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[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 35]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Chapter warning(s): Alcohol and alcohol consumption.

"Hey, I'm headed off. I'll see you back at mine?" You told Yunho.

"Hang on." He told Yeosang and came over to follow you into the kitchen. Even if he was seeing you in an hour or two, Yunho always insisted on walking you out.

"Mmm, rest well. I'll see you later." He bear hugged you and kissed your cheek. Lip kisses was still a little rare with the two of you, especially in a public space. But Yunho was grateful to receive them anyway. When it was just the two of you, he would always steal kisses and kiss you whenever he could.

"Let me know when you're on the way. I'll leave the door unlocked in case I'm in the shower or something." You said.

"Alright." He patted your head, waving to Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho, who were waiting by their cars. The 3 waved back to the tall male as you jogged to Seonghwa.

"Let's go." You jumped in.

"Luckily I did all the prep last night and some cooking just now. Tomorrow's off day will be spent sleeping." You giggled.

"Yeah, we'll probably all end up crashing at yours anyway after tonight." He chuckled in agreement as he drove back to your house. When he parked, you saw Wooyoung and Jongho.

"Come on." Jongho held your hand and all 4 of you headed in.

Tonight, all of you were surprising Yunho with a party to celebrate the restaurant being open for 6 months. His friends were in on it too, they'll try to get to your house before Yunho since he is driving alone, thinking it was just another night of sleeping at your place.

"Let's get started." You pulled your apron on to continue cooking the dishes that Yunho liked. It was an effort on everyone's part to keep the restaurant going but you wanted to make it special for Yunho.

"Check the pork shoulder for me?" You requested. Wooyoung was at the oven in an instant.

"Texture is looking good. I'll remove the foil to get the crackling going." He said and you nodded your head.

"It still has about an hour to go. It's been going for 7 hours." You informed, checking the timer and the piece of paper where you wrote down the dishes.

"Here's all the prep stuff." Jongho brought the deli containers of prepped ingredients to Seonghwa.

"Luckily we worked on all this last night. Now it's just putting it together." Jongho noted.

"Yes but like I was telling Hwa, we'll spend the day getting the sleep we deserve tomorrow." You laughed. Wooyoung and Jongho nodded in agreement. Like always, no matter where your team was, you all worked so well together.

"Abura soba is done, pork shoulder is in the oven, steaks will be done last minute. Can I start the arrancini or does anyone need any hands?" You called out.

"Don't forget to frost the cake!" Wooyoung reminded.

"You do that, I'll get started on the arrancini. Then you can take over." Jongho patted your shoulder.

"Thanks." You went to the larger fridge in your pantry and took the cake out. Grabbing an offset spatula, you frosted the cake over the crumb coat you had applied on earlier.

"Honestly, thank god for your prior planning skills in this. If you only had that main fridge out there, we wouldn't fit all this."

"I know. But honestly, that initial bedroom in the back was so small, it was easier to just turn it into a pantry. I needed that space more than a spare bedroom anyway." You chuckled, piping the frosting in a elegant pattern over the top of the cake. After writing the letters, you put the cake back in the fridge.

"Oh, Hongjoong and the others are on the way. They rushed out of there while Yunho was locking up the place." Seonghwa said. On cue, you sent Yunho a text to stall him.

"What did you ask him?" Wooyoung asked.

"Said to pick up a few blocks of butter since I'm recipe testing." You chuckled. Of course, the ever kind Yunho agreed to do it.

*DING DONG*

"Must be the others." You went to open the door for them. San engulfed you in a hug, as if you didn't just see him a few hours ago. But you still patted his back to reciprocate.

"Welcome, make yourselves at home." You smiled and went back to the kitchen.

"Woah, it's like a restaurant kitchen in here." Hongjoong said, seeing the size of the kitchen.

"Who needs a dining area?" You raised your eyebrows with a laugh. The boys all greeted each other then tried to help where they could. It was amusing seeing Mingi venture through your house, respectfully of course, and seeing your pantry.

"Wow! It's like a convenience store in here but less packaged snacks and sweets." Mingi said, making everyone laugh.

"With the way we cook, we need more space to keep stuff, which also means two fridges. And frankly, we run out of space quite often." Jongho said.

"Yunho just got the butter, he's on the way. 15 minutes." You informed, reading the text.

"We better get started on decorations." Yeosang took out the small balloons and simple streamers that they bought.

"This is the dressing, if you could help dress the salad. Just shake it up first since the oil separated." Wooyoung handed the salad bowl and dressing container to San.

"Where are the cups?" Mingi asked. You pointed to the cupboard and showed him where all the cutlery, plates and bowls were as well.

"Steak is tented and resting." Seonghwa announced.

"Getting the short ribs out." You said. Seonghwa came over held the big serving bowl for you while you took out pieces of the short rib and poured the sauce over. The meat was so soft, falling off the bone as you used your tongs to put it into the bowl. You tore off a small piece to give Seonghwa and yourself.

"It's perfect." He smiled. You laughed and he brought the serving bowl to put with the rest of the food.

"Yah! Stop stealing! Take some salad if you're that hungry." San whined as Hongjoong took a piece of the steak that he was bringing to the food table.

"Nah, no vegetables for me. Waste of calories." Hongjoong scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Hongjoong, that spiced chicken dish I made the other day for family meal? It's mostly vegetables, you ate all that." You pointed out.

"What? Really?! (y/n), I trusted you!" Hongjoong yelled.

"You trust me to take care of you, I do that by feeding you vegetables and making you healthy." You scoffed. Seonghwa slung his arm around you, laughing at hongjoong.

"Like hiding vegetables in a kid's meal." Seonghwa chuckled. You hummed, you were all used to this. Working in multiple restaurants, parents always requested that you somehow hide vegetables in their children's food.

*DING DONG*

"That's Yunho!" You broke away to go to the door while Wooyoung dimmed the lights.

"Hi, love. Sorry, I'm late. I got your butter!" Yunho held the bag up with a proud grin. You chuckled, he really looked so cute. You reached up to pat his head.

"Thank you for making the detour." You smiled softly. His golden retriever tail must be thumping against the ground happily now.

"Don't mention it. It's no big deal." He leaned down to hug you, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

"Why's it so dark?" Yunho tilted his head as he entered. You shrugged, leaning against the wall as you waited for him to remove his shoes. Being dim, he didn't notice his friends' shoes there.

"What's going o-"

"Surprise! Happy 6 months to the restaurant!" The lights turned on and everyone jumped up. Yunho jumepd slightly at the sound, eyes widening as he realised what was going on. He was speechless, turning to you then to his friends then back to you. You just laughed at his dumbfounded, surprised reaction.

"What?! So this is why you all rushed off?" Yunho went to his friends, pointing a finger at them. Even if he had an accusatory tone, he was smiling the whole time.

"Oh, just thank us for the surprise." Mingi rolled his eyes, going over to hug his best friend.

"Thank you, everyone." Yunho said over Mingi's shoulder.

"I honestly didn't even know that it has been 6 months, time flies so quickly." He continued, patting Mingi's back until he let go. Jongho was quick to put a drink in Yunho's hand.

"Hey, eat first." Seonghwa scolded. Yunho's eyes sparkled as he saw all his favourite dishes lined up.

"It's all my favourites!" Yunho took his phone out to tak a picture of all the dishes.

All the boys queued up to get their food, filling at least two plates each with food before sitting in your living room to eaat together. Wooyoung and Jongho went around, pouring everyone a drink, insisting that everyone must have a little.

"Mhmm, the short ribs are so good. The meat is so tender." San hummed happily as he chewed, already digging in. He cast you a smile, to which you smiled back.

"Yah! We haven't had a toast yet." Hongjoong said. San shrugged, not interested in the alcohol at all.

"Speech, speech!" You and Yeosang giggled as you chanted, trying to put Yunho on the spot. He shot you a glare of betrayal.

"Uhh, you know I'm bad at speeches... Thank you for this surprise and for the past 6 months. We have a good thing going thanks to all of your efforts, so let's continue to do that?" He tilted his head.

"Wow, he's really bad..." Mingi shook his head.

"I'd like to see you try." Yunho hissed. But everyone raised their cups anyway to toast to Yunho, themselves and the restaurant.

"Your ears are red." You chuckled, reaching up to gently rub his burning ears, before taking a sip of your drink.

"There you go, teasing me again." He pouted, leaning over to give you a kiss. You knew this was just Yunho trying to tease you back, plus he was happy with the fact that you've helped him keep the restaurant going for 6 months. He didn't even consider the weight of his actions until Hongjoong and San teased him.

"Get a room!" Jongho yelled. Yunho's face turned bright red, groaning as he buried his face in your chest, his arms holding your waist. You laughed at his embarrassment.

"Hey, you were the one who kissed me." You said as you stroked the back of his head.

"Stop~" He whined.

"Okay, okay. Start eating." You waved everyone off. Ultimately, you had a soft spot for Yunho and would easily give in to help him. You caught Seonghwa laughing at how soft you were for Yunho.

"Shut up, Hwa." You glared. You pulled Yunho's face away from yours and he stared up at you.

"Eat a lot. I made your favourites." You smiled. He nodded and began to eat but still kept one arm around your waist.

"So good." He smiled at you. You watched as Wooyoung and San deliberately put a heaping spoon of salad onto Hongjoong's plate, right on top of the meat that he was eating. Hongjoong yelled at the two, threatening to hit them.

"You have to eat too." You looked down to see Yunho holding his chopsticks out to you. You gave in and ate the piece of meat he had in his chopsticks then ate your own food.

"More drinks!" Jongho went around topping everyone up.

"Hope you're ready for us to crash here, (y/n)." Yeosang laughed. You nodded with a thumbs up.

"I am prepared for that. I'll just leave you guys out here. There's one guest room down the hall, help yourselves to it... If you can make it there." You giggled.

"Yeah, I'm crashing in (y/n)'s room." Wooyoung said.

"No, I am." Seonghwa hit the back of his head. You remembered the last time that happened, you were chased out of your own bed.

"But... I..." Yunho said softly before pursing his lips, about to raise his hand to interject. He wanted to say that he was going to be the one sharing a bed with you tonight but he knew Wooyoung and Seonghwa, especially, claimed that spot in your bed way before he did. He put his hand down with a pout.

"Yah, you two can take the bed in the guest room. Yunho's with me now. There's no space." You spoke up, making Yunho's head whip around to look at you in disbelief.

"Wow... Ultimate betrayal." Seonghwa shook his head. Wooyoung nodded along with Seonghwa.

"Because the last time you guys tried to squeeze on my bed, I had to go to the guest room to bunk with Jongho." You rolled your eyes.

"It's because you don't want to cuddle." Wooyoung pointed out.

"With the two of you, it's more smothering than cuddling." You scoffed as you drank your drink. The other boys just laughed at the way the 3 of you bantered.

"Okay! We're doing shots now!" Hongjoong went around passing out shot cups and topping them up.

"This is not going to end well..." San shook his head but took the shot anyway. Yunho gulped his shot and poured himself another. Jongho grinned mischeviously, refilling Mingi's shot glass while the taller was distracted by his food.

"You didn't drink, Mingi hyung." Jongho said innocently.

"What? You're lying, you just refilled it, didn't you? I swear I drank when Hongjoong hyung gave out the shots." Mingi argued, scratching his head.

"Nah, you're just tipsy." Wooyoung added to Jongho's lie, trying to convince Mingi otherwise.

"Oh... Okay, fine." Mingi took the shot, shaking the empty glass above his head to prove that he had finished everything.

"Don't get too drunk before we have a chance to cut the cake." Seonghwa announced loudly beside you. But you were not fast enough to cover his mouth

"Cake?" Yunho blinked.

"Hwa! You're drunk and being a loud mouth." You hissed but Seonghwa just smiled dreamily at you, cupping your cheeks and leaning forward to give you a big, loud kiss on your forehead. You crinkled your nose uncomfortably and slapped his hands away while Yunho laughed in amusement.

"Yes, there's a celebratory cake too. I baked it early this morning and frosted it just now. It was supposed to be a surprise but I guess not anymore." You told Yunho.

"It's okay, I'm always up for cake. Thank you." Yunho rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs.

"What flavour is it?" Yunho asked.

"It's-"

"Shh, Hwa. Shh." You put a finger to your lips. Seonghwa grinned and leaned his head on your shoulder, taking another sip of his drink. You rolled your eyes, reaching up to pat his head.

But Seonghwa was right, before the boys and yourself got too drunk, you took out the cake and placed it right in the middle of the coffee table.

"Can I know what flavour it is now?" Yunho asked.

"It's a tiramisu cake with salted caramel frosting. Like a caramel macchiato, your favourite drink." You explained. Yunho softened, the alcohol along with the realisation of everything you and the others have done for him making him emotional.

"Are you crying?!" Mingi pointed out in disbelief. Yunho let out a choked sob as he hugged you again, burying his face against your chest as he cried.

"I'm just... grateful... for all of you..." He cried.

"Yun, we're glad to have such a great boss who takes care of us." You said, comforting him.

"Don't cry!" San, obviously already drunk, came over to hug Yunho. Hongjoong, who was also tearing up, joined the hug. It was odd seeing he usually didn't like skinship from the boys.

"You big puppy! You're making all of us emotional." Wooyoung went over with open arms to hug them all.

"They stole my boyfriend so... come here, Hwa." You hugged your best friend, who blinked in confusion but still hugged you tightly.

"I love you~" He giggled.

"I love you too, Hwa hwa." You laughed, patting his back. Once all the hugs were broken, Jongho, who was the only one sturdy enough to cut the cake, sliced it up and gave it out to everyone. Yunho held his plate and insisted on feeding you. After you took the bite, he giggled drunkenly and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I love you. I love this cake!" He laughed. You couldn't help but laugh at how cute tipsy Yunho was. You were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol too. It was the first time Yunho said he loves you.

"Don't cry anymore and eat cake, hmm?" You giggled, reaching out to wipe the stray tears on his cheeks. He nodded obediently and ate the cake with a smile.

"Thank you for doing this..." He said, pulling you close to kiss your temple.

"Nothing to thank me for. I'm glad you enjoyed the surprise." You shook your head with a soft smile. Yunho hugged you again.

"This cake is soooooo good! Best! Cake! Ever!" San yelled, jumping to his feet and pointing to the cake.

"Shh, San. No yelling." Yeosang scolded, making San sit back down. Although Jongho still spoke coherantly, you knew from the glazed look in his eyes that he was nearly gone too.

"Alright, I think it's time to go to bed. We'll all be dealing with hangovers tomorrow." You said.

"Booooo!" The boys jeered at you. Jongho helped you move Yunho to your room first. You stumbled as you picked up the used plates and cutlery, just to leave them in the kitchen. Wooyoung's eyes were half lidded as he laid on your rug.

"That's that..." You draped a blanket over him and moved to help move the others.

"Wait, where's Mingi?" You looked around, realising the other tall giant wasn't there. Yeosang went to the guest room to see the tall boy fast asleep on the bed.

"He's in... the guest room... asleep." Yeosang spoke slowly, leaning against the wall as he yawned.

"(y/n), go to bed. We'll handle it." Jongho said, moving Seonghwa to the couch and putting one of the blankets over him while Yeosang got Hongjoong.

"Okay, goodnight. See you all tomorrow." You smiled. They waved back before you enter your room. Yunho was hugging Yuyu and Yunnie, sleeping with a small frown on his face.

"Yun..." You slipped under the covers.

"(y/n)...?" He lifted his head groggily. He moved Yunnie and Yuyu aside, reaching over to hug you and tucked his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed blissfully, fingers threading through the ends of his hair behind his head. He pressed kisses to your neck, making you shiver slightly.

"Sleep, Yun." You whispered, yawning yourself. He gave a small nod and a hum, falling asleep right away.

"Shh! Wooyoung hyung, San hyung, stop singing!" You chuckled as you heard Jongho scold the drunk boy. Looking down at Yunho, you caressed his cheek with a loving smile.

"I love you too." You whispered, tilting Yunho's head up to give him a peck despite him being asleep.

~

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[agustdakasuga]

The Way Of A Criminal (Series Masterlist) [PAUSED]

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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PIKA PIKA

↳ eight : fuck ass tom holland

warnings : swearing. usage of “kms” as a joke.

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Niki knew that the pikachu's on stage with them were real people dressed in a costume but that doesn't mean he can't get shocked after accidentally revealing one of their identities. his shock quickly changed to amusement as the revealed pikachu could only think of one thing to say as the tension in the room heightened- "pika pika?" it's not like you could avoid him after humiliating yourself either, you still have all of tour left.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐚𝐡𝐧 𝐲𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you thought ahn yujin loved you, but no matter how hard you tried, she never seemed to admit it. it seems as if you are the only one who remembers it, all too well.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: multi-media series, kpop, non-idol au, heavy angst, fluff, wlw.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: infidelity, manipulation, yujin being a liar 24/7, gaslighting, toxic relationship, age difference, relationship issues, heavy language, depression, substance use.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: in progess...

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄: whenever i can lol

00. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

01. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

02. 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬

03. 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬

04. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

05. 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

06. 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭

...more to come

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[lettersfromaphrodite]

[11.11]

― pairing : Chris x Fem! Reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, Chris is a wolf, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.939

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Quickly spinning on your heels, you hastily hid yourself behind an oak tree, your heavy cape hugging your frame and its cape successfully hiding your face from the woods' prying eyes. “Damn King going on a hunt when I need to gather herbs,” you thought, annoyed. With a harsh tug, you freed the part of your dress that was stuck in a lump of roots near your feet, an annoyed whiff escaping your lips.

«Gowns are impractical.» your witch Mentor told you, many years ago. «Unpractical but stylish.» you justified yourself, back then.

“I should have listened to that old lady,” you thought to yourself, as you quietly started to make your way back home; truth was, you only considered a dramatic change of style as occasions like this happened. After all, you were a powerful witch, you could wander anywhere without fearing anyone; you only needed to be quick and stealth during those few times where you roamed in the King’s territory to gather few of the herbs you needed for your spells. Sharpening your ears, you took the hint to move once again, trying to be as quick as possible to finish your task. Your basket was almost completely full of everything you needed, and haste suddenly became your best friend, since you knew that the King and his men would be back soon and you needed to get back home quickly. You were not banned from the King’s territories, in fact, you have been requested many times to work as a medic for the Castle, but you always refused, answering that you did not want to be part of the King’s domain. You were a witch, and your Mentor had always taught you that witches only belonged to the Moon and answered to the laws of nature. Witches could never belong to a King, trapped inside a Castle.

Small, pained whines caught your attention, and you froze in your steps, trying to identify where those noises were coming from; those complaints definitely seemed not human. Drawn by a strange force, you changed your original direction, your feet walking towards those little cries almost as if something was steadily pushing you towards that way.

«Oh, no.» you whispered, catching the attention of the creature –a large grey wolf, which immediately sapped its head towards you, big and inquisitive red eyes staring back at you with a wary snarl.

Your brows furrowed, wondering what to do. Wolves and witches had never been on good terms, but how could you leave it to die? Your eyes shifted on its form, laying on its side, grey fur covered with blood, which slightly pooled around its frame.

“Screw that,” you thought as you swallowed loudly, slowly placing your basket on the floor, and taking a hesitant step closer. The wolf growled at you, still wary of your presence, and you halted your steps once again. You knew it could not attack you due to the amount of blood staining its side – you deduced that it was a quite big wound, but nothing guaranteed you that the wolf would not try to bite you as soon as you were within its reach. You were enemies, after all.

«Okay, I-I’m not trying to hurt you,» you lift your hands, taking off the hood on your head, so that the wolf could see that you were not challenging him, in fact, your eyes never once tried to hold its gaze, «I know you don’t understand human language, but I want to help you.» you said, sincerity transpired through your voice, and since his growl momentarily stopped, you took it as a sign to get closer.

For a single second, you thought that maybe, just maybe, the wolf understood what you said, but that thought disappeared from your mind as soon as, kneeling next to its side, you hesitantly touched its grey and bloody fur, drawing your hand back as the wolf whined again, painfully. To your dismay, it was indeed a large wound, and judging by the look of it, it must have been pretty deep, too. Your shoulders fell in dejection, you could not heal the wolf using a spell, it would take too much time and neither of you were safe out in the open; you needed to take him to your house to treat him back to health.

“It must have been the King and his men,” you concluded, “may Artemis curse them.”   You were never particularly fond of wolves – you basically grew up both fearing and despising them due to your mutual and unmotivated hatred, but you couldn’t stand how humans decided to make a ricreative activity out of something like hunt.

«I’ll take you to my house to heal you. However… I fear the way back won’t be comfortable for you.» you mumbled the last part, getting back on your feet and untying your cape by the small, neat ribbon in the middle of your collarbones. The wolf was still cautiously looking at your every move, and you ignored him, carefully spreading your dark green cloak on the ground. The wolf was far too big and far too heavy for you to lift it up and carry it all the way to your cottage, so you decided to move it on your cape – with extreme difficulty, so that you could at least half drag, half carry it. Your eyes flashed golden as you casted a spell on the both of you, making the wolf’s weight partially non-existent and also, that any human that crossed your way back would not have seen you. It took you a lot of effort and all the strength you had in your body to walk back – your basket full of herbs obediently floating in the air and following the both of you.

You made sure to be as careful and attentive as you could, trying not to worsen the wolf’s wound and stopping as soon as its whines seemed more painful. A part of you wanted to wonder why the wolf seemed so obedient and less wary of you, but the part of you focused on getting home unharmed had the upper hand.

Your cottage was not particularly big; in fact, it was quite humble to belong to a powerful witch. You could have had any house you wanted and yet, you decided to settle there: two floors, grey and uneven bricks, a large garden around the perimeter of your house – part of it served as a small vegetable garden, everything surrounded by a wooden fence.

It was humble, but it was fairly distant from both the woods and the closest village, and you loved it.

You dragged the wolf’s still whining frame – which you found out being a he, all the way to your house. Your forehead was sweaty, your body completely ached, you most definitely needed a bath, and you were sure that your cape was definitely damaged, but still your main thought was to check his wounds, since the fear of them being infected made way into your brain.

Your eyes flashed golden once again, and some pillows and blankets re-arranged themselves on the floor near your small sofa, in order to create a bed large enough for him to be comfortable.

Carefully, you laid the wolf on the makeshift bed, taking a deep breath and slowly stretching your arms in the vain attempt to get rid of the ache and soreness on your limbs. Absently, you kicked the bloodstained cape out of your reach, and quickly knelt next to him. You took another deep breath, aware of the wolf’s red eyes plastered on your face, watching your eyes flashing golden once again as you casted spells, once after the others. Next to you, immediately made their appearance a small basin full of steaming water with a white cotton cloth immersed in it, you reached out to the tools in mid-air, focusing on the wolf’s wound.

«This is going to hurt, please don’t bite me.» you mumbled, barely above a whisper, unaware that he heard you loud and clear. You carefully began to wash his wound with slow but firm strokes, your heart skipping several beats anytime he whined and writhed in pain. Trying to be as delicate as you could, you meticulously wiped away all the blood, the steamy water in the basin now of a reddish colour, and once the wound was clean enough, you quickly stood up and walked towards you small kitchen, hastily creating an herbal compress using your marble mortar and pestle.

What you feared the most ended up being the truth: the wound was infected. You massaged a side of your temple; you have never felt so stressed in your whole life. The wolf’s life at this point was completely in your hands. The wound was too big and infected to heal by itself.

«Okay, big boy. It’s gonna hurt – like, a lot.» you dared to look at him in the eyes, feeling a random sensation in your stomach, but didn’t gave it any importance as you kneeled once again next to his side and coated your fingers with the herbs, slowly spreading the medicine on his would while casting a healing spell. Although you were completely focused on what you were doing, the wolf’s painful whines raised goosebumps on your skin.

You closed your eyes, running a hand through your hair and trying to ignore the sensation of exhaustion spreading around your body, and as you also tried to ignore the headache you got anytime you used too much magic in so little time, you felt a tentative bump against your skin. Your eyes shot open, and your gaze locked with the wolf’s big, red eyes. He repeated the action, nudging his nose against your knee, noticing how the emotions behind his eyes definitely shifted from wary to gentle, almost as to say “thank you”, and you let out a short, breathless laugh as you erupted into a wide smile.

«It’s still infected,» you hesitantly reached towards the cotton bandages floating next to your head, «But at least, you won’t die.» you muttered to yourself as you proceeded to create a tight bandage around his side.

Once you finished, your brain finally took notice about the huge grey wolf now asleep in your living room, and you decided to take a hot bath and get a nice change of clothes. Your new provisory bed became the small sofa right next to the peacefully sleeping wolf, so that you could check up on him every now and then.

A week passed pretty quickly, and you most definitely ended up giving up the majority of your sleeping schedule in order to watch over the wolf – not like the strained howls coming from the woods nearby would have let you sleep anyways. The fact that he was not conscious most of the day worried you more and more, not to mention that the infection had not yet gave any sign of healing despite the herbs compresses and the continuous use of magic.

What surprised you, was that anytime the wolf was conscious, he seemed to somehow search for your presence. If you were kneeling on the ground, busy with his bandages, he would place his large and fluffy head on your legs, making you giggle because, «don't be silly, how am I supposed to heal you like this?» Therefore, he would just nuzzle his nose against your thigh and settle for placing his paw above one of your legs. It was not an unpleasant feeling, instead, something about it made you feel warm, somewhere among all the concern you were feeling.

You’d still spend your days with your nose buried in all the books in your house, some of them scattered on the floor in a disordered way, desperately looking for a way to definitely help him.

As your Mentor always taught you, infections irredeemably lead to fever, and the wolf’s fever irredeemably led you to one of the biggest scare in your life.

You woke up around the middle of the morning due to a loud noise of bones cracking right next to you, and you opened your eyes just in time to see the big and grey wolf you have been treating for over a week, shifting into a brown haired boy around your age.

Needless to say, the loud and shocked scream that instinctively left your lips woke him up, and to your surprise, instead of threatening red eyes, your gaze was met big, brown and confused eyes.

«Y-You!» you shrieked, unable to move due to his head still on your lap. The boy, which you just realized being stark naked, groaned, reaching over to rub his face with his hand.

«Chris.» now, you didn’t expect his voice to be so… Beautiful.

«What? Who is that now?!» you tried to keep a calm voice, frantically moving your gaze around the room and trying to look anywhere but the boys’ toned and pale body.

You felt him chuckle, «It’s my name, witch.» he mumbled, his voice strained due to him still being in pain. «My body shifted back due to the fever, I’m sorry.»

You stared at his face as he slowly shifted around, laying on his back and turning his head so that now, his nose was almost pressing against your navel.

Before you could even think about a proper answer, he doze back to sleep, mumbling a soft, almost inaudible «thank you.» before falling back into unconsciousness.

Mindlessly, your right hand reached out to gently caress the other’s brown hair – a gesture that you did quite often with his wolf form since his grey fur was so incredibly fluffy and relaxing to caress, as you stared into the void for several minutes.

«He’s a werewolf,» you mumbled with a frown, the fingertips of your left hand carefully hovering above his features, «and he’s hot.»

Chris eventually shifted back into his wolf form within the next hours, and you tried to ignore the loud noise of bones cracking, since it seemed really painful.

The routine fell back into normal, even after the shocking news. A blush would sometimes cover your cheeks anytime the random thought of him having a human form crossed your mind, but you focused on his infected wound, which luckily started to heal.

Chris managed to spend at least half of the day awake now, and your spells were finally more effective than they were before. Your magic mixed to wolves being able to heal faster, resulted in Chris spending a bit of the day in his human form, and you being incredibly flustered about it.

You grew up with your mentor witch, who was a woman; the only boys and men you have ever met were the villagers, but you have never been alone with a boy, let alone having one inside your house and, well, completely naked. You resolved the matter quickly, giving him a blanket and excusing yourself for not having clothes that suited his body. Chris just shrugged, thankful for being alive in the first place.

«I’m not going to lie, witch.» he spoke in a soft, tender voice as you helped him sitting on the wooden chairs of your kitchen. «I literally owe you my life.» You laughed loudly at his statement, sitting down in front of him on your small wooden table, after placing two plates full of food in front of the both of you.

«Indeed you do, wolf.» you answered with the same tone, playfully pointing a wooden fork towards him. «I hope I didn’t grow white hair due to all the pent up stress and lack of sleep.» You mumbled, more to yourself. «Even if I could definitely embrace the title of “scary, lunatic witch”, now.»

An unexpected and melodious sound naturally drew your eyes back to his face, making you almost drop your spoon. Chris was chuckling, his eyes closed in two crescent moons and his mouth tightly closed as he kept chewing his food, but yet his smile was incredibly cute and the dimples that framed it contributed to make him even more handsome.

«How did you manage to end up like that?» you asked, clearing your voice, secretly hoping that by changing the topic the blush covering your cheeks would have faded, and your quickened heartbeat would have slowed down.

Chris sighed, heavily, «Me and my pack were on a hunt, we stumbled upon some hunters which had… Enchanted weapons.»

«And they just left you there on your own?» You asked, incredulous, watching as Chris nonchalantly shrugged before answering you.

«Alpha’s orders are pretty absolute, you know.» he explained, politely smiling as you got up from your chair, collecting both your plates and spoons and casting a quick spell so that they’d wash, clean and set back into their place by themselves. You noticed Chris watching in awe your eyes flash golden once again, and questionably raised an eyebrow at him.

«It’s cool,» he immediately explained, «Your magic, I mean, it’s pretty cool.»

You smiled at him, before shaking your head. «You can shift into a wolf, I believe you’re the cool one.»

Butterflies erupted into your stomach as Chris’ dimples showed up again, beautifully framing his wide smile.

Even if Chris’ wound was healing, you still did not move back to your bed upstairs. Instead, you would rather spend your days talking to him, both of you occasionally sitting on your sofa facing each other. You tried to confront Chris about why even if you were supposed to dislike each other due to centuries of mutual hatred, you got along pretty well and anytime, Chris would brush it off, adverting his gaze with a nervous laugh and saying that he really had no idea. He did not convince you at all, but you let it go.

«Do you think they’ll come looking for you?» your hands brushed against Chris’ ribs, as you changed cleaned and disinfected the wound once again. You were both sitting on his makeshift bed, a blanket covering his crossed legs as he obediently kept his arm in the air, so that you could easily finish.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him nod. «They most definitely will. We recently started living nearby, so it won’t be too hard for them.» the goosebumps on Chris’ skin anytime your hands brushed against his skin definitely didn’t go unnoticed.  «I could still come visit you, sometimes.» he added, tentatively.

Hearing his words, you felt once again that familiar sensation of unexplainable warmth, wondering why in the world could seven words even made you happy, your heartbeat soaring because “Yes, I’d love to see you again”.

«The feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy. Be wary of it, young witch. It might make you immensely powerful, it’s true. But, it might also mark your downfall.» you briefly lost yourself in thought, as you recalled what your Mentor had once told you. You did not notice how the arm that Chris was obediently keeping in the air eventually lowered, until he took your hand in his.

With hesitant, gentle movements, he silently kept his hand on top of yours, guiding it above his heart, your wide eyes meeting his soft gaze. His heartbeat was matching yours: rapid, wild, fearless.

Chris’ soft gaze was locked with yours, his gentle and warm eyes giving you the confirmation that he knew you were falling for him, and he was falling for you, too.

You breathed out a sigh, your eyes glued together and shy smiles plastered on your faces. As if you were magnets, your lips eventually met, slowly, tentatively. Chris firmly kept your hand above his heart as he other snaked around your neck, weakly gripping your nape. You and Chris kissed like two distant lovers meeting after painful lives spent looking for each other. You could feel his soft breath against your cheek, helping you realize that it was real, and you balanced yourself, placing your hand on Chris’ naked shoulder as if it was your only anchor to reality. The kiss was soft, almost shy. Chris would giggle against your lips anytime your noses brushed together a bit too roughly, and you would giggle along with him, before kissing each other again, feeling already intoxicated and addicted to his soft lips and warm skin. Chris pecked your lips once, twice, before placing your foreheads together, your fingers now interlocked above his heart.

«I don’t want to sound cheesy or anything, but,» Chris unexpectedly raspy whisper broke the silence. «I knew you were the one as soon as you found me in the woods.» he smiled, rubbing your foreheads together as he was met with your confused expression «Wolves just know who they are supposed to spend their life with.» he mumbled. You lips met, parted, and met again for countless times that night.

Sunny spring days were your favourite. The weather was not too hot, the wind would gently blow and most importantly: laundry would dry quickly. The amount of covers and blanket you have been using to create Chris bed was insane – you did not even know why you owned so many blankets in the first place.

Lost in thoughts – wondering if using your magic to collect the blankets instead of doing it manually, you definitely did not realize that a pack of wolves made their way towards your house, not until, as you collected one of the blankets from the clotheshorse in your garden, you suddenly faced a large, black and threatening wolf.

You instinctively shrieked, the wolf’s deep red eyes staring into your soul. It was like a deja-vu, but now the wolf had a black fur and by his side appeared another black wolf out of nowhere, but its eyes were mismatched: one was deep blue, and one was yellow.

The more you walked backwards, the more they followed you while growling menaciously, as if they were on a hunt and you were their prey. With the corner of your eyes, you saw more of them, and as you were about to cast a spell to stop them, you heard Chris’ authoritative voice.

«Oi! Why don’t you stop scaring my mate?» Chris was leaning on the doorway, a blanket hanging loose around his hip and white bandages hugging his stomach. «Changbin, Hyunjin, back off. Now.» You were still hugging the blanket close to your chest, as you saw them obey immediately, lowering their heads and putting a reasonable distance between you and them.

Chris’ arm draped around your shoulders. «I hope you have seven spare blankets.» he told you, an amused giggle on his lips.

«Why would I need more blankets-» the question died in your mouth, as they began shifting in front of you. Seven naked boys took place of the seven threatening wolves, and your gaze immediately shifted to Chris’, as your eyes flashed yellow and immediately made blankets fall over their heads.

Chris laughed loudly, kissing your forehead. «Do you want to meet them?» as you answered with a shy nod, he raised his voice, «Come on, boys, let’s go inside. Family meeting.»

“I’m gonna have to do the laundry again.” You sighed, and let Chris walk you back inside.

As your eyes met, you both erupted into shy giggles, and Chris pressed your body closer to his, affectionately kissing your temple.

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[astayinwonderland]

Silk and Fire - Chapter 1

Read more about the series and find updates here (;

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.

status: ongoing

warnings: mentions of anxiety

wc: 1.7k words

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

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“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing. 

“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh. 

“I am just being honest”. 

Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day. 

In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7. 

“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin. 

You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump. 

“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…” 

Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you. 

“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?” 

“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him. 

You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair. 

“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere. 

By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text. 

Where the fuck are you? 

Are you close? 

Hello!???? 

I’m freaking out please, are you ok? 

You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence. 

I’ll be there in 5. 

You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance. 

“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens. 

A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours. 

“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly. 

His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance. 

“You need to step back.” 

You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees. 

“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.” 

You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it. 

“Are you okay?” 

And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place. 

“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.

So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips. 

“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick. 

Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue. 

“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator. 

The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run. 

“Thank you!” you yell. 

Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love. 

You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late. 

“You look beautiful,” you hug her. 

“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes. 

“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.” 

“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.” 

You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them. 

“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes. 

“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you. 

“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…” 

Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety. 

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,” 

“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match. 

Namjoon gives you a quizzical look. 

“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,” 

“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life. 

“It did happen, Jin,” 

“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks. 

“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute. 

“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even. 

“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds. 

Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile. 

“You are here,” he says. 

“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused. 

“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey. 

“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine.  “Thank you, again.” 

“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.

Shock. 

“Excuse me?” 

“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.” 

Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man. 

“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”

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[milfgyuu]

Lessons in Love Pairing: Choi Jongho x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.5k, Co-Worker!AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor Warnings: One good smooch and mentions of more smooching. Summary: Your students learn that both you and the teacher next door are single which brings up the pressing matter of getting you two together. Immediately.

You love teaching your fourth-grade class - they are still sweet and inquisitive. Still learning how the world works and all its wonders. They’ve yet to outgrow their innocence and kindness. It’s a beautiful age to experience with an adult perspective and even more amazing that you’re allowed a hand in growing their ever-expanding knowledge and shaping their character. 

One thing you hadn’t considered was their surprisingly persistent interest in your lack of a love life. 

It had begun at the start of the year when you were getting to know your students and in turn, allowed them to get to know you as well. The kids had so many questions. Did you have a dog? A cat? A house? An apartment? Did you live with your parents? Can you drive a car? Are you married?

It was the answer to the last question that had struck them the most for some reason. You were a grown up but you weren’t married. In their minds, being married is just part of being a grown up so why were you single? What does being single even mean? Do you not know anyone to marry?

A simple introduction had turned into the great inquisition and with wide eyes and a nervous chuckle, you had to re-direct them to the only other interesting topic you could think of. 

Recess. 

Those clever little things hadn’t forgotten about the lack of a band on your left hand though and made it a point to bring it up every few weeks. Did you go on any dates this weekend? What kind of person would you like to date? If you have lunch with someone every day could that be counted as a date?

Admittedly, you fumbled through those. 

You hadn’t realized that you might regret the way in which you answered them because it seems your ever-observant children have been spying you in the cafeteria with the teacher next door whom they’ve also learned is single. 

“So, do you like Mr. Choi? You guys always have lunch together!”

“Yeah! And you guys are always smiling and laughing together!”

“And Mr. Choi brings you coffee!”

“My friend in Mr. Choi’s class said that he is single too!”

“Mr. Choi said you had pretty hair!”

“Mr. Choi has really shiny hair too so your kids would have nice hair!”

Left and right the children pelted you with words you had stopped comprehending after the first mention of ‘Mr. Choi’.

Oh boy. 

Mr. Choi is your next-door neighbor at school. His classroom is actually attached to yours by a shared storage room and you suppose you do spend quite a bit of time together in front of the students but that’s only natural - you spend just as much time with the other fourth grade teachers. 

Well, maybe not the exact same amount of time. You’re usually on lunch and recess patrols together. You always get paired up to chaperone field trips and tend to volunteer for many of the same events like dances and fundraisers. 

If you had to really stop and think about it, Jongho was quite handsome. Broad shoulders, pretty smile, kind eyes. His surprisingly dry sense of humor did always make you laugh and he always leaves a coffee on your desk when he notices you’re running late since he is a chronic early riser. 

Again, you manage to calm the children and their increasing pitch - your eyes darting to the adjoining door between you and Jongho’s classrooms. 

It doesn’t end there, unfortunately, for you and your white blouse, exactly four days later. 

“Imagine the fallout if the kids found out we went on a real date…”

Your mouthful of juice sputters and dribbles down your chin before staining the silk of your top with bright red liquid. 

Jongho’s mouth straightens into a flat line and he hands you several napkins to dab at your ruined mess. “That doesn’t hurt my feelings at all.”

Leveling him with a peeved look you sigh, “It’s not like that,” and glance back down at your blouse, “You just caught me off guard at the worst possible moment.”

Neither of you are on lunch duties today so you’re sat across from each other at a craft table in the corner of your empty classroom. Little paper chains rustle in the crisp air pumping from the school’s icy vents and you’re grateful for them in the moment since they make you keep a long grey cardigan hung over the back of your chair at all times. 

You push back and ignore the sound of your knees popping when you stand to full height. Pinching the material of your shirt you tug at it rapidly as if you have some hope of at least drying the wet spots and speak openly to Jongho who is still diligently picking apart his salad from the cafeteria. 

“I can’t believe they’re all so invested,” you comment before rolling your eyes, “Little gossips.”

Jongho snorts. “I’m surprised that you’re surprised. They love ‘spilling the tea’,” he says with an added flair that tells you it’s something he’s picked up from his students, “Whatever that means.”

“Look at you using the lingo,” you chuckle as you sit back down, “And what ‘real date’? Last I checked cafeteria lunch didn’t count. Thought you’d be more of a romantic, Mr. Choi.”

You’re smirking with mirth until Jongho decides to match your teasing, hooking his foot behind the leg of your chair to haul you closer to the table. You squeak in shock at the jolting motion and he laughs, stabbing another bit of cucumber and moving on like you’re not internally marveling at his flippant show of strength. 

His thighs are kind of thick and firm you suppose if you think about it. 

Which you’re not. 

That would be weird. 

“What?”

You say it so hastily that Jongho looks at you like you’re losing it and laughs. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, so it was because you are crazy. 

Embarrassed you shove too much of your sub in your mouth, awkwardly and probably repulsively chewing to manage the gargantuan bite. The sound masks that of the napkin sliding across the table under one of Jongho’s fingers. You look up at him and he just pinches his lips together like he’s sure you don’t want to hear anything he might have to say about the mess on your face. 

After the driest most excruciating swallow you’ve experienced to date, you attempt to wash it down with your water in your stupidly expensive bottle and nothing comes out. Pathetically, you whine and try to pry it open. There is a mechanism on the inside of the lid that keeps jamming and you really could use a new one but they’re pricey and you’re living on a teaching salary and a prayer. 

“Let me help,” he says, pushing back in his little chair to rub his hands over his jeans like he’s preparing to empty his full strength into the effort to open your bottle but when it gives without so much as a pause he snickers and shrugs handing it back over to you. “Not really much of an opportunity to show off.”

You gawk at him. “What are you talking about? That thing was like welded shut!”

Jongho’s brows playfully rise until they’re high enough to hide beneath his fringe and the overwhelming urge to giggle and playfully swat at him nearly swallows you whole. He is so flirting with you.

Openly.

And you’re tripping all over yourself with glee.

Like any free moment in your school day, it comes to an end far too quickly and your classes are due to arrive in less than five minutes to continue instruction. Ignoring the butterflies in your belly, you take both your trash and Jongho’s to dispose of while he straightens up the table and then it’s time for him to head back to his own room and yet…you both awkwardly linger by the door instead.

“We should-”

“Maybe we-”

Embarrassingly enough, you open your mouths at the same time and talk over each other but you know you do not want to finish your own sentence and Jongho rocks back on his heels knowing he’s got a solid sixty seconds before little voices trail down the hall toward the door.

He takes a deep breath and says your name which is so odd because has he ever said your first name? Surely, he has…so why does it sound different now?

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

It comes out in a bit of a rush and he tacks on a “please” after a second thought and you nod because words don’t seem to form and you’re just stupidly staring back at him but…yes…you would like that. A lot. 

Jongho blinks as if he’s shocked that you actually said yes…or well, gestured, that yes you wanted to have dinner together. He hadn’t even planned to ask. He’s not sure when the idea sprouted in his head but once it bubbled up and up and up he just had to let it out. 

Now he has to plan the perfect date in less than five hours which means…

He grins and throws his hand up, thumb pointed toward the door behind you. “Gotta meet the kids…How’s seven o’clock? My place? I’ll cook.”

Still nodding, you manage to say something at last, “Yeah…yes. That’s…fine.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

He slips out the door and you let out a long laughter-filled breath. With your room still empty, no one catches you twirling all the way back to your desk before you flop down into your chair. Well, it’s possible one person saw you since your door bursts open right after and you’re jumping up and into an incredibly animated history lesson.

Meanwhile, Jongho is assembling his kids in a group huddle because they have a new assignment: Helping him decide what to cook.

Your hands shake down at your sides just after you ring Jongho’s doorbell. 

Fingers dance along the skirts of your dress - one different than you’d wear in the classroom. Typically, you wear fun floral or artful prints with plants or planets. Things the kids love to talk about. This however is one you hope Jongho will think about, even after your gone. Even when he sees you in your overalls on Monday because your kids are working on art projects.

The door clicks open and there is Jongho in fitted black slacks and a loose white button-down smiling back at you. His hair is…fluffier than usual which is an odd distinction to latch onto but the combination of his hair and his clothing, the relaxed slope of his posture….you can’t seem to stop looking at him.

“You look different.”

Jongho chuckles. “You look the same,” he says and it jolts an incredulous laugh out of you, “I meant that to say I think you always look good but I see that sentiment isn’t shared.��

“Are you going to invite me inside or what, Mr. Choi?”

“Wouldn’t dream of sending you away in that dress,” he smarts, stepping aside to let you in, “Besides,” he closes the door behind you both, “You have to see what a romantic I truly am since you decided to tease me about it.”

A romantic indeed.

His home is crisp, clean, inviting, and it smells heavenly between the cooking he’s been doing and the candles lit throughout. Your eyes dart to little details along the walls and shelves as he guides you to the dining room - also set perfectly with flowers and more candles.

It’s not at all what you expected.

At work, Jongho is relatively quiet but you learned after a few meetings that he was rather charming and engaging. He likes sports and cars - kind of a man’s man. When you became closer, you realized he was chock-full of sarcasm and dry humor. You appreciated him for his company and the laughter that he supplied more than anything and that still stands true but this is a different side of him you haven’t really mapped out.

Hardly noticing that your feet have stopped moving, you’re surprised when you hear Jongho chuckle from your right. “How did I do?”

He almost sounds unsure of himself until you turn to him with a warm smile. “It’s really nice, Jongho.”

Just the sound of his name from your lips makes the tips of his ear tingle. “The kids said flowers and candles were the way to go.”

Taking your seats at the table, you agree. “The kids seem to know too much about romancing for their age.”

Jongho gestures to your glass with the bottle of red in his hands and fills your glass when you nod. “It’s a little admirable though,” he mentions, eyes glancing up to yours, “They have such a pure and simple definition of love. Everything is still so beautiful in their eyes so all they know is a happily ever after and I wish it would stay that way for them.”

“Oh, you’re such a softie.”

Jongho pokes his tongue into his cheek and grins, using his fork to point toward your plate, “Shut up and try the food.”

Again, not something you imagined Jongho would be good at but the food is delicious and there isn’t a takeout box in sight. He mentions something about not getting too excited because he only knows how to make a handful of meals on rotation but it’s still impressive. He also keeps you laughing and entertained throughout the meal, even with the prickles of ‘holy cow, this is a real date’ floating around in your head. It all feels so natural.

“So, you clean up nice, your house is immaculate, you can cook, you’re good with kids…” You twirl you wine, bellies full and plates empty as you sit across from one another, “What are you hiding, Mr. Choi? Where is the catch?”

He grins, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “No, catch. I’m perfect.”

“The catch is that you’re an awful smartass,” you chuckle before draining the last of you drink. “I suppose I already knew that though.”

“I suppose you do,” he returns, gathering the dishes to deposit in the sink for later - for now, he moves you both into the living room to relax on the couch and continue the conversation. “I am genuinely a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy so I don’t know how much I’ll surprise you but ask the hard questions and I’ll answer them honestly. Anything you might want to know before we decide this is a good idea or just mutual attraction and peer pressure from ten-year-olds.”

Because you’re both adults, co-workers, and friends. It would be a waste to pursue a relationship you both want different things out of.

You purse your lips and think for a minute. “Dogs or cats?”

“Both,” he answers easily, “You?”

You tilt your chin in thought, “Both is good…I’m still in the ‘plant mom’ phase so I don’t have any pets but I’d like to. Any plans to relocate in the future?”

Jongho shrugs, “I’m not particularly attached one way or the other. The area here is pretty nice but there are lots of nice places.”

“You’re not overly picky, are you?”

He laughs. “No, not really. I’m pretty laid back.”

In the time you’ve known and worked with him, that tracks. You pivot in your seat, facing him a little more fully. “Oh, boy,” he jests, “Getting to the big stuff, huh?”

“Marriage…kids,” you state plainly, “Thoughts and feelings.”

Jongho rolls his shoulders. “I’m interested in both,” he says simply, though there is a tinge of hesitation like he’s waiting for your reaction, “My parents have been married for thirty years and are still very much in love so it’s probably given me a set of rose-colored glasses when it comes to long-term commitment but the idea of having ‘a person’...like “my person’ to share love and life with, to grow old together…that sounds good to me.”

You nod, chewing on his answer. “And kids? Singular? Plural?”

“Eight.”

You instinctively recoil. He’s playing with you, so you’ll play.

“Well, this has been great,” you pretend to stand up to leave, “See you Monday, frien-”

A funny little ‘oof!’ puffs from your lips when Jongho grabs your hand and pulls you back down onto the couch. It’s just a lucky coincidence you land much closer this time and when Jongho releases your hand, he keeps it close, almost hovering nearby like he’s aching to take it again.

“Yes, I would like kids and no, I don’t care how many. Even one is a blessing and I would be over the moon to be a dad,” his eyes twinkle and it kindles a little warmth in your chest, “You look all ooey-gooey right now. I think you like me.”

You give into the urge to swat him this time. Right in the chest.

Jongho loves it.

“I already like you,” you roll your eyes at yourself for admitting so out loud but it’s a bit obvious at this point and he’s teasing. “I’m not ready for all…that…just yet but I would agree we have enough in common to maybe…give this a try?”

You don’t mean for it to sound so unsure but you haven’t dated anyone in a while and this is your friend, your co-worker…this is kind of a big decision to pursue a relationship and you want to take it seriously.

Jongho squeezes your hand and doesn’t remove it this time.

“If you’re asking me to go steady, I’d gladly accept.”

You let yourself lean into him as you laugh. “Do you always have to give me a hard time? You’re so unserious!”

“That’s not even a word! Aren’t you a teacher?”

You push yourself back with a hand against his arm, “Unserious is totally a word! Aren’t you a teacher?!”

Dissolving into laughter, you wind up holding your hands over your belly to soothe the ache, heads dropped back against the couch. It takes several minutes to settle down, no thanks to Jongho and his smart mouth, but you’re having so much fun you don’t care that your stomach hurts or that your cheeks sting from smiling too much.

Spending time with him like this is something you want more of. 

Rolling your head toward him, you break open the fresh silence with a question.

“So, Jongho,” you manage, still a little breathy from laughing, “Would you like to go steady with me?”

He smiles and it’s gorgeous to behold. “Yes, I would.”

Both shoulders jump up to your ears as if the excitement you feel is trying to escape your body and you grin like a fool. 

A boyfriend. That’s fun.

“Don’t get mad,” Jongho chuckles, taking your hand back into his, now playing with your fingers comfortably, “I might have seen you dance all the way back to your desk after I asked you out today. You’re really cute.”

Like a vortex opening up and swallowing you whole, you crumble, shrinking into the couch. “You’re kidding...”

Jongho almost feels bad for sweeping your high away so quickly but he’s telling the truth. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and shot his ego through the roof. “If it makes you feel better, I called an emergency meeting with my students. They helped me choose dinner and suggested the flowers and candles.”

“And the wine?” you raise a brow, coming back out of your shell.

Jongho uses his free hand to scratch the back of his head. “Called my mom.”

It’s quiet for only a moment and then you’re fawning all over him. “Awww!!! Who’s cute now? That’s so sweet!”

He pretends not to love all your attention. “Yeah, yeah…so, it’s a Friday night and we don’t have school tomorrow…”

“Mhm,” you grin, nodding along playfully.

Jongho lists options off as if he’s reading off a menu. “We can grab another glass of wine, or a beer, I have that too,” he winks, “and bullshit the night away. We could watch a movie or if you’re tired of my company I could just kiss you goodnight - I mean - walk you out.”

He’s smirking like he’s just so funny.

“You could kiss me now, grab me a beer, and then we could talk shit for a little while longer,” you suggest with equal teasing, and his brows shoot up.

Butterflies hardly have time to take flight in your belly before Jongho’s lips touch yours, though it’s not rushed at all. It’s an easy sort of confidence in his movements like he’s so comfortable kissing you - like it’s not the first time and most certainly won’t be the last.

One hand cradles your jaw and he’s still smirking when he pulls away because it was a good kiss and he knows it.

You know it. The universe knows it. 

“Beer, movie, and makeout?” he jokingly suggests and you’re hopelessly falling for every ridiculous, unserious word coming out of his mouth.

“You really are just a man’s man, aren’t you?”

Jongho shrugs and gets up to retrieve two cold beers from the fridge calling over his shoulder, “I’m not really into guys, but I could be your man!”

Letting out a sigh that fades into a breathy laugh, you smile to yourself. Yeah, he absolutely could be your man.

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✈︎ so lucky

pairing : yang jungwon x she/her!reader

synopsis : jungwon never had to life a finger with you around. you always refused to let him carry the bags, pay for anything, or even put his own sweater on.

warning : swearing. black cat reader. shy / anxious jungwon. fluff. eating. protective reader. oking teasing. uhh idk what else, i think that’s all ??

wc : 1.93k

a/n : i don’t really like this one… i felt like i explained too much while explaining too little🫁🧑‍����

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You both are currently at your new college, having graduated  highschool just months prior. Jungwon gets extremely nervous going to new places, places he was not yet familiar with. But when you are with him, he knows he is safe and that there was no reason for him to get so anxious. 

Jungwon is very well aware of everyone's eyes on you guys, specifically staring at his hand that is currently fisting the back of your oversized graphic tee. Jungwon tries to stay as close to you as possible, his body almost colliding with your own after each of your steps. He usually tries to hold your hand, but since your hands are holding his books he settles for the next best thing, your shirt. 

Though you were significantly shorter, Jungwon attempts to hide his body behind your frame, making himself as small as possible, trying to get away from the curious eyes of his new classmates. The both of you are extremely known around the campus, being known as the “idealistic couple”. Your relationship is something everyone envies, you were childhood best friends, turned lovers. 

Since the two of you were children everyone knew the two of you were soulmates, everyone has known since the two of you were babies. Your mothers were also childhood friends, and they decided that they wanted their children to grow up together, and so they attempted to have children around the same time.

Jungwon’s mother had gotten pregnant first, your own following just days later. Your mothers had gone into labour at the same time, which they took as a sign. After long hours of labour, the two of you were born in the same room, beds across from each other. Jungwon was born minutes before you, which as he grew up he dragged about all the time.

For as long as anyone could remember, it was always y/n and Jungwon, never one without the other. Though you grew up together, spending every minute together, you both could not be any more different. It comes as a shock to some people to see how different you guys turned out to be. 

Jungwon was smart, but not smart enough where he didn't have to study. Unlike you, who was naturally smart in everything, not ever needing to study to pass with a perfect grade. Even though you didn't need to study, you could always be found at the library, sitting as close to Jungwon as possible. The time he spent studying was the time you spent studying his face. You’ve always known he was beautiful, but there's something so mesmerizing about Jungwon while he was completely focused, head bobbing to the music playing through your shared earphones.

Jungwon liked fast upbeat music, which to you made so much sense. His music taste just screams him, which is the only reason you would ever tolerate his music. Since you loved him, you- by default- loved everything that reminded you of him. Some artists he listened to were ones you would never listen to on your own, he likes Justin bieber, Harry styles, stayc, and many other artists. But since he liked them, you tried to make yourself enjoy their music. Spending hours scrolling through their whole discographies, listening to every song. You found that you loved stayc, which made Jungwon smile so brightly. 

The music you liked, also perfectly matched yourself. You loved everything that includes electric guitar, and deep lyrics. Some artists that you love are deftones, between friends, circa waves, arctic monkeys, and the neighbourhood. Jungwon tried so hard to like your music, the very way you tried for him. But he couldn't bring himself to like the music, the beats felt too slow for him, the words too lethargic, it just didn't suit him. You knew he didn't like your music, which is why you always let him dj, even if it meant your eyes would be suffering.

Jungwon was also extremely shy, never talking to anyone first, or speaking up for himself. Luckily for him, you were the opposite. You would not hesitate to fight someone over their attitude towards Jungwon. You always approach everyone, friends, talking to anyone you come across. Since Jungwon doesn't stand up for himself, and is too nice to turn people down, he always finds himself in different predicaments. Which is why he is here with you. You know about Jungwon’s inability to say no, which is why you asked him to accompany you to the mall. You, of course, would never force him to do anything he didn't feel comfortable with, which is why it took a lot of convincing from your shared friends to make you ask him to come out with you today.

As the two of you were approaching the dining hall, your friends noticed your approaching figures. All six boys began laughing at the two of you, laughing at the timid Jungwon following after you like a lost puppy. You didn't mind that Jungwon was gripping your shirt, slightly choking you, you actually loved how dependent he was on you. You loved feeling him wrapping his body around yours, knowing that he felt the safest against your side.

You noticed the boys laughing at the two of you, of course you did, you noticed all your surroundings. You were always scared that something would happen to Jungwon, watching everything like a hawk. 

The second his shoelace became untied? You noticed and would drop everything and bend down to tie his shoe for him. The second he became anxious and stuttered over your guys' shared presentation? You took over and began speaking, explaining his part. 

Many people found your dynamics weird, thinking that Jungwon should be the one doing all these things for you. But everyone soon learned that this is the way you guys work, the way you guys grew up. You were always there for Jungwon, and vice versa, but in different ways.

The two of you would change nothing about your dynamic, finding the most peace in the way you guys work now. Your friends also knew this, but that didn't stop them from teasing the two of you at every given chance. 

Jake started whistling at the two of you as you reached the table, his teasing eyes staring the both of you down. “Hey Won!” He waved, smiling brightly and the still anxious younger boy before looking over at you, “sup y/n, looking good today” he scoffed at his exaggerated wink before flipping him off. 

You turned your body towards Jungwons while the other 6 boys began making space for the two of you to sit at their table. your comforting eyes reached his own the second you turned, his body slightly stumbling because of his hand holding your now facing the opposite away back. 

“You’re okay” You detached his hand from the back of your shirt before grasping them tightly in your own. His wide eyes never leave yours as he grips your hands back, fingers lightly hitting your own ring cladded ones. As you were quietly whispering to Jungwon, Sunoo and Niki watched from the side.

“Shes such a fucking simp” Niki jokes, his shoulders rocking against Sunoos. “You would be too if you’ve been dating him since you were 13.” Sunghoon cut into this conversation from beside Sunoo, “actually they’ve been dating since they were 11. They started dating in 6th grade” Niki fake gasped, his hand reaching over his mouth.

 His loud noise drew all his friends to him, with the exception of you and Jungwon. You both weren't paying attention to the others, You're too busy digging through your newly bought bags, looking for a sweater for Jungwon to wear. Jungwon was too focused watching you, you were always the centre of his attention.

You left out a quiet happy sound once you found the sweater you were looking for, only loud enough for Jungwon to hear. As you were helping him zip up the sweater you both heard Jay’s quiet comment. “Why is she literally so whipped? She's even putting his sweater on for him” You glared at Jay, causing him to rub the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact. 

Jungwon smugly smiled before making his own comment, “you’re just jealous that you’ve never been in a relationship” Everyone including you started snickering. Sunghoon and Heeseung noticed Jungwon placing around the table looking for an open seat for the two of you to sit at. Sunghoon lightly pushed Sunoo one seat, while heeseung pulled an extra chair over beside him, across from where Sunoo was sitting before. 

Before Jungwon could walk over to one of the open seats you stopped him. You made eye contact with Sunghoon, raising your eyebrow. Sunghoon automatically understood your silent request, without complaint he stood up and walked around the table before plopping down beside Heeseung and Jake.

Jungwon sat down beside Sunoo, everyone at the table watching silently as you hung the bags up on your seat before turning towards Jungwon. “What do you want for lunch?” Jungwon sat and pondered for a bit while you were fishing your wallet out of Jungwon’s pocket. “Can we get Subway?” Jungwon excitedly asked, to which you nodded “of course we can”

After receiving Jungwon’s order you walked over to the Subway stand. Everyone was now looking at Jungwon with envy. “You're so lucky” Jake complained, his shoulders slouching as he grumbled about hating couples.

He laughed at Jake’s words, finding them completely true. Jungwon knew he was lucky, you were the best person he could ever imagine being with. Even though the two of you have been dating since you were kids, he never imagined himself with anyone else. He knows you don't either, not even glancing at other people even though you talk to everyone. 

The seven of them continued talking, even when you returned. Jungwon was busy talking with Niki and Sunghoon about this new video game you had bought him, bringing a smile to your face. While Jungwon was talking you got your guy's food out, giving him the bigger half of your shared footlong and the cookie that came with your meal. 

Jungwon stopped mid conversation to start a new one with you, between each bite he would animatedly speak to you, you nodding with each word coming from his mouth, listening intently. Even though you both spend every day together, you never run out of things to talk about. 

“So y/n..” Jay trailed off, his voice getting higher at the end of your name. Your conversation with Jungwon came to a halt, both your heads perking up at your name. The rest of the boys silently cooed about how cute the two of you were. 

“Why are you sitting so close to Jungwon? He’s not going to run away” You look down at your guy's proximity in confusion, “we’re not that close, I could never be too close to Wonie”. You reached down to grab Jungwon’s chair’s leg before dragging it as close to yours as possible, his whole left side touching you. 

The rest of the boys pulled a disgusted face and the display, you beaming a smile up at the flustered Jungwon before leaning your head against his shoulder. “You guys are fucking disgusting” Sunghoon fake gags, attempting to throw a fry at the two of you, you catching it at the last second before feeding it to Jungwon. 

“I really don't care” you shrugged, Jungwon adding in after you, “you would understand if you've ever been in a relationship”. 

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Thin Walls

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Oral (M&F receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, pet names (Kitten) 

Word Count: 2000

Summary: Your roommate San is one to have a different girl in his bed every weekend, but when you hear him pleasuring himself and calling out your name you can’t help  but want to give him a helping hand.

Part of StayTeez Trope’pril

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Saturdays were a nightmare for you as it always ended with you laying in bed trying your hardest to sleep but being unable to due to the pornographic sounds coming from your roommate’s room. It’s nights like this you cursed the very ground San walked on. It was one thing having an attractive roommate but it was another thing to have a roommate that knows he’s attractive and really has a way with women. 

You hadn’t had sex or at least been on so much as a date for as long as you could remember and hearing the girl’s screams of pleasure would get you more and more frustrated. You could hear every moan, every grunt, every time the bed hit the wall with San’s thrusts and it drove you insane to the point you press your pillow over your ears in an attempt to drown out the noise but it was always useless. It may be your attraction to San or the sexual frustration taking over you but every Saturday you can’t help but wonder what it would be like if it was you under San and not some random girl. 

Today was another Saturday.

You were sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling through your phone when San walked into the living room, his presence startled you, you’d thought he’d gone out already. You were a little confused when you looked over at him, he was dressed in a tight tank top and sweats and not dressed up at all to go clubbing.

“Not going out tonight?” You call out as he disappears into the kitchen.

“Nah I’m not feeling too great, I think I’ll just spend the night in bed.” He replies lowly coming back to the living room with a bottle of water in hand.

“Are you okay, do you need anything?” 

“I’m good I’ll just sleep it off I guess.” He smiles and heads back to his room leaving you alone again. You felt a little worried about him, San wasn’t one to get sick or at least admit he’s feeling under the weather, so for him to say he’s not feeling great meant he must really be feeling shit. You make a mental note to check in on him later to see if he needs anything.

You gave it another two hours before you went to go check on San. Approaching his bedroom door, you lifted your hand to knock but stopped in your tracks when you heard light muffled groans coming from the other side. You thought you were hearing things for a second and tried telling yourself he might just be groaning in pain...but you heard it again...and it wasn’t pain that San was feeling.

On the other side of the door San was laying in bed, feeling completely fine, his hard cock in hand as he slowly pumps himself. He’d heard your approaching footsteps and he could see your shadow in the crack at the bottom of the door and decided to give you a show. 

He knew you could hear him and he always made sure you did, just like every other Saturday night. For the longest time he’d been waiting for you to make a comment to him about it the next day or to interrupt him to tell him to keep it down, but you never did. He’d noticed your lingering gazes lately and the way your cheeks flushed whenever he wore something even remotely revealing and it’s your flushed face that he had pictured in his head right now while he stroked his cock, a sly smirk on his face as he watched your shadow shift, his cock twitching in his hand at the thought of you walking in. 

The low groans turned to breathy moans and you panicked, rushing to your room to sit on your bed. You tried to calm down your racing heart and cool your flushed face but the quiet moans still reached your ears. You press your thighs together, trying to get some relief for the heat that was rushing to your core. 

You tried to block out all possible thoughts of what he was doing but the image on him laying in bed, no clothes, a thin layer of sweat covering his body as his face contorts in pleasure, pumping him self and moaning sweetly kept coming back to you. You wanted to see it all for yourself but you couldn’t just walk in...or could you?

It was like San could read your thoughts. His moans grew louder, he wanted you to hear him, he wanted you to know exactly what was going on. He kept his eye on the bottom of his door, waiting for your shadow to come back and the longer you left him waiting the more frustrated he got. Low growls left him in annoyance, his brows furrowing as he thought of a better way to get your attention...then it hit him.

You were starting to calm down, the flush leaving your cheeks slightly and you’d managed to somewhat block out his moans, but then out of nowhere you heard it.

“Fuck...y/n!” He moaned, loud and clear. There was no mistaking he called your name and there you sat, wide eyed and turned on beyond belief. Not only was your hot roommate making it known he was touching himself but now he’s touching himself as he thought of you. 

It was like something took over your body. You got to your feet and walked towards his door slowly, the sound of his moans getting louder and louder with each step you took. Being stood outside his door it was like the blood was rushing everywhere except for your head as your hand gripped the handle and without even knocking, slowly opened the door. Your eyes met San’s instantly, the corners creasing lightly as he smirks at you, a thin layer of sweat covering his toned bare torso while he had his cock in hand as he slows down his movements.

“Took your time.” His low, raspy voice making head flood to your core.

“Seems like you need a hand.” You say, mentally being taken aback by the sudden confidence, not knowing where it came from. 

“Is that an offer?” 

His confidence was rubbing off on you more and more as you inched your way closer to him, climbing onto the bed and settling yourself between his legs. You could feel your mouth water just from the sight of him. You look up at him through your lashes watching how he smirks down at you, raising an eyebrow waiting for you to make a move.

“Can I?” You ask teasingly, running your hands slowly up his thighs and stopping just before his cock.

“I didn’t call your name for no reason.” He winked. You could have sworn your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around his tip. San let out a small hiss at the contact, his eyebrows furrowing as his cocky smirk covered his face again as he watches your head sink lower and lower onto his length. 

He was already twitching in your mouth and unconsciously bucking his hips into your face. He’d been edging himself for a while hoping and waiting for you to show up, if he wanted to he could have let go and cum as soon as your lips touched him but he’s using all of his strength to hold back. You tease him slightly, slowly pulling back up and circling your tongue around his tip.

“Don’t fucking tease.” He growls, gripping the back of your head and pushing you back down, pushing you so far you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat, but the moan that came from him when your throat closed around him was almost pornographic. 

You pick up speed, bobbing your head as fast as you could, spit spilling from the sides of your mouth. The mess you were making had San teetering on the edge of orgasm. He’d always had a thing for a sloppy blowjob. 

“Sh...shit...so good.” He hissed biting his lip before another moan ripped though him at a higher octave. He brought his hands to either side of your head, holding you in place as he proceeded to buck into your mouth, fucking your face. It wasn’t long before he stilled in your mouth, his cum filling you. His eyes flutter open as his shaky moans still fall from his lips only for him to watch you swallow his cum before wiping the sides of your mouth.

“That was so fucking hot.” He huffs before sitting up and pushing you to lay on your back. It was like he was like he was in a race against time as he rushed to get you undressed.

“What’s the rush?” You joke with a chuckle.

“Need to taste you...now.” 

San groaned lowly when he spread your legs in front of him, your core glistening in the low light of his room showing him just how much he’d turned you on. He throws your legs over his shoulders, gripping your ass and pulling you closer to him. He wanted to take in the sight of how soaked you were but his willpower was long gone, a long groan escaping him, he dove right into your core, lapping and sucking at your clit like a starved man. 

The sudden pleasure had you lurching forward with a moan. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched how his face was hidden between your thighs, only being able to see his eyes that were closed in bliss as he takes in the sweet taste of your arousal. His low hums send vibrations through your body, your moans harmonising with him as his tongue rolls around your bud.

“So fucking good.” He mumbles against you, lightly nipping to your clit. Your hands found their way to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging lightly every time a jolt of pleasure hit you.

“Right...Right there San.” You whine, your grip on his hair tightening as he laps at the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You don’t know exactly what he’s doing to make you feel so good, but for the love of god you hope he doesn’t stop. 

His tongue was moving faster than you’d ever thought possible and his grip on your thighs was almost bruising as he dug his nails into your flesh. Your moans were turning into high pitched cries as your orgasm got closer and closer to breaking.

“P...please.” You plead through broken cries, your eyes fluttering open momentarily to watch him between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours this time, hungry and full of lust.

“Is Kitten close?” He asked lowly, raising an eyebrow in interest. The pat name sent you reeling closer to orgasm more than you expected it to, your walls clenching around nothing making him smirk against you. The way he ate you was merciless, he needed to taste your release, needed to you to make a mess on his face.

In no time at all San had your back arching off the bed, your mouth hung open in a silent moan and your legs trapping his head as they violently shook around him, your orgasm rushing through you. San was quick to clean you up with his tongue, making sure to get every little bit not wasting any of it, a small moan filling the room as he savoured the taste of you. 

You were starting to come back down to earth, releasing San’s head from the tight grip your thighs had on him. He removed himself from your core and wiped away the release that his tongue couldn’t reach, his eyes drinking in your fucked out state. You managed to sit yourself up but soon found him manhandling you back to where he wanted you.

“Oh no Kitten, I’m not done with you yet, I’ve waited way too long for this and I plan on savouring every second I have you screaming my name.”

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Daddy!January: Day 4

Edging with Daddy! Bang Chan

Requested by @changbinslovelylegs

Content Includes: Soft!Dom Bang Chan x sub!fem reader, written from Chan’s perspective, angst (alot of it), suggestive themes of depression, praise, kissing, oral (fem receiving), cum play, fingering, reader has female anatomy, crying during sex (in a non-sexual way), edging (duh, of course), swearing, clingy and desperate sex, hand-holding. 

Word Count: 1,001

‘Just lie down for me okay? Daddy wants to take goooood care of his babygirl’ 

Chan started to realise things weren't going well when you stopped your usual chatter during your Netflix dates, when your smiles were becoming forced and your need for Chris’s teddy bear hugs were dwindling. 

He knew you were stressed out, that the obstacles and responsibilities of life were taking its toll on you and it twisted his stomach and rattled his sleep. 

The quality time wasn’t working and his words of encouragement were barely helping, when he tried, you would just lightly chuckle and murmur ‘thank you’ at his response, the laughter in your voice barely camouflaging the sadness of your eyes. 

Then the worry of disappointment sets in and he doesn’t want you to be disappointed in him, you NEED to be happy again and he NEEDS to make you happy again. 

Is that healthy? Not really. 

But that’s just who Chan is when it comes to loving you. 

So if his empathy can’t help soothe the ache. 

Then perhaps his touch and body will. 

His eyes raked over your naked form as he undressed you, the dim lighting of the lamp and the midnight sky had relaxed you and he could feel how pliant and warm you were under his hands. 

Wet and open-mouthed kisses were being placed across your chest and stomach, your little pants and gasps filling his heart with pride and his body with need. 

His hands gently prying your thighs apart, his eager eyes staring up at you and filled with desire and tension. 

‘Are you going to let me have you babygirl? Make you feel good?’ 

Your enthusiastic nods and the way you moaned ‘Yes’ had accelerated his arousal more at knowing he was just about to show how GOOD his tongue and fingers can really make you feel. 

He stuck two fingers in his mouth, wetting them before he opened your folds, pressing the ever so-courteous polite kiss to your clit. 

He felt your body jolt at such a small touch, the staggered pants told him just how sensitive you really were. 

And so that’s when he really dived in. 

His hot tongue flicked the underside of your clit before circling around the outside, his strong hands holding your thighs apart, his manoeuvre is slow but the pressure is firm. 

He pulled away slightly, lifting his head up for a breath of fresh air, a soft smirk planted on his face as he heard you whine and your hips squirm in frustration. 

‘If you want to cum for me baby, you need to tell me something’ His chin is lightly resting on your pubic mound, watching your brow furrow and your bottom lip quiver. 

He was so close to just slamming his cock inside you and attempting to fuck the goddamn misery away. 

But he could edge the pleasure away for his babygirl. 

‘Are you happy with Daddy right now? Is Daddy making you feel good?’ 

His body was tense from the question, his breath hitching and his jaw clenching from the pressure he was placing on himself at this moment. 

‘I feel so good right now, please I’m so close Daddy, want to feel more good’ 

Your pleas and the scrape of your nails against his scalp had Chris salivating for more and he began tasting you again, this time enthusiastic for more. 

‘I’ve missed this so much’ Chan moaned out against your clit, his fingers gripping your thighs even more, 

‘Wanna taste you more, wanna taste you every day’. 

Chan sighed in relief when he heard you orgasm around his fingers, almost feeling ecstatic from the slight loss of breath he has from how tight your thighs were locking around his head. 

The relief subsided with something more primal when he heard the pleas that caused that final thread of control to snap. 

‘Please, Daddy. I want more, want more of you’. 

With Chan’s clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor, arms holding himself up and your legs wrapped around his waist, grunts and deep moans filled the air as he bottomed out inside of you. 

‘Keep looking at me babygirl’ A soft hand gently brushed the hair away from your face, 

‘Let Daddy see those pretty eyes of yours, I want to see them happy again for me’. 

Chan wished the thrusts started small, just taking the time to slowly breathe in the intimacy you two were sharing. 

But he was so needy, hard and desperate he just couldn’t and the first hard slam had you both gasping out in pleasure and for Chan to just be the saviour he so desired to be. 

‘Give me your problems’ He moaned out in between thrusts, his words shaky and eyes boring into yours. 

‘I’ll take them- Ahh! Take them away for you’ 

His thrusts faltered slightly as he hastily grabbed your hands with both of his, reaching up to pin them above your head. 

‘I promise’ He interlaced his fingers with yours, his voice breaking and eyes misting with tears. 

‘I’ll make them go away, Daddy will make them go away’ 

Chan’s hands tightened around yours, using the grip for leverage as his thrusts caused the bed to rock and your nails to scratch down his back. 

He let out a grunt at the sting of your nails, his teeth biting into your lower lip and his tongue soothing the ache away, the taste of salt, sweat and tears staining his mouth. 

‘I love you, Daddy loves you so much’. 

My heart went over the moon when soft Bang Chan was requested because dominant Bang Chan when he’s needy and clingy is my favourite type of smut to read and write. 

Also, just fyi. I wanted to point this out because I’m seeing a lot of confusion here. 

You/your partner can be clingy and/or needy and still be dominant. 

Clingy and needy traits aren’t just submissive traits. 

You can also still be unbelievably sexy whilst also being needy and clingy. 

Clingy and needy soft dominants are my favourite type of dom.

Okay, I want to see more fics where the doms are clingy and needy. 

Please stay tuned for the rest of Daddy!January where I will be writing Hongjoong and Bang Chan as clingy and needy doms. 

Thank you 🙂 

(Take a shot every time I say clingy or needy 😝)

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[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, SousChef!Seonghwa, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

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[agustdakasuga]

The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 1

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

“My condolences.” Someone wished you solemnly as they stepped up to pay respect. From your position on the straw mat at the side, you only maintained a straight face and bowed to show your gratefulness.

“Your father was a great man.” A lady smiled softly.

“I’m sure he was.” You replied. But her reaction to your statement made you purse your lips. You hadn’t intended to let that comment slip out. You recovered by straightening up and shaking her hand, gesturing to her to the food and beverage table.

Some people excused your attitude as your way of coping and mourning. But those people that knew the truth knew your indifference and emotionlessness was because you didn’t know the man in the coffin.

He was supposed to be your father, it says so on your birth certificate. But it also said so on the divorce papers your late mother had.

To you, he was a stranger.

You had just finished a long call with your classmates to discuss a group project that was coming up. You stretched your stiff arms over your head as you went downstairs to get a drink.

DING DONG

You placed down your mug and went to the front door. There was no reason for anyone to be here. You didn’t order anything recently.

“Yes?” You opened the door to come face to face with a suited male. He was good looking and you could tell how built he was despite his suit and coat covering his body. But you had never seen his face before.

“Nice to meet you, Miss. My name is Kim Namjoon-”

“I’m not really interested in what you’re selling, thank you.” You cut him off, ready to close the door. He held a hand out.

“Apologies, (y/n) sshi. I’m not here to sell you anything.”

“Wait, how do you know my name? I have never met you before.” You frowned, starting to get a little worried and cautious. This man looked like trouble but at the same time, you knew you couldn’t run from him. Where could you run to in your small house? Plus, he looked like he could catch you easily. You just took a step back, shielding more of your body behind your door.

“My name is Kim Namjoon. Unfortunately, I am here to inform you that your father, (y/l/n) (y/f/n), passed away early this morning.” He informed. Your eyes widened as your brain worked to process what he said.

“As his only child, it is only right for you to represent him during the funeral procession.” Namjoon said.

“I-I don’t have a father.”

“I was told that you may react that way. Here, this is for you. I know you never had a relationship with your father but he did think of you often and I know he would want you to be there for his final send off.” He handed you a folder.

“He’s a stranger. I know nothing about him except his name.” You tucked the folder under your arm.

“I understand. Your father did love you and miss you but there were circumstances that prevented him from contacting you all these years.” He gestured to the folder.

“Look, Namjoon sshi, I don’t have the money for a coffin, much less to book a funeral hall. I’m on my own, living off the savings my mother and I earned on our own.” You sighed in defeat.

“Don’t worry about that. My brothers and I have everything handled, as instructed by your father before his passing. All you have to do is be there. We were close but at the end of the day, you’re his only blood born child.” Namjoon said with a small smile.

“You work for him?”

“In a way. I trained and work directly under him.” Namjoon was brief in his explanation. You just stared at him, knowing that he was more than just an employee to your father.

“Have a nice day. I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully.” Namjoon offered you another respectful bow before turning to walk back to his car. You closed the door, leaning against it and heaving a long sigh.

So here you were, greeting people and thanking them for coming to a funeral of a man you didn’t even know. They probably knew him better than you did.

“Namjoon sshi. I’m going for a breather.” You went to the male, who was sitting with 6 other males.

“Sure. Make sure to get some food and drinks too.” Namjoon smiled and patted you on the shoulder. You stiffly nodded and walked out of the funeral hall. You entered the toilet to splash your face with water.

“What am I doing here?” You looked at your reflection.

“Just get this over with and go back to your normal routine.” You told yourself as you left the bathroom. Maybe you didn’t really know how to feel about your father since your mother never talked about him much. All you knew was that they got divorced when you were 2 years old. Were you supposed to resent and hate him? Or be sad that you never got to know him?

“Want one? You look like you need it.” A pale guy offered you a cigarette when you stepped onto the balcony for some fresh air. You recognised him as the stoic looking one in Namjoon’s friend group.

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.” You shook your head.

“Suit yourself.” He rested his forearms on the banister, lighting his cigarette to take a smoke.

Guess you won’t have much fresh air. You turned around and headed back in. You didn’t have much appetite to eat but you did grab a drink, throat feeling hoarse from greeting people.

“My condolences. It must be hard losing your father. He was a great businessman.” An older man came to shake your hand.

“You worked with my father?” You asked politely.

“Yes, he worked hard to build his company and this legacy. He was hoping that one day, you would take over-”

“Mr Park! Come, help yourself to the food and drinks.” One of Namjoon’s friends whisked the male away before he could finish his sentence. You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was going on. Namjoon led you back to where your post was.

“If you need anything or need someone to take over while you take a break, let me know. My brothers and I can take over temporarily.” Namjoon said.

“Thanks.” You sat back down on the straw mat, making sure that the ends of your hanbok were straight.

“Thank you for coming.” You bowed to those who came to pay respects.

You looked over at Namjoon and his 6 friends who were also tending to guests and speaking to them. They were obviously not real brothers but you could tell how close they were. The guests seemed to know them fairly well.

They were your father’s children more than you were.

“That girl is really his child?”

“He has never mentioned having a child before. Is she just after the inheritance?”

“Look at her. She doesn’t even care or have an ounce of grief knowing her own father has just died. That’s cold hearted.”

Of course, you were a new, unfamiliar face. You heard all the whispered comments that were being made about you. It didn’t help that Namjoon insisted you wear the band of the chief mourner, that itself signified your highest rank in your father’s life. You didn’t blame the gossip, you would find it suspicious too if a child of a deceased only appeared at their funeral.

“The girl can’t possibly be taking over his company, right? I think he would have willed it to Namjoon. He is capable of taking care of the company in his stead.” An older lady said.

“All the boys are capable of taking over the company. They have been trained by him and cared for by him.” The man she was with replied.

“Yes, they can definitely help it to grow to be even more successful.” She giggled lightly.

"We will be having the final rites before moving to the burial site.” The funeral director came. There was a moment of silence as the final rites were performed. The director held out your father’s photo to you.

“I shouldn’t...” You hesitated.

“Please, (y/n) sshi.” The director looked at you with pleading eyes, as if he was scared of anyone else holding the photo. You chewed on your bottom lip, reaching out with shaky hands.

“Thanks.” You whispered, holding the photo in front of you. Namjoon and his 6 brothers stood on either side of the coffin, lifting it up.

“Right this way.” You walked in front, nestling your father’s photo in your hands. As you walked passed, all those in attendance of the funeral bowed their head respectfully. They walked behind the carried coffin. When in front of the hearse, you stepped aside for the boys to load the coffin into the hearse.

“It’s okay, Hobah.” You watched as the smaller, pale man comforted his brother that was crying. Even the tough looking, tattooed one was crying and being comforted by the others. You couldn’t find it in you to shed a tear of feel sad.

The rest was a blur. The ride in the luxury car to the burial site, all the expensive cars riding behind the hearse. You kept to yourself, keeping your head down and not attempting to make any conversation.

“Goodbye.” Was all your uttered as you tossed your flower down onto the descended coffin.

“Thank you for coming.” You stood with the 7 men, bowing as the guests all retreated to their cars to leave the cemetery.

“The company is in your good hands.” The guests all told the 7, mainly ignoring you. You stared at the mound of dirt that would be turned into a nice grave with a headstone soon.

When your mother died, you did everything on your own. There were no visitors, no fancy send off and no one to help you. You had her final rites in the hospital where she passed and paid for her to be buried immediately. Your mother was an amazing woman, she deserved all this as a grand send off, not your father who abandoned you.

“(y/n) sshi.” Someone grasped your arm.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon called out as you yanked your hand away, as if his touch burnt you. The man’s eyes widened at your reaction, he had no ill intentions and even wanted to try to comfort you.

“I’m going home.” You muttered and walked down the path to the road.

“Let us send you home. It would be hard for you to get a bus or cab here.” Namjoon offered. You nodded your head and sat in the car.

“(y/n) sshi, can we pick you up some food before dropping you home? You barely ate at the funeral home.” The one that sat in the passenger seat of the car you were in asked.

“No thanks. I just want to go home.” You requested.

“Of course.”

The car pulled up in front of your small, two storey house. You stepped out and looking up at the house.

“Before you go, (y/n) sshi. This is for you.” You were handed a thick envelope. You didn’t need to open it to know that it was money inside. Probably all the money from the funeral visitors.

“Keep it. It’s not my money. You guys paid for everything so split it amongst you all or whatever.” You held it back out for them to take.

“You’re your father’s child, you should be the one to have it-”

“Look, let’s just stop. The man that was just buried is not my father. The day he left my mother and I, he stopped being my father. To me, he’s just a stranger that I’d rather not know about. I couldn’t cry for him like you could, I feel nothing for him.” You sighed.

“If he wanted me to know him, he had all these years to come back. I wouldn’t have to see my mother shoulder everything on her own because he was prideful or selfish.” Your voice wavered at the memory of your mother.

“He regrets that. He hates that he could only be your parent in his death.” Namjoon said gently.

“No, I only have one parent and I already buried her, two years ago.” There was so much bitterness in your voice. You turned away and entered your house, locking the door shut.

Like the day Namjoon came to deliver the news, you sat with your back to the door. You heard the roar of the luxury cars come to life and fade away as they drove off. Finally, your sobs and tears fell freely.

It wasn’t fair that the man that easily upped and left is celebrated while you and your mother were left to fend for yourselves. The only regret you had was not being able to do better for her when she tried her best for you to live life like any other kid. You worked any job that would take you but you still couldn’t buy her lavish gifts for Mother’s Day and her birthdays.

The day your mother collapsed, you had never been the same. You blamed yourself, she collapsed from the exhaustion. Her body was so weak that death came quickly.

When you buried her, you buried your heart with her.

“Ugh.” You got up, going to shower and change out of the mourning hanbok. You placed everything into a paper bag, throwing it into your closet.

“Hi, can I order two soups, please? Yes, two bowls of rice.” You ordered with the nearby restaurant. If you were not cooking, you usually ordered 2-3 portions of food at once, keeping the extras in the fridge to save on delivery fees.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Delivery!” You went to the door. The man held out the packets of food to you and you handed him the money.

“Have a nice night.” He bowed and went off on his motorcycle. Just as you were going to close the door, you looked at the envelope on your door step. It was the one with the funeral money. But unlike earlier, there was now writing on one side of it.

‘You don’t have to spend it, you can donate it. The money doesn’t belong to us. If you ever need anything, contact us.’

Stapled to the envelope was a business card. It was white, the company name ‘Bangtan Enterprise and Exchange’ printed in gold font. The other side of the card had one number on it. There was nothing else on it.

“Bangtan...” You read out. You placed the food on the table and put the envelope aside, no intention on using the money.

“Thank you for the food.” You began eating. You had placed your laptop in front of you, some mindless show playing to fill the quiet space with some sort of noise.

‘Dear student,

We would like to extended our deepest condolences to you and your family upon hearing your family member’s demise. As per school protocol, you have been granted 3 days of school leave.

- School administration’

You just saw the email sent to you by your school administration. How did they even know if you didn’t tell them? Plus, you never registered a ‘father’ in your school records. Whatever, now you had 1 extra day. Maybe you could spend the whole day sleeping tomorrow since you have been thrown into this emotional rollercoaster and have not slept for 2 days.

“I’m so full.” When you were done eating, you did the dishes, put the extra food into the refridgerator and went to your room to do some studying.

‘(y/l/n) (y/n)’

You remembered the folder Namjoon gave you when he first arrived at your doorstep. Pulling out your chair and sitting at your small desk, you undid the string and poured all the contents out.

“Omma...” You picked up one of the photos. You were a baby in your mother’s arms, the photo caught the both of you mid laugh.

‘My beautiful girls.’

The handwriting was not your mother’s so you guessed it was your father’s. There were pictures of them together, before your mother was pregnant and some while she was pregnant.

The only one that was carefully wrapped in plastic was one of your father carrying you after you were just born. In the plastic, with the photo, there was a folded letter than fell out. Your name was written on it.

‘My dear (y/n),

If you are reading this letter, it probably means that I am gone. Namjoon and the others have been instructed to give this to you only when I pass. Only because I am a coward that cannot face you and your mother after everything I have done.

I know after so many years, no excuse or reason will ever make up for my absence. I deserve to be hated and resented by you.

(y/n), if I could have been there to witness you growing up into such an amazing person, I would have. I would have given up the world to have you and your mother with me.

But I know I cannot be selfish. I cannot jeopardise your safety and risk putting you and your mother in danger. I’d rather live away from you than to know I am the reason you or your mother get hurt.

Every day, I think about you. How I wish I could speak with you and hug you, tell you I am sorry and that I missed you.

It has not been easy hasn’t it? You and your mother having to fend for yourselves. Your mother is just as tough, not wanting to receive any help from me, wanting to singlehandedly raise you, care for you and put you through school. I am confident that she raised you well, to be just as strong and independent as she was.

I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that though, how amazing of a woman your mother is. I will always love her with all my heart, I’m grateful to have her as my partner and soulmate.

While I may not be there to make up for my absence, if you or your mother ever need help with anything, please contact any of the boys.

To ask you to be there at my funeral was unfair of me, I am just a stranger, you probably barely know what I look like. But please just let me be selfish one last time, I just want to see you one last time before I leave.

I’m sorry, (y/n). I don’t deserve to call myself a parent, much less your father.

- (y/f/n)’

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synopsis: Y/N is just trying to get through high-school. But life keeps putting them into situations with seven boys, each who have a crush on them. Which boy will capture Y/N's heart?

Pairing: Riize x reader Featuring: Riize, Jaehyun, Riwoo & Woonhak of BoyNextDoor, Niki of Enhypen, Bang Yedam

Warning: irregular posting, not edited, reader will be described as female for now, heart break, multiple endings, mixed 2nd and omni 3rd pov

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― pairing : Changbin x fem! reader ― content warnings : slight angst, fluff, smut, wolf au, enemies to lovers, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.559

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As if your day couldn’t get worse, the cold feeling of a sharp blade suddenly tightly pressing against your neck made you immediately halt your movements.

First, some stupid villager exposed your secret of being a witch, and being the kind people they were, they offered you a choice: you could either leave or they would have burned you at the stake.

Magic, along with anything commoners could not rationally explain, was severely prohibited, and so you – and the other ones like you, were forced to hide the fact that you had magical powers in the first place.

You shut your eyes close, since now was definitely not the time to digress; you were about to spin around and cast a quick spell to make your mysterious opponent fly away from you, but he acted much faster than you did. Your eyes flashed golden so that the blade’s handle would become incandescent and impossible to hold, but your opponent quickly dropped it on the floor, as if he already knew your tactics. You scoffed; there was only one person who would know you so well.

As you quickly spun around, fist bared and ready to hit the man – the wolf, in his pretty face, much to your frustration, he acted quicker than you yet again and before you realized, your back was pressed against the soft grass, and Changbin was hovering above you with a smug smirk on his face.

«You’re in the pack’s territory.» Changbin’s raspy voice warned you, tightening his grip on your wrists, which were now sinking into the soft terrain next to your head. 

You tried to shift under his grip, partially to free yourself but also not to think about the fact that Changbin was pushing you on the ground while casually laying between your legs, but much to your dismay, you already know that the boy was much stronger than you were, and he could easily prevent you from moving. On top of that, Changbin understood quickly that you were not in the mood to joke, since the two of you could feel each other’s emotions due being mates.

«What’s wrong, doll?» Changbin’s voice quickly shifted, and you felt showered by the worry he was feeling. His hold on you loosened, and he inched back so that now he was sitting between your legs, his eyes glancing to the two leather bags you were carrying along with yourself, containing a couple change of clothes and your magic books. You did not move and instead, you kept staring angrily at the sky, which was gradually becoming increasingly cloudy by each passing seconds.

“Great time to start raining,” you thought to yourself, before abruptly sitting up, your nose almost brushing against Changbin’s.

«They found out.» you admitted, without meeting his gaze. «I’m headed to the next village.»

Changbin’s forehead met yours, and for the first time since you found out you were mates, you allowed such an intimate contact without complaining.

You and Changbin found out you were mates few years ago, his pack moved in the forest next to your village and quickly claimed it as their territory. They used to come in your village in their human form every now and then and you had to admit, they were nice and friendly people. Needless to say, in the same way you could tell they were wolves as soon as you saw them, they found out you were a witch as soon as their eyes landed on you.

Being a daughter of the moon, you often stayed out at night, but hanging out in the woods alone was never a good idea, especially late at night, and most of all, in a territory claimed by wolves during a full moon. Due to your concentration and your being so focused in your night meditation, you did not realize the presence of a big, black wolf with dangerous red eyes inching towards you until it was too late, and sadly, you found out you were Changbin’s mate in the rough way.

He had you pinned on the floor with a growl that made you petrify in fear when your gaze finally met, red eyes meeting golden - since you quickly casted a somehow defensive spell around you, but it was too late, since one of his paws was unintentionally scratching your neck. You suspected something was different as soon as your heart picked up pace not in fear but in anticipation, and you felt a wave of confusion - which definitely was not yours, pervade your senses. Changbin immediately shifted back into his human form, and quickly apologized to you.

«Sometimes our senses get clouded during full moon, I didn’t realize I was hurting my mate.» he said back then, regretful eyes staring at the bloody wound on your neck.

That’s how your love-hate relationship with Changbin begun. Over the years, you realized that it was stupid to hate him because of a scar he left on your body when he was not in full control of himself – since you know him well enough to say he would never hurt you, but still, you never brought yourself to forgive him, or yourself for being so engrossed in your naivety. You never officially refused the bond, both because you didn’t want to refuse him in the first place, and also because you knew that it would affect both Changbin and yourself; so, you spent your days pretending to be rivals. Meeting Changbin in the forest meant him sneaking up you and it inevitably lead to the both of you having playful fights where you’d always ended up pinned on the floor with Changbin’s warm body flushed against yours and as the both of you would hide your smitten smiles.

«I’ll walk you,» Changbin said, breaking the silence that fell between you. «I don’t want you to walk alone, it’s almost sunset.» You nodded, letting the realization of everything that happened slowly sink in, and Changbin quickly stood up and effortlessly picked up your bags, offering you a hand to get up. You looked at him, and took it.

Clearly, luck was definitely not on your side, since as soon as you were about to reach the village, it started raining. What started out as a light drizzle turned out to be a heavy downpour, and Changbin tightly held your hand as the both of you ran as fast as you could towards the first inn, trying to avoid crashing into other villagers which were as well running home, seeking shield from the rain.

The inn did not seem to be too big; a comforting warmth welcomed you as soon as you entered, due to the fireplace being lit. In the middle of the room, there was a small wooden counter, and on its left, there were wooden stairs leading upstairs. It definitely seemed to be a warm and cosy place, you thought.

«Excuse me, Sir.» Changbin politely addressed the innkeeper, a gruff man with a thick black beard. «Could we spend the night here?»

«Are you married?» the man’s deep and wary voice immediately asked back.

«What? No!» you chimed in, outraged by the question. How could he even think that you could be married to, well, Changbin?

«Too bad, then.» the inn-keeper scoffed. «We only rent our chambers to married couples. Find somewhere else to-»

«Forgive her, Sir.» Changbin chimed in with a gentle voice. «Me and my wife happened to have a small fight on our way here, and now she’s playing this game,» he said, wrapping  one of his rain-drenched hands around yours to cover the fact that neither of you were wearing a wedding ring, and you tried not to flinch at the sudden touch of his still warm hands, «where she pretends she doesn’t know me.»

The man eyed the both of you suspiciously, before directing his suspicious gaze to you. «Is he speaking the truth?» With the hint of a nod, you confirmed Changbin’s version, and the innkeeper placed a golden key on the counter few moments later.

Without hesitation, Changbin took it, and quickly lead you upstairs, even if the both of you could distinctively hear the man mutter a quiet «these fucking perverts, nowadays.» making you tighten your hold on Changbin’s hand in reflex with a surprised gasp, and making Changbin almost choke on a suffocated laugh.

With difficulty, both you and Changbin managed to get rid of the wet clothes sticking to your skin,  hanging them in order to dry and opting to use the soft, spare towels in the room to cover your bodies. You were so focused with checking if the spell you casted on your magic books not to drench worked that you didn’t hear Changbin coming back from the bathroom, so you didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself for the incoming vision of Changbin closing the door behind himself with only a white towel hanging loose around his hips, the white fabric in contrast with his honey coloured skin making him look like a god. You unconsciously licked your lips, tightening the towel you were using around your chest as your eyes followed few drops of water travelling from his collarbones, all the way through his toned chest, his abs and downwards to-

«Are you enjoying the view, doll?» Changbin asked with a smug grin, probably feeling the wave of embarrassment that pervaded you as your cheeks turned red.

«I was thinking you’re an exhibitionist.» you muttered, as you slowly walked towards the double bed in the middle of the room. Realization hit you, and your heart picked up pace at the thought of sharing a bed with Changbin. Of course, the little stunt you put earlier was made for the both of you to spend the night safe and shielded from the rain, but the realization that you didn’t think that married people actually shared a bed hit you in the face with full force.

«If it makes you feel better, I can turn into a wolf and sleep on the floor.» Changbin mumbled, feeling your emotions. You sighed, noticing once again how despite your stupid rivalry, he had always been thoughtful and considerate about serious topics. And here he was, once again, putting your needs above his.

«Don’t, please.» you walked towards the left side of the bed, feeling Changbin’s surprise at your words. «Just stay on your side of the bed.» Changbin’s amused chuckle was the last thing you heard before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, laying naked under an unnecessary amount of blankets.

The bed was not particularly big, your elbow brushed against Changbin’s anytime you would shuffle due to the fact you were embarrassed for being stark naked next to your mate, which you conventionally decided to hate.

«Do you feel it, too?» you whispered, staring at the ceiling. Changbin chuckled, the bed quietly shaking in the process.

«What? The pull? The longing?» He turned on his side, so that he could face you. «The feeling that you’re so close to me and still, I can’t touch you in the way I would so desperately love to do?» Changbin propped himself on his arm, his head laying on the palm of his hand, the faint lights of the candles you have created to keep the bedroom illuminated were perfectly kissing his skin, making him look ethereal.

«Do you always feel like that, too?» you mumbled, your eyes locked with his dark ones. Changbin nodded, now partially almost hovering above you.

«It’s even worse when I’m in my wolf form,» he explained. You listened closely, since for the first time you were actually talking about the bond that connected the two of you without running away from it, «there are some days where my soul begs me to come and see you, with any stupid excuse to talk, so that we could be together.» Tentatively, Changbin’s hand brushed against the scar on your neck, and you shivered at the almost non-existent contact. «Or touch you.» he added, you were sure that if you hadn’t been staring at his lips, you wouldn’t have hear that last part.

You knew exactly how he felt. There were days where you felt like your soul was going to rip your body apart if you did not see Changbin within few hours, or touched his skin, or heard his voice; you also felt like you wanted to be intimate with him – not completely because of the bond, and the most you ignored those feelings, the worse you felt. Sometimes you wondered if you would still hate him if you had not been so stupid and naïve that night; sometimes you wondered how it would have felt to share your life with Changbin from day one, instead of falling in a routine where you both needed to pretend to fight just to have an excuse to touch each other.

«Technically,» you mumbled, your heart hammering in your chest, aware that Changbin could hear its wild rhythm, «we’re married, for tonight.»

Changbin’s eyes locked with yours, as if he was searching the confirmation you and him were on the same page. His eyes seemed to soften, as soon as the two of you started to feel each other’s emotion in addiction to your own. Changbin’s face inched closer to yours, your noses brushing against each other.

«Can I kiss my wife, then?» you could feel Changbin’s strained mumble against your lips, and your answer came in the form of you reaching out to capture your mate’s lips, with your hand delicately caressing his cheek. Changbin kissed you like thanks to you, he was breathing once again after he had been underwater for too much time, and you made sure to kiss him with equal fervour, as the kiss quickly turned passionate and your limbs tangled together in somehow a messy way; you were sure your knees bumped against each other’s a good amount of time under the blankets, but Changbin’s hands were all over you and his lips were desperately praising your skin so you didn’t mind it.

Both of you gradually got needier, and what started out as a timid kiss in order to quench your aching souls, slowly turned into you and Changbin passionately making love, one hand intertwined together and his other hand desperately gripping your thigh as he tried not to be too rough with you. Butterflies soared in your stomach as he softly kissed along the shape of your scar as his length made its way inside you, rhythmically, slowly and deeply, making it almost impossible for you to catch your breath due to the fact you could perfectly feel every inch of his shape moving in and out of you anytime you clenched around him.

«At least during our first time, I don’t want to ruin you.» You felt Changbin’s smug smirk against your skin, and you instinctively scratched his back, drawing red lines in his honey coloured skin. Your rough and unexpected action caused Changbin to moan right against your ear – a new wave of wetness pooling into your abdomen due to his raspy and deep voice, and his harsh thrust caused the bed to slam against the wall.

«Again, Changbin, please.» you whimpered, you hand delicately scratching once again from his shoulders to his waist, and you felt Changbin’s skin erupt with goosebumps anywhere you touched. «There’ll be countless times to be soft, in the future.» you pushed his waist closer to yours, even if he was completely buried inside you, in the needy desperation to feel him even closer. 

Changbin looked at you, swollen lips and eyes blown with lust, and all the promises to be soft flew out of the window as soon as you nodded at him with a kiss to seal your silent approval. Changbin’s pace was so rough and intense that you started feeling on cloud nine even before you felt the sensation of your orgasm approaching; you loved how he could not keep his hands off you, and you loved how the warm sensation of his touches lingered on your skin even if his hands were already somewhere else; you silently blamed yourself, because you could have done this for years. Changbin’s arm slid under your thigh just to bring it higher, in order to reach even deeper, his pelvis occasionally brushing against your clit and making you see stars every now and then, the mattress slamming against the wall in a quicker pace. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tried to sneak your hands on your clit, in a desperate attempt to feel his twitching length buried even deeper, but your wrist was quickly blocked and harshly slammed next to your head.

«How can my mate be so greedy? Isn’t my dick enough?» Changbin’s cocky and raspy voice mixed to his harsh thrust made you whimper, and you saw his eyes flashing red for a second. You quickly shook your head, mumbling incoherent phrases about how he was perfect, and you wanted more, more and more.

«Good, doll. Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so.» Something in Changbin’s dominant and arrogant tone triggered your orgasm, and you closed your eyes in a loud, desperate moan of your mate’s name as you held him close to your body. Changbin came few moments later, his cheeks flushed red as he released while being buried deep inside you. You came back to your senses with a loud sigh, feeling Changbin’s sweet kisses all over your face, making you giggle and slightly shake your head.

«It tickles!» you smiled, and Changbin kissed your forehead, before slowly sliding outside of you, trying to be as delicate as possible. Clenching around nothing, you silently wondered if the two of you would have been able to do it again before leaving the inn and, much to your shame, you realized too late that Changbin felt your emotions once again.

«Anytime you want.» he simply promised, as the two of you re-adjusted your positions in order to cuddle together.

«I’m really sorry for that scar, doll.» Changbin said few moments later, and you felt your drowsy state dissolve. Your heart clenched, because you realized that he had probably spent these years blaming himself for your behaviour.

«It’s not your fault,» you explained, without giving him the possibility to interrupt you. «I had been stupid, I knew your pack was around and still underestimated the risks.» you raised your head, to meet his glance. «I’m sorry that I took it out on you.»

Changbin sighed, shaking his head and hugging you even closer, your head once again laying on his chest so that you could relax by hearing his calm heartbeat.

«Come live with me.» he said, kissing your hair. «You won’t have to hide your powers. Chris’ mate - my Alpha, is also a witch, so we are used to magical powers. Plus, we wouldn’t have to cross the entire forest just to see each other, anymore.»

You nodded immediately, and erupted into a wide smile as soon as you felt Changbin’s heart rapidly pick up pace.

You expected a den of wolves would look like a lot of things, but honestly, you never expected to find a row of eight well-ordered and separate wooden cottages surrounded by trees. Changbin’s pack was rather friendly, and they all happily greeted you, recommending not to hesitate to ask if you needed anything.

«We can go and get the remaining of your things in the afternoon.» Chris said, as you finished telling him how you have been kicked out because of your magic powers. You nodded, thankful and low-key nervous to shop up at the village once again, when two arms suddenly wrapped themselves around your shoulders. Chris’ mate was hugging you, with a soft smile on her face.  

«You don’t have to worry anymore, you’re home now. We’ll protect you.» she offered, and you timidly smiled back, returning her hug.

Contrarily to what you believed, Changbin’s house was not messy, but neat and clean. He quickly made some space for you to place your belongings, and proudly pointed to an almost empty bookcase.

«You can put your magic books there, if you want?» Changbin said unsure, nervously scratching his nape. «I believe you have more books in your old house and I tho-» you interrupted your mate sentence by standing on your tiptoes and pecking his lips.

«Thank you.» you smiled, Changbin’s relief pervading your senses and your gratefulness pervading his. He smiled, before pulling you closer to his chest by his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

«So, about that thing you thought at the inn…» you giggled at Changbin’s quick change of mood, and let him effortlessly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom.

«I’d say we have a lot of catching up to do.» you answered, tangling your hands into his hair as he laid the both of you on the bed.

«We’d better get started, then.» Changbin’s voice dropped at least an octave, as he was busy leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin, and your legs tightened around your mate’s waist.

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Satellite  Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader Series: Svt x Harry’s House Tags: 3.1k, Complicated Lovers, Angst, Comfort. Warnings: Rated PG-13. Mostly angst in this piece, mc is a hot mess (non-descript familial, health, financial issues) and highly self-critical, brief nudity but no explicit content. Summary: Wonwoo is tending the bar on a stormy summer evening when you walk back into his life and though he’s been patiently allowing you the space to work things out on your own - he’s not sure he can watch you walk right back out that door again.

The bar is quiet today and Wonwoo could not be happier to spend his time cleaning glasses, restocking, and watching the rain outside the tall glass windows. 

It had been pouring all afternoon and well into the evening which either drove folks inside or kept them home and today seemed to be the latter. The few patrons he had were easy keepers and so he minded his workspace - meticulously scrubbing and polishing. 

Something to keep his hands busy to pass the time.

A sudden rush of sound enters the quiet space signifying another arrival. Wonwoo glances up with a generic greeting on his tongue but quickly notices you’ve come without an umbrella and are soaked to the bone. That much he can tell even as you’re facing away, cursing at your reflection in the door so instead of waiting, he takes off to the supply closet to search of a few handtowels to dry yourself a bit.

The tiny room is a mess, of course, but he manages to find a few clean towels and vows to restructure this dysfunctional system another day.

He almost walks right past you, having found the corner seat far from everyone else, but there is a slight sniffle and he turns on heels to follow the sound finding his mystery patron shivering and dripping water onto his clean bartop. His words fail him at the sight because it’s a rather pitiful one.

Your suit jacket is soaked through, your hair is slick and dripping from the ends, and your chin is tucked in defeat like you’ve been dealt a poor hand over and over and this is just the final straw. Like all of the fire and fight you had left had been smothered once and for all. He takes a tentative step forward and then you raise your head. Meeting his eyes, he’s now convinced require another exam, he is sure there is no way you’re looking back at him.

Your name is heard through a whisper of disbelief and your shoulders hike up, spine going ramrod straight. Of all the bars, restaurants, and cafes along this street surely you could have chosen somewhere know one would recognize you but instead you look back at the one person you hadn’t ever been able to fool. The one person you could not hide the truth from no matter how hard you tried.

Someone you ran from if only to save him from the disaster that is you.

“Wonwoo,” you quickly clear your throat and throw on a fake smile, “Hi.”

Its been four months since you disappeared and yet he doesn’t appear enraged or flood you with questions even though all you offer is ‘Hi’. He doesn’t bring up the fight that you started and subsequently walked out on the last night you were together. The night you finally realized you had to let him go before you hurt him anymore than you already have.

He instead pushes the towels into your hands and sputters his thoughts allowed, “I think I’ve got a towel and extra clothes in my gym bag in the car…give me a min-”

Wonwoo looks down at the hand suddenly clasped over his for a moment and then up at your soft stare. “It’s okay, really, you don’t need to do that for me.”

His brows furrow because of course he does and he will but again, you squeeze his hand. “Wonwoo,” you repeat slowly and it aches just to say his name again, “Don’t worry about it. Its okay.”

Wonwoo bites his lip and concedes, as usual. He slips his hand from your grip slowly, “Let me get you a drink at least.”

You nod and he doesn’t ask what you want, he already knows. 

The shame that’s always sat heavily in your gut eats away at you as you watch him pour. A man that you’ve so selfishly loved since the moment you met him, Wonwoo has picked you up and put you back to together too many times to look at him now without the guilt of everything you’ve put him through threatening to tear you apart.

He sets the glass down and slides it across the bar toward you. Pulling it into your grip weakly, you just look down at the liquid with regret.

Wonwoo misreads the action and fusses with his glasses. “I probably should have asked what you wanted. I’m sorry I assum-”

“No! This is good!” you reassure him, taking a hardy sip from the glass - hardly wincing at the burn in your throat. Nothing is more painful than lying to him. “Everything is…good. I’m really happy to see you! You’ve obviously left the old bar near campus.”

He rests a hand on the counter, settling against it. “Not really my scene anymore.”

“Of course not,” you smile softly, shrugging out of your wet coat. 

This place is so perfectly Wonwoo. It’s quiet and warm - comforting. 

Wonwoo is frowning when you settle back into your seat and look up at him. You know its because you’re a wreck and your hand automatically reaches for your drink, downing another unsavory gulp to deal with your inherent urge to let him take care of you. The heat remains in your throat this time and makes speaking nearly unbearable. 

“How, um…how have you been?” you try. Its better to focus on him. 

Wonwoo just shrugs though. “I don’t do much - you know me. I come to work and I go home. Not much keeping me busy these days.”

You’re not sure how to take that last bit but his face is open and honest as always. No underlying accusations even though you know how ‘busy’ you kept him. Running to him first with every problem in your life, hanging onto him for support like a lifeline, slowly sinking him like a sailor on a ship with too many holes in the hull to patch. 

Taking and taking and taking with nothing to give in return. 

You muster some sort of wry smile though it feels like a grimace. “Sounds peaceful.”

“Maybe,” he glances down, “It’s a little too quiet for me though.”

Just then the door opens and both your eyes flit in the direction of the incoming patrons. 

Wonwoo hesitates for a moment like he knows how easily you could disappear again but you encourage him, grip tight on your glass, and whisper, “Its ok, go.”

Still he lingers for a moment and then walks to the other side of the bar.

You watch him, weary of being caught, but its so good to see him - to be near him.

It feels greedy to take in the sight of him, to think about how much you’ve missed Wonwoo because you know you can’t think about it without breaking down and it’s your fault in the first place. You left him, not the other way around.

You miss his gentle hands and soothing voice. You miss the way he’d hug you and hold you for however long you needed and then some. You miss the way he made all the big things in life seem so very small and powerless when they loomed over you.

Wonwoo was…love, and warmth, and shelter from the storm but one day you realized you were the storm and coudn’t bear to keep dragging him through the muddied path you followed. Life was cruel but to hold onto Wonwoo was crueler. 

Across the bar, Wonwoo notices the way you’re staring down at the counter, swirling the contents of your drink without really touching it. He can feel your anguish like a knife in his chest, he always could, but it twists painfully knowing you won’t let him help. 

Boundaries. That’s what tethers him. Ones you put in place and held the line so furiociously he hadn’t dare crossed it in fear of losing you for once and all.

Instead he hovers like a satellite in your universe waiting for you to let him back in the way you both so desperately need. However long it may take. Months…years…he doesn’t care. He will wait right here for you forever.

He just hopes and prays it comes sooner than later. Neither of you seem to fair well without the other.

A loud crack of thunder rumbles through the bar and Wonwoo is thankful for the ongoing storm that drove you inside, hoping it might keep you here longer.

Unfortunately, it brings in more of a crowd than he’d been expectating and it left him running around cleaning and serving drinks instead of talking to you but he’s always watching - waiting for you to run.

You don’t though and Wonwoo’s ache eases a little at your close proximity. At the fact that you’re only a few feet away. Safe, he thinks. You’re safe while you’re in here with him, even if you offer nothing more than false smiles and small talk. Here he can make you laugh and tell its genuine. Here he can care for you in the only way you’ll let him - in only the ways you deem safe, for him.

Shortly after two drinks, you switched to something non-alcoholic and with the storm raging on outside, you stayed put long enough to mostly dry your clothes and sober right back up. Even liquor couldn’t quite keep a hold on you.

You keep yourself busy either quietly conversing with Wonwoo when he was free or watching him work when he’s busy. Mentally catalogging each image of him, every word spoken in his deep, familiar voice. Filing it away for the inevitable plummet when you leave him again.

Nearly eleven o’clock you notice people filing out of the bar, back into the rain. Each minute passes and more people gather up and head out until you’re alone, glancing around like someone else might be lingering much like you are. 

Wonwoo dutifully wipes down all the tables and says goodnight to his co-worker, letting him know he can close up by himself at this point and panic floods your viens. You quickly gather your things and Wonwoo turns to you curiously. Seeing your bag strap looped over your shoulder, his heart drops.

“You can stay,” he says quickly emptying his hands, “It’ll just take me a few minutes to lock up and it’s pouring still.”

You smile sadly, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about me,” you urge, putting more space between you, “It was good to see you.”

“Wait,” he attempts to maneuver the counter but you’re so close to the door, “When can I see you again?”

You grip the door handle so tightly it cuts into your hand.

“I don’t…I don’t know. This wasn’t…seeing you tonight wasn’t supposed to happen.”

You quickly glance down at the floor, the pain in his face so open and obvious.

“At least let me drive you home,” he pleads but each step closer has you wrenching the door open, “Please, I just want to make sure you make it home safely.”

You can’t. You cannot even look at him.

You don’t even have a home right now and he doesn’t need to know that. He needs to stay here and forget about you. “I can take the bus,” you argue, “I’ll be fine. I’ve been fine, Wonwoo.”

You’re a liar and a coward.

Wonwoo looks helpless when you take a step out of the door and he can only whisper another desperate, “Please,” before you look back at him.

“Goodbye, Wonwoo.”

And you’re gone.

Hot tears streak down your face as you battle the onslaught of rain, thick droplets pelting your body as you run across the street. The bus stop is still a little ways away but you slow your steps, using the rain as camouflage to let yourself fall apart. There isn’t a soul on the streets and you let the emptiness swallow you whole until your knees are buckling, threatening to sink you into a puddle and let you drown.

Thats when you hear it.

A voice in the distance, strained and restless, calling out your name.

You turn to find Wonwoo running after you and another choked sob falls from your lips as you call back to him. “What are you doing?!”

Like a magnetic force, you close the distance between you and he grabs both your arms, dragging you against his chest. “Don’t leave again,” he shouts over the volume of the storm and adrenaline thumping in your ears, “Don’t walk away from me, please.”

Sorrow grips your heart in a vice, squeezing the last bits of light from you.

“You should be the one walking away from me! Don’t you get it?!” 

You grit your teeth so angry at the way emotion chops your words up when you’re begging him to understand. “I’m like poison, Wonwoo! My life is misery, and pain, and endless fucking disaster! Why can’t you see that? Why would you want me? I’m a broken, angry, selfish person. Why won’t you let me save you from me?!”

The last sentence hardly makes it out because Wonwoo’s lips crash against yours. He kisses you tenderly but with a firmness that tells you he won’t go. He won’t leave and let you crash and burn on your own. Cold, wet hands cradle your face, so gently, and make their way down to your shoulders and the middle of your back, anything he can do to keep you anchored right here in his arms. 

He kisses you in the rain for what feels like forever and you chase him when he pulls away for air because you’ve spiraled so far out of control you’re not sure how to bring yourself back to reality. You’re easily reconnected because he doesn’t care that its pouring and you’re both drenched. He doesn’t care that he’ll probably be sick tomorrow because he’s needed this, needed you, for so long now.

You tremble under his touch, fingers gripping and twisting into his shirt, holding him close. 

With his forehead rested against yours, he tries to shield you from the rain.

“Come back inside with me,” he pants, “We’re going home.”

You try to shake your head, pleading with him to let you go but he tightens his grip and stares back at you. “I’m not asking anymore,” he says resolutely, “I love you and we’re going back home, together.”

A fresh sob springs from your throat at the memory of home. 

He moves slowly as he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, and begins pulling you back toward the bar. You follow him, no energy or willpower to pull your hand from his and do the right thing. To spare him from inevitable heartbreak.

Wonwoo doesn’t let go of you once as he pulls you back inside, locking the front doors behind you. You follow him in silence as he flicks off lights and leads you out the back door, still working with only one hand to lock up and then he’s opening the passenger door to his car and you’re slipping inside. 

When he gets into the driver’s seat, he turns on the heat and then takes your hand again, holding it the entire fifteen minute drive back to his apartment.

What was once also your apartment.

Pushing inside the front door, you notice it looks exactly the same. As if time froze the moment you walked out and only the sound of the door shutting and locking behind you allowed it to resume. 

Wonwoo stands behind you, waiting for you to move or speak but when you can’t seem to do either, he takes your hand and you look up at him - conflicting emotions so evident on your face - and he guides you back into the bedroom and adjoining bathroom to start the shower because you’re both still soaked and you haven’t stopped shaking. 

“Come on,” he urges gently, “Let’s warm you up.”

Numb physically and emotionally, you don’t react when Wonwoo carefully begins removing your clothing and his, tossing them into the corner. He sticks his hand under the water and adjusts the temperature before walking you inside closest to the spray. You stand there motionless, staring at a spot over his shoulder as he reaches up to wash your hair quietly.

Everything is fuzzy and out of focus until your vision shifts to find a small freckle on his collarbones and it’s then that you finally speak. “Aren’t you tired of this?”

It’s not a question about his physical state and he knows this. He knows what you mean. 

‘Aren’t you tired of me?’

Wonwoo hums to himself, shaking his head and rinsing soap from your shoulders as he looks down at you. “Aren’t you, though?” he asks, stroking his thumbs against your skin, “The weight you’re trying to carry alone is crushing you - I know you’re exhausted.”

You are exhausted in every way, shape, and form. 

Your familial trauma and responsibilities, your failing career, your health, and the endless debt that keeps growing with each day - it’s killing you.

With another crackling sob, you fall against his chest, wrapping your arms around his bare torso until your fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back slightly. He tucks you in closer, bracing your trembling body against his own with one hand cradling the back of your head and the other rubbing your back as the showerhead continues warming you both.

“Allowing me to shoulder a little bit of your burdens will not hurt me,” he says softly, “I am tired of silence. I am tired of going to sleep and waking up in an empty bed. I am tired of watching you struggle to do it all alone with a fake smile to hide your pain but I am never tired of you.”

“Look at me,” he says after a moment and you pull yourself off his chest to meet his gentle eyes. “I’ve been waiting every single day of the last four months for you to come home. You told me to give you space and I’ve done all I can to stay and be patient, wait for you to finally let me in, but I am terrified that day may never come.”

“Wonwoo…”

He presses your foreheads together and lets out a shaky breath.

“I am begging,” he whispers painfully, “Let me love you. Let me help you.”

“Please.”

“I’m sorry,” you kiss him, “I’m so sorry for leaving.”

“I know,” he whispers back, kissing your lips and then the space between your eyes, “Just stay with me, okay? Come home and we’ll get through it together.”

Wonwoo has never once lied to you and you’re nodding before you can even form words but that’s all he needs as reassurance that in in the very least, you won’t slip from his arms and disapear in the middle of the night. He’d hold onto you until the sun rose and if you told him you weren’t ready, he’d wait but he hopes you’ll stay. 

Forever and a day could go by and he’d still be waiting for you.

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