief to mingyu.

“you really love her don’t you”, wonwoo adds as he observes the way mingyu holds your hand.

“i should’ve insisted she doesn’t go alone, but she said she’d come back”, mingyu says defeated.

“if she doesn’t respond in another week, we’ll have to really do something then”, wonwoo tells, and by the way mingyu’s jaw clenches, he doesn’t like the sound of that.

mingyu stays by your bed that night, falling asleep and holding your hand.

you’re dreaming, someone is chasing you. you’ve been running for so long and you’re getting tired. you don’t even know where you’re running, you’re just running and running, hoping to find something.

mingyu stirs awake when he senses your grip on his hand tightening and he’s super alert.

“y/n?”, he asks softly.

someone is calling out to you. you can’t figure out where it’s coming from but you hear the sweet voice calling out my name again. you run towards the voice.

“y/n”, mingyu calls out again as he looks at you, trying to see if you can hear or understand him.

you’re running and running, trying to follow the voice and you vaguely make out a figure standing in front of you. the man stands out with his arms open as he calls out your name one last time and your eyes flutter open.

mingyu lets out a small gasp.

“mingyu”, you try to say, but no voice follows and you close your eyes again.

mingyu wastes no time in calling wonwoo, telling him the news and soon wonwoo is at the house.

“just keep an eye on her”, wonwoo explains saying he'll be back in the morning for a checkup.

in the morning, you wake up, a bit hazy but conscious. what woke you up was the pain and something cold and when you look down you realize your bandage had bled out, probably from sleeping on your side. you try to sit up but your arms give out, and your eyes close. you hear the faint steps of mingyu walking in and he says your name, rushing up to you. he gently sits down next to you, the bed dipping. 

“you’re awake, you’re awake”, he says, his hands fumlbing for his phone as he dials wonwoo. you slowly manage to turn and face him, blinking up at him in a daze. he looks down and see’s your bandage that’s bled out.

“im just going to change your bandage okay y/n”, he says to you and you weakly nod. he helps you sit up, lifting your shirt up ever so slightly so he can take off the soiled bandage and replace it. he gently cleans the wound with a wet cloth and you slightly hiss at the pain, your hands clawing at the bedsheet. you take a moment to look at mingyu as he carefully tends to my wound. the way his hair falls over his face, the way the light bounces off him, the way his brows are furrowed in concentration, the way his hands are gentle so that he doesn’t hurt you.

“mingyu”, you say softly and he looks up worried and surprised. this is the first time you talked.

“do you want something? water? or are you hungry? i made some rice porridge earlier i can just-“

“thank you”, you weakly say and try to smile at him, and at this, he crumbles. he gently moves his hands to envelope you as he slowly pulls you into him for a hug.

“i thought i’d lost you there”, mingyu admits softly and you can hear the fear in his voice.

“i’m a fighter”, you mumble out and he laughs.

“‘im just glad you’re awake now. i thought- i was really preparing myself for the worst”, he says, pulling away to look at you. his hand cups you cheek, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. you lean into his touch and rest your head on his chest.

over the next few days, mingyu makes sure you’re comfortable and okay. he’s always checking up on you and you start to feel better. you’re able to get up and walk a little and your wound is healing too. you’re in less pain and wonwoo is impressed and satisfied with the way you’ve been healing. 

“where’s dino? i hope he’s okay, i never got to see him afterward”, you say later one night. “do you want me to call them over?”, mingyu asks and you nod eagerly. 

you walk over to mingyu and sit down next to him on the couch, looking up at him as you lean against his arm and suddenly you remember - you owed him a kiss when you came back. you sit up a bit and mingyu seems to have caught you staring.

“what?”, he asks, looking at you lovingly. “did you want something?”, he adds.

you simply move so that you’re straddling his lap and before mingyu can say anything, you’re kissing him. he kisses you back a few seconds later and his hands rest on your waist. he moves his lips against yours and his hand tilts your jaw closer to him. your hands wrap around his neck as you tangle your fingers in his hair and mingyu lets out a soft groan as he pulls away.

“fuck. i missed that. i missed you”, he mumbles against your lips.

“i promised you a kiss when i came back right”. you say and he smiles.

“you remembered”

“a little too late if i have to say”

“i’m glad you’re back baby, i missed you so much”, he says again, leaning forward to kiss you again, chasing after your lips. his lips are soft against yours, but the way he’s kissing you is like he hasn’t seen you in years. he kisses you with yearning and emotion, with a sort of urgency. his hand grips your waist tighter but you let out a small yelp since the pain is still there as the wound was still healing and his grip softens.

“shit sorry”, he says, looking to make sure you was okay, only to kiss him back, wanting to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. you’re too busy to notice that wonwoo opened the door and the rest of the boys walked in on you both kissing.

“y/n i got your favorite-“ seungkwan starts but stops dead in his tracks upon catching you both.

you pull away and turn your head around to see seungkwan’s mouth hanging open before he smacks a hand over his mouth in shock. dino just gives you a small shy smile and smiles when you smile back at him. you’re about to move off when mingyu pulls you in for one last kiss, just to tease you as you whack his arm and he pulls away chuckling.

wonwoo looks at us as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “i thought i said no strenuous activities for y/n”, he says, looking straight at mingyu.

“she started it”, mingyu says, throwing you in the fire as he gently slides you off him.

“what no! i–“, you start but falter, the words crumbling.

hoshi is immediately by your side, asking you if you’re okay and what happened before he starts pestering you for more details about how mingyu and you started liking each other because in his knowlege you hated him so now he need to know all the gossip and details.

after a few more months, you’re all healed but wonwoo still makes you do a checkup once every month, to make sure you were healing okay and that there were no leftover effects of the drug in your body.

2 years later

“baby i told you not to wear that fuck”, mingyu groans in your ear as he pulls you into a tiny room to hide from the security guards looking for you both.

“concentrate, we still need to get the gold bars”, you say, adjusting his tie as he pushes you into the wall.

“you look so fucking hot i told you that you’d get in trouble if you wore that”, he says, whispering against your ear.

after you healed and got back in the field, you and mingyu had been on countless missions together. this time you had to steal some gold bars from a corrupt politician, and once again to build connections and friends, you had to pose as a married couple. so here you were.

“my wife likes to be a brat sometimes”, he mumbles before pecking your lips.

“watch it, im not your wife”, you say, poking his arm.

“not yet, but i can change that”, he says, giving you a wink.

you stare up at him tilting your head to the side. “are you proposing to me, mingyu?”, you ask.

“maybe”, he says with a goofy smile as he leans in to close the gap between you with a kiss.

and yes, you did successfully steal the gold bars and you maybe tortured the corrupt politician a little, but everyone needs to have a little fun right?

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Play Nicely - Lee Chan

Synopsis: "I got a preview of what it would be like not to be yours, and I hated it so much."

Pairing: Idol! Dino x fem reader

Genre: PG-13 - slight angst, slightttttt smutttt if you squint, jealousy ft. The8, established relationship, possession

Word Count: 2.1k

Dino wasn't used to sitting on the dance floor, being in charge of the music. He was normally the one in front of the mirror, learning the choreography. This time around though, Dino had to take the backseat in order for Minghao to practice the choreography for his upcoming music video.

He was in the midst of preparing for his newest solo single. It was a bit sexier of a concept compared to Hai Cheng released last year. This time around, it had a heavy influence compared to the group's Light A Flame number. Minghao wanted to step out of his comfort zone, to show off his full range of dancing capabilities especially now that his collarbone has fully healed.

Being the good friend that you are, you volunteered to help Minghao with the choreography. By no means were you a professional like the rest of the group, or really like any extra the company could have hired. However, you wanted to take a challenge. You've always been curious about the world of dance, especially after watching Dino command the stage with his capabilities.

Minghao was ecstatic about the opportunity. Not only because he could take his time since you were helping as a friend, but he felt more comfortable doing the dance with someone he knew. This style of dance was newer to him as a solo performer, so being able to do it without feeling like he was going to waste someone's time really benefitted his learning process.

Dino was also very blessed to see you step up to help one of his friends. The maknae was a bit hesitant to introduce you to his friend group. He knew his members could be intimidating but also knew he was often subject to most of the teasing. Not always, but most of it when Mingyu was MIA. He just didn't want to give them anymore ammunition or have you dragged into it.

It brought him great joy to see how easily you were accepted by the group. Sure, there was some teasing here and there. However, his 12 brothers were just pleased to see their youngest happy. That is all they wanted for him anyway.

You were wearing a blank tank top, your hair pulled back into a high ponytail. You were also wearing a pair of black leggings. Your facial expression showed you were relaxed. Maybe the two of you should take dance classes together? He was intrigued by the opportunity to see you dance, wondering what you were capable of.

"I'm just afraid of making a fool out of myself," Minghao explained. He ran his hand through his hair as he stood before you.

Being the comforting friend that you, you placed your hands on Minghao's shoulders. Staring into his eyes, you smiled gently. "You're not going to make a fool of yourself. You're one of the best dancers I know, Hao. We'll practice for however long you need so you can feel confident." Minghao smiled at you, nodding at your words

While Dino knew the interaction was innocent, he couldn't help but feel the sting in his heart. One of the best dancers you knew? What about him? He bit his lip as he stood up straighter. He could out dance Minghao if given the chance.

The rehearsal started lighthearted. Minghao was showing you the basic dance moves and keeping enough distance, so you could learn through trial and error. The three of you would laugh at the moments of awkwardness. it helped you feel at ease to be out of your element. It was such a lighthearted environment.

"Why don't we try it this time with the music? I think you got the basics of the dance down now, y/n!" "I can also pause it if you need to go over the steps again," Dino reminded.

You looked excited to try it with the music, and Dino and Minghao wanted to help you keep that enthusiasm. They were honestly grateful you were willing to help out, but wanted to keep it fun for you as this was a new experience.

However, once the music began to play, the mood shifted. it went from innocent and playful to seductive and intense. The track was a bit deeper than Seventeen's more lighthearted, poppy sounds they've been doing over the past few months. Quite frankly, it screamed sex appeal.

Dino has never wanted so desperately to pause the music, pause the intensity between the two of you. But he didn't want to be selfish.

Realizing where he was, he let out a sharp breath through his nostrils. He did his best to compose himself, not wanting to make a scene especially when he was with you and one of his best friends. He had to control himself. Neither of you were doing anything malicious, nor would you ever. You loved Dino too much to ever do something so careless whereas Minghao had too much respect for your relationship and the two of you as people.

Dino was just starting to realize maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

His blood boiled as Minghao's eyes were trained on you. You were able to capture the attention of everyone in the room. And honestly, Dino loved watching you thrive and flourish in anything you did. You could just be cooking up lunch for the two of you, and he was always left speechless.

Internally, he knew he should be grateful that his best friend was looking out for you. You meant the world to each member, especially since they knew how happy you made their maknae. And Minghao was doing everything he could to make sure you didn't get hurt while dancing.

It just wasn't far that Minghao got to be this close to you when that's all Dino was craving. He was craving the feeling of your body heat against his. He wanted to stare into your eyes until the world stopped spinning. And honestly, he wanted to be the first and only dance partner you had.

As the song played, Dino's jealousy just grew. Minghao guided you in where to place your hands, how to move your hips. It made Dino's mind fuzzy as he remembered all the things your body was capable of, how good you could make him feel. But he was seeing red as he watched Minghao maneuver you around, how your hands trailed his body.

The ending post is what drove Dino feral. Your back was fully pressed up against Minghao's chest. Your head was tilted back to face him thanks to the light hold Minghao had on your neck, his thumb on your jawline. His other hand rested on your hip, close to your upper thigh to keep you close.

The only sound that filled the air as the music died out was the sound of you two breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling. Dino was only used to that sound when it was the two of you in his bed.

Sensing eyes burning through him, Minghao looked over. He was about to ask for Dino's opinion but froze when he saw the glare Dino held. It was so unlike his younger member, so he was a bit surprised. Yet, he was intrigued to see how else he could push his buttons.

Leaning in close to you, Minghao whispered in your hear. He made sure he kept a bit of distance as to not overwhelm you, but give the impression Minghao was kissing your ear. Anything to drive Dino up the wall.

"Why don't we take a five? Give your lover boy a chance to breathe?"

You tilted your head in confusion before taking a look over at Dino. You've never seen him with his jaw clenched so tightly. You were afraid he was going to break his teeth with that kind of hold on his jaw.

Untangling your bodies, Minghao and you stepped away from with each other. Even though you were aching to know what was bothering your boyfriend, you were overjoyed with how well that first run-through went.

"I'm going to get us some water. Be right back," Minghao announced almost too happily.

I should have nothing to worry about. It's my best friend fulfilling his goal, but it just happens to be with my girlfriend. With his hands all over MY girlfriend. Fuck this.

Once you two were the only ones in the room, you turned towards your boyfriend. You couldn't help the gentle smile that tugged onto your lips at the sight of your pouty boy. Dino has always been seen as far more mature for his age, probably because he wanted to fit in with his hyungs since Seventeen's debut days. Yet, in this moment, he resembled a little boy who was not getting his way.

You were taking tiny steps towards Dino. You were convinced he hasn't moved an inch since rehearsals started. He was sitting up straight with his back against the glass.

"Have I ever told you I hate sharing?" He grumbled.

You giggled and shook your head. Your reaction caused Dino's scowl to deepen as his head shot up towards you. "Sorry," you whispered, apologizing for your reaction. You didn't want to just cast his feelings to the side. This was just a side of Dino you've never experienced before.

"Baby boy, you're not sharing me with anyone." "Damn right I'm not," he muttered.

Before you could even respond, Dino leaned forward to grab your wrists. You gasped lightly at the movement but allowed Dino to guide you in the direction he desired. He gently pulled you down so you straddled his lap. His knees propped up so you could lean back and rest against them.

Once you got situated in the new position, his hands let go of your wrists. Instead, they perched themselves on your hips to keep you secured on his lap. Your arms wrapped around Dino's neck. One hand resting on the base of his neck, the other on the back of his head.

"You only go home with me at the end of the day."

Dino didn't know what took over him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently at first against your neck. Your fingers gently running through his hair now, gripping slightly. The action caused him to growl against your skin, causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach. His lips were like a magnet to your neck.

"Don't ever think I'm willing to let anyone get that close to you again. You hear me?" The kisses were no longer soft pecks. They were open-mouth kisses that traveled up and down your neck, as if he was searching for it.

As his lips were right by where your jaw and neck connect, you felt your breathing hitch. You pulled yourself closer, unaware that the movement had caused you to rub against Dino's hardening boner. His teeth sink into your neck before he began sucking on it to ease the temporary ache.

He needed to get you home. Or at least somewhere where nobody could walk in on you two.

"You drive me absolutely mad, baby girl. I'm so lucky." "And I'm all yours," you reminded him again.

His mind got fuzzy at the softness of your voice. He squeezed your hips lovingly before letting his tongue glide over the reddish-purple hickey forming on your neck. Just one mark that would remind everyone who you belonged to.

"I guess I'm not filming dance rehearsal today," Minghao announced.

Hearing Minghao's voice, you blushed hard. You were going to move off of Dino, wanting to apologize for the PDA. Yet, Dino didn't let you move. If anything, his grip tightened on you to keep you planted on his lap.

Also so Minghao didn't see the boner that was becoming more and more prominent.

Dino slowly pulled away before looking over at his older member. His body was a bit relaxed even though he still wished he could swap places with Minghao in a few minutes. Minghao looked amused, not knowing that his younger brother could get jealous so easily.

"Sorry, Minghao," Dino chuckled. 'I just couldn't help myself." "You could have at least waited until rehearsal was done. At least you didn't make my dance partner too sore she couldn't move. I'd like to just finish and get one ore run-through down."

The two of you nodded, understanding Minghao's request. You were here to help him after all. Turning towards your boyfriend, you kissed his cheek lingeringly. You could feel his smile grow beneath the kiss. "We'll pick up later," you promised him.

His heart skipped a beat at the thought.

As you pushed yourself up off of his lap, there was a loud gasp behind you. "Dude, you have a boner?! In our dance studio?! I'm going to have to bleach my eyes after this!"

And there's the normal dynamic Dino was used to.

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[atozfic]

a twist of the knife.

pairing. ghostface!wooyoung x fem!reader. synopsis. halloween night and you're all alone, boyfriend far from home. you've got plans- big plans- with a fully charged vibrator and a phone. what a shame you forget to check the number before picking up. warnings. slasher fic! pwp, daddy kink, noncon cheating, noncon (don't like it? don't bite it!), masturbation (f&m), sex-toys, degradation, name-calling, dirty talk, knife kink?, mask kink!, implied stalking, mentions of murder word count. 4.6k hyde’s input. listen, kids, sometimes mother (me) can't serve a three coursed meal, ok? sometimes, all mother (me) can serve are dino-nuggies and overcooked chips. just eat your meal and flush your shit when you're done (aka, this is lazy writing and i'm not 100% satisfied with this fic but i'm also too tired to try harder i'm sorry <3)

truth be told, you’ve started without him.

you’d waited, a whole twenty minutes longer than you were supposed to.

twenty two minutes and you sent a text.

babe?

the message was delivered.

no reply came your way.

another text, from you.

i should be naked by now :(

and then another.

come make me cum, u loser.

and a final message, once more from you.

or i’ll get someone else to do it <3

minutes passed, no reply came, and you stayed true to your word.

technically.

because, technically, nowhere does it say you can’t be that someone else who makes you cum.

spread on your bed, body draped in pretty black lace, only the light of a single lamp- a cheesy plastic jack-o-lantern bought by your dearest boyfriend- to shadow your movements.

the shadow dances in time with the fingers that brush down your soft skin, the drag of your sharpened nails bringing a thrilling chill down your spine.

your fingers settle, at last, on your heaving chest. they slide over the delicate fabric, scratch at the skin beneath. graze over one of your nipples, and pause.

you try to mimic his movements, memorise the perfectly choreographed routine he uses to drive you wild.

it’s hard to achieve, no matter how much you pinch and roll the hardening bud between your fingers, when your hands are not his.

too soft, too textured.

too small, too big.

too everything.

you miss the brush of his hardened fingertips, and the callous ways in which he teases you. and his gravel-deep, chocolate-smooth voice, echoing soliloquies of filth. and his thinly-dipped hips, flowing with yours in a demonstration of true poetry in motion.

suddenly, your ire grows tenfold.

because damn him for being miles away, partying in a city you’ve never been.

and damn his friends for suggesting the “boys” trip.

and damn him even more for agreeing to go and leaving you all alone.

it works in your favour, this ire, stealing away a pinch of the guilt from not waiting on him and replacing it with a heavy dose of vengeful craving.

you’d asked him to spend halloween with you house-sitting your childhood home, he made plans with his friends instead.

he’d asked you to let him see the first time you cum tonight, you’re making plans with your mirror instead.

opening your bedside drawer, you blindly reach in and find what you’re looking for: a pretty, soft, purple rabbit. it’s fully charged, in preparation for the night your boyfriend had promised you.

a night he’s now thirty six minutes and four texts late to.

you shimmy yourself further down the bed, till your feet dangle off the edge and the reflected version of you is positioned at just the right angle to witness the gathering wetness between your thighs, dampening the overpriced panties.

spreading your legs a little wider, you press the bunny to life.

in pulsing rhythms, it vibrates in your grasp, teasing the pleasure it aims to deliver as soon as you place it against your core.

instead, you switch it off.

decide you’re not ready yet.

he wouldn’t be ready yet.

a teaser, he’s a man who takes pleasure in watching you squirm, plead, beg for something, anything.

the mere memory of your boyfriend is enough to have your hips rolling up against the air, nothing but the squeeze of the fabric against your cunt to soothe the burn. a finger,  middle- always the middle-, slips past your lips.

welcoming it, you feel it growing wetter at your touch, swirling your tongue around it.

your eyes fall shut. you try to picture him and his pretty-boy grin, remember just the way he likes it.

get daddy’s fingers nice and wet, pretty girl.

that’s what he’d say, because that’s what you are.

his pretty girl.

the prettiest girl.

pathetic and for your ears only, a whimper falls as you pluck your hand from your mouth. skipping over the part where he tortures you with feather-like brushes of his hands down your body, blunt ends of his nails scratching up goosebumps and leaving behind thing trails of red markings, you instead shoot directly for your core.

in the mirror, your legs inch a little wider and your teeth latch onto your bottom lip as the contrasting chill of your hand cups over the burning heat of your cunt. the scratch of red lace between your skin grows your arousal by tenfold, the cooling wet of your saliva slickened finger pressing the soaked fabric against your dripping seam.

you push a little more, hooking the tip of your finger at your entrance and squirm as the lace pinches tighter at your hips, digging marks into your skin that you’ll later compare to the one’s he so often leaves.

in the orange hue of your room, you let your mind trail off once more as you shift to sit up, knees pressing into the mattress, legs bent backwards and both feet tucked under the swell of your ass.

the image in the mirror is pure pornography: your hair still damp from an earlier shower, red lace covering pretty skin, nipples poking out against the fabric of your bra, your manicured nails resting at the apex of your thighs, teasing their way over soaked panties.

you look hot.

fuckable.

eyes slipping shut briefly, the image of him conjures behind you. his broad chest pressed against your back, his large hands roaming over your waist, his soft lips pressing indecencies into your neck.

as quickly as it appears, it disapeears, and your eyes reopen to the reality of your lonely bedroom and your lonely bed, no one upon it but you.

and the purple toy.

it’s in your grasp in a count of three seconds- no less- and buzzing to life with the delicate press of a button.

in the mirror, your thighs clench.

loneliness leads to anger leads to action, readjusting your legs a little wider and guiding the pulsating toy over your lower stomach and inching it’s way down, down, down under the hem of the expensive thong.

a fire stroked to life, the heat that comes along in the initial seconds of pleasure has your spine shooting up straight, knees digging further into the springs of the mattress as your clit welcomes the new feeling pulsing against it.

watching as your reflection cants her hips up, chasing after the waves delivered by the toy, you set to find a rhythm in all your blues.

you push aside the fact this should be your boyfriend’s mouth on your cunt, tongue lapping at your clit and fingers burrowing in between your clenching walls, and not some rubber toy.

you ignore the inherent shyness and discomfort that comes with watching yourself in this position, making eye-contact in the mirror as you fantasise about another pair of hands.

you lay to rest the stress that no contact from your boyfriend brings you, a sting of tears threatning you if you let your mind wander too far into the attrocities of life, the attrocities riddling your college campus over the past few months.

a senior, stabbed to death in his dorm.

a freshman, found discarded at the side of the road.

your friend, wide-eyed and lifeless, slumped against your bed in your dormroom-

no.

you press at the toy again, it’s pulses grow more intense, more rapid, full throttle on your pleasure till it clouds you in that heady scent of sex and drowns you in the need for release.

just as you grow closer by the minute, the sweetest little whines making their way past your bitten lips, your ringtones blairs.

loud, and clear.

it’s murder on the dancefloor, familiar lyrics echo in the small room, screen lighting up behind you. you’d better not kill the groove, dj gonna burn this goddamn house-

you don’t look, just grab blindly at where you’d left it, tossed aside and forgotten in your frustration.

hit accept, press the phone to your ear and wait.

to hear his apology, his excuses, his ways to make it up to you.

but there’s only breathing.

heavy breathing.

it reminds you of your own, thighs still shaking and the toy still faintly brushing over your slick coated clit.

“took you long enough,” you’re the first to break the ice, praying you don’t sound as shaky as you feel.

a huh rings down the line, grainy. poor signal.

he must still be out, you figure.

“i thought you’d never call,” you’re pouty, purposeful in you approach to teasing him before you deliver a killing-blow to his ego: you’ve started without him. “and i was getting so lonely.”

for effect, you press on the button again, listen as the toy gets louder as it vibrates more intensely, waves rippling your skin even as you pry it back from your clit, enjoying it’s pleasure only in the way it moves against your panties.

you wonder if he hears it too.

you want him to hear.

there’s a sharp inhale, spanning a handful of seconds and leaving you with the imagery of his head falling back, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

it says nothing, yet everything.

he’s frustrated.

he’s chastising.

he’s turned on.

“why’d you make me wait, daddy?” you say it and hope it hits a nerve. hope he’s squirming in his seat, surrounded by his friends and praying not a single one notices the tent being pitched in his pants. “that wasn’t very nice of you.”

you give an experimental roll of your hips, feeling the buzzing toy nudge against you once more, coaxing back to life the orgasm you’d let down.

a dramatised gasp leaves your mouth, aiming for him to take notice of it and just think about what you’re doing to yourself.

“no,” he finally talks and you hate how quickly your anger is to melt away, one foul swoop of his smooth voice and you melt into a puddle, waiting to be splashed around by him. “wasn’t nice of me at all, was it?”

the toy between your legs continues to hum away, coaxing you to try another roll, dip your hips down onto it.

a moan- admitedly, a bit exagerated- fills the room.

there’s no doubt he heard it.

“you sound a bit weird, baby,” in the mirror, you watch yourself tilt your head to the side, pressing the phone between your ear and your shoulder. it frees up your other hand to roam freely over your breasts, rolling one of your nipples through the lace. “is the connection bad?”

he doesn’t answer.

down the line, you pick up on more heavy breathing.

it makes you long harder for him, visualising him there, pressed up against you, heavy breathing in your ear as the tension builds between you, culminating in the buckling of your knees and the grabbing of your ass, propping you up at his desired height to pile-drive his cock into you.

in a desperate appeal for his attention, you dip the vibrator lower, pressing it’s nub against your opening, squealing at the foreign intrusion.

“d’you hear that, daddy? my pussy’s all wet,” a filthy squelch rings true as you replace the toy with your finger, squeezing it’s way into your hole. “she’s all tight with no one to stretch her out.”

the possibility that you’re setting feminism back by several centuries crosses your mind, but it’s quickly pushed aside for images of your boyfriend forcing you onto all-fours and taking you from behind, pulling at your hair to force you to stare straight ahead at the very same mirror that used to display you playing dress-up as a little girl, now displaying the way you’re sweaty and defiled.

“now, that’s just not true, pumpkin,” his voice tuts down the phone, and the disapproving tone is enough to have you slipping a second finger into your cunt. “and no one likes a liar.”

if you weren’t knuckles deep in yourself, fingers scissoring you open as you give the occasional brush of the buzzing toy over your clit, maybe you’d know what he was talking about.

instead, all you can muster is a breathless what.

“c’mon, pretty, i’ve seen that video of you taking it like a champ. stretched that slutty pussy out on all ten of those bright pink inches.”

oh.

oh.

truth be told, you wondered if he’d even seen that video you’d sent him, all shy and bashful, wanting to show off the new toy you’d gotten yourself. he’d merely reacted with a heart- and then never once brought it up, ever again.

“are you going to keep me waiting?”

you should say yes.

tell him it’s his punishment, for ignoring your texts, and partying too late, and not being beside you on the bed.

but you’re a sucker for him, caving in at his rougher than usual tone.

scurrying off your mattress, you press the phone closer to your ear and listen to the rustling of fabric on his end.

a zipper is undone.

it’s followed by a sigh of relief, one that has you picturing him freeing his cock from the confines of his too-tight jeans.

“chop, chop, pretty! i’m losing my patie-”

“i found it!” you exclaim, louder than you should.

but who cares, when you’ve got your hand wrapped around the bright pink dildo, pride flushing over your face.

“so you can fetch,” he mutters it. it’s hard to hear him, really, but you don’t want to complain. don’t want to risk him hanging up and leaving you high and dry- well, high and wet. “good to know you’re good for something.”

it’s addictive, his passiveness, coaxing you to squeeze your thighs together.

your panties are sticky with your own residue, your nipples are hard within their circumferential coffins, your fingers are soaked as they grip the pulsing toy.

you’ve still not turned it off.

“now, sit yourself down in front of that mirror and show daddy how you ride it.”

you’re across the room in a matter of seconds, slipping down so easily onto your knees, right in front of the floor-length mirror. pressing the dildo down on the ground, you listen as the suction cup sticks it in place, standing bright, and pink, and tall.

“i’m-” the call drops before you can finish your sentence.

you’re left in silence, once more, humming down the line.

it doesn’t last, phone screen lighting up once more.

only, this time, it’s a face-time call.

you waste no time on patience, blindly hitting accept and admiring the way you come in to view, back camera on and pointed directly at the your reflection.

you’re on display, down on your knees and awaiting his next command.

tearing your ego away from the small square you occupy on the screen you audibly whine at the view from his camera.

lowlights, casting shadows around him.

his head is out of frame, camera angled down onto his body.

his clothing is all black- his jeans, his t-shirt, the ring that sits round his index finger-, the only splash of colour coming from his tanned hand, curled around the base of his cock.

tugged out of his jeans, it’s red at the tip and leaking precum.

this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him this way, obviously, yet something is different.

something you like.

something that has your mouth watering and your tastebuds begging to taste the tangy, salty drip of his seed smeared all over them.

“well? get on with it, pretty girl,” tonight, he’s arrogant. demanding. “don’t quit while you’re ahead.”

staring forward, you make eye contact with yourself as you gather up the saliva in your mouth and let it drip down on to the plastic tip sitting in front of you. your free hand’s quick to wrap itself around the toy, soaking itself in your spit and working it’s way down the toy’s shaft, slickening the silicone.

on the screen, his own hand imitates yours, giving himself a slow stroke. it’s accompanied with a pleased hum.

“fucking look at you, a goddamn natural at touching cock,” his praise warms your heart and speeds up your hand, another glob of spit falling down onto the dildo, getting it prepped to nestle it between your thighs. “it’s what slut’s like you live for, ain’t it? taking it from anyone who’ll give it.”

god, you want to say no. you really do.

but you’re hardly in a position to argue your case, soaked panties and heaving chest, willing to do just about anything he asks of you.

“don’t be shy, c’mon, let me see how good that little pussy of yours is.”

inching yourself closer, knees dragging on the floor below, you grind against the pink toy, eyes rolling back as it brushes between your panty-clad folds, nudging at your clit.

“move them to the side,” miles away, and resigned to merely your cellphone, he puppets you, invisible strings tethered between his voice and your hands, willing and ready to move anyway he commands them too. “wanna watch you take it.”

you do as he says. hook your fingers into the red lace, slide it to one side and ignore the way it digs and scratches into your skin, bunched up tight against it.

first, you make sure you're in view, hand as steady as it can be and pointed straight ahead at the mirror.

then, you let yourself sink down.

take just the tip, feel it prod at your entrance and stretch you open, a greedy cunny willing to fit anything and everything to get the sweet release of friction.

you suck a breath in through your teeth, let it out through your nose.

in earnest, you’d forgotten the sheer girth of the toy and, eyeing your reflection and witnessing the offensively pink silicone cock beneath you fills you with a trickle of regret.

the plan this evening was just to use your vibrator and trusty fingers, not stretch yourself open beyond sense.

then again, the plan this evening had been for him to call you nearly three quarters of an hour earlier, blushy cheeked and wide-eyed, smiling down at you through his camera.

“pft, that’s pathetic,” he scoffs from within your phone screen, hand no longer working over his length. it rests, instead, beneath his balls, toying with the skin and rolling the heft of them over his veined hands. “you’re pathetic. ‘s that all you’re gonna take, huh?”

you take it like a challenge, just like he knew you would.

smoothing your free hand over your thigh, you feel the rigid muscles beneath and will them to relax, let go, give in to need to be full. moments later, you watch in the mirror as you sink further down on the toy.

it’s hard to recognise yourself this way and it sparks questions of if this is how he sees you, all dressed up and messed up, lips swollen at the hands of your own teeth, lashes damp with your own tears.

you really are the prettiest girl.

“tick-tock, time’s moving. keep going.”

as you sink down on the rest of the toy, heart in your throat as all your nerves spark ablaze, your eyes are on him, watching in grainy picture as he delicately runs his finger up the underside of his cock. he traces a vein and it has him jolting, a whimpered laugh quietly playing through your speakers.

“that’s it, knew you could do it for me,” it really is all for him, his praise merely a consequence of your compliance. “good to know you’re not a complete brain-dead idiot.”

the heat of your childhood bedroom is stiffling, choking you on it’s syrupy air, the heady stench of lust dancing up to your nostrils.

you wonder if his surroundings are the same: clammy, sex-smelling, erotic.

"tell me how it feels," he demands.

"full," is all you manage, head slumping forward and granting you the view from above of your puffy lips, squeezing around the toy’s base.

“for a slut like you? that’s nothing.”

he’s tempting you, cock on full display on your phone-screen.

it has you salivating, walls clenching around the pink silicone.

you’ve never wanted him so bad, needed him so bad.

in your hand, in your mouth, in you.

cock-hungry and touchstarved, you whine his name and beg for something you’ve yet to even understand.

all that you know is you need him, all of him, and you need him to feel the same.

“what’re you waiting for, an invitation?” oh, he growls, voice scratching on his ire and desperation. it’s spine-tingling. “start fucking the toy, princess.”

the first thrust is the deepest.

lifting yourself right off the toy, feeling the over-exaggerated tip of it resting between your folds, you sink back down with a single slam of your hips, hand jutting forward to grab at the mirror.

fingerprints on the glass, you try not to think about how you’ll have to clean it later.

“‘s that all you got?” he’s mean tonight, you think, his praise far more scarce than you’re used to. usually, you take an inch and he’s ready to throw you a parade. you like this side, though, like the fight for approval. “i’ve seen nuns take it faster than that.”

it’s hypochondria.

it’s a simile.

it’s symbolism.

it’s a lie.

but you let it get to you, let it fester down into your loins and build itself a nest within, infecting your bloodstream with it’s elusive possibilities.

you come down on the toy again, and follow it up with another quick lift of your hips, your own slick leaving it’s shiny residue on the dildo as you watch it slide out of you.

when you glance at the screen, you can see he’s started stroking his cock, shameless and unfiltered moans and whimpers coming from somewhere off screen.

usually, he’s a groaner, a grunter, snuffing out his little noises with presses of his lips to your skin, and teeth piercing into flesh.

this is another welcomed change.

matching the rhythm of his wrist, you begin to ride the plastic cock in earnest, letting yourself get lost in the fantasies of him beneath you, hands pawing at your waist and fingernails indenting your delicate skin.

his filth riddled rambles continue on, lyrics to the symphony of music created as you play yourselves like instruments, plucking the right string and stroking the right chord to make your music play.

“that’s it, pretty, fill that greedy pussy up.”

his hand speeds up.

your wrists chase to catch up.

“dirty slut, answering calls while she’s touching herself.”

up, and down.

and up, and down.

you’re fighting the muscle cramp in your thigh, and willing yourself to get rid of that hyper-aware conscious of yours, surrender yourself to ebb and flow of electric currents taking hold of your senses.

“just desperate for anyone to see you like this, aren’t you?”

you’re not even aware of your own head nodding, or the chants of yes, yes, yes that you’re giving.

you’re just living for the drag of the toy, in and out, filling you to the brim.

the reflection paints a portrait, an artwork for any eyes who dare witness. messy hair, running mascara, smeared lipstick. panties pushed aside, cunt on display, tits bouncing in lace confines each time your hips fall back down.

you watch as this sex-goddess version of you reaches out her hand, grasping fingers at the rabbit and bringing a burst of purple to the space between your thighs.

there’s no care to fix the setting, just a squeeze of a button and away you go, vibrator pressed to your clit as you fuck yourself on the toy again, and again, and again.

he hums in approval, calls you his smart slut, and you keen at his words, eyes glazing over with tears.

it’s all becoming too much.

too overwhelming.

you’re ready to crash and burn, open the floodgates to hell and throw yourself into the lakes of pleasure.

“hmm, pretty girl, y’know red really is your colour,” he’s embarrassingly more composed than you are. not a shake in his breath, not a stutter to his words. just the occasional moan, and the visible tightening of his fingers around his cock. “i’d love to see you dripping in it.”

everything comes crashing inwards. the length of the toy, ramming into you each time your hips crash down on it; the buzz of the vibrator, rippling your skin and stealing your sense; the erotic display of him, legs spread wide as he fucks up into his hand, tiny flecks of precum staining his skin. it’s all too much stimuli, sending you full throttle of the edge of reality.

you cum with a gasp, a cry, a shiver down your spine and a bust of warmth between your legs. like raging waters, the feeling flows, and crashes, and stains everything in it’s soaking madness.

it’s on your thighs, on the floor, even on the mirror, visual evidence of a climax you never knew was possible for yourself.

“fuck, fuck!” he’s still going, more desperate than ever, the repeated schlick-schlick of his hand taking over the beating of your heart. “d’you just squirt, huh? filthy, filthy pussy, got herself and all her belongings wet. go on, don’t be shy, lick your mirror clean-”

your phone buzzes.

it’s a fight through the orgasmic haze to read the screen.

yunho <3 - sorry babe, the guys keep buying rounds

yunho <3 - promise i’ll phone you as soon as i can

it takes reading it twice more to really read it.

process it.

understand it.

your heart drops to your stomach.

your lungs swell till they threaten to burst out your ribs.

your legs scramble off the toy, head shaking frantically.

no, no, no.

“what’s wrong, pumpkin?” god, you feel sick.

that’s not your boyfriend’s voice.

you watch the phone, paralysed in your own fear.

there he appears, in all his masked glory, haunting you straight out of your nightmares.

that very same mask, months ago, stood in your room watching over you, a blood soaked knife in his hand and your dead roommate at his feet.

“c’mon, silly girl, don’t tell me you didn’t know,” his words fill your throat with bile. because he’s right, how did you not know? “no, mister ghostface, i just thought my boyfriend’s cock got fatter! pathetic.”

oh god, oh god. yunho, you picture him now, sat among his seven friends, joking over alcohol infused delusions and awaiting his return to his hotel room, to call you and give you the night he’d promised you.

meanwhile, you’re naked, and afraid, and still reeling from the orgasm you’d let this crazed murderer prey witness to.

to make matters worse, you hate the way you’re not as scared as you should be.

or, really, that you’re as turned on as you are put off by the idea of this cruel torturer.

visions of riding that hollow-cheeked mask are fleeting, but vivid enough to have your eyes welling in shameful tears and your legs jumping in remorseful delight.

“you still want it, don’t you?” you should be looking away, hanging up, calling the police. not staring, wide-eyed and unblinking, as the man- the monster on your screen slaps the head of his hard cock against a toned stomach. and you definitely shouldn’t imagine him slapping the head of his cock against your asshole, teasing you with the fear of being defiled only to plunge deep into your cunt in one foul swoop. “yeah, you do. can see you rubbing your thighs together just at the sight of it. bet you’d like to know how’d it feel to be fucked nice and full of me while my knife’s pressed to your throat. just edging you between your orgasm and your deat-”

you hang up.

sit back.

count to ten.

ten.

nine.

eight.

seven.

your ringtone blares again.

unknown caller.

you hit ignore.

restart counting.

make it to four this time.

it calls again.

ignore.

ignore.

ignore.

you phone buzzes.

the notification reads unknown - 1 message.

messenger opens.

a picture.

of your house, taken from across the street. it’s dark, only the light of your bedroom and, within it, the blurred image of you. earlier, fresh out the shower wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

you phone buzzes, once more, and a text appears just beneath the image.

unknown- close ur courtains, u never know who’s watching.

you take a deep breath, stare out your window.

type out a reply.

curtains*

and block the number.

#ateez smut #jung wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #jung wooyoung x reader

[icarus-does-fall]

I wrote this in 45 minutes?

It's sickeningly sweet fluff cause sometimes ya just need that (I im writing so much angst in every other fic I needed some quick fluffy ones)

Jason Todd x reader (gender neutral, no pronouns used)

Uhhh it's a regression fic leave me alone, I'll throw hands if ya mean about it (Jason just has caregiver vibes okay???)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

You and Jason had been dating for the better part of a year, and just recently had he trusted you enough to explain why he’d been coming home to you covered in bruises and even still occasionally bleeding. It took the whole night and into the morning but you got all your questions answered- Your boyfriend was the Red Hood. Damn how you should’ve figured that out on your own but you did have your own things going on too.

You owned and ran your own business- You made jewelry and clothes, selling online and through vendors on occasion, it was a lot to handle but it made good money and it was a job doing things you enjoyed. You made your own hours too as long as you kept up with the demand and kept everything stocked.

Everything was going smoothly between you two, long nights on occasion and sometimes it took actual planning to make a date night but neither of you minded too much. Jason was out saving the city whenever he was needed and you had a business to run, you both did so without issue as well. At least, until the next few months came and went.

Your business blew up, getting more attention than you’d ever been used to leaving you overworking yourself to try and keep up with every order, you had even unknowingly pushed Jason away. He knew you were stressed but he was still offended by the fact that you weren’t confiding in him or letting yourself take a break. So when you finally broke down, he was there in a moment's notice, even blowing off his patrol- sending out quick texts to his siblings to have someone cover for him so he could be there for you.

Tim responded first- while all of his brothers, and Cas and Stephine- adored you, Tim was of course the one willing to help out whenever Jason asked. Mostly because Jason almost never asked for anything.

So when you curled up on the couch, dressed in your pajamas with Bluey playing in the background, Jason took the spot at your side and threaded his hands through your hair as he softly kissed the top of your head.

“Hey little one, you doing okay?”

You looked up at Jason with a pout and you shook your head, there were dark circles under your eyes and unshed tears threatening to fall the moment he asked the question. “No- Jay theres just too much to do. I tried and and tried to keep on top of it all but ‘m squished.”

Jason chuckled softly and pulled you into his side, lightly ruffling your hair, which you huffed at and tried to swat his hand away. “Aw come on bat, you know you can always take breaks yeah? You're the one in charge, your customers are on your time.”

You laid your head on his chest, your eyes flickering towards the show- Grannies was the current episode, it always made you laugh and giggle but right now you were just too exhausted to feel much of anything. “But…-”

“No buts little bat, there's no reason for you to ever work yourself like this. I know I do it and so do my dad and brothers but you see how Alfred scowleds us for that whenever we nearly drop unconscious.”

You nestled into his chest with a sigh and fiddled with his free hand. “Jay?”

“Yeah bat?”

“We have chocolate milk?”

Jason grinned and laughed, placing another soft kiss on the top of your head before pulling you into a hug. “Yeah I think we still have some chocolate milk, want it in your dino cup little bat?”

“Mhmshmm yeah… And and! Strawberries! Please…”

Jason shook his head with a smile before standing and walking into the kitchen. As he got your drink and snack you wrapped up in a blanket holding one of the pillows on your lap much like a stuffed animal, but all of yours were currently still in your room.

It only took a couple of minutes before Jasoon walked back into the living room, chocolate milk in a dinosaur cup and strawberries cut up in a small bowl- He even went as far as to put whipped cream on them. “There ya go little bat.”

You stimmed happily, soft squeaks followed by flappy hands. You started to relax more, allowing yourself to forget about adulting and the struggles that came with it, the tension eased from your body. “Strawberries!”

Jason smiled and settled back onto the couch with you, letting you have your snack and sipy in peace. Nights like these weren’t necessarily rare but with the two of you constantly rushing about and you taking on more things at every moment they were infrequent and he loved it when things were just soft. No work, no sex, just cuddles and shows while you were being small.

“Feeling any better little bat?”

“Yeah… Chocolate milk and bluey makes everything better”

He chuckled, a teasing look filled his eyes as he poked your cheek, “aww and I didnt help contribute to the helping any?”

“Nono! Wait you did too! Always helpful Jay, silly bear.”

You smiled up at him brightly and then kissed his nose causing a laugh to escape his lip and a giggle from yours before you paused dramatically and pointed at him accusedly. “Wait a minute bubs- Youre usually out bangin heads n things, how you home?”

He shrugged casually and pulled you back into his side, you were wrapped up much like a little burrito and it didnt seem like he was planning on letting you go at any point. “Got Tim to help out, honestly little bat you worry about the weirdest things.”

You huffed with a slight pout and scrunched up your nose, “nuh uh! Is perfectly reasonable worry, you have responsibilities”

“And youre one of the things I have to take care of too little bat, don’t forget that”

“Thats so rude- 'm completely capable! Dont need help any help”

“Suuuuure and thats why you asked for me to get you chocolate milk and cutting up fruit instead of being all grown and getting it yourself~”

Your pout grew and you simply ignored Jaons teasing as you sipped on your drink while curled up next to him, finally turning your attention back to Bluey. “Mean bear-”

“Pouty bat~”

And thats how the rest of your night went for the most part, a few teasing remarks here and there, but mostly soft kisses and cuddles as Bluey played on the TV until you fell asleep nestled into Jasons side. He smiled down at you for a moment before picking you and carrying you off to bed- He knew you’d be back to your big job tomorrow and all the stress it came with but you got a night away from all that, and he’d do better at helping you manage things better too. The war criminal, the hardened killer that he was, hated seeing you cry.

#dc comics #dcu #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #sfw regression #fluff #dc universe

[wonijinjin]

light a flame: a christmas special (ot13)

author’s note: merry christmas to every one of you guys! hope you have a wonderful holiday, filled with love and peace.

synopsis: celebrating the holiday of love and family together, featuring you and seventeen, and of course a lot of the usual mess and chaos.

word count: 1.7k | genre: humour/crack, fluff | pairings: seventeen x gn! reader (platonic!) | warnings: mentions of alcohol, accidents (nothing serious happens), cursing

“jeonghan, catch these lights!” dk shouted to his friend while balancing more things in his hands than humanly possible. “i cannot catch them right now, my hands are full too you dummy!” he older replied, but it was too late, the long rows of sparkling lightblubs landing on his shoulder somehow, magically being able to stay there. “these fairy lights are the ones we are gonna put on the tree? i thought we agreed on having the colorful ones this year!” joshua questioned with a puzzled expression behind jeonghan, trying to get dk to listen to him while running around the living room of the house. “myungho and mingyu said it isn’t aesthetic enough for pics so they ditched the original plan, guess the information didn’t reach you.” the tall man answered while shrugging his shoulders. “well-“ “oh my god hoshi what are you doing? i already told you that we cannot put tiger stripes on the gift wrappers! now look at how these look!” cheol sighed, massaging his temples with his hands. hoshi pouted upon hearing cheol’s scolding, but accepted his fate and stopped his actions of wrapping everything in the patterned papers. “mingyu be careful, THE TREE MINGYU!” wonwoo shouted when seeing minghao chasing the big man with a spider he found in one of the decorations’ containers. “minghao put that stupid spider down! i swear if you trip i won’t take you to the hospital!”

this was the scene which welcomed you when arriving to jeonghan’s house to help the boys prepare for the holidays, which you intended on spending together. upon stepping inside a shadow almost knocked you over. “yall look who is here!” the youngest of the men stated, voice filled with excitement when realizing that you had arrived to help them decorate. “i think you really need my help, don’t you? becase this is a bigger mess than usual.” you chuckled after hugging dino, to which he nodded and giggled, motioning for you to make yourself at home as usual.

“listen up kids! we gotta make this fast. okay, the bss trio should cover the decoration of the room, and jun and vernon can do the tree, since jun is one of the tallests here and no way in hell i would let mingyu do it, his clumsy ass would cause an electric fire.” you gestured, learning from the scene of him running around you witnessed not long before. “hey! this is very mean!” the human puppy replied, sulking at your words even though he knew you were right. “mingyu and shua are in charge of the cooking, wonwoo can you help them?” you looked at him adjusting his glasses while giving you a silent thumbs up, showing that he is okay with the role of the little helper. “great, thanks.” the ones whose names had been called got to work while you discussed the remaining tasks with the rest of the group. “we definitely needed you here, suddenly everything is organised and is in place. you should be the leader, let me switch with you.” seungcheol said while walking up to you, smiling coyly. “do you think my nerves are trained enough for this chaos? because i am already exhausted.” you laughed back at him, getting ready to run some errads in the meantime.

two hours later the whole house was dressed in pretty lights and christmas themed ornaments everywhere you could imagine, providing a friendly atmosphere, the only missing pieces to the puzzle being you and the 13 men, getting together on the couch and chairs, celebrating another year in each others’ embrace. however, before you could fetch all the boys into one place you noticed that suddenly everyone’s sight was focused on seungkwan who had started dancing in the middle of the room, doing the mean girls’ choreo for jingle bell rock; of course the other two members of the well known gag trio had to join so the three of them gave a show to you and the members, slightly traumatising yall in the process. “what do i hear from the speaker?” after the ending fairies hoshi screamed so loudly basically everyone could hear it, even the ones who were in the process of bringing the food (which was an amount that could feed a whole town) to the living room. dk sang in a head voice. “it’s timeeeee!” everyone who had been watching the events unfold with mouths open lost it at that moment, bursting out laughing about how well he impersonated maria carrey in her iconic song without which christmas couldn’t start. “you are insane!” dino said while wheezing hard, trying not to choke on his water. you hurried to his side and patted his back when you saw that he was actually struggling to breathe, thankfully avoiding a crisis which would’ve resulted in a disaster for all of you. “look you almost made poor chan choke! your show was great but enough of jokes for at least now, please. let’s keep it together.” you said in a strict manner but with a warm expression. “you heard it! after the liquor and champagne yall are gonna be wasted anyways, let us have a little break before the full chaos.” woozi laughed while patting your arm, silently indicating that he was sorry for the boys’ acts. it was no big deal to you in reality; you loved these idiots who always made your days brighter since you got to know them, even when they made a mess which you usually had to endure; you didn’t mind.

“okay, is everyone ready for the secret santa?” scoups yelled out, gathering the kids from the different parts of the huge house. you went to your seat which was next to jun’s, on the left end of the couch, just next to the tree since the more responsible members thought you sitting there was the safest option before one of them knocked the whole thing over (it had happened before too many times, and yes it was drunk mingyu every single time). “i will start!” seungcheol raised from his place, taking one of the boxes from underneath the tree, marching towards his victim who seemed to be wonwoo. “so i got wonwoo, don’t wanna make this sappy and longer than it should be, you know i love you and how thankful i am for you, just open it!” he handed the gift to the latter who after getting rid of the wrapper revealed a headset to the others in the room, the one he had been talking about for months. “this is making me emotional i swear. thank you brother, i will cherish it and use it well!” he thanked his friend, giving him a hug. the rest of the secret santa event continued in this manner, the spirits not even once broken since the presents were all so great. at last it was your turn to stand in the middle, holding a bag close to your chest, looking at vernon adoringly. “so i am sure you already know who i got since i am like almost the last one to give, vernon i hope you like it.” in the bag amongst other items was a matching set of a hoodie and a beanie which you knew he loved and collected, along with a pair of ripped jeans as his previous pair was destroyed while filming a notoriously funny dance pratice. “wow, these are just my style, thank you so much.” his gummy smile was enough for you to know that he indeed was happy, hurrying to give you a big hug despite being on the rather not so physical side. after finishing the circle you told the boys to stay put for another moment and hurried out to the kitchen, bringing in 13 small boxes which contained a secret gift from you to all of them. “although i know we agreed on everyone buying only one present i couldn’t stop myself. i am so grateful to have you all in my life, and i know how hard you guys work day and night, and another album of yours is coming out soon anyways, so i hope you don’t mind that i bought these a little earlier-“ “OH MY GOD ARE THEY WHAT I THINK THEY ARE?” hoshi screamed in surprise, already putting two and two together. “yes.” you answered shortly after giving them out. “these are your new seventeen rings, since christmas is the holiday when we celebrate love, friendship, and family i thought it was the best timing for them to be revealed and put on.” you grinned “oh and by the way, i have a matching one too, not exactly the same, but similar so i would always remember you guys during the year even if we cannot see each other for a longer period of time because of your schedules.” you barely finished your monologue when the boys attacked you with big hugs, knocking the leftover air out of you when they squeezed you tightly. “darling this is truly our best christmas as a whole, i cannot emphasise it enough how much we love you. thank you for being here and putting up with us every year.” joshua said after breaking apart from the big mass of limbs. “let’s put it on, they are so pretty!” minghao said.

“may we have a good year next time too, and may we stay together till death! to us!” dk lead the toast, being already full with delicious food from the dinner, standing confidently in the room, raising his glass along with the rest of you. crinkling sounds filled the house while you cheered and drank; you looked around, tears welling up in your eyes like the holy spirit just got to you in time, realising once again how lucky you were to have them. it is true; they might be loud and chaotic, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

bonus:

“OH SHIT” “here we go again, he broke the glass.” “how are we gonna clean the rug?” “good job…” “get him away from the tree i am begging you.” “NOT THE TREE! MINGYU DON’T-“ “THIS IS THE THIRD YEAR IN A ROW FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” “and here i thought we would have a decent christmas for once…”

#wonijinjin #caratsland #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen junhui #seventeen jihoon #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen hansol #seventeen mingyu #seventeen jisoo #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen dino #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen minghao #seventeen seungkwan #svt dino #svt scoups #svt hoshi #svt joshua #svt jeonghan #svt dk #svt wonwoo #svt vernon #svt mingyu #svt woozi

[jeonhwang]

Attentive

Pairing: Wonwoo x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Gossiping with the boys (Nothing is true, keep that in mind)

A/n: All of the members are here. Enjoy!

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How did this day even come? How did you invited people to your house and forget all about it.

Only when your friends started to text you with “otw” did you remember. And oh how you ran all over the house. Tidying up the house was no big of a deal since it was already tidy, except for a few misplaced books, cushions crooked on the sofa and also a blanket that you always used whenever you get cold from watching the television.

Your boyfriend is such a sweetheart. He, without a word, helped you with sweeping the living room. He even set up the lighting to make the room brighter and livelier for the sake of the guests.

“Tell them to buy snacks and some meat on their way here. We can just prepare the drinks, and lets order a delivery for everything else.”

Oh, Wonwoo is such a life savior. You couldn’t think for the life of you. If you were going to go get snacks, there would be not enough time to prepare for anything else. So, you ordered chicken with side dishes for delivery. You have some side dishes that you made last month in the fridge. They were all delicious so why not share them with your friends.

“Don’t bother, I’m sure Mingyu will cook for us later, and there is Dokyeom too, he will be in charge of the grilling.”

“But it’s our dinner party..” you pointed out.

“No worries sweetie, they will still enjoy it either way,” he shrugged, “and I already paid Mingyu to buy a lot more meat since all of the boys are coming.”

And so, Mingyu got busy in the kitchen, cooking for all of you with Woozi by his side. Dokyeom is outside, grilling the meat with Seungcheol. The others?

Just busy talking and reminiscing about the past in the living room. There is no room left on the sofas, a few even sit on the carpet.

“Did you guys hear about this one artist though..?” Out came the gossips, as per usual when Seungkwan is in the house. Next to him is Jun, eyelids heavy but still reacting and listening intently to the story.

“Eh..? I thought that passed already? How did it turn out like that?” Dino replied, turning to Soonyoung whose hand was reaching out for the snacks on the coffee table.

Wonwoo, with his small but deep voice, is telling you the context of the story since he already heard about it during their dance practice a few days ago. Vernon, sweet, sweet Vernon also explains to you his side, and what he heard from others. “Do you know the artist y/n?” He asks you.

“I know them, but I never really fancy them. Just saw their name a few times trending on twitter but that is just about it.”

Soonyoung is already shaking his head. “If somehow one day, when you are back stage or at a filming set and you bumped into them, just ignore and walk straight.”

“Or you can just not come at all," says Wonwoo. The boys make a boo sound, while Wonwoo is throwing his head back, laughing.

“Oh come on! You should bring y/n soon! It’ll be nice to show her around.” Seungkwan adds.

Wonwoo makes a face which makes the group burst out laughing, “why are you so nosy about MY girlfriend??? And I will be the one to show her around, IF, I’m bringing her,” and he ends the talk with reaching out for your hand.

You are already smiling so hard that it hurts your cheeks, but the boys are all so sweet. They never treated you like an outsider, instead they let you hang out with them whenever and wherever. They let you be a part of their small but tight family, which you love so much.

Mingyu comes in with food in his hands, followed by Jeonghan and Minghao who is helping with the other dishes. They wanted to eat in the living room instead of cramping the dining table. Meanwhile Seungkwan continues talking, spilling the tea, as Vernon and Joshua help with setting up for dinner.

Going to check on Dokyeom, you opened the door to the balcony, seeing how hard he is grilling the meat. "Dinner’s ready,” you announce, leaning against the door frame. The two men, only acknowledge you with their nodding, finishing up with the grilling. Since their hands are full, you decide to help them bringing a plate in.

Together, all 14 of you ate, laughing and making jokes with each other. “Wahh it sure does take a lot to feed you guys,” you bring up. Before this, you notice how much the boys ate, but they never actually affected you. Now however, you started to realize just how much your purse is gonna hurt from feeding them since they eat in big portions, like BIG big. Not to mention, all of them, in total are 13. But seeing just how happy they are, eating and chatting away, with teasing in between, just makes you feel full in a way. How can this group of men, came together and continued to be together, supporting each other more than a family can ever could? It is such a beautiful thing to witness.

After the big meal, all of you sat together in the living room to watch the latest Fantastic Beasts, as Dokyeom suggested. “Lets utilized Wonwoo’s huge flat screen, because when else are we going to use it,” Seungcheol teased. You huddle next to Wonwoo, your favourite blanket covering your legs while Vernon sits on the other side of Wonwoo, and Dino was at the edge of the sofa. Joshua stays on the carpet with Jeonghan’s head on his lap, Dokyeom, Soonyoung and Mingyu next to them, no personal privacy whatsoever. Minghao sits alone on the single sofa, Seungkwan, Seungcheol, Woozi and Jun sit on the longest sofa, sharing a blanket.

About 20 minutes into the movie, you feel so cold that your feet are frozen, the blanket not helping anymore. So, you fold your legs, hugging them to keep yourself warm even if it’s just for a bit.

Wonwoo notices you shrinking beside him. He turns over to look at you, while you are focusing so hard on the movie. Fantastic Beasts is one of your favourite movies, and when the premier started you couldn’t go to watch it because of your busy schedule. Wonwoo was sweet enough to subscribe to HBO GO because he found out the movie was going to come out on the streaming platform. Turns out, Dokyeom, Joshua and Vernon also like the movie. They also couldn’t make it to the premier, so why not watch it together.

Wonwoo looks around the room for a bit, before he pulls your legs and put them on top of his. All the while, his eyes are on the television. You let out a squeak since you do not expect the gesture at all, causing a few of the boys to turn to look at the source of the sound.

Aaaaand of course!

The boys make fun of you two that instant.

"Eyy why don't you just kiss y/n while you're at it!"

They “ooooooh”ed and coo but Wonwoo does not give a fuck whatsoever and with a small smile gracing his handsome face, he tells them to turn their head to watch the movie. “Or I’m going to chase all of you outside and me and y/n will finish it alone.”

Dokyeom and Mingyu, those two loud monkeys are still teasing the both of you but Wonwoo is already focusing back on the movie. So you throw a small pillow to the two of them to make them both shut up. They burst into a giggling fit.

Turning your head towards the television, you try to catch up with the movie after being left out for about a few minutes.

It is only then when you feel something, cold hands, rubbing your feet. It’s Wonwoo, massaging your feet to make them warm because he is attentive like that. “You don’t have to,” you whisper to him while pulling your legs.

But Wonwoo insists and is holding your legs tightly so that you can’t pull them. “It’s okay sweetie, I want to.” He says to you, a soft smile adoring his face.

And so then, throughout the rest of the movie, he keeps massaging your feet, going back and forth between both feet. He is being so sweet that you can’t help but coo quietly, your focus on the movie now a mess, you definitely have to watch it again.

Then, he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and you adjust your position so that you are semi-leaning on him, legs prop against his chest. He is hugging your legs with the other arm. Giving him a smile, you peck him on the cheek, being careful not to make big gestures so that the boy won’t notice. Wonwoo doesn’t like PDA, and even if he wants to he will pull you somewhere where the two of you are alone. He is not comfortable with overly-done PDA, but he does kiss you in front of the boys occasionally. Most of the time, he will just stick with smaller gestures like wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close, or even holding your hand, sometimes he rests his arm on your shoulder and you will snake yours around his tiny waist. Yes, just cute gestures like those but they are enough for you. He is a man of a few words indeed, and his gestures are only for you to notice.

He turns to you after the peck, lips pursing and eyes wide, giving you a warning to not do it again it makes you want to laugh so bad. (ref below)

When the movie ends, the boys left after tidying up, promising another dinner party in the near future at Mingyu’s.

Finally, Wonwoo closes the front door and he sighs, looking back at you. You are laying on the sofa, now sleepy with the blanket covering you. It's so comfortable that you feel like floating.

You heard Wonwoo chuckle, before you feel the sofa dipping.

“Come on, lets go to bed.” He says, softly playing with your hair. You answer him with a hum, but never actually moving. 

“Babe, love.. It reeks with boys’ smell,” you giggle at his words, “are you sure you want to sleep here?”

Shaking your head, you get up from the couch with his help, and then proceeds lean on his chest. Mindlessly, he hugs you, one arm around your torso while the other wraps under your thighs. He picks you up, and brings you into the bedroom before he sets you on the bed. “Brush your teeth love, I’ll take care of some things and then join you.” With that, he kisses the top of your head, heading out to the living room, probably to turn off the lights and checking the door.

Sighing, you got up from the bed, walking- no, more like dragging your feet into the bathroom. You pick up your toothbrush, squeeze the tooth paste on it and start brushing. With your eyes close.

Only when you hear Wonwoo’s footsteps that you brush properly.

He takes his place beside you, looking at you through the reflection on the mirror, smiling at you brushing your teeth sleepily. Seconds later, he is brushing his teeth quietly.

You wait for him to finish brushing, leaning your forehead against his back, arms around his waist. You hear him spit, and let him do the rest of his business.

“Sweetie, I want to pee.” He says sweetly.

Nodding, you walk outside to the bedroom, already dark except for the bedside lamps, crashing yourself on the bed. Gosh. It is just so comfortable, you don’t want to move. You feel like you are going to lose the comfy position if you move. So, you don’t. Wonwoo already set the AC, and the lamps on the bedside are illuminating everything in the room softly.

You are dozing off when you feel the bed dipping, a cold hand immediately reaching for your shoulder. “Scoot sweetie, you are taking over the bed,” he says with a chuckle. Your only reply is a grunt, to which he reacts with a smile.

Reaching out, he caresses your back lovingly, almost like a massage but not quite. "Can't you just sleep on me? I would like to be crushed by you.." at your words, he throws his head back, laughing. "Well," he giggles, "I don't want to crush you sweetie." And it is quiet again as your only reply is a grunt.

His breathing, that endearing habit of his, luls you to fall asleep faster. You feel his fingers play with you strands, going down further to your back. “You still have your bra on, sweety. Won’t you feel uncomfortable?”

Damn Wonwoo and his attentiveness.

“Can you please take it off for me. I don’t want to move.” It comes out in mumbles but he understands you, swiftly taking your bra off without moving you too much.

“Ooh Mr Jeon. You seem like you have a lot of experience.” You tease him.

He slaps your ass lovingly, a small giggle leaving him as he picks you up slowly to change your position. “Of course I do, I take yours off for you whenever you’re too impatie- AH!” Before he can even finish his sentence, you turn to face him and smack his bicep, pulling him to lay down next to you.

Which he does. You can’t open your eyes anymore. You feel the snore is about to come out of you so you snuggle to Wonwoo closer, humming intently. The sound of his breathing, his smell and warmth covering you like a second blanket, perfect.

Wonwoo pulls the cover up until it reaches your chin, positioning himself so that you won’t be uncomfortable, but still laying close to you. Kissing your cheek, he wishes you goodnight, you can’t even respond, almost there into dreamland.

Kissing your cheek once again, this time with a loud pecking sound, he wraps his arm around you, one hand going up to play with your hair as he closes his eyes.

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a/n I dreamed of wonwoo a few days ago and came up with this

#lord help me i am dying over this fluff someone come and give me love #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #svt wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo fluff #svt #seventeen #wonwoo is the softest wbk #fluff #svt scoups #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #svt hoshi #svt jun #svt woozi #svt the8 #svt mingyu #svt dk #dokyeom #svt seungkwan #svt vernon #svt dino

[ur-fav-inactive-writer]

𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 & 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Pt: One Two | Prince Phillip III x Fem!Reader | Request

WC: 1021

(gif by me)

The team was working in the café, tending to their usual duties. You were on waitress duty and were doing rounds of the café, giving out the plate to the corresponding table. After taking and giving out orders, you returned to the kitchen to give the new orders to Tyler and Koda and receive the prepared ones from Ivan. "Here you go, princess." You smiled at him as he placed the tray on your hands. One of the other new employees turned to you and asked, "Hey, how come Ivan calls you princess, are the two of you dating or something?" As the girl was new, she wasn't aware of the fact you were dating the Prince of Zandar. You shook your head at the new hire. "No, I'm dating someone else, but I'm not actually sure why he calls me princess, really." She just said, 'Okay!' and shrugged it off before walking off to fulfil her chores. As rush hour ended and there were fewer orders to complete, you went up to Ivan. "Hey Ivan, how come you call me princess? You never explained why." You asked curiously. "Ah, yes, I remember why I gave you that name."

~*~*~*~*~

(a year ago)

Ivan had just broken out of Fury's chest, and the team was now gathered around him. Phillip had suddenly appeared and was now standing in the large group with you and the rest of the rangers. As Ivan kneeled and glanced up at the prince, he couldn't help but observe how Phillip looked at you. Ivan also couldn't help but notice how Phillip tried to be close to you at almost all times. From this observation, he assumed that the two of you were already dating. It made sense for him, Phillip stared at you with a lovesick expression, so to assume the two of you were together wasn't nonsensical. When Phillip returned back to Zandar and Ivan and began working at the café alongside you all, he began to call you Princess on a regular basis. You hadn't really noticed it, usually not hearing when he said it, and the others just chalked it up to him being old-fashioned and insistent on chivalry.

~*~*~*~*~

(9 months ago)

After a week or so of you and Phillip dating, you decided it was time to tell the rest of the rangers about the two of you.

You and Phillip had only known each other for about three months, but from the second Phillip first saw you, he adored you. He found you to be absolutely gorgeous and so perfect. As arrogant as he was the first time he visited the museum, he tried to soften his attitude for you. He knew what he was doing wouldn't make him look like a very appealing person to you. You seemed so sweet, and he wanted to get to know you better. However, he knew that he couldn't act like that and expect you to be fond of him. So when Phillip had the conversation with Koda and changed his attitude, you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly attracted to the charming prince. Whenever he visited the museum to donate some money towards the exhibits, he'd always make a point to try to hang out with you as much as he could. The more you hung out, the more your crush on him developed. On one of the days you were hanging out, you were sharing a peaceful moment together. After sharing a laugh, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You stared off at something in front of you, a soft smile adorned upon your lips. He was infatuated with you, thoroughly examining your features whilst you were distracted. From the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring. You turned your head to face him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes curious. The two of you held eye contact, and before you realised what he was doing, he slowly leaned forward. His eyes flickered down to your lips as he leaned in even closer to your face. His hand gently raised, and he softly placed it on your cheek. Your cheeks were a bright red, in shock about what was happening. He tilted up your head and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes were blown wide, cheeks hot. You were certain that if anyone were to touch them, they'd get some sort of burn. Becoming used to the feeling of his lips against yours, your eyes fluttered shut. After a few moments, which felt like forever, he gently pulled back. You both sat in silence for a few seconds. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry, I-" You cut him off by pulling him into another kiss. "It's okay, Phillip. I've been waiting for that since we first became friends."

That had been a week ago, and the two of you had now been dating in secret for a week. You had both now decided to tell the team. "Hey, uh, guys. Me and Phillip are kinda dating." Ivan seemed confused by this declaration, and everyone else just nodded, unsurprised. Ivan walked away to give out an order before you could continue. "Yeah, we know, Phillip has been coming into the museum every day with your lip gloss smeared all over his lips." Tyler said. "And I saw you two kissing at the park not that long ago, gross guys." Remarked Shelby, causing you to turn a shade of bright pink at being caught in such a moment.

Unbeknownst to you, Ivan was not aware of the fact that the two of you weren't dating already. Which is the exact reason that he had seemed so confused, why declare something that's already been acknowledged and said? It didn't make much sense to him, but he decided against questioning your reasoning.

~*~*~*~*~

"You see, milady, I've always called you princess because of that. I believed that you were already the prince's girlfriend when I had first met both of you. I didn't have much time to correct myself as you had begun dating not long afterwards."

Ohhhhh. Right, that makes a lot more sense now.

(A/N) Sorry if this is a bit sucky but yeah, enjoy!

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[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

'And the only thing scarier then one girl crying is three girls crying.'

Key: ()=Authors Note and Y/N=Your Name.

Summary: Your boyfriend (Now ex boyfriend) cheated on you, so you want to the girls and told them (sort of). The boys saw the three of you crying and decided to leave (Not really).

You came into the base angry.

"I AM SO DONE WITH LIFE." You yelled.

"Whoa......what's up with you?" Shelby asked you as she looks up from her magazine.

"CHAD, CHAD IS WHAT'S UP WITH ME." You yelled once again.

"What-" Kendall asked.

You started crying and the girls realised what happend.

"Oh honey." Kendall said and walked over to you and so did Shelby.

"Just so you know I never liked him." Shelby said.

You were still crying and then Kendall and Shelby started crying. The guys stood there and slowing backed away.

"Was Y/N crying?" Tyler asked the boys.

"Yes!" Chase said.

"Was Kendall and Shelby crying too?" Riley asked.

"Yes and the only thing scarier then one girl crying is three girls crying." Chase replied to his other friend.

"What do you think happend?" Ivan asked.

"I don't know but whatever happend we definitely can't go in there." Chase said to them.

Keeper came and was about to go in but the boys stoped him by blocking the entrance.

"Chase, Tyler, Koda, Riley, Ivan care to explain why I can't go in?" Keeper asked them suspiciously.

"uhhh, uhhh, ummm." They boys said at the same time looking at each other and making weird faces.

"Lady Y/N, Lady Shelby and Lady Kendall are crying." Ivan blurted out.

"Dude!" The boys once again said in unison.

"Why?" Keeper asked.

"Don't know." Koda said. Koda hated seeing the girls sad.

"All we know is that we can't go in there." Chase says.

Keeper ignores the guys and goes in. They tried to stop him but instantly failed.

"Keeper." You, Kendall and Shelby said at the same time.

"Shelby, Kendall, my I speak with Y/N alone please?" Keeper asked the girls. Shelby and Kendall nodded and gave the you the 'Will you be okay' look. You nodded your head and they left the room.

"What's wrong?" Keeper asked you.

"Keeper you wouldn't understand." You say to him.

"Wouldn't I?" He asked and you chuckled a little and say,

"It's Chad."

"What about Chad?"

"He cheated on me."

"With who?"

Before you could answer Keepers question you heard someone yell. And by someone I mean Chase.

"HE DID WHAT?"

You knew that the guys would ask them why the three of you were crying. You heard the guys morph, they went to Chad and........okay you don't wanna know. But it was bad. After the boys came back Chase asked you something,

"Y/N, will go out on a date with me?"

They all knew you liked Chase and that Chase liked you so they all nodded the heads.

"Yes." You say to him and you kissed him.

You and Chase heard the gang say,

"Yyyyyyyyaaaaaayyyyy."

The End.

#chase randall #chase randall x reader #chase randall imagine #chase randall imagines #power rangers dino charge #power rangers dino charge imagine #power rangers dino charge imagines

[sweetiesicheng]

seventeen - episode

woozi x reader

word count : 772

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"the mafia were..." one of your coworkers spoke into the microphone while looking at a sheet of paper, "dino, seungkwan, and jun.”

“what?” vernon spoke in disbelief while looking at seungkwan.

"it was you?!" hoshi shot up in his seat, looking at seungkwan.

seungkwan laughed while hoshi sunk to the ground in bewilderment. "thank you for not killing me off so early for once," seungkwan spoke up as he stood up from his seat.

"good job hyung!" dino cheered from the visible sidelines. he had died along with s.coups, the8, joshua, and woozi.

"wen junhui, you betrayed me!" mingyu complained to the dancer, who was sitting next him.

“hey, i didn’t betray you. i only played you,” jun said to mingyu.

"hey hey hey, where was the money?" dk asked out of curiosity.

"you need to see it to believe it," dino said as he walked over to the couch where wonwoo and jeonghan were sitting on. "you guys passed by it so many times too," he added.

"we know this place is huge, but we checked a lot of places already," wonwoo said to dino.

"i wanna go see where it is," joshua spoke up and some of them stood up from where they were sitting. you followed the group along with a few other camera operators to show where the money was.

the game was played in a small movie theater with access to the lobby, a party room, two concession stands not including the one in the lobby, and two theaters. dino led everyone to a plotted plant by one of the confession stands. he carefully lifted one of the giant leaves to reveal the money that was taped to a leaf.

“how’d it stay on there so well?” vernon questioned while observing the plant, “oh, it’s fake,” he said after touching a leaf.

"these leaves are pretty durable," jun laughed as dino carefully took the money off of the leaf.

"wow, just wow," the8 said with his arms crossed, “good job with that.”

"hey, dino, you'll share the money with me, right?" s.coups asked, throwing his arm over the youngest.

"no way! you killed me off!" dino yelled at s.coups and shoved the money into seungkwan's hand.

"i was just listening to jeonghan. i swear," s.coups said to him.

the singer almost charged at s.coups. "excuse me? what happened to our alliance?" he asked, "i'm never teaming up with you ever again," he stated while they started walking back to the main lobby.

the ending scene was filmed before the recording ended. you started putting the equipment away as other staff members started dismantling stuff or managing everyone.

you heard someone sigh and turned your head to see the8.

"you okay?" you asked him.

he smiled, "yea. i'm just surprised it ended like that. this episode is gonna be a good one," he said to you.

you nodded in agreement, "this one was a lot of fun." you closed a case to something, "are you guys going home?" you asked him.

"yea, we didn't have a schedule today besides this," the8 mentioned. "are you and woozi going out?" he asked.

"i think we're gonna go to his studio. he said he wanted to work on something earlier, so i'm just tagging along," you mentioned. the8 nodded before walking back to join the others.

—

after all of the equipment was put away into a truck, you drove back with the staff members to the company building. once you were back, you helped bring in whatever needed to be brought in before going to woozi's producing room.

he had already gone there and was sitting on his phone at his desk.

"you should've found the money so we could buy dinner tonight," you said as you walked into the room.

he turned in his chair, "at least i'm not broke," he said to you. "i ordered food already," he mentioned. you nodded your head and sat down in the chair next to him.

"today was fun," you said to him. "i wanna play one day," you mentioned as woozi put his phone down.

"it’d be fun if we got the staff involved like that one time. that would be a lot of fun actually," he said to you. "did you get good shots of me?" he asked you.

you smiled, "yea, enough to blackmail you for the rest of your life," you said to him before he playfully rolled his eyes at you. you reached in and pecked his cheek right as he turned the monitors on. "love you."

woozi leaned in towards you and kissed you, "love you more."

#sweetiesicheng #sweetiesicheng seventeen #seventeen #kpop #carat #seventeen performance unit #seventeen performance team #seventeen hip hop unit #seventeen hip hop team #seventeen bss #seventeen vocal team #seventeen vocal unit #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen jihoon #seventeen kpop #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen x fanfic #seventeen x oc #seventeen leaders #seventeen lee jihoon #lee jihoon #jihoon #lee woozi #woozi #woozi x you #woozi fanfiction #woozi x y/n

[orangebutterscotch]

Modern Rock Lee Headcanons pt. 2

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Rock Lee x gn! reader Fluff with a side of fluff

It's never a boring car ride with him

He definitely sings along with the music that's playing and he would probably make a little microphone with his fist and you two could have a duet

I feel like he would be one of those people that say that he listens to everything and actually does

It's great

He also has a playlist for when you're in the car so it has music that he knows you like too

But he wouldn't have his music blasting or anything, like it'd be loud enough for a mini concert on the way to the grocery store but not loud enough for the people in the next car to hear

Definitely listens to TOTO regularly

Lots of 70-90s music, not that he doesn't listen to anything else but that's what's mainly on his playlist

He loves sweaters. LOVES THEM.

God forbid you get matching sweaters for any occasion

Honey's gonna be glued to you until you take them off for bed

If you ever by chance have explosive diarrhea or a stomach bug, know that you won't be bored or alone on your phone in the bathroom

He's getting you meds and either sitting in the tub or on the bathroom floor trying to talk/make you laugh and distract you while spraying some febreze every once in a while

He's a huge Spiderman fan and when you guys went to go see the second spider-verse movie there was a week of him just jumping around your house/apartment

He started doing some weird Spiderman workout that he saw on whatever social media he has afterwards too

You two probably watch certain shows together, whether it be a baking show or whatever but his guilty pleasure is Power Rangers

He knows the Power Ranger Dino Charge theme song by heart and he'll sing it softly so you don't hear it but you end up giggling at his singing and ironing his shirt

He gets flustered easily by it (your "giggle")

He aggressively does chores

You never really have to worry about upsetting him if you want to leave an event early cause he always has an excuse and always wants an excuse to be with you

If you had a bad day and you want to be alone he'll make you the most outrageous meal and stand outside your door or put it on the counter for when you're ready for it

On the other hand, if you had a bad day and you want a lot of affection he's the guy to go to

Bro will put on your favorite show/movie and get the good blanket

He's constantly talking about you at work, everyone already knows who you are the first time you visit

He crushes on some the celebrities and characters that you crush on so you can talk about them together

Some of them he questions but whatever floats your boat

Now, Lee's not someone for confrontation if he doesn't have to but he's said his fair share of words to disrespectful people for you

But he's not trying to be mean about it, he's just wants to educate folks even if it doesn't come out that way

Back to the Spiderman thing- he's absolutely done the Spiderman kiss with you with his gym's rope

He was very proud of that

#anime #rock lee x gn reader #rock lee x reader #gender neutral reader #headcanons #naruto series #modern au

[pluviophi13]

A Knights Unwavering friendship

Masterlist

"Unwavering friendship" refers to a deep and steadfast bond between individuals that remains strong and constant despite challenges, obstacles, or the passage of time. It signifies a friendship that endures through the ups and downs of life, remaining firm and resolute in its support and loyalty. An unwavering friendship is characterised by trust, reliability, and unwavering support. It implies a sense of steadfastness, where both individuals can rely on each other without hesitation, knowing that their friendship will remain solid and unwavering, regardless of any difficulties or changes that may arise. Such friendships are often considered rare and valuable, as they demonstrate a deep level of commitment, understanding, and mutual respect between the individuals involved.

Word count: 775

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the city, the Power Rangers Dino Charge gathered at their secret base. Ivan, the chivalrous and brave Gold Ranger, couldn't help but feel a little restless. His thoughts were consumed by the day's battles, but more importantly, by the unbreakable bond he shared with you, the reader.

Ivan was always a knight at heart, and in you he found a loyal companion who stood by him through thick and thin, even when the odds seemed insurmountable. He admired your courage, your unwavering support and your ability to bring laughter to even the darkest of moments. To him, you were a true friend, a kindred spirit.

Tonight, Ivan sought solace in the company of his fellow Rangers. As he entered the base, he spotted you sitting on the couch, a book in your hands, your eyes fixed intently on the pages. A smile tugged at his lips as he approached you.

"Ah, fair Y/N," Ivan greeted with a playful twinkle in his eye. "What tale has captured your attention on this fine evening?"

You looked up, a grin spreading across your face. "Hey, Ivan! It's a fantasy novel about knights and dragons. I thought it might be a good way to relax after today's battles."

Ivan's eyes sparkled with joy. "An excellent choice, my dear friend! Knights and dragons, you say? A realm I know well." He sat down beside you. "Pray, allow me to regale you with tales of my own adventures."

As Ivan began to recount his most daring exploits, you listened with rapt attention. His words transported you to a world where bravery knew no bounds, where honour and friendship prevailed against all odds. The way he spoke, his voice filled with passion and conviction, made you feel like you were part of the greatest story ever told.

Time seemed to slip away as Ivan spun his tales. The two of you laughed together, shared moments of anticipation and even shed tears for the fallen heroes of his tales. In that moment, it didn't matter that you were surrounded by the trappings of the modern world. You were transported to a realm where the power of imagination reigned supreme.

As Ivan finished his last story, a contented silence fell between you. The weight of the battles and the responsibilities you both carried seemed to lift, if only for a moment. You turned to Ivan, a gleam of admiration in your eyes.

"Ivan, you are truly a knight in shining armour," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Your bravery, your loyalty and the way you always stand up for what's right inspire me every day."

Ivan's cheeks flushed with a mixture of humility and pride. "It is an honour to be called such, dear friend. But know that your friendship has been my greatest treasure on this journey. Your unwavering support and the light you brought to our darkest hours has made all the difference."

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, the unspoken understanding of your bond speaking volumes. It wasn't just about battles fought and victories won. It was about a shared connection built on trust, respect and a shared sense of purpose.

As the night wore on, you and Ivan continued to talk about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company. The world outside the base seemed distant, unimportant. In that moment, it was just the two of you, friends bound by a bond that transcended space and time.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, you and Ivan said your goodbyes, knowing that duty would soon call again. But the memory of that night, the warmth of your friendship, would carry you both through the battles to come.

For in a knight's heart, the truest treasure lies not in gold or glory, but in the bonds forged with kindred spirits. And as a Gold Ranger, Ivan knew he had found such a treasure in you, a friend whose presence lit his way and gave him the strength to face any challenge that lay ahead.

Together, you and Ivan would continue to fight side by side, not just as Power Rangers, but as kindred spirits, bound by an unbreakable bond of friendship.

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” — Faramir (The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers)

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