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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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Irish Breakfast

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

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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Passing Reflections (y.hw)

❊ Pairing: prince!yeo hwanwoong x fem!reader

❊ Genre: fluff, a little angst, time travel, ancient korea, royal au

❊ Warnings: angsty talk when it comes to the reader’s life, talks of relative deaths

❊ Wc: 2.2k

❊ Featuring: the rest of oneus

❊ Summary: your life has been one mishap after another. you had once accidentally stumbled across this mirror that allowed you to travel. to another world or another time, you weren’t too sure. but either way, you were happy while you were there. now, after having been away for more than a year, you were aching to see your prince and his brothers once more.

❊ a/n: comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated since that’s how the algorithm here works. So if you could reblog my works or leave a comment that would be greatly appreciated!

Your life was hell, and that was putting it lightly. In the last year, both of your parents had passed away, within a month of each other, then your aunt who you were super close with. You had grown distant from your brother due to all of this family trauma so you were practically alone.

Most of your life now was to wake up, go to work, come back and sleep, and repeat. But, unfortunately, that cycle would be broken.

“What? What do you mean you’re letting me go?” you asked your boss as he counted a till. He looked at you with a bored look on his face.

“It means you no longer work for me. Listen, y/n. You’ve been a good worker. But you’ve been very distracted lately and things aren’t being handled properly anymore. I had to make a decision and I’m sorry this was it.” he said and you felt close to tears. But you bit back your tears as you nodded.

You didn’t say much else, just handed in some of your things and left. You felt so hopeless. Why couldn’t you just have one week where you didn’t feel drained or where something went wrong? You started thinking and you made a spur of the moment decision. You still had the fan that was given to you by someone you knew. So you quickly went home and grabbed it. It was a beautiful handheld fan. It was made with delicate paper connected by delicately engraved wood, stained red. The paper had thin black lines on it and at the end of these random looking lines were pink painted flowers. The person who had painted the cherry blossom tree on your fan was the same person who had gifted it to you. And the one who had carved into the wood was the one you missed the most.

So you tucked the fan away and walked away from this life as you knew it. And you walked to the museum that was a few blocks away from your home. You walked inside and looked around, not having even bothered to bring your keys or your phone. You didn’t need them where you were headed anyway.

It was close to closing, so what you did after looking around for a while was you went into the bathroom. You entered one of the stalls and you waited. You waited for a while. And then a little while longer. Luckily, there wasn’t too much security so as the sun was setting, you quietly exited the bathroom and headed off to the exhibit of ancient Korea. There, a mirror was on display amongst other ornate things. You looked around as you came closer to the mirror.

You were making a gamble here. You’d only done this once. And you had no clue if it would work again. But anything would be better than this life. You wanted to go back. You wanted to see him again. You slowly reached your hand out and pressed it against the cool glass of the mirror. And before you knew it, your vision went.

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When your vision finally returned to you, you were slightly disoriented. You looked around as you took in your surroundings. You were inside of an empty building. The same building you appeared in last time. The mirror was nowhere in sight, but you knew where it was. You looked down at yourself and smiled. You were a beautiful hanbok, the skirt a light pink and the shirt was light grey. Your hair was in an updo, held together by pins and beautiful clips. And the fan was held in your hand.

It worked. You were finally here. You smiled your first smile in months as you started off through town. The sun was setting and there were people setting up lanterns since the night was approaching. But you weaved your way through the crowd towards the palace. The way to get there was surrounded by forest and you had to travel a little ways up a weathered dirt path to get there. You saw a couple of different guards out front as you approached. They looked at you and stood just a little more at attention as you approached.

“What is it you need?” one of them asked.

“I need to see the princes. Please, I’m a friend of theirs.” you insisted as they looked at you strangely.

“Please. Don’t try and lie. What proof do you have that you know them?” they asked as you huffed a little. You gently opened the fan and showed it to them.

“This. You recognize this art and this work, don’t you? It was gifted to me by one of your princes, please. Fetch them and let them tell you who I am.” you said quietly. The guards looked at one another before one of them sighed.

“Stay here. I will send for the princes.” he said, walking inside of the gate to the palace. You nodded as you looked around, lightly fanning yourself to pass the time as you waited.

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Hwanwoong simply was looking out of his window as he watched the sun set. Ever since you had left, he hadn’t been nearly as cheerful. Everyone could see the connection you and he had. So when you left, he became reclusive. He only ever slept, ate, worked on carvings, and walked the gardens. That had been his days for a year. When there was a knock at his door, he didn’t even look over. “Enter,” he called quietly.

He heard the door creak open and a quiet voice. “Hwanwoong? Our presence is being summoned at the gate.” he heard Youngjo speak.

“You just go, Hyung. Not all of us are needed.” he said.

“Unfortunately, we are. The others are waiting.” Youngjo said softly, watching as Hwanwoong sighed and stood.

“Fine. Let’s go.” Hwanwoong said quietly, following the eldest out of his room and through their home in almost complete silence. They arrived at the front gate and saw the other four standing with one of the guards.

“There you guys are.” Seoho said with a smile.

“What’s going on exactly?” Youngjo asked as he looked to the guard in question, Hwanwoong’s face stoic as he stood next to him

“Well, sire. There was a young woman who came to the gate, insisting that she knew the six of you and wanted to see you all. Naturally, we told her to leave. And if she had actual proof, then to provide it. That’s when she showed us a fan that was very clearly Prince Hwanwoong’s woodwork and Prince Leedo’s artwork. It looked specially made.” the guard said. The others all froze and quickly looked at one another. Hwanwoong very quickly got his hopes up as the guard opened the gate back up and exited with the princes.

The sound of the creaking hinges caught your attention as you turned around, fan hiding your face a little bit as the six princes followed the guard out as you stood there, slowly lowering the fan as you smiled at them. They all stood in shock.

“I’m back.” you said quietly. Keonhee, quickly and in a very non-princely manner, ran forward and hugged you.

“You’re here!” he proclaimed as the others broke their princely attitudes and quickly came forward, all talking happily. You smiled as you talked with them all happily, looking to see Hwanwoong hanging back. He looked close to tears as he looked at you in shock. The others caught on and Xion smiled softly. “Let’s all head inside and you and Hyung can talk.” he said softly and you smiled, nodding.

They all led you inside and you saw Leedo whispering to Hwanwoong. And you felt a pout form as he left the group. Leedo fell to walk next to you and smiled. “He’s just going to his room for a moment to compose himself. We didn’t know you’d be returning. You can meet him in the gardens.” he said in his low voice. You smiled up at him, given that he was so tall.

“Thank you, Leedo. I’ll see you all in a bit.” you said, parting from the princes who all were talking happily. They had greatly missed you, almost as much as Hwanwoong had. You walked quietly, the sound of the pond’s small waterfall in the garden reaching your ears as you arrived. By now, the moon had started to rise, but it was still very warm, being in the summer months. But there was a slight breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful. This was your favorite place in the whole palace, besides Hwanwoong’s study as it always smelt of fresh wood shavings.

It was nearly silent besides the sounds of water and leaves. And that’s when you heard a pair of footsteps approach, making you turn to face the person. It was Hwanwoong. He still looked shaken and shocked as he approached you on the pathway that cut through the garden. He looked at you and didn’t know what to say. After a long year without you, what could he say? There was too much.

“I never thought you’d come back.” that’s what he was able to muster to come out. And even then, his voice was embarrassingly shaky.

“I honestly didn’t know if I would. Like I told you when I left the first time, I had a life to go back to. I wanted to reconnect with my family. Because seeing you with your brothers and your parents made me miss my own, so I went back and reached out.” you said and he nodded in understanding.

“Then why did you come back?” he questioned.

You sighed. “My parents passed away within a month of one another. And then my father’s sister whom I was very close to passed soon after. And then because of it all, my brother and I gree apart again. And just before I came here, the job I was working, they let me go. So I had nothing. Except the hope to come back here again. I didn’t want to spend another moment away from this place. Away from you.” you confessed. You didn’t miss how Hwanwoong’s ears went pink under his black hair. “But enough about my unfortunate life. How have you been since I last saw you?”

How should he answer this? He didn’t want to admit how many nights he stayed awake, longing for you. How desperate he was to have you by his side again. But he couldn’t help it. “I…was honestly just as miserable. But for other reasons.” you cocked your head to one side in confusion, but waited for him to continue. “Obviously, as you saw, my brothers are still in good health. My parents are traveling currently and are in good health as well. But…since you left. I have felt as if a part of my heart has been missing. Part of my soul. I have been…rather depressed since you left. I only wished for you to return and I didn’t even know if you would.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You and Hwanwoong both knew of your feelings for one another. But it had been too soon when you first met, not to mention you did have a life to go back to before. But now, the feelings you harbored for one another couldn’t be ignored. “You know. You could just say you missed me.” you said, smiling shyly and awkwardly. He couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“That is a more simplistic way of putting it, yes.” he said with a smile at you. And that smile blinded you. He was so radiant. You felt like the past year, even with reconnecting with your family, a dark rain cloud had been over you since you left. But now. Being here in the place that feels the most like home you’ve ever felt and with the man you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, it was like the sun had come again. And was right in front of you. “y/n. May I do something? It’s something I’ve wished to do ever since you left.” he asked and you nodded.

You didn’t expect what happened next. Your fan was folded and held in your right hand. And Hwanwoong gently wrapped his fingers around that wrist, sparks seeming to light up your skin where he ever so gently touched. You then felt yourself be pulled forward until you were practically chest to chest. And the next that happened was so cliche you could cringe. But it felt so right with Hwanwoong.

He kissed you. It was so gentle yet powerful in all the feelings behind it. And you found yourself kissing back readily. And just at that moment, an especially strong gust of wind knocked many cherry blossom petals free from their hold, causing them to flutter around the both of you. It was straight out of a drama you would watch back in your world. And straight out of a story that could be written in his. It felt so right, this storybook moment. And amongst the moonlight and falling cherry blossoms and the smell of shaven wood, this was a moment you two were writing together. You didn’t know what the rest of your story held. But you were ready to continue to turn the pages, excited for what this world held for the both of you.

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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!

#oneus #tomoon #fic #oneus fic #fanfiction #bingo #trope bingo #seoho #hwanwoong #leedo #xion #keonhee #oneus fanfic #fanfic #kpop #kpop fic #kpop fanfic

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transteez · 10 months

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Trans fic tuesday

Pairing: San/Hwanwoong Author: kindofgay Rating: Explicit Tags: pwp, mental health issues, alcohol, sober sex, pet names Chapters: 1/1

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#tft #ateez #ateez fic #oneus #oneus fic #yeo hwanwoong #choi san #hwansan #?#choi san fic #yeo hwanwoong fic

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serendipminie · 7 months

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It's so fun being the two-woman fandom of our wip @faceglitchsworld

#kpop #personal post #teresa🤍🌻#oneus fic #oneus fanfic #oneus fanfiction #wip part of your world #kpop fanfic #writing

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maluyoongi · 2 months

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capas feitas entre 17 de fevereiro e 3 de março, Saga Twilight programa: ibis paint x feita para: @tinyllgye link: 🌕 🍷 🧊

• fazer as capas pra essa saga foi trabalhoso e divertido. eu sempre quis capar com o oneus, mas nunca tomava vergonha na cara. e graças a tiny eu finalmente fiz🥺 E EU ADOREI. a capa de twilight eu tive a grande ajuda da @luvsta q além de cortar png pra mim ainda ajeitou o cabelo do xion pra mim (ela manda TAO BEM) e todas as outras três ela assistiu bem bonitinha. e o @shibuinni3 também assistiu a de light us q eu só consegui fazer pq eles me ajudaram muito☝️ obrigada meus pitocos.

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yootaesowlwrites · 8 months

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Practice Room

A/N: This is a free choice fic. Imagine who you want to for this.

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, mention of blowjob, masturbation, phone sex, nicknames,

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 16+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

To say you weren’t expecting a call from your boyfriend only a few hours after he had left for a late-night practice was an understatement, but the way he looked was not how you expected to see when you answered the FaceTime call. His hair was soaked with sweat and sticking to his forehead, yet some parts of it looked dishevelled, you could see his flushed skin and the way the sweat glistened in the light.

“I thought you were dancing,” You say as you sit upright in bed. You prop yourself against the headboard and lazily move one arm over your head as you lovingly stare at your phone, or more at the man on your phone screen.

“Baby…” He heavily breathes. Your eyes widen as you hear his tone, and you practically straighten up, and that’s when you pick up on how dark his eyes are, lust and need swirled in them. “Fuck, you shouldn’t have given me that blowjob earlier…” An hour or two before he had left for the studio, you were on your knees in front of him and his hands tangled into your hair as you looked up at him so sinfully as you had your mouth stuffed with his cock.

“Was it that good?” You ask, feeling a sense of pride growing inside your chest. “You really couldn’t focus on practice and thought more about your dick inside my mouth, how I looked up at you with big eyes and breathed loudly as I take more and more of you in my mouth, the head of you slipping down my th—”

“Baaabbyyy,” He whines out and leans his head against a white wall. “Fuck, I called you to help, but you’re making it worse,” He moves the camera lower, and you saw the giant tent in his sweats. “Fuck, this is your fault, you need to help take care of this,” You lick your lips and adjust yourself into a more comfortable position.

“Take your pants off,” You mumble. “Is anybody there or is anyone going to disturb you?” You watch his free hand come into view and push his pants down, along with his underwear. You push your legs together as you watch his hard cock spring free and slap against his lower stomach, leaving a smear of his arousal behind on his tanned skin, some of it getting on his happy trail.

“Nobody, it’s like a ghost town here,” He says. You nod your head, even though he was holding the camera away from his face, and you knew he wasn’t going to see. “It felt so good what you did to me earlier,” You lick your lips as you feel your own skin slowly starting to heat up with excitement.

“You really do need the help,” You whisper. “Cup yourself for me,” You watch his hand cup the underside of his cock and hear a groan from him. “Slide your hand up and down,” He does what you say, and you hear his breathing only getting louder. You weren’t completely sure where he was inside the company building, but you had a feeling it was in the dance practice room. “Wanna turn the camera towards the mirror for me?” You watch the phone lift before it freezes for a split second as he switches the camera to face the mirror. “I knew it…”

“It’s just me here…” He mutters. You could see him completely through the mirror, the way he held the phone and the way he sat against the wall across from the mirror. “It got so bad while I was dancing, I couldn’t focus at all,” You lick your lips as you let your eyes move towards his cock he was still palming.

“Can you move closer to the mirror?” You ask. You watch him pull his hand away and move himself closer to the mirror, close enough for you to see what you want and need to see. “Good boy,” He lets out a soft whimper. “Wrap your hand around yourself,” He lets out a breathy groan as his fingers wrap around the base of his length. “Fuck, watch you do this… being like this, it makes me want to come to you,” You unconsciously move one of your hands over your pyjama shorts and press your fingers down against your folds, and felt your juices moving between them. “Move your hand, slowly.”

“Oh, gawd…” He groans as he slowly slides his hand upwards to the tip of his cock. You watch as he slides the palm of his hand over the tip before moving it down his length, leaving a trail of his arousal along his cock, before his hand slid back upwards to collect more of his pre-cum onto his hand. “Fuck, so good…” You watch him rub the palm of his hand over the head of his cock in a circular motion.

“Baby…” You mumble as you press your fingers harder against your folds, pressing near your clit. “Gawd…” His breathing gets harder, and you could feel sweat forming on your skin from hearing the little whimpers and groans from his lips. “Move your hand away from the head.”

“Y/n… baby…” He whimpers. He slowly slides his hand away from the head, and you could see the red angry tip leaking more, his hand was probably coated with his arousal. “Baby…” You could see his stomach rising and falling through the mirror.

“Can you do me a favour… take off your hoodie and shirt,” You say. You almost whine as he puts the phone down and disappears from your view, you hear the sound of clothes shuffling and moments later he is back in your view, and you can see his toned arms and his toned torso clearer now. “Fuck… yes,” You slide your hand upwards and slip it between your pyjama pants and panties and cup yourself through your panties. “Take your thumb, baby…” You watch him wrap his hand around himself again and slowly move his thumb to the slit on his cock. “That’s it, play with it,” You press against your folds again, and rub up and down over the panties.

“Yyyy/nnnn…” He whines out as he circles his thumb over the slit of his cock. You could see his arousal coating his thumb, making it glisten in the light. “Fuck, fuck… I’m…” His tone sounded strained, and you had a feeling he wasn’t going to last very long.

“How long did you try and hold out, baby?” You ask in a teasing tone. “Too long?” You slide your fingers to the side of your panties and pull them aside before pressing them against your exposed folds and slowly pushing your digits past them.

“Y-yes, fu-fuck, too lo-long,” He stutters. You could see sweat rolling down his chest and over his stomach, his thigh muscles bulging in the mirror, and you could see his hand gripping the phone harder. “I’m going to…”

“Slide along it, baby,” You say. You watch him slide his thumb along his slit, and smile as you watch his body begin to shake, your view of him becomes shaky as well, and you wished you were right in front of him to experience it. “Keep going, make yourself cum on yourself,” Your eyes move to his abdomen, and you could see his muscles pulling and twitching, the sound of his groans and loud breathing was making your mind spin. “When you get home… eat me out.”

“Fuck, Y/n, you can’t say stuff like that…” He groans. His hand begins bobbing up and down around the head of his cock, while his thumb continues to slide along the slit. He could feel his balls tightening as his high was nearing, and rapidly as well.

“I mean it, eat me out, even if I’m asleep, I’ll be fucking soaked,” You say. Your eyes flash towards his throat and watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he breathes in rapidly and loudly. “Cum for me, baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” You watch him throw his head back against the wall and listen to his moans becoming louder and deeper.

“Yyy/nnn… fuck, yes, I’m… for you, fuck… fuck,” He groans. His movements become more rapid, and you watch his eyes fall shut, his lids move and twitch before you watch his body begin to shake with pleasure. “Y/N!” His head turns from side to side against the wall, and you lower your eyes to watch ropes of cum spilling from his cock and onto his lower stomach and onto his thighs.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that,” You say. His muscles twitch and pull as he goes through his orgasm, he was a mess, and it was all because of you. He was a mess for you.

“Y/n, fuck, baby, baby, fuck!” He moans. His hand falls to the floor, and you watch him from a different angle as he goes through his high. “FUCK, fuck, oh, my fucking…” You push your fingers against your clit, you had been too distracted watching him, you had forgotten to get yourself off. “Fuck, oh, my…” You watch his movements slowly down before his hand falls away from his cock, and he slowly opens his eyes, a dazed look in them as he stares upwards at the ceiling. A smile begins forming on his lips, and he slowly turns his head towards the phone in his hand to see you staring at him with darkened eyes. “I can’t believe I just did this here…”

“Well, believe it…” You whisper. “I apparently gave you such a good head earlier, you wanted it to happen in the practice room,” You watch him lick his lips as a chuckle escapes his lips, he was thinking about it and thinking about what he had just done. He wasn’t even sure how he was going to get himself out of the practice room and to the bathroom without getting caught by an employee who worked late hours or night shifts. “Hurry and finish practice…”

“You didn’t get to finish though…” He says. You watch as a frown forms on his face and he lifts the camera. “Let me ease you through it,” You shake your head, pressing your fingers harder against your clit.

“No, no… hurry and finish practice and then come and eat me out,” You say. “I want that, I want you to eat me out,” You watch him swallow and nod his head. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you to return,” You watch him reach for his hoodie and pull it towards himself. “And go clean yourself up,” He nods his head again.

“I think I’m done with practice, I’ll be home soon,” He says. You softly smile at him and nod your head. “Don’t get off without me seeing it, okay?” This time it was your turn to chuckle.

“Got it, I will wait for you to arrive,” You say. He waves at the camera with his cum-coated hand, and you feel your pussy twitch as you watch it glisten. “Hurry.”

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taihua · 1 month

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fengqing + 48 for the kiss prompts <3

--because the world is ending.

[CW for character death]

When the scientists agreed that the meteor strikes were unavoidable and would begin in the evening a month hence, there was talk of relocating to the space stations, although several were anticipated to take damage, too. Where there were humans, there were believers, although most of them didn't care for ancient martial gods anymore, so at most they might buy themselves a few more solar years before fading.

In the end, the four of them decided to stay. Puqi Shrine had long since been converted into a convenience store and gas station and then abandoned when the refugee ships arrived, but they spent the afternoon removing the debris from the floor and salvaging nutrient packs from the collapsed shelves.

"A few hours left," Xie Lian mused at one point. "If anyone has been keeping secrets, now is a good time to share."

Mu Qing narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me?"

"If anyone could keep a secret for thousands of years, it would be you." Feng Xin gave his shoulder a playful shove.

Xie Lian disappeared with Hua Cheng shortly after that, so Feng Xin and Mu Qing exchanged a wordless glance before escaping outside where they wouldn't have to spend their last hours on earth overhearing something they didn't need to overhear.

A few hours left; the sky was starting to turn pink at the edges. If Feng Xin squinted, he could imagine the distant clouds were the beginning of the end.

At his side, something brushed against his hand. When he looked down, Mu Qing was tracing the outline of his fingers with his own.

"What Xie Lian said before..." Mu Qing said quietly. "There's something I never said to you."

If Feng Xin spoke, he thought his voice would crack; he could feel a lump building in his throat. "I know. You didn't need to say it."

Thousands of years, and it's never gotten easier for Mu Qing to admit his feelings. He's shown it in his actions, though--in little touches, in shared glances, in the mended clothes like the ones Feng Xin is wearing even now.

"It feels strange to say it now," Mu Qing said. "But I... love you."

Thousands of years, and it's the first time Feng Xin has heard those three words from Mu Qing. Somehow, Mu Qing was still blushing like the sky at sunset, even though this was the last sunset they'd ever face and no one would be around to remember the confession.

Feng Xin reached out a hand, tilting Mu Qing's chin towards him so he could brush a kiss against his mouth. Tender at first, but it wasn't long before Mu Qing's lips parted, body pressed close to Feng Xin and arms winding around his neck.

There wasn't much time left, but at least at the end, they'd--

#anonymous #fengqing #feng xin #mu qing #tgcf fic #'skitty this is just oneus unforgettable mv' yes #i think everyone should get to experience their faves getting meteor struck. as a treat.

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kimbappykidding · 9 months

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Imagine your boyfriend Jongho getting jealous when you admire Oneus’ Leedo’s strength

For some idols, keeping their partner away from their idol side worked for them. However as you'd been involved in the behind the scenes side of the business before you and Jongho even got together, that was impossible but lucky neither of you minded. Jongho quite liked having you on set and you found it nice that the two of you could discuss the industry and see one another's views. You also got along with all the boys in Ateez finding them hilarious and so watched all of Jongho's content. Every music video and interview you could get your hands on. Jongho cringed whenever he saw himself acting sexy but you'd shush him and tell him to deal with it. However you'd been busy recently and had missed a lot of Ateez content and were trying to catch up. That's why you were only just watching the Ateez interview with Oneus. You were friendly with Oneus having worked for their company briefly but clearly didn't know everything about them.

"A watermelon!" you cried as they announced Leedo could break one with a single punch. "How on earth is he going to do that?" you asked watching as Leedo rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "I know Leedo was strong but surely that's impossible" you said more to yourself than anyone but Jongho had heard you loud and clear. He wanted to ask how you knew Leedo was so strong, the insecure protectiveness coming through but he stopped himself. He watched as Leedo punched the watermelon in half and your face lit up in amazement "that was insane! He's so strong!" you cried "and the way he just dabs his shirt afterwards is so cool. He's so classy" you smiled and Jongho frowned "yeah well keep watching". "Why?" you asked and he smiled "you'll see...". You grinned and turned back to the screen when it lit up with a phone call. "It's my sister...hold on" you said pausing the video and Jongho frowned "wait no! What about the video?" excited for you to see him also break the watermelon. You laughed "I won't be long" and Jongho sighed. Every phone call with your sister lasted at least an hour so he bookmarked the video for you and put something else on. Just as Jongho predicted your phone call lasted longer than expected and you didn't have to finish the rest of the video. So Jongho waited and then when you got home from work the next day and started browsing through your video list he waited patiently. "Eugh what should we watch?" you asked. "Well we could finish that video you started yesterday?" Jongho offered when you shook your head "no need, I finished it on my dinner at work". "What?" he cried and you nodded "yeah it was really good and you were amazing with that watermelon. The boys were so funny". Jongho pouted slightly. He was pleased you liked him smashing the watermelon but not quite satisfied. He'd wanted to watch it with you to see the look on your face when he did it. He knew it was immature but he wanted you to gush over him like you'd done Leedo. "What's wrong?" you asked noticing his expression but Jongho shook his head "nothing I was just thinking about something...so where do you want to eat?". You nodded and began suggesting ideas but Jongho could tell you hadn't fully dropped it. Then as you went out for dinner, who should you see but Oneus themselves? The group were coming down the street as you were going up and there was no avoiding them. Hwanwoong saw you and waved and you grinned happy to see them. "Hey" you smiled and Jongho greeted them all too. "I finally watched your interview with Ateez. You were all amazing. Keonhee I'm glad you've found your long-lost brother". The boy chuckled and Jongho was tense hoping you wouldn't spot Leedo at the back but you did. "And you breaking that watermelon was insane!" you cried. Leedo laughed "thank you but Jongho did it too" pointing to him. You nodded "yeah but Jongho's an expert with fruit...and he didn't do it in a silk shirt". Leedo blushed but was happy. Jongho was not. It was nothing" he insisted but you shook your head "it was everything Leedo" and he blushed even more. "Yeah he's so strong he's like a gorilla!" Hwanwoong cried "I can't even wrap my arms around him properly" and he began to demonstrate. You all watched amused before Jongho motioned he wanted to go. "We're gonna head off but it was nice seeing you" you said and waved to the guys. "They're so nice" you smiled and Jongho nodded "so nice". When you sat down in the restaurant you got something was off. Jongho seemed really stiff and tense which was odd because in the car he had returned to normal. Something was clearly bothering him and when the waiter left to get your drinks you touched Jongho's hand "are you sure you're okay, you know you can tell me anything right?". Jongho tensed but gently took your hand "I know". "So what's wrong and don't say nothing because you look really sad and I want to know why". Jongho frowned "I just...it's silly just ignore me". You shook your head "but I don't want to! If something's upsetting you, I want to help". Jongho sighed "but it's something I need to work on not you...only I can dictate my emotions". "Yeah but other people can also influence them, so is there anything I can do to help?". Jongho sighed again "I sometimes get jealous...". "Jealous?" you asked and Jongho nodded "when I see you get impressed with other guys, like that thing with Leedo? You seemed to really admire him and that made me jealous because being strong is my thing and I want to be the only guy you look at like that...but that's my insecurity, not yours and I promise I will work on it".

You squeezed Jongho's hand "thank you for telling me and being so honest with me. I understand where you're coming from and want you to know you'll always be my favourite strong guy". Jongho blushed and you carried on "and if I can do anything to help you work through that please let me know". Jongho smiled "you're so great, I knew you wouldn't laugh at me but still I was a little nervous to tell you but I should've known you'd be understanding. I do have the best girlfriend ever". You chuckled "coming from" and gently traced a pattern on the back of his hand. The waiter came back with your drinks and it was smiles all around with Jongho left a lot happier than when he walked in. No matter what he was your favourite strong guy and that was all he needed.

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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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We Might Be Stupid

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

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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oneusficevents · 1 year

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2023 ONEUS Trope Bingo Interest Check

Hi! This is the very beginning of @oneusficevents! The goal of this blog is to host semi-annual events to get more fics into the Ao3 tag and to showcase the creativity in the fandom. We are starting off small with a 4x4 square Trope Bingo. There is no obligation to join if you fill out the interest check, just wanted to get a feel and see if there's enough interest to put on the event.

Any and all fics created for this bingo will be both part of the Ao3 collection and shared on this blog.

This event will be open from February to August, and you are free to post at any time during that period. You are also free to write for as many and few of the tiles as you'd like. There's no obligation to complete bingo if you don't want to/have the time to.

The goal is eventually to get to the point that we can host TOMOON collaboration events with artist/editors like Minibangs and the like. Please reblog and share this post if interested! The more interest, the more fics we can put out there!

#oneus #fic #oneus fic #fanfiction #kpop #trope bingo #tomoon #to moon #seoho #leedo #keonhee #hwanwoong #xion #signal boost #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #oneus fanfic

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restlessmaknae · 8 months

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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

RULES

Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou

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woongmybeloved · 1 year

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@oneusficevents 2023 Trope Bingo: Fake Relationship Square

Pairing: Keonhee/Hwanwoong

Setting: Actor!AU, CEO!AU, Fake Relationship, Enemies to Lovers

Genre: Humor, Fluff, Minor Angst with a Happy Ending

Warnings: Mild Language

Rating: T

Wordcount: 16,584/?

Summary:

"You offered your body to your boss to thank him for giving you a job?" Dongju asked incredulously.

"W-well the thing is... I mean, it's not like that. I mean, yes he's my boss and yes we kissed but like, it's not what you think!"

Dongju pursed his lips. "Then explain it to me. Why would you get into the first scandal in your fourteen-year career on the very day you sign a contract by kissing your boss in public?"

Or; Lee Keonhee needs to get out of an arranged marriage. His old highschool rival Yeo Hwanwoong needs a new acting agency. Together they unleash chaos upon both Hallyu and high society.

#2023ONEUSTropeBingo #ultkpop #oneus #fic bingo #oneus fic #oneus fanfic #hwanwoong #keonhee #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #hwanwoong fic #keonhee fic #my fic

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seovly · 2 months

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lee seoho — cocksucking

pairing: seoho x gn! reader

warnings: rough blowjob, hair pulling, sub-leaning switch seoho

word count: 996

a/n: HELLO SEOHO NATION! i've never written for a kpop idol before and i don't have much experience with smut, but the number of seoho fics is so painful to look at that i had to take matters into my own hands 😭

Slow, fluttering kisses make their way up Seoho’s milky thighs, already taut with anticipation. You peek at him through lowered eyes. He's biting his lip, eyes closed shut as his chest heaves with every stuttered breath — he's so fucking sexy, always effortlessly turning heads and turning you on. And you haven't even gotten his briefs off.

“Haaa, haa…”

There's no way he's this sensitive, is he? Well, only one way to find out.

Your lips trail higher and higher, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Seoho’s arousal is as clear as day, erection straining against the spandex and begging to be revealed. Words are unneeded in this situation; he wants to be touched, and you want to touch him — what else has to be said? But this situation only occurred in the first place because neither of you played by the book.

“Seoho. Seoho. Look at me.”

His eyes snap open, taken off-guard by the abrupt vocalisation. You almost feel bad seeing that flustered, deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression on his pretty face.

Then you take notice of his bottom lip, red and swollen, along with his sultry half-lidded eyes usually reserved for more suggestive performances, and all restraint goes out the window.

A strangled yelp escapes his mouth as you impatiently tug the elastic of his underwear down with your teeth. His cock springs out. It's at least six inches long and curved slightly to the left — and fuck, it's just as pretty as the rest of him. You can't help but lick your lips when you observe the beads of precum collecting on his tip. Your tongue darts out, tracing the crown of his cock. Seoho shivers. His breathing quickly turns erratic when you begin swirling your tongue around his cockhead. It's a little salty, but nothing you hadn't prepared for. His muscles are tight with tension — is he clutching the bedsheets? That won't do.

Without taking your mouth off of his length, you gingerly pry Seoho’s hand from the edge of the bed and guide it to your head. His eyes widen when he finally realises what you're trying to get him to do. Mind clouded from the pleasure, Seoho doesn't even hesitate to nod and obey.

Despite being as tense as a drawn bowstring, the way he runs his fingers through your hair so gently is enough incentive for you to redouble your efforts. So you do just that, taking Seoho by surprise when you suddenly reach to cup his balls, massaging them while licking thin stripes up his aching cock.

“A-ah, wait — ”

His hand flexes into a tight grip in your hair, legs trembling as shuddered gasps make their presence known right above your head. You can't suppress the smile on your lips. That burn on your scalp? That's exactly what you were aiming for. But he didn't pull as hard as you'd prefer, so you have to push him still. You lower your head.

“Fuck, fuck, shit!” he cusses, the only indication of a warning before bucking his hips roughly.

You wince, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. That's not the type of deepthroating you expected to start tonight with, but his glaring desperation is infectious.

“Sorry, I’m really s-sorry — ” is what Seoho manages to grit out before he's cut off by a groan as you take his length deeper into your mouth. You haven't done this for some time now but thankfully, if his small whines are anything to judge by, your skills haven't gone rusty. Though the fact that Seoho probably hasn't had his dick sucked in ages might be helping too. “S-shit, you feel so hot around me — ”

Another groan, but softer, suppressed. You bob your head, using your free hand to spread his legs further.

“If you keep d-doing that, I won't… I won't...”

The staccato rhythm of his breathing, accompanied by the tiniest of whimpers, is music to your ears. Gradually, the crescendo approaches; you can tell by how his grip tightens, his sweet moans growing in both pitch and frequency. When Seoho begins fucking into your mouth unabashedly, you're more than happy to comply, hollowing your cheeks and enduring the discomfort in order to bring him closer to his high.

What you don't appreciate is his futile attempts at pulling you off when his climax nears. Seriously, the least he could do was let you enjoy the fruits of your labour after all you've done for him.

“Fuck! Fuck — cumming!”

Seoho’s eyes roll into the back of his head; his body stiffens, his hand holding your head firmly in place as hot, sticky cum shoots into your mouth from his twitching cock.

You glance upwards, taking in the sight of his fucked-out face — pupils blown wide and expression contorted in ecstasy — and it's obvious that his movements are driven by raw instinct, thrusts already weakening but showing no sign of stopping of their own accord.

But you're not complaining. God knows how long you've been waiting to have one of your holes stuffed full of his cock, and now that it's happening, you're going to relish in the moment.

After what seems like forever, he slowly pulls out, allowing you to swallow his thick load without obstruction. You rub your sore jaw absentmindedly, but he catches the action.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, cheeks reddening. Seoho reaches out to caress your face, squeezing and prodding messily but hey, it's the thought that counts.

“If you're sorry, you'll help me out, right?”

His breath hitches. Seoho can only watch, enraptured, as you shuffle out of your pants. When they drop to the floor, he wastes no time in repaying the favour.

“Yeah. Come here,” Seoho murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and seating you down on his warm lap. You shift in place, grinding against his crotch as he trails chaste kisses down your neck. Unable to hold back a whine, you shiver when he smirks against your skin, proud of his handiwork. Without any prompting, Seoho slips his hand into your underwear.

#seoho #lee seoho #oneus seoho #seoho smut #lee seoho smut #oneus smut #seoho x reader #oneus x reader #oneus #kpop smut #kpop #smut fic #smut

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