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sxcret-garden · 7 months
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Leedo ღ Beautiful [M]
ღ Oneus Leedo x fem!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: comfort, soft smut (soft dom!Leedo, fingering, praise, mirror sex, he calls reader princess) ღ warnings: reader has a negative body image
Desc.: When you’re getting ready to attend an event you’re supposed to wear a dress to, you find yourself being unable to look at yourself in the mirror. Hating to see you hating your body like this, your boyfriend Gunhak takes a chance to try to convince you that you’re just fine the way you are.
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You’re standing in front of the mirror, and no matter how many times you let your eyes scan the reflection of you in the mauve colored dress you’re wearing, you fail to find the voice of confidence within you that tells you you look just fine in it. You hate everything about it - the way your hips look too big under the fabric, the way the dress makes your stomach appear bigger, the way your arms and legs aren’t hidden in the comfort of a sweater and wide pants, and in general how it’s wrapped around your body so tightly. You can suddenly see all the things you avoid to look at usually, and now you’re even expected to go out like this in just under an hour and have everyone else see what you don’t want to show them. 
The background noise of your boyfriend taking a shower in the bathroom next door stops, and the sudden silence reminds you to try and pull yourself together. You’re not supposed to be doing this. He knows how self-conscious you are about the way you look, so he made you promise not to obsess over it beforehand, and now that you’re doing it anyway you feel incredibly guilty. That, on top of this tiny pestering voice at the back of your head that keeps telling you how ugly you are, is making you not want to go to tonight’s event and instead bury yourself in wide pajamas and a heap of blankets, rewatching your favourite movie or listening to music all night. It really doesn’t matter what it is - so long as it drowns out your thoughts and the world around you.
“Have you seen my-” Gunhak stops abruptly in the doorway when he sees you frowning at the big mirror in your bedroom. “Y/N,” he sighs your name, and you can find a hint of worry in his expression as you turn your head to look at him. You fake your best smile, even though you know it’s too late.
“What do you need?” you ask, in hopes he would simply say what he came here for, but instead he shakes his head and walks inside, not wearing anything on top.
“My shirt,” he explains as he comes to a halt behind you and he puts his big hands on your shoulders. They’re still damp from the shower. “I was looking for my shirt. Are you okay?”
“Sure…” you answer, refusing to look at neither his face nor the mirror.
“I can tell you’re not,” he dissents, slightly shaking his head. “Is it about the dress?” You feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, and for a moment anxiety rushes through your body.
“I-… I’m fine…” you say it in a way that makes it obvious not even you believe your own words. Gunhak sighs in resignation, and his shoulders relax a bit as he gives your figure a thorough look. You can tell he’s trying to figure out how to cheer you up, so you interrupt his thoughts before he can even start talking.
“It’s alright,” you say, spinning around now, so you can face him properly. “I’ll just not go.”
“Huh?” He sounds upset. “Why would you say that? Weren’t you looking forward to tonight?”
“Not anymore. Not like this… not when I hate the way I look so much.” Your voice grows smaller as you go on talking, and eventually tears well up in your eyes. You do everything in your might to bite them back and to keep yourself from crying, but when your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you hit your limit. You start sobbing while he lets you rest your head against his chest, caressing your hair in a soothing manner.
“Why do you even love me?” you eventually wail. “Someone like you shouldn’t settle for someone so ugly.” He immediately grabs you by the shoulders, tearing you out of the embrace to intently look at you instead. 
“Why would you say such a thing?” There is warmth in his voice, but in a way he also sounds like he’s scolding you. “I love you, including the way you look-”
“But haven’t you seen me?!” you cut him off, crying even harder now, and then you spread your arms to make him look at your entire being. “Who would want me like this?!" 
"Stop that.”
“I’m fat and ugly and I have literally nothing to give!”
“I said stop,” Gunhak repeats, but you simply yell at him a bit louder.
“Why would you even date someone like m-” He grabs your face with both hands, and before you can register what’s going on, he brings you in to smash his lips against yours in a kiss to shut you up. He kisses you somewhat forcefully, but still with a lot of love, and in the end you feel yourself relax a bit.
“I’m dating you because I love you,” he tells you after parting from you, and you can still feel his warm breath on your skin as he talks. “You’re more than your body or your weight or whatever you don’t like about your appearance.” You feel the need to say something, like you’re supposed to thank him, but your words get stuck in your throat and you merely glance to the side abashedly.
“And also,” Gunhak adds, his tone soft, “in my eyes you are very beautiful. Every line of you…” he lets his fingers dance from your cheek to your collarbone - “And every curve…” - and along your side until his hand rests on your hip. “They’re all very beautiful to me.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s a serious expression on his face, but at the same time his gaze is filled with warmth, and it makes your chest fill with that same warmth too. And then he leans in closer, and when you shut your eyelids he places one more gentle kiss on your lips, whispering, “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”
You nod at him, because at this point there’s nothing else you can do. You already feel yourself at his mercy, being unable to escape the grip he has on you with his words like a soothing balm to your heart, and the way he looks at you so fondly, gaze dripping with honey. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress, and with as much effort as it took you to force yourself to put it on, with as much ease does it glide down your body and fall to the floor now. Gunhak wraps his arms around you wholly, and he pulls you close. Skin against skin, his body heat wraps itself around you, and as you separate he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly at first, but soon the desire takes over, and he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless. You feel him unclasp your bra, and you willingly let him rid you of that as well, and eventually your last piece of clothing comes off too. 
“Turn around, baby,” he says, and immediately there is fear rushing through your body. Your eyes widen, but he shakes his head. “Trust me. I want to show you how beautiful you are.” Not quite having gathered your courage you gulp, and then you do as told anyway, and as soon as your reflection in the mirror comes into sight, you instinctively look away. Gunhak has his hands rested on your shoulders, and he places a kiss right beneath your earlobe. “I love you,” you hear him whisper, and you enjoy the ticklish feeling of his fingertips dancing down your back. “And I love the way you look.”
“Why…?” you mumble, still not daring to let your eyes meet the mirror.
“What?” He lets out a short laugh. “What do you mean, why? I just do. You’re beautiful to me.” Then his hands land on your hips, and he gives them a gentle squeeze. “And sexy.” He kisses a trail down the side of your throat, and when he lets one of his hands slip between your legs to run his nails up the inside of your thigh, you quickly shut your eyes. Heat arises in the pit of your stomach, and you feel a need for him to touch you. But you don’t dare ask for it, so instead you wait for his next move. You sigh when his lips continue to work their magic in your neck, letting yourself lean against his bare chest. And then, finally, you feel him pressing a finger to your core, dragging it up your folds, and you whimper at the friction. He lets his fingertip draw figure eights on your clit, and for a while you simply enjoy the feeling, until Gunhak calls out your name.
“Y/N,” he says, voice raspy and filled with warmth, “open your eyes.”
“Don’t wanna…” you protest, and when your boyfriend dips a finger inside you, but pulls out again right away, you whine.
“Do it. I’ll show you when you’re the most beautiful to me,” you hear him whisper darkly in your ear, and you dare to glance at your reflection through one eye. However, your gaze immediately gets drawn to Gunhak’s face in the mirror, and the look he gives you, his eyes focused only on you. 
“You’re doing well,” he whispers. When he pushes his finger back inside as a reward, you moan, and he starts slowly pumping it in and out of you. “That’s my beautiful princess.” His words may not be able to change your mind about your body forever, but at least they’re melting away your doubts for now. And so you take a deep breath before looking at your reflection, and you see the way your body fits so perfectly into his arms. Your eyes follow his other hand as it comes up to your chest, covering your hard nipple to gently squeeze it, and another moan falls from your lips at his touch. You see yourself, and maybe it’s because the need for an orgasm is clouding your mind, but for the first time in a while you don’t hate looking at your body. You whimper when suddenly you feel his teeth graze your neck, nibbling on the skin in an attempt to suck a mark into it. Then he adds another finger, and his movements become faster, leading you to moan his name.
“You like that?” he asks, and you nod strongly, pushing your hips forward a bit.
“More…” you mumble.
“You want another finger?”
“Y-yeah…” And again you whimper when he gives you what you asked for, and the way he fills you up feels so good, along with the image in the mirror of him fingering you suddenly making you unable to take your eyes off your reflection. 
“You see how beautiful you are like this?” he asks.
“Y-yeah…” you answer again, having to admit to yourself that you kind of like seeing what he’s doing to you from this perspective.
“I’ll show you what’s even more beautiful.” Gunhak’s voice rings in your ears as he presses his thumb against your clit. Curling his fingers inside you while also stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves, you can feel your high approaching faster. “Look at yourself, babe,” he orders, and you do, until the pleasure gets too much and you shut your eyes tightly.
“I-I’m gonna cum…” you whine, and you earn a hum of approval from him. You can feel his chest vibrate against your back, and he holds you tight while his fingers are bringing you to your high. You cry out when your orgasm hits you, and as you’re coming down from it, your boyfriend makes sure to keep you steady on shaky knees. Eventually he sits you down on your bed and he grabs some tissues to clean you up.
“Do you wanna give the dress another chance?” Gunhak asks after picking it up off the floor and sitting down next to you with it in his hands. He leans in to place a kiss on your temple, adding, “Or should we get you something more comfortable to wear?”
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throttlethrow · 11 months
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Echo (Leedo)
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Pairing: Oneus Leedo x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: 18+
Summary: You wake up from a spicy dream and find the star of the dream next to you
Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex (female terms), breeding kink, face-fucking, cock warming
A/N: I was in the process of writing this when Pygmalion dropped and we found out how explicit Echo is. Also, I've been in a morning sex kinda mood idk. It's also a lot longer since I wrote it in actual fic form instead of imagine.
Eyes still closed, you felt the bed dip next to you. You tried to hold onto the dream you were having but only ghost touches and the slickness in your underwear remain. You roll into the warm presence and look up to see Geonhak freshly showered and only dressed in a pair of jeans. He was leaning against the headboard and scrolling on his phone but turns to you when you move.
"Oh sorry, did I wake you up?" He asks and you shake your head, "Kinda? Not really."
He huffs in amusement, a teasing smirk on his lips, "What does that mean? I can't 'kinda or not really' wake you up." You made petulant sound in response, smooshing your face to his hip and throw an arm around them. "Okay, you did," your voice was muffled from talking into his hip, "I was having a nice dream too..."
"Aw, sorry baby," He put his phone onto the nightstand, "What dream were you having??" You peer up at him, distracted from how good he looks in the morning light. While waiting for an answer, he runs his fingers through your bed head and gently undoes any tangles. It felt nice and you could fall back asleep like this but afterimages of your dream flooded in. Your legs thrown over muscular shoulders, strong hands holding you down and echoes of deepest grunts in your ear. "... A fun dream."
"Fun dream, huh?" You could hear the amusement in Geonhak's voice, "What happened in it?" You felt too horny and embarrassed to say anything so you roll onto him instead. Resting your head on his hip, your mouth ends up close to a familiar spot. It might have been your imagination but you thought you felt him twitch with interest.
There was no reaction but when you make eye contact, he has an intense look in his eyes. His fingers continue to comb through your hair but there's a slight pressure at the end of every stroke as if he's trying to get your mouth on him.
You oblige by mouthing the denim around the swell of his crotch, feeling it twitch against your lips. The sleepy atmosphere shifted, his hand in your hair stilling at the back your head. Geonhak's other hand moves to unbutton his jeans and you pull back to let him pull himself out. The hand in your hair guides you down and your jaw drops open to let him feed his cock into your mouth. You moan around him, eyes closing as your mouth fills up with the taste of him.
Drawing a deep breath through your nose, you enjoy having the weight of his dick on your tongue. You relax your lips and groan around him as you breathed out, hearing Geonhak echo your groan from the vibration around him. In this thick atmosphere, you could stay like this and keep him warm in your mouth but with the tightening grip in your hair and feeling yourself oozing slick into your underwear, you know you both wanted something else. You started to shallowly rock your head, sometimes angling it so that the head of his cock bulges out your cheek. Geonhak looked unfazed but the lazer focus on the drool and precum at the corners of your lips told you that he liked it a little nasty.
Flattening your tongue against the head, you pull back and make a show of lazily lapping at his cock from root to tip. Geonhak softly groans as you suck hard at the top and you felt his grip in your hair tighten, letting him slowly push your head down onto his cock. You whine around him, body jerking a little at the intrusion and grinding your hips into the bedding. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you try to relax your gag relax.
"Good girl," he praises, voice gravelly. His free hand joins the other in your hair and he lifts your head a little. "Baby, can I...?" Knowing what he wants, you let out a little "Mmhmm," and drop your jaw as much as you can.
"So good," he breathes as his carefully starts thrusting into your mouth, pausing with your mouth at the root of his cock and holding you there. "So pretty for me like this."
You could only respond with a weak "Mmhmm," head filling up with cotton and everything sounding so, so far away. "You love this, huh. I could do whatever I want with you and you'd love it," he continues to rasp, chest heaving as he continued to fuck your throat. "I wish I could show you how pretty you look right now... So happy with my cock in your mouth." You could barely listen to his rambling, eyes teared up and unfocused. With one more thrust, he holds your head down at the root of his dick, revelling in the feeling of your throat spasming around the tip before pulling you off and pushing you onto your back. You lay back with your arms above you, catching your breath. Towering over you, he strips off his jeans and pushes up your sleep shirt to reveal your chest, bunching it under your arms.
Geonhak pulls your underwear off you and hooks your legs around his hips. "Look at you..." he said as he pushes your legs apart and looks at your dripping hole. Spitting onto his fingers, he pushes them into you and pumps them at a deliberate pace with his thumb on your clit. "You're so wet from just me using your mouth...." A startled moan leaves your lips as you kick your legs, dripping around his fingers. He catches a knee with his free hand and holds your leg down which makes you whimper and writhe in his hold.
"You like that? Using you? Breeding you?" You close your eyes and nod, being reminded of your own need as you clench around his fingers.
He huffs in amusement at the response before he pulls back and smear your slick onto his cock with a few light pumps. "Baby, talk to me. No nodding." It took a moment for you to collect your thoughts like this, but you rasp a soft, "Yes..."
"Yes?" He asks, rubbing his dick against your entrance.
"I love it... Love your cock. Want you inside..." You murmured while spreading your legs wider for him. "Good girl," Lining himself up, he groans as he feels your heat wrap around him and you echo his groan with one of your own.
Laying forward, he holds you tightly as his hips move at a slow but hard pace. You threw your head back, staccato moans punched out of you with every thrust. "So good... So pretty," he rambles, punctuating every word with a thrust. Distantly, you think about how he usually feels awkward with dirty talk but the mood must have shifted something in him. A nibble on your shoulder and a particularly hard snap of his hips dissolves that thought. "Please," you shouted, "I'm gonna- ah!"
To your dismay, instead of speeding up, he pauses and giggles light and airy as you slap at his chest when he sits up. "Don't worry, baby," he said while reaching over for a pillow. He gives your lips a quick peck before pushing the pillow under your hips. Then, he holds your hips down and continues to fuck you at a furious pace. You throw your head back shouting and thrashing as your pleasure spikes. Geonhak catches your legs and holds them down by the knees to spread them open, watching his cock disappear into you.
"Wanna fill you up. Can I fill you up?" The desperate tone in his voice opens the floodgates for you. "Yes baby. Fill me. Yes, yes, please!! Ah-!" You babble as you tense around him, back arched and twitching. He pauses for a moment as you cum around him before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in, the force of his thrusts pushing you up the bed. It's too much. It feels like his cock is punching the breath out of your lungs. You try to squirm away but the grip on your knees won't budge.
"Gonna-" he gritted out, pulling back, "fill you," another deep thrust, "Gonna-" pulling back again, "Breed you--!!" And he holds his breath as he hits his high, hips grinding dirty little circles as his cock twitches, pumping hot cum inside you. A long groan escaped your lips as you wrapped your legs tightly around him.
Geonhak tries to pull away but quickly got the picture when your legs didn't loosen, gathering you in his arms to flop onto his back. As you settle in his lap with his cock still in you, you lay your head on his chest and he pulls the sheets around you both. You like being in his arms like this, feeling full and secure.
"Good morning," Geonhak murmurs, fingers combing through your hair again.
"Good morning, baby."
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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year
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Irish Breakfast
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Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader
Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.
Word Count: 4.6k
Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)
Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable
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Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.
You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.
Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.
You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.
You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.
Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.
LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?
You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.
“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.
Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.
“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.
You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.
“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.
You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.
He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.
“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”
A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”
His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.
“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”
You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.
Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.
You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.
His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.
You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.
“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”
“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”
“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.
“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”
“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.
Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.
“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.
You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”
Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.
Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.
“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”
“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.
Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”
“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”
Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”
You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.
Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.
“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.
“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.
Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.
He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”
You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.
“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”
“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.
“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.
You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.
The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.
“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.
“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”
You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.
“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”
Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.
“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”
You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”
Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.
That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”
A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”
Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.
“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.
You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.
“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.
You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.
He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.
“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”
“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.
“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”
You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.
“Sorry,” you whisper.
He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.
“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”
“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.
Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.
“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”
Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”
He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.
The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.
“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.
You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.
“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.
“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”
It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.
“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”
Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”
Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.
“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.
“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”
Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.
With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.
“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”
“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.
You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.
Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.
When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.
“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”
“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.
“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”
“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.
“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.
Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”
“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.
You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”
Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”
You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.
You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.
He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.
That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.
Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…
You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…
A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”
“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”
You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”
There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”
“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”
You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.
Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”
It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.
“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”
You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”
Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”
“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.
“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”
The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.
“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”
You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”
You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.
Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”
You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.
He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”
“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.
Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.
“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”
You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.
“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”
A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”
He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.
“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.
“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”
You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.
You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.
“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.
You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.
“You make it so difficult.”
You blink. “So difficult to what?”
He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”
Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.
You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”
When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”
You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”
You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.
He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”
You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.
His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.
“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.
You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.
“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.
You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”
“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.
You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”
Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.
“Touché.”
You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.
His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.
He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”
His fingers squeeze yours.
“I just missed you,” he whispers.
It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.
Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.
When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.
“There’s, um.”
You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”
You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”
“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.
His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”
You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”
His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”
When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.
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itstheoneshot · 1 year
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Kinktober Day 11
Restraints/Blindfold - Seoho
!dom Seoho
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“Oh, baby…” Seoho soothes you, though his tone is deeply drenched in sarcasm, “You really thought I’d let you see me, didn’t you?”
You whimper as you tug at your wrists but the harder you pull, it seems the rope only gets tighter. It is disorienting, only being able to hear and feel what is happening around you… and to you.
You know that you are naked, you at least could see for that part. It all started so innocently, with sweet kisses that grew a little hot and heavy after your boyfriend arrived home from a long day of schedules.
It was fine, until you nipped a little too hard on his bottom lip during a lingering kiss and it was as if a switch flicked in his mind and he became another person… the darker, crazier version of the usually sweet angelic boy that you love.
“Please, Seoho,” You beg, “Don’t tease…”
Though of course he will, he always does and you secretly love it too. You love his dark side, the kinks, the control, the seemingly never ending supply of toys that appear that he just has to try out on you… not unlike the silk rope around your wrists, and the black ribbon blindfold over your eyes right now.
The lack of sight heightens the rest of your senses, and as he trails his fingers down your chest it feels like fireworks, so much more sensitive than before. You writhe under his touch as his hand moves lower and lower, and he leans in to kiss you passionately right as his fingers reach where you need them the most.
“Fuck,” You whimper against his lips, “Baby… please.”
Seoho lets his hand slip further, his middle and index finger pressed against your entrance but not hard enough to breach it, while his thumb rests against your clit. Your hips buck reflexively, wanting more although you know that he will give it to you when he is ready.
“You look so pretty like this,” Seoho murmurs, “If only you could see yourself, it’s a pity, isn’t it?”
You cry out, throwing your head back as his fingers enter you slowly, stretching you out just a little in preparation for what you know will be a long session. He starts slow, with a gentle circling motion on your clit and an easy rhythm inside you, working you up to take more soon. Your wrists ache from pulling at them, wanting to be freed, wanting to touch him in the same way that he is touching you, and he only makes this worse for you by letting you feel just how hard he is too.
“Seoho,” You whine, “I need you.”
He presses kisses along your jawline and then down your neck in lieu of a response in words, your legs twitching as he pulls you closer to ecstasy with each stroke of his fingers. His breathing is hot and heavy, matching yours while you try to readjust, if there was any other way to make it clear to him that you need his cock, you were going to make it obvious.
“Patience, sweetheart,” He hums, though as you wrap your legs around his, he groans in his own anticipation, “Soon, I promise.”
Through the blackness of your blindfold, you see stars as your orgasm closes in. Seoho can feel it too, with the way that your body pulsates, sucking him in as you finally tip over the edge. You are surprised that he allowed you to, but you will take anything he gives, and the pleasure is oh so worth it, even more so with knowing that this will not be the only time.
“More,” You stutter, even though he hasn’t slowed down, you hope that he knows what you mean, “Come on… you want to.”
He does, of course he does. The overwhelming desire that he has for you is only increased tenfold after making you cum for him. There is barely a second between him removing his fingers and him lining up and thrusting his cock into you, and you both moan in sync, harmonising perfectly.
It is still painful, having your arms tied up above your head as Seoho fucks you hard, but you take it so obediently, knowing that he will release you soon, and that he does. He slowly trails his hand up your arm to your wrists, and even slower he unties the rope to free you. Your arms are like dead weight at first, but you use your strength and regained blood flow to now grab at his body too, feeling the curvature of his waist and back, admiring every muscle as each thrust brings both of you closer to high, again for you, and once for him.
“You want it, don’t you?” He asks, “You want me to fill you up?”
You moan at the thought, nodding your head as you dig your nails into his skin, wanting nothing more than that feeling of warmth as he releases, your body begging for it before you do so with words.
“Yes,” You gasp, just as you reach peak again, and you feel his cock twitch, “Fuck… fuck yes!”
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jinisnuggets · 3 months
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𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠𝕨𝕟
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ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˡᵉᵉ ᵏᵉᵒⁿʰᵉᵉ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 1.2ᵏ
ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁱˢˡᵉ, ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ.
ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷʰᵒˡᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ
ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
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The day finally came, Keonhee was standing upfront at the center, eyes glued to the aisle, in which he would finally see you become his.
Although everyone eyes were looking forward, he was looking to the side, all anxiety leaving from his body, just as he saw the curtains to the aisle start to open, he shut his eyes and remembered everything you guys went through.
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“Pardon me?”
Keonhee’s eyes met everywhere but yours, looking around at your scenery to make sure nobody was watching.
“Would you please go out with me?”
Guys had asked you out multiple times, but you rejected almost all because they were jerks to others and probably only wanted to date you for you looks, not for who you were
But Keonhee was different in a way…
Keonhee wasn't the most quiet human being, but he wasn't popular nor did he bully anyone. Anyone who knew him would tell you he was just loud and very funny.
You and Keonhee weren't strangers either, you guys definitely did talk once in a while, but you surely didn't know too much about him.
“As a date?”
The boy nodded to your question.
“I really like you, but we don't know much about each other, so maybe we could go out as a type of friendly date and get to know each other?”
Your mind immediately told you green flag, it was already a big deal that he actually wanted to know you before taking things to any extreme.
“Yeah, I get that. What day?”
The boy looked up at you with excitement.
“Wait... what!?”
“When do we meet up?”
He looked around to see if anyone was pressuring you, among not seeing anyone, he looked back at you.
“Saturday?”
“This Saturday?”
“Mmhm.” He responded in agreement.
“At?”
“You choose, I wanna make this a fun friendly meet up.”
“Let's just go to some restaurant for lunch.”
“Like..?”
“Maybe that Chinese restaurant? I really wanna try it.”
“Okay, at 3:00?”
“Mmm, I'll be there.”
Just then you heard the bells to lunch break end, you turned around and saw people going back inside from eating lunch with their partner and friends. You looked back at Keonhee, who was also looking at the others.
“We should get going, I'll see you later.”
You nodded and brought yourself back to inside to continue your classes.
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“I think it's been enough time… don't you think?”
“What are you talking about?”
Both of you sat at a small hill that sat above the city, watching all the lights and cars that passed by, it was such a peaceful setting that made you feel safe, especially while being with Keonhee.
“Let's date.”
“What-?”
“It's been a few years… since my confession… we've been best friends... So let's date.”
“I thought you forgot..” you said letting out a small chuckle.
“I would never forget that.”
You nodded in agreement.
“Let's date.”
“Wait… seriously?”
“Yeah! Why not?” You again said letting out a small chuckle which Keonhee joined you in on.
“You didn't rush things with me, and took the time to get to know me. We became best friends, so yeah, it's time. Let's date!”
Keonhee grabbed his head in a playful way.
“I guess I didn't expect that answer “
“So are we gonna date or was that a joke..?”
“At first it was… but not really anymore.”
Keonhee leaned in a gave you a small kiss, which made you lean back in shock.
“First kiss already?”
“I don't see why not…” Keonhee teased as you hit him lightly..
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“What did you get me this time?”
“Just open it.”
“Wae!? You're scaring me”
You lightly pushed your boyfriend away from you, you always knew that these small tiny gifts on random days were always something that went overboard, you both laughed as you put the box down and made a dramatic suspense between you and the small tiny box.
“Now you're making me nervous…”
You giggled a bit and then turned to face him.
“Why would you be nervous.”
You turned back as you lifted the top off of the box, a saw a ring, a beautiful ring for sure, you looked over at Keonhee in surprise.
“How much did this cost?”
“You'll never know” Keonhee said in his regular teasing pitch.
“It's so pretty…”
You didn't take it out, as you were scared to break or dirty it.
“You should wear it.”
You glanced at him and took the ring out of the box, while exploring your new piece of jewelry, you suddenly noticed the small carvings on the inside
A PROMISE
Turning you body to face Keonhee's you questioned
“A promise?”
“Mmhm… I wanna make a promise to you today.”
It didn't change a thing, you were still very confused on what he meant.
“What type of promise?”
“I wanna promise you that one day I will make you mine… permanently.”
“What…?”
“This is my promise ring to you… do you accept it?”
“Are you joking!? Of course I accept it! I love you so much… it's so pretty, but you didn't have to buy this much of an exclusive ring, you could've just shaped a stick and I would've been happy"
Saying jokingly and letting yourself fall onto your boyfriend, hugging him tightly and allowing him to kiss you multiple times
“Thank you so much.”
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One thing slowly led to another, and eventually, one of those things was Keonhee being down on one knee in front of you, your mouth covered and tears begining to form in your eyes.
“Yn… you're one of the best people I've ever met in my life, you helped me overcome my insecurities and brought me into the light of your world. I am so lucky that I was able to find someone like you and bring you into my life… I'm sorry if I wasn't able to fufill the role I promised to take as your boyfriend, but I swear with all of my heart, that this entire time, my love for you hasn't vanished, because it's still as strong as the same day I met eyes with you. I wanna make you mine, protect you every moment I get, be the first one to support you when you need someone to cry on… I wanna be that person who you can rely on, and tell all your problems to, so will you please allow me to take care of you for the rest of your life..? Will you marry me?”
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Now… you're here, walking down the aisle in that white dress that drags across the floor, walking over to you fiance who you had dated for so many years…. waiting for the moment that you never thought would become a reality.
You walked slowly, smiling your entire way to your future husband, the man who promised to take care of you, and you swore to protect.
“You're gorgeous… you get more beautiful everyday..”
“I would say the same to you ...”
Keonhee held his tears inside as he heard the pastor say the words. Tension building as he asked you
“Do you wish to stay with Lee Keonhee for the rest of your life until death brings you apart?”
Not a single person moving, as the only noise came from the screaming silence. People watched you in excitement and anxiety, as you opened your mouth and said the words.
“Yes…”
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the-dreambook · 4 months
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My sweet mochi
Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, domestic life (sort of) Pairing: Keonhee X Reader
Rating: T Warnings: body dysmorphia both mentioned and showed, nudity showed (there are no smut scenes but still, if you're a minor, don't read this story and don't interact with it in any manner or I'll block you) Notes: This story is the first one that I wrote in a notebook after ages. Last time I did it I was probably eighteen years old. Some scenes are based on something I experienced during my teenage years but recently some of the symptoms came back and I made up this story as a way to overcome them. I tried to proofread it and make sure it had everything working well and going smoothly. I had this story in the drafts for too long, I wanted to post it, I hope everything went well at the end. Also, I've used European sizes for clothes. Summary: You didn't look at the mirror for months since you started living with your boyfriend. It wasn't a big deal for you. You had a new job, a new little apartment and your lover. Everything is perfect now. Until you decide to buy new clothes.
A day that didn't start in the best way possible wasn't going the right way. Work didn't treat you well today. You thought that going to buy some clothes and making some new outfits to show to your boyfriend would have fixed this day. But it didn't work. Only a couple of new sweaters and jeans fitted your size. But you didn't think about it. It was the shop's fault for not having enough L size clothes that day.
Despite that, you managed to make a couple of outfits. You took some selfies with them and sent them to your boyfriend's chat. "He should come back from work very soon. I can't wait to see his reaction when he sees them." You thought while smiling at your own pictures. "This day will get better when he comes home, I know it." You thought.
You stretched your arms. "I'll take a shower while waiting for Keonhee. He'll receive a big surprise when he'll be back, I know, I know. I can't wait to see his face!" You went to the bathroom and started to get rid of your clothes. "Yes, yes, yes! I can't wait for him! I have so much stuff to tell him, maybe he'll find a way to cheer me up." You were thinking. But then you turned towards the mirror.
You were shirtless, looking at yourself in the mirror. You started to shiver but it wasn't for the bathroom's coolness. Your stretch marks, the signs of your past. You looked at them much closer, your fingers tracing them as a way to count them. "Why they're more than usual? They weren't this huge amount last time." You thought.
You facepalmed. "Uff, am I stupid right now? Of course, they're more than usual, I didn't look at them for years. I've just forgotten that I have them, that's all." You thought while taking a breath and trying to calm down. But deep inside, you knew something wasn't right. It wasn't just your stretch marks. You remembered what happened today when you were trying new clothes. The struggle you had when you were wearing some of those, how you sadly declined some pretty clothes because they weren't of your size, how you looked at the tallies and you were just searching for the L size.
You looked at your tights and your belly. You touched them and squeezed their skin more and more until your hands stopped. Fat. That was the only word in your mind. You looked at yourself in the mirror once again and then you turned your sight towards the scale. You felt the urge to go on there and see your weight. But you just stared at it. "I already know the result anyway. I didn't lose anything. Maybe I just gained more weight. Like I always do." You thought.
Your mum's words came to your mind. She was the one who always put you on some diet, who always told you that you didn't find a partner because you weren't even trying to curate your body. And the ones who always looked at you badly when you wanted to eat some sweets.
"You should have some control! How can you not notice that your health will be damaged if you don't take some self control about when and what you eat?" These were the words you heard the most during your childhood and now they were coming back louder in your head. Maybe she was right. You were like this because you never had self-control. Always eating when you have anxiety, always eating when you are nervous. No self-control. Only searching for comfort through food. And getting fat while doing it.
And then you remembered. Keonhee. Your boyfriend. The man of your life. The man who showered you with love since the first day. The man who always called you and referred to you as the most beautiful creature he ever met.
You remember when you met him for the first time when you were still a part-time waiter in a cafe. Keonhee went there because he didn't find a cafe to spend some free time that day. He got caught by your gentle manners. He went to that cafe almost every day since he saw you, hoping to meet you. Even a short chat was making him happy.
And then, one day, he asked you when you would have ended your shift. He would have waited for you. And when you went out of the cafe, you found him. He was really waiting for you. He just brought back home that day. But you didn't know at the time that he also confessed to you that day. Your first time hearing "I love you" from someone, your first kiss, your first lover.
And after that, everything seemed to go much better for you. A new, stable job in an office, with a good paycheck and permanent this time. The moving to a new apartment with the money you got. A new life for the both of us, a true couple's life, this time. A couple's life filled with lovely words
"You're so cute, Y/N!" He said every time you stuffed your mouth you had your cheeks full. You said the same thing to him. You remembered all the times you touched his full cheeks, all the times you went to a restaurant and you didn't feel ashamed to eat what you wanted with him, you remembered how he made some of your favourite meals when you were feeling down.
"You're so pretty, Y/N." He said every time he kissed, touched, caressed your skin.
"I love you, Y/N." He said every time he kissed you. He muttered those words on your skin every night, he whispered those words in your ears every morning before waking up, and he said those words while he was making love with you.
You remembered how you weren't even eating that much anymore. You had someone who loved you deeply, you didn't need to find other ways for comfort. Your body dysmorphia is gone. Or at least you thought it was.
But then you remembered other things. Keonhee was famous. Maybe not the most famous celebrity, but he has, indeed, many fans. And you knew that, of all the strangers you met on the street, some of them should have been his fans. And you knew it because of their sights. You always kept in mind that those people were envious, envious of you because you have the prettiest man in the world and they couldn't. You just needed to squeeze his hand more and those sights would have disappeared from your mind. But now those sights have a different meaning. They weren't about envy, they were about pity. Pity for Keonhee and his choice of staying with you.
"Of course, they're pitying him. How can someone as famous and pretty as him be with me? I'm just an aver-no, I'm just an ugly person he casually met at a cafe. He just noticed that I never had a partner in my life and wanted to give me some happiness out of pity." Some tears came to your eyes. You brushed them with your palms while trying to calm down. "He's just waiting for the perfect moment to break up with me and leave." All those words, all those gestures, they were made for nothing.
You took your tank top from the floor and wore it again. But it wasn't helping. Even if they were covered, those stretch marks were there, your body wouldn't have changed. You reached a corner of the bathroom and sat on it. You buried your face between your legs, trying to calm down and stop the tears coming from your face. "I was stupid. Thinking that I would have found a partner like him? What kind of fable I thought I was. Reality is different. He's pretty and famous, I'm ugly and irrelevant. We should have never got toget-"
«I'm home!»
Your thoughts got interrupted. Keonhee's voice was so loud that you could have heard it from the bathroom door. You buried your face on your legs again, your arms holding them tight. You were hoping that you would have turned into a little creature or that you have disappeared at that moment.
«Y/N, where are you? I bought you something delicious from the grocery store while I was coming home. It's your favourite meal!»
His voice was resonating in the house along with his footsteps. You heard him opening a door, your room's door.
«Y/N-uh? Where are you?��
You didn't hear anything for a few seconds. His footsteps resonated again, becoming much closer to the door.
«Oh, you're here! You could have told me that you were in the bathroom, Y/N. I was getting worried.»
"Shit, he saw the light under the door." You thought. "Please, go away, Keonhee. Leave me alone. Just go back-"
Keonhee knocked on the door, interrupting your flow of thoughts.
«Y/N, is everything okay?» The door shrieked a little. Keonhee peeked into the room. He opened the door and looked at you hiding in the corner. His sight got worried. He reached you and kneeled down.
«Y/N, are you okay? Are you hurt?» You shook your head while keeping it buried between your legs. He looked at your clothes on the floor.
«Hey, you should get up! You're barely clothed! The floor is cold, you might get the flu if you stay here. Give me your hand, I'll help you-»
«Leave me alone, Keonhee.» You sobbed. Keonhee got more worried.
«Hey, why are you crying now? Did something bad happen at work?» You didn't say anything this time. Keonhee moved his hands towards you, trying to see your face. Your mind went blank.
"I don't want you. Go away. You never loved me. You just pitied me since we met. Just leave. I don't want you..." You thought. Keonhee's hands were closer to yours. You couldn't take it anymore. You slapped his hand, hitting one of his wrists. Keonhee looked at you with a shocked look.
«Leave me alone!» You screamed.
Keonhee didn't know what to do. He looked at you. He noticed the angry tears on your face. He looked at his wrist: no sign of hurt, not even a reddish bruise. He got up and looked at your clothes on the floor. Then he looked in the mirror. His sight got sad. Maybe he understood why you were like that. You didn't always talk about your dysmorphia to him. You didn't want to go into full detail, just being vague was enough. "I don't like looking in the mirror sometimes", you said once.
He stared at it for a while before looking at you again.
«Mmmh, you were going to take a shower, right?» He asked while taking your clothes from the floor. You looked at him with a confused look.
«Well...yeah.» You almost mumbled. «You don't mind if I take it with you today, right? We didn't do it in a while.» He said while wrapping up the clothes and putting on a little furniture. You were more confused now. "Why didn't you leave me, Keonhee? Why you didn't scream at me? Why are you acting like this?" You thought.
Keonhee was looking at you, waiting for an answer. And you just said "yes".
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It has been ages since both you and Keonhee showered together. He always kept those moments as special occasions where the both of them could have had an intimate moment. But this time you were turned off. Nothing was exciting in that moment for you. You were taking off your clothes but you were just doing it because Keonhee asked you to do so.
You looked at him. He was undressing himself in a corner. You stared at his back. You squeezed your eyes, hoping to find a bruise, a scratch from his back. But there was nothing. Keonhee didn't like going to the gym or working out but you knew that he should have at least done the bare minimum for his work. But despite that, his back was perfect. Not a scratch, not a bruise. Just him stretching his arms and shoulders. He was stunning. He was a marble statue. A perfect marble statue. And you were just a spectator who should have looked at it from a distance if you didn't want to ruin it.
Keonhee ended up stretching his arms. He turned at you. «Oh, you undressed already. Sorry if I took some time.» He said. You looked away from him. His perfect naked body. You felt you didn't deserve him.
«So, let's start before we catch a cold.» He said while chuckling.
Keonhee held your hand and let you enter the shower cabin. He opened the water, letting it flow on our bodies.
«Ah, it's so warm, don't you think Y/N?»
You didn't answer. Your eyes were so focused on his naked body that you didn't care about the water's temperature. Hot? Cold? You didn't care. You were just staring at him.
His body. If it would have been another moment you would have hugged him and kissed every inch of his skin. Keonhee's body always gave you a sense of comfort. His soft belly got infinite trails of kisses from you, his chest has been your pillow for the most troublesome nights, his neck got the best muttered words from you, his prominent collarbone received all the bites and marks because it was your favourite place to do so, his long, delicate arms hugged you every night and every time he did so. He always looked stunning to you. But all that prettiness wasn't doing anything to you. You were really turned off.
You looked down at yourself. Your body was flabby compared to his. A vandalized and ruined body. All those stretch marks on your skin, that round belly on your abdomen who was coming up a little, the lumpy fat on your thighs. An ugly body.
Keonhee took the sponge and put some shower gel on it. He started to brush it on his skin. You did the same but your eyes focused on his hands for some moments. Keonhee always had a habit of being a little rough with his skin. Whether it was a skincare routine or just washing himself, he always went a little harsh on it. But even with the harshest gestures, Keonhee always gave you a soft look. It was because he always loved his body. You weren't on the same thought regarding yourself. You held your sponge and started to brush your skin. But the more you went the more you wanted to delete everything: deleting the fat rolls, deleting the stretch marks, deleting that ugly body of yours. You started to scrub harder and harder, your skin slowly turning red. You wanted everything away. You wanted a perfect body instead.
«Hey...» Keonhee said while stopping your hand. «Y/N, your skin is turning red. Don't scrub it too much.»
You looked away from him. «I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it.»
«That's ok, maybe you had a blank moment.» He said while caressing your cheek. You looked away from him again.
Keonhee left you ending the scrubbing and closed the water. He started to wash his hair. You focused on his hands again. And on his arms. His arms were a little tensed. You could see the veins showing from the skin. His arms were looking strong today. You wished he could have hugged you at that moment. A strong hug that might have given you the comfort needed. "No, I don't need another gesture made out of pity, I don't-"
«Y/N, can I wash your hair too?» Keonhee asked with a wide smile, interrupting your thoughts. Your mind was saying "no" but you just nodded again while looking at the cabin's floor.
«Alright then. Give me a second.» He said while taking the shampoo and putting it on his hands. He started to massage your head.
Those hands. You loved so much those hands. How many cuddles and caresses he gave to you since then? How many times have his fingers traced your skin, touched your lips, played with your hair? "You did all of those gestures because you pitied me, Keonhee?" You thought while he was washing your head, making sure that the shampoo wasn't reaching your eyes. His fingers massaged your temples, going through your scalp back and forth. You started relaxing. You were still thinking that he was doing all of this out of pity but his gentle way of rubbing your scalp was calming you. Maybe something was clicking. You were tired and stressed; Keonhee was giving you some comfort, whether it was out of love or pity.
His hands stopped. You felt his thumb and his index taking your chin and rising it up. You were looking at him now.
His face was closer to yours. Those big eyes that looked at you every day, his cheeks that made him cute and soft every time he stuffed his mouth with food and his little scar. You always looked up at that scar. Keonhee always had a habit of covering it every time he sent a mirror selfie or a normal one to you. But you loved it. You loved that scar. You always rubbed it with your thumb when you had the occasion. It was an imperfection, yes, but it was the only evident imperfection, besides his lisp, that made him closer to you. The proof that even someone as beautiful as him can have something considered ugly to others. But it was just a detail. Nothing to compare to your stretch marks.
«Y/N, can I kiss you?»
You opened your eyes wide. You weren't expecting that kind of request from him. Not right now at least. "What are you trying to tell me, Keonhee? That you love me? Please, stop with this pantomime. You don't love me. How can you love someone like me?" You thought. But your head nodded again and Keonhee kissed you.
It was just a peck kiss. His lips were warm thanks to the water. You closed your eyes, trying to enjoy that moment. You were feeling some sincerity in that kiss. Keonhee was trying to cheer you up in every way possible. Another peck kiss came immediately after. And then another one.
«Y/N, my love, what makes you sad today? Please tell me. Let me help you.» He muttered on your lips. But you didn't answer. He kissed you again.
Keonhee's hands left your head, his fingers tracing over your neck and going over your shoulders, over your chest, the foam slowly moving from your skin and attaching to his fingers. He wasn't roaming, and yet something was clicking on you. Until...
«No!» You screamed while grabbing his hands, pushing them away from your hips. Keonhee looked at you with a worried sight. Your eyes were teary.
«Don't touch them, please.» You barely said while the tears were coming back. Keonhee looked at your hips and he finally noticed your marks. And not only them. He noticed the ones on your chest and on your thighs too. You left his hands and tried to cover yourself, the tears streaming down your face. "Now you'll leave me." You thought. But Keonhee didn't leave. He opened his arms.
«Y/N, come here.» He said. You shook your head. Keonhee tried to reach you but you shook your head again, making him retreat.
«Keonhee, please, don't make everything worse. Just end up washing yourself, dress up and leave me. Leave this apartment and find someone who can evaluate you better than me.» You sobbed. «What are you talking about?»
«Stop with the naiveness, Keonhee, you know perfectly what I'm talking about! Do you think I didn't notice how the people around us are looking at us when we're together? Did you see those sights? They're pitying you because you're with me! Look at me! Don't you see what kind of person you're with right now?» You sobbed. You took a short breath before starting to talk again. The warm tears were covering your cheeks.
«You should find someone as pretty as you so your reputation would be better. It's better for you and-»
«Don't say something like this, Y/N.»
You looked at him. He was staring at you with a serious look.
«I would prefer being alone for my entire life instead of choosing my partner based on their looks.»
«Keonhee, stop lyin-»
«I'm honest with you, Y/N. I'm not lying or joking or any other thing you're thinking right now. I don't care about what the others think. The only one who's worried is my manager because I'm with someone who's not famous. The other members and my family are just cheering for us and they're the only people that I consider and trust. They want us to be happy. And so do I.»
He opened his arms again.
«Y/N, I love you. You are the most beautiful creature I could meet. When I fell in love with you, what made me feel love was your gestures, how you talk and how you take care of some things that I completely ignore. You have a pure heart and sometimes you're so mature that you surprise me. You take care of me every time I feel down, you always make me feel the best in the world just by looking at me. No one would be able to do that. You're irreplaceable Y/N, I can't find another amazing person like you. So...» He made a step, coming close to you. «Let me help you. Let me help you to overcome this sadness you have right now.»
You looked at him. Keonhee wasn't lying. He couldn't have made that entire speech just for the sake of lying. He was smiling at you, his big eyes were looking at your face.
You couldn't take it anymore. You hugged him. You felt his arms holding you, his hands caressing your back. Your ears were ringing; you couldn't hear anything except your loud sobs. You were going out of breath. The tears were streaming down your face freely now.
«K-Keonhee, I-I'm sorry, I...I-I shouldn't have d-doubt you. I-» You sobbed. Keonhee held you tight.
«I...I-I was having a bad day and-and I...I just wanted to...and then I looked at the mirror and...and then I-» You went out of breath again. You kept sobbing loudly.
Keonhee opened the shower once again, letting the water pour down yourselves and washing the foam away from you. Your tears were mixing with the water. Keonhee's hands were caressing your back, going back and forth.
«There, there, let it out. Everything will be okay now, you're with me.» He said. You buried your face on his chest and closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears. As you were expecting, Keonhee's skin was smooth and warm. It was perfect. You held him tight, trying to grasp that smoothness and perfection from him. No. Not grasping this time. Just loving. Keonhee was perfect, you were imperfect. The perfect match. He was the marble statue, you were the sculptor who admired it and touched it every day. He was nothing without you and you were nothing without him. That's what it mattered.
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Keonhee has always been careful and caring for you every time you have a bad moment. But this time, he really took it seriously.
«Here we go, now you can dress up without any problems.» He said with a proud smile after turning the bedroom's mirror on the wall. You looked at him with a confused look.
«Keonhee, you didn't need to do that. I'm feeling a little better now.»
«Well, it's better if you do not look in the mirror for a few days unless you're with me. When you'll feel better I'll turn the mirror again. Until then, it will stay like this.»
You were almost facepalming. Keonhee was able to do some dumb stuff for you sometimes. You both got rid of your bathrobes and went to your wardrobe. It was normal for you to dress up together, you did it sometimes after you had some amazing night.
You looked at each other for a moment. Keonhee was just wearing a couple of shorts, you were wearing your grey track pants. You were going to the wardrobe again to take some clothes for your top when Keonhee stopped you.
«Wait, wait! Don't take your clothes. I have a surprise!»
«A surprise? What is it?»
«Give me a second.»
Keonhee buried his head in the wardrobe, trying to search for something.
«Remember when you told me that you wanted a costume of mine?» He answered while he was still searching.
«Well, yeah, I remember it. I was obsessed with a costume of yours in a music video.» You said. «Well, you're lucky because that costume was a shirt. I asked my manager if I could have taken it and he asked the company about it. It took some time and my monthly paycheck got curtailed for taking it but, well, now it's yours.»
Keonhee put his head out of the wardrobe with a shirt. You covered your mouth in astonishment. He was holding a long white shirt with trails on its end. Blue stripes were surrounding the sleeves, the end of the shirt and the v-neck. Some sky-blue spots were covering the centre. Keonhee couldn't even tease you by asking you where you had already seen that shirt that you hugged him.
«Oh my, Keonhee, thank you! I loved that costume on you. And now it's here. I don't know how I should thank you.»
You kissed him on the cheek. Maybe the day after you would have told him that he did a stupid thing, that both of you should have checked your outgoings for this month but right now you were just happy.
«But now, before wearing it, I think I should do something more for you.» He said. «Something more? And what do you want to do?»
«Loving you, of course.»
He gave you a kiss and kept kissing you while he slowly guided you towards the bed. You lay on it. Keonhee was over you. His washed, naked chest was looking bright at your sight. His eyes were focused on your stretch marks. He caressed them with his fingers. You blushed a little. You weren't feeling that much uncomfortable with him now but it was still strange to you.
«So, these are the marks that made you sad today...»
«Yeah...they've made me sad since they appeared for the first time. I was a teenager back then...» You said. Keonhee kept rubbing his fingers on your marks.
«I was thinking...what if we cover them? Maybe with a tattoo? I think we can find a good tattoo artist who might do a good job. Maybe Hwanwoong can remember the name of-»
«Hwanwoong?» You asked. «Oh yeah, you don't know it yet but, well, Woong got a tattoo last month.»
«Really?!»
«Yeah, yeah, he's so proud of it, you have no idea. But don't tell anyone about it, he wants to show it during a live. He kept it hidden until now because he wants to make a surprise to the fans so, promise me you'll not tell anyone.»
«I'm good at keeping secrets, Keonhee. Hwanwoong's tattoo is safe.» You said while showing a proud smile.
«I know I could have trusted you.» Keonhee gave you a little kiss on your cheeks.
«You know, I think I'll keep this tattoo idea in mind. You can ask Hwanwoong about that tattoo artist, maybe they might be useful.»
«Alright, Y/N. I'll remember to ask the artist's name to Woong tomorrow.» He gave you another kiss and then he looked at your tummy.
«Y/N, can I ask you something?»
«Mmh, go ahead.»
«Why do you sleep on my stomach sometimes?»
You blushed and looked away from him for a moment.
«Well, I...I think your tummy is soft. It's a good pillow sometimes, even better than your chest.»
Keonhee looked at you with his eyes open. You both stayed in silence for some moments. It was indeed an embarrassing moment.
«Well, uhm...I was wondering...Can I see if your belly is soft too?.»
You were a little stunned. You blushed a little.
«I...I think you can, yeah.»
«Phew, thank you.»
You didn't understand his thoughts at that moment. Keonhee placed his head on your tummy, his hands caressing your marks, his thumb tracing every little sign. He smiled widely after a while.
«Y/N, you're so soft. Now I understand why you do the same with me.» He said. You blushed and covered your face. «Keonhee, please, you're embarrassing me.» You whined. He chuckled. «Why are you embarrassed, though? I'm just stating the truth.» His fingers gently squeezed your hips, he started kissing your tummy, leaving trails over it. You shivered a little, the blushing not leaving your face. «So, so soft...like a mochi. You're my soft mochi, Y/N. So soft, so sweet...» He muttered. His kisses became much more sloppy. You were heating up and relaxing. But then you felt Keonhee's skin: he was heating up too.
You took his hands and put them away from his skin. Keonhee stopped kissing and looked at you with an annoyed sight. «What's the problem, now?» He groaned. You turned your sight away from him.
«Keonhee...I appreciate what you're doing to me right now but-uhm, I'm not in the mood tonight. I really don't.» Keonhee looked at you with his big eyes wide open. He blushed.
«Oh...Well, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, Y/N. I just, you know, tried to love you.»
You laughed a little. «I've appreciated it regardless, Keonhee, don't worry.»
«Promise me that we'll have fun tomorrow night, though.» He said while making his habitual pouty mouth. You laughed.
«OK, I promise. I'll make sure you'll have fun tomorrow night.» You said while kissing his pouty lips. He chuckled.
«Well, now I should change my approach then.» He said. He reached your face, he held your hands and put them above your head. You were just expecting some sloppy kisses on your mouth: he started to fill your face with soft, peck kisses instead.
He nuzzled on your neck, starting to make you laugh louder and louder. He had his face buried in it for a while before you freed one of your hands and hit him on the shoulder. It was your signal to make him stop.
«Are you sure you want me to stop?» He muttered on your skin before leaving a little kiss, making you shiver. He gave another couple of kisses, which made you kiss his cheek. He raised his head. He was looking at you with a wide smile.
«Hey, are you attacking too, now? Well...Let's attack harder now, then!»
He kissed your shoulders, letting you laugh and relax. He knows that the shoulders are your weak point.
«My mochi...my sweet mochi...» He said while leaving trails of kisses on your shoulders and rising on your neck and jaw. He stopped for a second and looked at you. You were smiling at him. He caressed your cheeks.
«You're so pretty Y/N.» He said before leaving one last kiss on your forehead.
«Thank you, Keonhee. I've been lucky to find you, my love.» You said before kissing him. Keonhee rubbed his nose on yours. You just wanted these moments to never end. But you needed to dress up first.
«Well, I think we can finally dress up properly now,» Keonhee said while getting up and reaching the wardrobe. You took his shirt. You were looking much more little and vulnerable but you felt some protection on it too.
Wearing one of Keonhee's shirts was pretty normal to you. But wearing a shirt he took from work? It was different. You hugged yourself. The shirt's fabric was a little coarse, the sleeves were much longer than usual thanks to the little trails around the end of them but it had something that made it so attached to Keonhee. It wasn't just a costume, it was Keonhee's shirt. Your lover's shirt. Even tho it missed something. You buried your face in the fabric for a second. "Yeah, it's missing something."
You turned at Keonhee. He was wearing a black sweater. He looked like a little kid or a young boy with it. Maybe it was his cream shorts that gave him that look. He noticed that you were looking at him with a little disappointment on your face.
«Uhm, Y/N, what's wrong? You don't like my outfit?» You looked around the room, trying to find the best words for your answer. You sighed.
«Keonhee, do you promise that you'll wear this shirt more often? There isn't your scent here...»
Keonhee chuckled. «You don't miss anything, my precious mochi.»
He hugged you and kissed the top of your head.
«I'll make sure to wear it more often when I can, okay?» He said. You just nodded in response.
You hugged him back and let him guide you towards the bed. You sat on it while waiting for your boyfriend to place the pillows comfortably.
«Wait for me. I'm going to bring some snacks. Meanwhile, you can think about a drama to watch.»
«A drama? Do you want a full chill night? For real?»
«Just a chill, fun night, my mochi.» He said while sliding through the door. You chuckled. Keonhee always took taking care of you seriously. And that new nickname he gave to you was so, so cute.
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A day that started and was going all wrong, was finally ending in a comforting way. You were in your room, sitting on your bed with your boyfriend, eating your favourite snack and watching your favourite drama with him. Keonhee wasn't too focused on the episodes though. He was looking at you from time to time, nuzzling on your neck. His arms were wrapped around your stomach, one of his hands under the shirt. He was making little circles with his palm on your belly, making you relaxed and calm. «My mochi...» He was whispering from time to time.
«Keonhee are you watching the episode?» You asked with a little smirk on your face after some time.
«Of course I'm watching it. I just not have enough focus.»
«Enough focus?»
«Well, let's say that something keeps distracting me.»
«Oh, and what is distracting you?»
«Something very pretty. Which is you.» He said while kissing you ear's lobe. He was spending that night by finding occasions to kiss you more. Just soft kisses that were making your heart melt.
You yawned after a while. Keonhee took the remote, pausing the episode you were watching.
«Maybe we should change the atmosphere.» He said while exiting the app and switching on YouTube. A shy laugh came from you.
«Are you seriously searching for some relaxing music for sleeping? Really?»
«Everything for making sure that my sweet mochi will sleep well tonight.»
Keonhee pressed play. The soft music of a piano started to resonate in the room. You felt your body becoming heavier as the music went by. Keonhee placed himself better on the bed, making sure that his head would be placed on the pillows. You turned around a little and hugged him. You put your head on his chest along with one of your hands. His heartbeat was calm and comforting. The music was disappearing from your mind. Keonhee was caressing your head, his other arm wrapped around your waist. You closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep after this tired day.
«I love you, Keonhee.» You mumbled. He kissed the top of your head.
«Don't leave me tonight, please.»
«I'll be with you for the entire night, my dear. I-» Keonhee felt your breath becoming heavier. You were finally sleeping. He gave another kiss on your head and rested his head on yours. He closed his eyes, trying to sleep along with you.
«Sleep well, my sweet mochi.»
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starry-nights-garden · 8 months
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Hwanwoong ✧ Boyfriend
✧ Oneus Hwanwoong x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.6k ✧ genre: fluff, high school AU, friends to lovers ✧ warnings: (mentions of reader visibly blushing)
Desc.: You’ve been in love with Hwanwoong, a student from the same year as you, ever since you two entered high school. And though so far nothing came of your feelings, you still like to visit him during his dance practice every so often.
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It’s almost 11pm at night, and you’re walking down the hallway of your school. In your hand you carry a white, half see-through plastic bag, filled with goodies you bought from the convenience store in your neighborhood earlier. You’re done with your after-school studies for today, so all that’s left now is going to the place you visit ever so often. You make your way down the stairs, taking one step at a time, and you catch yourself feeling a bit sleepy. Maybe you shouldn’t have come here today after all? Visiting again tomorrow would’ve been just fine, wouldn’t it?
But it’s too late to turn back now anyway. You come to a halt in front of a rather big wooden double door, decorated with milky glass in the middle, and you hear loud music playing on the other side. As always, a slight nervousness overcomes you as you reach for the handle, and your heart beats a little faster when you open one of the door wings, stepping inside carefully. However, all those anxious feelings fade in the blink of an eye when you see him - in the middle of the hall, moving his small body to the beat perfectly in graceful motions. He swiftly takes one foot off the ground, seemingly floating across the floor, before he spins and crouches down, finishing the choreography there. A huge smile sits on your lips now, and when you set down the bag besides a wall and the song comes to an end, you clap your hands. The boy, seemingly startled by your presence, looks over his shoulder with big eyes, and as soon as he registers you’re there, he lets out a deep breath, putting his hand on his heart. 
“You startled me, Y/N!”, he shouts at you over the intro of the next song as he lifts his body up into a standing position. Then he rushes over to the radio, pausing the song on his phone.
“Sorry, Woong,” you apologize with a chuckle. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” The boy walks over to you now, grabbing his towel on the way and wiping his face with it once. Still you see the sweat on his forehead and on his neck, telling you he must’ve been practicing for quite a while now. “I brought snacks,” you say and reach for the plastic bag, holding it out to him. The sparkle in his big eyes upon taking the bag from you and glancing inside makes you assume he’s probably hungry. He reaches for a sweet drink first of all.
“Do you want this?” 
“I don’t mind,” you answer. “I like both.” He fishes out a second drink in a different colored can, and you open them, clanking them together like glasses before each taking a sip.
“Whoa, I needed this!” Hwanwoong exclaims as he throws back his head, grinning at the ceiling for a while. You can’t but think of the view as funny, and while he’s still in his own world, you take out a bag of snacks and open it. Taking out a biscuit, you pop it into his mouth, tearing him out of his daze. As he looks at you and laughs, the sweet almost escapes him, but he reacts quickly and catches it with his hand, shoving it back into his mouth as if nothing had happened. You shake your head at him as you see a blush creeping onto his cheeks, and for a moment you catch yourself thinking about how much you adore this boy. No, I shouldn’t think like that, you scold yourself in your mind. He doesn’t feel that way about me… You involuntarily think back to the day you confessed to him. It was your first year in high school and it was summer. Even in the shade the heat was unbearable, so after classes almost everyone fled somewhere cooler. Except for you. You waited in front of the parallel class all the way down the hallway of the first-years, and when he finally came out with some of his friends, you made eye contact. He had greeted you cheerfully back then, but soon caught onto you having something to talk about, because you were more silent than usual. So eventually you brought him with you to a more secluded space inside the school building, and after gathering up your courage you said the words. I love you - they still ring in your ears when you think back to that day, and his helpless expression still lingers in your mind. He obviously didn’t know how to react, but eventually he managed to say that he doesn’t feel that way about you. You were disappointed to say the least, still somehow neither of you could stay away from the other.
So here you are now. At the gym in the middle of the night, sharing snacks and drinks with the boy you’ve been loving all throughout high school. You settled down on the ground by now, using your jackets as blankets to sit on, to make the hard floor at least a tiny bit more comfortable. You still feel the adoration and the warmth overwhelming you whenever you look at him or when you’re just with him, still the reminder of your memory of rejection stings. 
“Can you hand me those?” You hear him ask as he points somewhere behind you, but the question doesn’t quite get through to you, as you’re still sunken into thought, so he calls out to you again, “Y/N?” Jolting, you look at him and find him already leaning over to get the bag of snacks that’s placed behind your back himself. You look at him with big eyes when it dawns on you what kind of position you’re in. His left hand is placed right beside your right hand, your fingers touching, and he supports himself on his arm as he leans over, his face dangerously close to yours.
“Wh-what are you doing…?” you dare to question. Your voice comes out as nothing but a whisper, and in that moment you can hear your heart beating fast, your face turning beet red. He starts laughing right in front of you, letting his light body fall into your arms and you reflexively reach out to catch him.
“Why are you blushing?” he asks, the huge smile on his face apparent, even though you can’t see it right now, as his chin is propped up on your shoulder. As you tighten the embrace around his torso, he softly pushes you backwards, holding you so you don’t uncomfortably crash into the floor, putting yourself at risk of getting hurt. You can’t do anything but stare up at him as he hovers above you, the smile on his lips slowly fading. “I just wanted the snacks next to you,” he eventually explains rather calmly. “No need to panic, Y/N!” With a scrunch of his nose, he moves back and grabs a colorful bag of snacks before returning to his initial seated position. You sit up as well, unable to calm your heart, when you feel something burning up inside of you. You furrow your brows and just when the bag in his hands pops, you yell at him.
“You can’t just do that, you idiot! I thought you were about to kiss me!” you blurt out, surprised by your own sudden boldness. Hwanwoong freezes up for a second, then you slowly witness his arms sinking into his lap, and just as slowly he puts away the freshly opened bag of sweets. You notice how his pupils repeatedly drop to your mouth, only for him to force himself to look back up into your eyes not even a second later.
“D-do you want me to?” he asks. Taken aback by his question, you don’t know what to say for a hot minute. So you just stare at him, and eventually you bring yourself to nod.
“I-I mean, o-only if you want to?” you stammer, blushing madly by now. “B-but I thought you don’t… feel that way? About me?” The boy stares at you for a few more seconds. In his expression you can see he’s thinking hard, trying to sort out an internal fight, when finally he leans in again.
“I know I rejected you back then…” he starts talking softly. He places his hand over yours, and just that tiny touch makes your heart skip a beat. “But… I think my feelings have changed since then. It’s true that you are a good friend to me…” He looks up at you with big eyes now, a sparkle of adoration visible in them. He continues, “But… lately I’ve been catching myself thinking how… maybe you’re more than that?” His words reach your ears, and suddenly you feel yourself calming down. Your mind feels at peace, and as he looks at you like this, wearing his heart on his sleeve, you find yourself with nothing else left to do than to lean forward and to press a kiss onto his lips. It lasts for merely a few seconds, still it makes the butterflies go wild in your stomach, and when you part to look at each other, the both of you can’t but laugh. He leaps forward and throws his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him. You return the hug, and eventually he distances himself a bit, now holding both your hands in his.
“Does that mean… you’ll go out with me from now on?” he asks, a broad smile gracing his lips, and a pink blush dusted onto his cheeks. You chuckle and lean in to place a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then you nod.
“Yeah. Please be my boyfriend.”
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oneusficevents · 1 year
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gardenjins · 5 months
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sun comes up but we can't sleep
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There’s not really any reason for Keonhee to stay, though Dongju is hoping to find one. He comes up with nothing, and it seems like Keonhee can’t find one either, though he seems to want to stay as well.
Instead he asks the question Dongju has been dreading all night.
“Does it get lonely in here?”
*** aka; Dongju works graveyard at a 24-hour laundromat. Keonhee wanders in one night and changes the course of his life. nbd.
rating: M wc: 25k
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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years
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Price of Love (Ravn x Reader)
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Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader (Reader wears a dress as disguise and gets called miss once but like it’s a disguise so... could still be gn)
Requested?: Yes
Genre: Mafia!au, slight angst ig
Trigger Warning!!: mentions of death, mentions of wounds (but no actual injuries in the story), fire
Summary: You’re on a heist to steal precious artwork together with your boss turned boyfriend, but he suddenly changes the plan and leaves you worrying for his safety.
Word Count: 1,528
A/N: Once again I am apologizing that it took mw so long to write this T.T
But like writing is a creative task and sometimes I’m just not creative enough... Anyway I finally made it yayy. Enjoy it :)
Also about the title idk how to name it so yeah they’re at an auction and in love so that was the best I could come up with, sorry -Admin J
As you walked through the entrance of the auction house, you instantly felt as if all eyes were on you.
The clothes you were using as a disguise made you feel uneasy. Usually, people in your line of work didn’t care for what you wore, it was more important if you were holding a loaded gun to their head or a knife to their throat.
But right now, the flowy black dress you were wearing to hide your silhouette, the blonde wig that was tightly secured with a scarf draped over your head and the pearls around your neck, made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Yet that was still better than exposing who you were to those rich snobs all around you.
“You’re looking pretty. Maybe we should have you wear a dress more often.” The teasing voice of your boss turned boyfriend rang through the earpiece that was hidden under your wig as soon as you sat down at one of the chairs of the auction hall.
As much as you wanted to talk back, you refrained from doing so, to not blow your cover. Looking around you found Ravn dressed up as one of the guards at the side of the stage that would soon present the items for the auction. You ignored the sly smirk on his lips as he watched you.
It wasn’t hard to remember the first time you had seen him smirk like that. You had been found guilty of stealing from a club that belonged to him. Begging on your knees, to stop him from killing you, you advertised yourself to him as best as possible. Saying that whatever dirty work he needed to have done, you’d do it without asking any questions.
And in these past years you did not only manage to earn his respect but also his love.
Which brought you to the current situation, an auction with the finest and most expensive art pieces from all over the world. To top it all off they would be presenting the most expensive diamond ring known to man, but Ravn had made it clear you were only here for the art.
He’s always had this fable for arts, which you couldn’t really understand, many of those drawings looked like the were made by kindergarteners, why would they be that expensive? But if you could make your boyfriend happy by stealing him an ugly but crazily expensive artwork, you’d do it anytime.
As the auction began with the first piece, you were having fun by bidding together with the rich people in the room. Of course, you had no intentions of actually buying any of the items, but it was fun to compete with the rich and push the price to unbelievable numbers.
Once in a while you could feel Ravn sneaking glances at you, to make sure you were doing fine. He was happy to see that you were enjoying toying with other bidders as he knew you weren’t very interested in art, he had feared you would get bored.
When they finally rolled in the last item of the auction after what felt like eternity, you couldn’t take your eyes off the diamond ring. It had been one of your biggest dreams to one day possess a ring like that. The way it made the whole room sparkle as the bright lights of the auction room illuminated it enchanted you.
So when the fire alarm started blaring through the building it ripped you out of your trance and you jumped a little, even if you knew about this plan all along. As the smell of fire and dark smoke spread panic arose, people were trying to storm out of the building as fast as possible the guards guided everyone out of the room to safety until only you were left in the room.
“Miss, you need to leave there’s a fire!” A guard came up behind you. “Oh, shut up!” You declared, knowing fully well it was Xion under that disguise. He laughed and nudged your shoulder as he walked by you to get the artwork from backstage. The auction house was trusting the guards to lock away the art pieces safely in the case of a fire, but there was one thing they weren’t aware of, they all had been replaced by Ravn’s workers.
“The van is at the back entrance; Ravn is getting the fake paintings right now. Put the real ones in this bag and bring them to the car. Tell Leedo to drive right away, Ravn and I will make sure this whole place is burning to the ground. We’ll meet you guys back at headquarters afterwards.” Xion explained as he handed you a bag.
You felt uneasy, this wasn’t the original plan, what happened to taking the paintings, replacing them with fake ones to make everyone think they burned and getting out of there as fast as possible? Why would the two of them stay here any longer than they must? But it wasn’t the right time to question their plan, if Ravn wanted it that way there was nothing you could do.
As you were walking to the bag door, clutching the bag of paintings tightly you actually met Ravn on your way. “Be careful!” You warned him, he was probably fully aware that you didn’t like his decision to stay here instead of coming back to HQ with you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll see you in my office later. I have a surprise for you then.”
Before you could even question what he was talking about he was pressing his lips to yours. For a second the blaring fire alarm and the smell of smoke were completely forgotten as you melted into the kiss, after all there was a possibility, it would be your last. But as the heat in the building was rising, you became aware that you were actually in an actively burning building and it was best to leave, with that the two of you parted and went your ways.
Leedo was already waiting at the back entrance, just as Xion had said. The sliding door of the van open for you to jump right in. He seemed to be aware of the plan as he stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed.
“Why are they staying there?” You asked Leedo as you climbed to the passenger seat of the van. His eyes were focused on the street as he shrugged. He didn’t know either, he was just following the orders Ravn had given.
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Back at the headquarters people were cheering upon seeing you return with the bag full of paintings, usually you would be celebrating with them, but right now you didn’t feel like celebrating anything if Ravn wasn’t by your side. You walked straight to his office. Something in you was wishing that if you opened the door, he would be there waiting for you, but how was that possible. He couldn’t have gotten here quicker than you did. Especially since Leedo was Oneus’ fastest getaway driver.
Just like you thought, his office was empty. You put the bag of paintings down at his neatly organized desk before you let yourself fall back into his black leather chair. A sigh escaped your lips as you were on the verge of crying, you were trying to calm down by telling yourself he had survived so many dangerous situations. Every time he had escaped sometimes with gun wounds, stab wounds even broken bones, he said they were like scratches to him. But Fire? That was something completely different, he couldn’t control that or fight that.
You started pacing around the small office, letting your hand wander over the metal surfaces of his shelves to check for dust, just to distract yourself. Of course, there was no dust, his office was the place he treasured the most, so it had to be spotless.
You were standing with your back to the door as you heard it open, your whole body froze. It scared you, what if you turned around and it wasn’t Ravn standing there, but one of his men telling you he wouldn’t return.
“Y/N.” A breath escaped you that you didn’t even know you were holding. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore, they just started flowing. That was his voice! Turning around you rushed into your boyfriends’ arms and hugged him tightly. Your fist hit his chest, “Why did you have to do that? Why couldn’t you just stick to the plan?”
He didn’t answer at first, tightening the hug and stroking your hair. When he was sure you had calmed down, he wiped your tears with his thumb before speaking, “Well the plan didn’t involve getting you this.” He pulled something out of his pocket, it took you a second to realize what it was. The diamond ring!
“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” This question alone had you crying again and your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. “Is that a yes?” Ravn chuckled when you parted.
“Of course it is!”
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agippang12 · 2 years
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ONEUS mafia!Leedo reaction to gender-neutral reader wanting to break up due to “differences” but reader actually knows he’s mafia
Content warning: make out scene, yandere leedo, he a lil crazy, kidnap scene, the most out of place humor I've ever written in my life, and someone please take my notes app away from me.
Authors note: so I was working on a request but my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another ONEUS mafia imagine- I'm not super proud of this but I needed to write. anyways let me know if you want a part 2 or this kind of thing with another memberʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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For Leedo, the past few days had been horrible. Previously, when he had made plans with you, something would come up with his work. Being such a large part of a gang in the city wasn’t exactly easy. He was in charge of territories; specifically expanding them and keeping others out of them.
But now you are the one canceling all the time. You aren’t answering calls, barely texting, in fact he can’t remember the last time he saw you face to face.
Leedo is upset, but mostly scared. Did you find someone else? Do you still love him? These thoughts have been running through his head 24/7. He paced around his office, before stopping, his arms folded in distress.
He had enough. Leedo had, had more than enough. He is going to find you, and he is going to bring you back to his arms.
You have been staying at a friends house the past few nights. You have been dodging Leedo’s calls, not reading his texts, and hoping he won’t come looking for you. You’ve started noticing things about Leedo that are leaning towards the dangerous side. He doesn’t talk about his work, he has hidden safes throughout the house, and most importantly, his name matches someone in the ONEUS mafia ring. Though everyone only knows his name, you have more than a sneaking suspicion that dangerous man is your loving boyfriend.
You saw each text he sends, though you dont open them, and they’re getting more and more frantic.
“Baby, please respond.” 12:31AM
“If I did something wrong let me know! I’m sorry!”
“Where are you?” 1:01AM
“Babe, just tell me where you are!” 1:17AM
“Where are you.”1:30AM
They’re getting shorter, sterner, and quite frankly, you think he already knows where you are. Trying to decide between going somewhere else or staying, you find the solution. You can just break up with him with “differences” or “you lost the spark” as an excuse. He doesn’t need to know that you are aware of his actual job.
There is a knock at your friends front door, and you already know who it is. Your friend looks at you, as if asking if they should open the door or not. You inhale, bracing yourself for how he may react. You really don’t want to hurt him but you don’t see any alternative. You exhale and give your friend the go ahead.
Leedo attempts to hide just how scared he is. But as soon as he sees you behind your friend, nearing the kitchen but still slightly in his view, he pushed the door open. His hands are shaking and his eyes slightly teary, though later he will most definitely deny it.
“There you are!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been so worried, I was looking for you everywhere!”
He approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You nervously smiled, but you didn’t hug him back. He backed away, still keeping close to you.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He looked you up and down, looking for any possible issues.
You didn’t quite figure out how you were going to break the news to him, so it looks like you’ll have to go with the flow.
“Leedo, about that..” you started, “I’ve been thinking about us.”
Leedo knew what was coming, he almost sensed it. But he can’t let you leave him, not for any reason. He can’t live without you, even for a second. First, he needs your friend to leave. Then, he needs to find a way to make you stay.
“Oh. Could we speak about us alone?” He questioned, slightly looking in your friends direction. Your friend had just been standing there, seemingly ignored by Leedo up until this point.
Your friend looked at you, to make sure you’re okay with that. You nodded, it’s understandable to be uncomfortable talking about breaking up in front of someone else. Your friend went to their room upstairs.
“You were saying?” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. He has his other hand in his pocket, and he was getting ready to put his plan in motion.
“I don’t love you anymore, Leedo.” You look him in the eyes and see the pain he’s feeling.
“Like, absolutely?” It appears he’s in the bargaining stage of grief. “Because I can do better! I can make you love me again!”
Leedo was getting more and more frantic, and he started cornering you against the kitchen counter. Both hands on either sides of your hips, he leaned in.
“Should I show you?” His breath was heavy on your lips. “How much I need you? How much I love you? How I will do anything just to be with you?”
After seeing no resistance on your end, he met your lips with his. His hands covered yours, and he pulled your arms over his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, and you weren’t complaining. At this point you completely forgot what you were saying. Leedo is an amazing kisser. He knew the exact rhythm to make you weak. And the occasional flick of his tongue over your lips, oh he knew exactly how you like to kiss. He put one of his hands on your jawline, and gently opened your mouth further. His other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out... something? You quietly moaned at the feeling of his tongue on yours.
Then you heard you click and felt something cold on your wrists. You immediately remembered what you were doing and tried to look at your wrists, hoping it isn’t what you think it is. But Leedo didn’t let you go. He put one hand on your jaw to keep it open and his other hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him. Trying to put your hands on his chest to push him away, you realized he did, in fact, handcuff you.
“What the-“
Leedo pulled away, both of you are breathing heavily. He smiled, and you tried getting the handcuffs off. He pulled you towards him and locked his arms around you. He has such a pretty smile for a man who’s kidnapping you.
“What the absolute who-put-something-in-the-punch frick do you think you’re doing?” You shouted, struggling against his hold. This man has the biceps of a wrestler or even a Greek god, but gosh darn it, you need to stay focused.
Leedo knows your friend is still upstairs, so he covers your mouth. Can’t have them interfering. He takes off his tie and ties it around your mouth.
He picks you up, in a similar fashion to a sack of potatoes, and starts heading out the door.
Leedo is smiling so hard at the thought of having you home, and all to himself at that.
You were struggling but it wasn't much use. He handed you to men in suits whom you assume are his lackeys. They open the back door of Leedo's car and sat you inside.
Leedo climbed in front and heard your friend screaming your name in surprise, looking for you in the house, before realizing what had happened. Even if they called the police, the cops couldn't do anything against him or the gang.
So, you returned home under the watchful eye of your boyfriend, who pretended as if nothing happened. He is desperate for you to stay with him, even if he has to kill someone.
He loves you, he needs you, and he only has you. You can't leave him, he'll make sure of that.
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sxcret-garden · 7 months
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Seoho ღ Daydream [M]
ღ Oneus Seoho x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: smut (sub!Seoho, marking, nipple play, handjob, unprotected sex, orgasm control) ღ warnings: none
Desc.: You and Seoho haven’t been dating for long, and though you’re happy with the relationship in general, you’ve been feeling like your sex life is missing something…
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“Babe? …Y/N?” You look up only when Seoho snaps his fingers in front of your face. You had been zoning out again, stuck in the same fantasy you’d been caught in for days.
“Is everything okay with you?” your boyfriend asks. You can tell he’s concerned, though he tries not to let it show.
“Of course!” you respond immediately, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. “I’m okay, baby. No need to worry about me.” It’s visible on Seoho’s face that he’s thinking hard about your answer for a second or two, but then he shoots you that smile of his that you love so much.
“Alright then. But promise me to come talk to me if you need me, okay?”
“Of course I will,” you smile back, then you get up off the kitchen chair you had been zoning out in, and you throw your arms around his neck for a quick kiss on his lips.
You and Seoho had been dating for a couple of months now. You love your boyfriend, there’s no doubt about that, and he loves you too and does his best to make you happy. However, as with every relationship, there’s something that isn’t working out perfectly yet; the sex is okay. And you shouldn’t complain about that, because it could also be horrible, but some nights okay just isn’t enough for you. It’s always nice, and he always makes sure you feel comfortable, but it’s like you feel a little too comfortable - bored, you could say. That’s why, a few days ago, you let your mind wander in search of a way to maybe spice up your sex life a bit. And ever since then there’s been this fantasy in your head that comes to haunt you in your daydreams and in your sleep as well.
You want to turn the tables around.
But you’re not sure how to bring it up to him, afraid he might not like your suggestion, and that’s the problem. That’s how days have passed without you initiating anything.
However, you decide to try your luck anyway, now, that he’s given you such a perfect opening.
“Actually…” you begin to talk, and when Seoho smiles at you with that kindness he always exudes, you fail to find the right words.
“Hm?” He gives you that look that tells you he isn’t entirely sure how serious your conversation is going to be, and it puts you under pressure to say the right thing fast, or he will seriously start to worry.
“Okay, no. How much time do you have?”
“Huh? Uhm… a couple of hours until-”
“That will do.” You grab him by the hand and pull him towards the bedroom. When he shoots you a highly confused look, you don’t give him enough time to question you, and instead you quickly press your lips onto his in a kiss. You place your palms on his chest, running them sensually up his body, until your arms are loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Lips melting against his, you gently steer him towards the bed, and when his calves hit the edge of it, he plummets into the mattress. Hands placed on your waist, he pulls you in to make you sit on his lap, and to continue kissing. His lips burn on yours, hot breath mingling as you teasingly nip at his bottom lip, and he sighs into your kiss.
“Baby…” you breathe, “I wanna try something new. But you need to trust me.”
“What is it?” he asks, slurring his words a bit and looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
“Just trust me,” you repeat, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Let me take care of you.” A spark flashes up in Seoho’s eyes as he gazes up at you. His expression is filled with curiousity, and he grins a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to expect. You shoot him a genuine smile in response, before you run your fingers through his short hair, and eventually you push him onto the bed using your body weight. Seated on top of him, comfortably nestled in his lap, you run your fingernails down his chest covered by a white shirt. The mere thought of everything you could do to him in this position makes heat rise to your core, and the images you fantasized about flash by before your inner eye. You suck in a deep breath, and excitement makes it come out shakily.
“Babe?” Seoho calls out to you, and you lean in to kiss him. Then, you tuck your fingertips under the fabric of his shirt, and you tug at it.
“I want this off,” you say, surprising even yourself with your demanding tone. Your boyfriend hesitates for but a moment, then he sits up and slips out of his shirt, tossing it to the ground, and he reveals a toned upper body. You watch his muscles dance under his skin as he lies back down, and then you trace the lines of his abs with your fingertip, licking your lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, and you catch him smiling abashedly at your comment, a light blush dusted onto his cheeks. With a moan of appreciation you run your hands up his bare torso, the air surrounding you turning electric, and when you reach his shoulders you bring your lips to his jaw. You leave a trail of kisses down the side of his throat, while he stretches his neck to give you better access, and a small whine slips past his lips. Taking it as a sign to continue, you attach your lips to his collarbone, nibbling on the skin for a while, before moving on to travel south. As you leave wet kisses down his chest, he brings a hand up to pull you closer by the back of your head, but you’re quick to swat it away.
“No touching me yet,” you say as you shoot him a sharp look, and you reach for his wrists, placing them beside his upper body. “Keep your hands like this.” Seoho swallows hard, before he nods.
“Okay,” he mumbles, and you continue your ministrations on his body. You scatter kisses all over his chest, and eventually your mouth wanders to his stomach. You can’t stop yourself from leaving little bite marks all over his abs, while your hands are holding onto his sides, nails digging into his flesh every time he lets you hear one of those beautiful moans. You feel the growing bulge in his pants underneath you, and you grin to yourself upon realizing what power you have over him. Your fingers travel to his chest, and the whine he lets out along with the way his body jolts when you begin to twist his nipples between your index fingers and thumbs sounds like music to your ears, and you immediately follow it up with a soothing rub of your palms. You kiss your way up to his chin, and when you grind your hips against his bulge, he whines your name.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” you say through gritted teeth, letting your hands roam his body. “Why didn’t we do this kinda stuff earlier?” Seoho nods frantically underneath you, as if he wanted to agree, and he lets out yet another strained moan when you grant him one more roll of your hips against his. Then, with a devilish grin on your lips, you leave another trail of hot kisses down his body, biting and nibbling on his lower stomach and hips until you have him squirming underneath you, begging for more. And yet, throughout all the frustrations, he doesn’t dare move his hands away from where you have placed them.
“Such an obedient boy…” you coo as you find the back of his left hand to kiss his knuckles, one after the other. They’re clenched into fists, and Seoho throws his head back when you rub soothing circles on his stomach, where you had left your mark on him.
“Please…” he whines, “b-babe… touch me…” You chuckle at his desperate plea, deciding to play with him just a little longer.
“Where do you want me, baby?” you ask, sultry eyes giving him a challenging look. He whines in response, so you ask again.
“Just f-fuck me, please.” His words tie the knot in your stomach a little tighter, and you don’t have it in you to tease him more - not after hearing how sweet he begged for you. You discard his pants and throw them on the floor, and you get rid of your own clothes as well. Then, you wrap your fingers around his painfully hard cock, and when you slowly start stroking him, Seoho lets out a moan of relief.
“Ah… f-faster… please…” he whines, but you have other plans. With a chaste kiss on his lips, you position yourself above his hips, and you slowly sink down on him. You moan at the way he fills you up, and he whines because you’ve been making him wait for too long.
“Is that good, baby?” you ask, and your boyfriend answers with a desperate moan. You reach for his hands once you’re comfortably settled on his cock, and you bring them up to your chest. “You can touch me now.” You start riding him, as he sloppily plays with your breasts, sanity all but gone. You realize he can’t focus on anything but your touch, so you bring one hand up to your mouth to kiss his palm and wrist, before letting him hold onto your hips.
“I’ll make you cum real good, baby,” you promise, and with your hands on his chest supporting you, you roll your hips faster. You position yourself so he hits that sweet spot inside you everytime you move, and the whimpers and whines coming from your boyfriend could send you over the edge anytime now.
“F-fuck… feels… s-so good…” he stammers, alternating between squeezing his eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure and keeping his gaze glued to your body on top of him. “G-gonna cum…”
“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you say, and he lets you hear a desperate moan in response. “I wanna try cumming with you.” You move one of your hands between where your bodies connect, and you start rubbing circles against your clit. Pleasure overwhelming you, your hips start to stutter, and you can feel Seoho twitch inside you.
“P-please… can’t… hold back any longer…” he whines, and at the same time you can clearly see your orgasm approaching.
“Just… another second…” You too let out a strained moan as you chase your high, and the second you feel him release inside you, the waves come crashing down on you too. You ride out your high, moaning each other’s name, and when you finally collapse on top of him, all you can do is smile in a state of utter bliss.
“That was amazing…” Seoho whispers eventually, after you’ve both caught your breath a bit.
“You’re amazing,” you answer, and you place a kiss on his temple.
“Wanna go again…?” he asks, and you let out an amused laugh.
“What? I thought you had to be somewhere?” Your boyfriend helps you crawl off him, so you could both lie down on your sides, facing each other, and he shoots you a sheepish glance.
“It’s not that important… I was just gonna meet the other guys, they’ll forgive me if I miss out today.”
“Such a little brat… would rather stay home having sex with his girlfriend…” you comment, a grin on your face. Then you wrap your arms around him, and you scoot over closer to give him a peck on the mouth. “Then I’ll make sure you won’t regret that you’re not going,” you whisper, and then you melt against him in a deep kiss.
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woongmybeloved · 1 year
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Are there enough tomoon writers to host a trope bingo bc ngl I really want to start one to get some fresh content into the ao3 tags. As much as I appreciate what we've got so far, it would be lovely to have some new material. And a trope bingo would be perfect to shake things up and get people writing.
OR if there's not enough tomoon writers, maybe just a general kpop trope bingo? Could be fun.
EDIT: So exactly two (2) people interacted with this so naturally I gained a false sense of confidence and created @oneusficevents. I'm making a real interest check for this so please consider filling it out and joining!
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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year
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We Might Be Stupid
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Pairing: Yeo Hwanwoong x reader
Summary: Your best friend apparently thinks it’s the nineties. You call him to straighten things out.
Word Count: 1.8k
Tags: idiot besties to lovers, resolved mutual pining, implied college au, fluff, humor
Author Notes: this is my first work for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents! I’m using it for my “mutual pining” square. A little nervous about it but it was loads of fun to write, so I hope Oneusblr can enjoy it <3
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It isn’t quite acceptable barging hours when you barge into your roommate’s bedroom that morning.
“I—huh?” Your roommate mumbles, startling awake at the sound of the door.
“I need to borrow your phone,” you say, pulse racing. “Please. Since mine isn’t being fixed until this afternoon.”
Your roommate frowns, eyes still closed. “What?”
“Please. It’s important. Please. I need to make a call.”
Your roommate’s eyes blink halfway open and gaze at you, only half-conscious. Your desperation must really show on your face, because they say, “Sure. Uh, you okay?”
“I don’t know,” you breathe, unplugging the phone from the charger and tapping in their passcode. “Probably. I don’t know. Thank you. Be right back.”
You find the phone app and dial the memorized number, putting it to your ear. You glance back at your roommate’s alarm clock as you take your leave and try idly to do a calculation of what time it is abroad, deducing that he won’t be asleep and he also won’t still be working. Pick up, pick up, pick up pick up pick up pickuppickuppick-
The ring tone cuts off early and the line clicks on. “Uh…hello?”
Something about hearing Hwanwoong’s voice soothes the sting of the panic in your heartbeat, even as your pulse continues racing. “You. You sent—you and your—an email?”
“Oh,” you hear him say brightly, recognition in his voice, and then, flustered, “uh—hi. I, uh, I can expl—”
“An email?!”
“I panicked!” Hwanwoong blurts. “You—your phone, it’s broken, I can’t text—can’t call either, how are you even calling me by the way, whose phone is—I didn’t know how else to—”
“Is this 1999?” You ask him, incredulous, pacing, and you can’t help a flutter of laughter. “You tell me you have feelings for me in an email?! I’m checking my email to make sure my stupid philosophy paper was turned in on time and I see you sent me something with the subject ‘Help’ and then a confession?! That could have sat there for who knows how long—”
“I only sent it, like, eight hours ago,” he protests, then splutters, “n-no, really, your phone is broken. How did you get my number?”
“Yeo Hwanwoong,” you sigh in exasperation, “I have had your phone number memorized since we were fifteen.”
“…Oh,” he says, then laughs. “God, I love you.”
“Yeah!” You exclaim, stomach fluttering with something giddy at the words. “And you said it in an email, like this is a Tom Hanks movie or something!”
“I’m—listen!” He defends, “it hit me out of literally nowhere, hard, like, think hit-on-the-head-with-a-cinder-block hard, and it was overwhelming, like what the hell? What am I supposed to do with this? And I panicked and usually I just call you when I’m panicked and I would have but your phone—”
“My phone is broken, yeah,” you say, pulse finally winding down to adagio. Your deep breath is still shaky. “Well, I’m here now. Talk me through it.”
“Out of nowhere,” he says darkly. “Truly. I was just wondering what the hell you saw in that guy you’re talking to right now, anyway, the one you keep asking for advice on, and why he keeps bothering you all the time, and then I tried to be all, ‘well, what would I see in them if I was trying to date them’, and was like, ‘I mean, sure, they’re cute, anyone with eyes can see that, and sure they’re funny, but in the smart way which is even funnier, and also they’re thoughtful and also they’re a good listener, and and and’ and then it just hit me and, I mean! What the hell, dude? I don’t even know how long I’ve felt like this? Is this normal??”
“You get used to it after a little bit,” you tell him, head spinning. Hwanwoong just called you cute. “But yeah, it’s kinda overwhelming at first, right? And scary?”
“Terrifying, oh my god,” he groans. “Like, you’re my best friend, what the hell am I supposed to do now? What if you’ve noticed the whole time and have just been staying my friend to be nice, or something?”
“I didn’t notice,” you tell him, dragging your toe along one of the cracks in the floorboards, “or I didn’t want to get my hopes up, anyway. But you’re right, that’s the vibe, for sure.”
“And like, what if telling you is a bad idea? What if you’ll feel weird now about it, and we can’t hang out and make jokes and get bubble tea on weekends and—hey, wait. Got used to—get hopes up? I—WAIT.”
Your pulse jump-starts into high gear again. “Uhhh. Suddenly I have, um, things to do—”
“Don’t you dare hang up!” Hwanwoong exclaims. “Yah! I’ll call you again! Or whoever’s phone this is—it’s your roommate’s, right? Your roommate will get sick of me! Don’t you dare! You—I—what do y—how do you know how this feels?”
“Um.” Your heart is going to ricochet out of your ribcage. “I…maybe this is, uh, not new? For me to feel?”
Hwanwoong is quiet for a second, then, “About who?”
“Dude, don’t make me say it,” you groan. “It’s already embarrassing enough to talk with you about—”
“Is it that guy? The one you’ve been talking to? Because if it is, he’s kind of an idiot and he doesn’t appreciate your sense of humor nearly enough but like, I can take it, I’ll support you and the mediocre boy, it’s okay if—”
“You! It’s you! You dumbass!” You cut him off, shrill. “You’re the idiot! God! You are absolutely unbelievable! I am hanging up the phone!”
“No, please! Pleasepleasepleasepl—”
“Unbelievable,” you mutter, slumping down onto your bed. “I’m not hanging up, you can calm down.”
Hwanwoong sighs, sounding winded. “What are…why are we like this.”
“Beats me,” you mumble.
“You…have feelings for me?”
His voice is gilded with hope. You want to melt into the bed and die. “I…yeah.”
Hwanwoong sighs again, shakily, but you can hear him smiling. “How…when did you figure your side out?”
You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassment prickling under your skin. “….like, two years ago.”
There’s a long, excruciating silence on his end.
Panic bubbles up in your throat. “But like, in my defense, that was the year you suddenly were, like….a man? I-I mean, something…happened, because suddenly you weren’t just a kid my age, you were, like, attractive. Which, like, how dare you, by the way? You were supposed to be my cute little bestie forever, but nooo, you had me helping you post thirst traps, and shopping for clothes you looked hot in, and like, what was I supposed to do? So yeah, I thought I was being painfully obvious and that you were just being kind. But no, you’re just an idiot, but like, I guess I was too—”
“I love you so bad,” Hwanwoong interrupts. “You were in….dude, since two years ago?”
“If you think you get to make fun of how long I’ve loved you when you sent me an email—”
“I’m not making fun of you, I’m, like, pissed,” Hwanwoong says, but he’s laughing. “Like, doing the math, connecting the dots, it’s…yeah, I think I’ve felt like this about you since then, too, which is dumb as hell. All that time, and we could’ve…”
“Ugh,” you say, emphatic, dropping your head back against the bed and glaring at the ceiling. All that pining for nothing.
“We…might be stupid,” Hwanwoong says, still snickering.
Hwanwoong is in love with you. Holy shit. You can’t stop grinning. “You, uh. Wow.” You turn over on your side and grab your laptop, which you’d left open to his email on your bed when you rushed to call him. You begin reading aloud. “‘So in the weirdest turn of events I didn’t see coming, I think I may be, like, really in love with you somehow’. You don’t say. You simp for me that bad, huh.”
“I—you—I don’t—” Hwanwoong starts, then sighs.
You laugh.
“Wait, wait, oh my god, is this why I caught you checking me out all the time?” Hwanwoong asks.
Now it’s your turn to splutter. “I—I didn’t—I wasn’t checking y…uh. Well. Maybe.”
Hwanwoong snickers. “Busted.”
You sigh. “How much longer are you away again? Semester’s almost over. It’s been, like, eighty-four years.”
“Um, lemme check,” he says, pausing for a few moments, and you can picture him lifting his phone from his ear and tapping over to his calendar. “….ugh. Another week and a half.”
“Ugh,” you agree. “Too long. You need to come home so I can go full Spanish Inquisition on you about this.”
“Same,” he says. “When are you getting your phone fixed? It’s been killing me this week not to talk to you like normal.”
“The appointment’s today,” you reassure him. “Should hopefully be back to normal by the time you wake up tomorrow.”
“Thank god,” he groans. “Never drop your phone in the washing machine again, dumbass. I have too many important things to say.”
“You’re always welcome to say them over email now, if you want,” you say, smirking, and Hwanwoong grumbles playfully while you laugh.
“Hey.”
Your roommate is in the doorway, looking freshly showered. “I’m leaving soon, I’m gonna need that back.”
You pout but nod. “I gotta go, ‘Woong, roomie needs the phone back.”
“Yeah, I should probably go to bed soon, anyway,” he says, then pauses. “I, um….”
You don’t prompt him, glad that he sounds as shy as you feel.
“…thanks. For not, you know, freaking out. Well, actually, you did freak out, but, like, not in the bad and annoying way.”
“Thanks a lot,” you groan, and he laughs again, the sound soft in a way that sits comfortably in your heart.
“I….I really do. Love you, that is. God, this is awkward.”
You’re grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, it is. It’ll get better with practice, I bet.”
You pause, then add, “I love you, too. Dumbass.”
“Gross,” your roommate says from the doorway, and apparently Hwanwoong can hear them, because he laughs at that, too, and the sound is so joyous. You miss him a lot, miss seeing how his eyes crinkle when he’s happy. You can’t wait for him to get home from abroad.
“I’ll text you when my phone gets fixed, okay?”
“I’ll be waiting. Tick tock.”
You smile.
“Love you,” he says again, and the way he says it makes warmth zip through you.
“Love you,” you breathe, meaning it, then hang up before you get too embarrassed.
Your roommate is smirking when you hand the phone back. “I’m glad my phone could help you two idiots finally figure it out.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, shoving their arm playfully before going to make coffee. A week and a half. How are you going to survive that long?
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🗓 03/01/23 | 🗒Creditos de materiais pinterest
✏OPPAXWANG |2023
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bok-innie · 1 year
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singing under your radar
☆ seodo / geonhak + seoho
☆ mature (18+)
☆ alcohol, makeout, strangers to lovers
☆ word count : 4.8k
☆ chapters published : 1 / 2
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