#park seonghwa oneshot

[makeitmingi]

Let Me In

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fantasy

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Normal!Reader, Vampire!Seonghwa

Summary: He's the second in command of the most powerful, feared coven. But he hides a secret, a human that made his dead heart feel love. For the rest of her life, he promises to protect her from harm, never wanting her to face the consequences of being his lover. Until one day, his hand is forced.

Word count: 8.3K

[Story warning(s): Reader questions herself and her life, descriptions of violence, gore, blood shed, all things vampire. ATEEZ coven members have horrible pasts, experiences with humans and with each other. Please read at your own discretion.]

The moment you entered your bedroom, you let out a tired sigh and leaned against the closed door, your tired body slumping down slightly. The weight of the day was starting to sink into your bones and the aches in your joints were screaming at you.

Today, after a long day at university, you took a double shift at your work place because you knew the later shifts got paid slightly more for closing up the store.

"Never again." You told yourself. Looking at the clock by your desk, you straightened up and went to your window sill.

Pulling back the curtains, you pushed open the windows. You shivered, it was a chilly cloudy night, the moon barely visible.

"I need a shower." You walked to the drawers to pull out some comfy clothes. Although you just wanted to rest, a part of you knew that a warm shower will help relieve some ache in your muscles.

'Maybe I should just quit now.' You thought, leaning against the tiles. You were working so hard to put yourself through university, for what?

"Argh!" You let out a small shout of frustration. Closing your eyes, you grounded yourself and took a deep breath before exiting the shower and getting changed. You tried to towel dry your hair as you shuffled into your bedroom again to do your night time routine.

"Are you okay? Why did you shout? I thought something happened to you in the shower."

"It's nothing..." You mumbled, putting moisturiser on your arms and legs. Once you were done, you gathered your dirty clothes in your arms to do laundry.

"Sorry, I forgot. Come in, Hwa." You said before walking out into the hallway. You heard the heels of his shoes lightly knock on the floor.

"My love, what's wrong?" The male, having removed his shoes, walked over to where you were.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." You shook your head as you poured soap into the washing machine and started a cycle. When you straightened up, you saw the worried frown on his face.

"I'm fine, Hwa. Really." You placed a hand on his arm. His cold hand came up to cup your cheek, making you shiver slightly.

"Look at me." He said. You looked up, meeting his eyes. His own dark orbs searched yours, seemingly trying to find out if you were telling the truth or not. You felt him wrap an arm around you to pull you to his body. His body was cold but sturdy, letting you rest your entire weight on him.

"My love..." He stroked the back of your head to soothe you while your forehead rested against his chest. You closed your eyes for a second, savouring his familiar scent and how much it comforted you.

Seonghwa came to your window ledge every night, waiting for you to let him in. After all, that's the rule of vampires. He couldn't come in unless you let him.

"Let's get you to bed, hmm?" The moment he felt you nod against him, you were in his arms as he carried you to bed.

"Rest, my love. You must be tired." He whispered, keeping you protectively in his hold.

Never in his life time did Seonghwa think that he would be here, holding a human like his life depended on it. But when he met you, something blossomed in him, he's never felt it before.

All he wanted to do was to have you, protects you and love you. Was it really love? Seonghwa wouldn't know, he's never experienced it.

It took him a long time to convince you that he seriously loves you and wouldn't hurt you ever, never in a million years. He gave you space, showed you kindness, patience and support. Along the way, he gave you a purpose, even if you knew you would outlive him.

But you were a secret. Seonghwa's coven was the most powerful and he was the second in command. He couldn't be with a human, he knew his enemies would use you against him.

If his coven faced a downfall, it would be his fault. Because he knew, he would give everything up to ensure your safety.

Would his coven hate him? Kick him out? Seonghwa prays that he never finds out.

But just how did you meet?

Seonghwa was being chased by a vampire hunter after saving one of his coven brothers. He wasn't healing well and he thought that was it, the vampire hunter would end his life.

Until you found him. At first, you didn't know he was a vampire so you brought him into your house. When you realised, you nearly ran for the hills but Seonghwa said he was too weak to even hurt you.

"Will drinking my blood help you heal faster?" You winced as you asked, already fearing the repurcussions of your question. Why were you determined to save this vampire? He's probably killed many humans before to take their blood, he probably doesn't deserve to live and you should just let him die.

"Human blood does help my healing abilities." Seonghwa winced in real pain.

"But... How will you know when to stop?" You asked timidly. What if you let him drink from you and he can't stop until he's drained you entirely? You will be responsible for your own death.

"I won't." He admitted. Right, that totally convinced you more.

"Okay, you know what. Just do it." You sighed in defeat. Whatever fate has in store for you, you're resigned to it. What did you have to live for anyway?

"Are you sure? You could die." He touched your cheek. Was dying sending him into a delirium? Usually, Seonghwa wouldn't think twice if a delicious smelling human was offering herself up to him.

But a part him was hesitant. Looking at you, he didn't want to hurt you or worse, kill you.

"I already said yes, Mr Vampire. Stop stalling or you're making me doubt my decision. Just do it, okay?" You frowned. What was with this guy? Aren't vampire blood thirsty and would readily jump a human for a taste of their blood?

"Okay, come closer. And my name is Seonghwa." He hissed in pain.

"Right because I totally want to know my killer's name." You sighed, inching yourself closer to him.

"Do you have to drink from my neck though? It feels... a little intimate..." You squirmed. If Seonghwa wasn't in such agony, he would have found you a peculiar little human with your questions.

"It's better." He said. Wrapping an arm around his waist, you helped him sit up properly on the couch.

"Now, turn your body towards me and drape your legs over my lap." He instructed. You did as you were told, steadying yourself with an arm around his shoulders.

You pursed your lips at the close proximity, feeling your face heat up. Gosh, he was definitely good looking. Great, have a big crush on the thing that might kill you. You consoled yourself that at least if you died, the last thing you'll see is a handsome face.

"Please be gentle?" You let out a nervous laugh. You shivered as you felt his breath on your neck when he leaned in.

"Thank you." Was all he said before you felt a little prick on your neck and you were out like a light.

You woke up a day later, surprisingly alive. There was a bandage on your neck, covering the 2 small holes. That cemented the fact that it wasn't a dream and you really had an encounter with a vampire.

But you didn't expect him to appear at your window two nights later. Not to take your blood but to thank you properly.

He accompanied you that night, telling you more about himself, minus the gory backstories and details, and learning more about you.

As your relationship bloomed, Seonghwa told you that will be the first and last time he ever took blood from you. He was serious about never hurting you again.

"What's going on in there?" Seonghwa felt you lightly tap his forehead. He grasped your hand, kissing your fingertips.

"Thinking about you." He chuckled. You scoffed, you knew he was always thinking about how the two of you met. Well, you didn't blame him, you didn't think you would by lying here with a vampire by your side either. And somehow, that vampire would be the only source of happiness in your life.

"Hwa, can I asked you, how have you... lived... for so long?" You asked.

"Well, I don't exactly have a choice, love." He let out another small laugh of amusement. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just teasing you.

"You know what I mean... At some point, have you wanted to just... give it all up? After all, you've lived through everything." You said.

"Of course, after a few hundred years, humans get a little boring." He shrugged.

"Seonghwa! I'm being serious here." You slapped his chest with a small pout. Seonghwa laughed and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.

"Alright, alright. Let's put it this way, love. If I did give it all up, thinking I've already done everything there is to life, I wouldn't have met you." He looked into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I wouldn't know what love is, what love feels like. I wouldn't know what it's like to love and protect something so much to the point where you'd willing give up everything for." He said softly, bringing you close to press his lips against yours.

"I love you, Hwa." You hugged him.

"I love you too. So, don't give up just yet." He said, resting his cheek against the crown of your head.

"It's tiring. What am I even working so hard for? I work to put myself through university to get a degree, just to go out and work again." You sighed.

"If you'd just let me help, you wouldn't have to work. Could just focus on university." He pointed out. You lifted your head to glare at him.

"Okay, I know. Bad idea, stupid Hwa. I'll shut up now." He said just as you opened your mouth to scold him.

It wasn't a secret that Seonghwa, as a result of his coven, is loaded. Typical, right? He has always offered to support you financially or just loan you the money but you've always declined it.

"You know that I'll never take your money, even if it's just a loan. If I want to do something, it's gotta come from me. I don't take handouts." You chewed on your bottom lip. Seonghwa looked at you fondly, you were such a resilient human. But he hated how you tire yourself out and work yourself to the bone.

"Love, it's not handout. I'm your boyfriend. Not some sponsor or loan shark. I just want to help you, see you less stressed or burnt out." He said.

"I'll be fine. It's just one of those moments... I'll get over it soon." You groaned.

"You're not alone, alright? I'm here now." He said. Sometimes, it hurt to think that Seonghwa will out live you. He says that he'll be with you forever but what about when you're old and frail?

"Thanks, Hwa. I'm glad I have you." You gave him a peck.

You grew up with your grandmother, never knowing what happened to your birth parents. After your grandmother died, you were left alone to fend for yourself.

You spent your entire life just going with the flow. It was mundane but you never really sought to venture out of your ordinary routine, until you met Seonghwa. Now, your routine is still the same with school and work but Seonghwa visits every night.

"Seonghwa, are you sure you can visit every night? Isn't night time when vampires are the most active?" You asked.

"That's tradition but no. As long as I do my tasks, the coven doesn't really question me." Seonghwa replied. Or rather, they wouldn't dare question the second in command.

"You never told me what your special power is." You said.

"What special power? Where are all these questions coming from?" He chuckled.

"On my way home, I passed by the bookstore and saw someone buying a copy of 'Twilight'." You said. Seonghwa let out a loud groan of annoyance while you snickered, he hates that book.

"In the story, they all have an individual power, besides the speed, super strength and healing abilities." You reasoned.

"I've told you countless times, that book is trash. It's so fictional. Vampires may prefer to work at night because it's less exhausting but I don't sparkle like a diamond when I'm in sunlight." Seonghwa rolled his eyes. You remember how he threw away your entire box collection when he saw it.

"Your hate of the Twilight saga aside. Back to the point, do you have a special power? And what is it?" You asked, an excited twinkle in your eye. Seonghwa cast you a flat look.

"It's late. Can you go to sleep? I'll tell you another time, alright?" He rolled his eyes.

"Come on." You whined.

"Love, you have to wake up for class tomorrow." Seonghwa argued. You pouted but sighed in defeat, giving him a dirty look before laying down to go to sleep.

Seonghwa didn't sleep but he still liked to stay with you for as long as he could.

Your question scared him a little. He didn't want you to know that his leader made him the second in command because of how strong his powers are.

When you woke up the next day, you were alone in bed. Seonghwa never stayed the whole night, you were fine with it. Exiting your bathroom, you found the clothes that you put in the wash last night were hung out to dry.

"Thanks, Hwa." You smiled softly and went to wash up to get ready for the day.

"Don't give up just yet."

His words from last night were fresh in your head. Seonghwa has lived for so long and hasn't given up, your years were measly compared to his. Who were you to give up?

"Let's do this." Slinging your book bag over your shoulder, you headed out the door to go to your university.

-

"Hyung? What are you doing out there?" Wooyoung asked from the confines of the house.

"Just thinking..." Seonghwa sighed. Unlike Wooyoung, Seonghwa has been a vampire a lot longer and has grown accustomed to being in the sun for longer periods of time without feeling the exhaustion or sensitivity. Opening his eyes, he turned around and headed into the house, closing the door behind him.

"What's up, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa questioned.

"Hongjoong hyung is looking for you." Wooyoung informed. Seonghwa nodded and headed down to the basement of the house. He knocked on the double doors before entering.

"Hongjoong, you were looking for me?" Seonghwa greeted the coven leader with a bow.

"Yunho said there are more trespassers coming into our area. I think we should increase the patrol with the smaller covens." He said.

"I agree. When you say trespassers, new vampires? Or-"

"Hunters. Some of them don't really trust the peace treaty we have with the humans. They haven't done anything but I don't want them coming too close." Hongjoong sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I understand, I'll let the other covens know." Seonghwa bowed his head.

Although Seonghwa and Hongjoong have known each other and been best friends for hundreds of years, Seonghwa still threaded lightly when it came to treating Hongjoong like a friend more than a leader. To vampires, ranking was important.

"You okay?" Hongjoong tilted his head, genuinely worried.

"Yeah. Just thinking about the hunters. We can protect ourselves, no doubt. But the smaller covens may struggle." Seonghwa lied.

"They'll definitely use the smaller covens to try and get us. But we'll manage. Can you go with San for tonight's stake out? We could use you." Hongjoong asked.

"You know I don't work with the brawn." Seonghwa chuckled, trying to joke with Hongjoong.

"Would you prefer to go with Wooyoung then?" Hongjoong asked, an understanding smile on his face.

Seonghwa knew that Hongjoong really did care for him and his opinion, which he was grateful for. They had supported each other for so long and grew their coven together.

The 8 members were split into 2 groups, the brains and the brawn. Seonghwa and Hongjoong alongside 2 other members; Wooyoung and Yunho, were the brains. The other 4 members were the brawn, utilised more for their brute strength. That's how they worked so well together as a coven.

"Sometimes I wonder, if we'll truly, ever be able to exist peacefully alongside humans." Hongjoong said, going to stand by his window.

"Human's have literature that paint us as the enemy. That's never going to end." Seonghwa shrugged, trying to suppress the smile as he remembered the Twilight conversation with you.

The coven got their blood mainly from blood banks and human suicides now. Last time, it was different.

"I know it doesn't pardon us from what we've done in the past." Hongjoong smiled bitterly.

When vampires were forced to hunt humans a long time ago, it was truly a war. Yes, some members of their coven have hunted before, for survival.

"There are still rogues, Hongjoong. No matter how much we try to stop them and hunt them. New ones pop up." Seonghwa said.

"Mmm, Jongho caught one going after a child two nights ago." Hongjoong sighed. Seonghwa had a grim look on his face. Even when they hunted humans, their coven never went after children.

"I'll go on a stake out with Wooyoung tonight. We'll keep the border clear." Seonghwa said, patting Hongjoong on the shoulder. He knew that Hongjoong had a lot to deal with, a big burden to carry as the leader of such a powerful coven.

"Thanks, Hwa." Hongjoong smiled. Seonghwa bowed his head before leaving the leader's quarters.

Even though their coven tried to maintain the peace with humans, some coven members didn't particularly like humans after their run in with vampire hunters. That's why Seonghwa keeps you a secret.

"Oh, hyung." San smiled when he saw the blonde emerge from the basement.

"Hey, San." Seonghwa's eyes trailed to the scar over the younger's eyebrow. Just one of the scars left by vampire hunters.

"You spoke to Hongjoong hyung?" San blinked.

"Yeah, he updated me on the trespassers and border issues recently. I'll be heading out with Wooyoung tonight to assess and control the situation." Seonghwa informed.

"Okay. I'll see you tonight then." San bowed and went upstairs to his room.

Once Seonghwa was in his own room, he took his phone out to drop you a text, letting you know that he may not come tonight. Even if he did, he'll be late. It did hurt him slightly, Seonghwa didn't want you to think that he put the coven before you. But that's the sacrifice he had to make to keep you a secret.

'Of course, Hwa. I understand, your coven needs you. You shouldn't neglect your duties. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. I'll just see you tomorrow night <3 - (y/n)'

He didn't expect anything less, of course you were understanding and told him to focus on his coven's needs instead.

'I love you. Rest well. - Hwa'

'I love you too. Stay safe, alright? And thanks for handling my laundry for me this morning. - (y/n)'

Smiling to himself, Seonghwa put his phone aside. Since he doesn't sleep, he always got out of bed before you woke up and helped you do your morning chores like laundry and cleaning.

Just to give you one less thing to do in your already busy day.

He entered his bathroom to shower. After his shower, he stared at himself in the mirror.

The coven mark right under his right eye. You didn't know that it was there, another thing Seonghwa hid from you. But no one questioned it, it was normal for him to hide it when he's amongst humans.

Seonghwa knew you would ask him why he got it in such an obvious spot. But he didn't want to lie to you again, the truth was that Hongjoong held him down and forced him to get it when he was on a rampage a long time ago.

At that time, Hongjoong was a ticking time bomb. Questioning everything when his own brother was murdered by a vampire hunter. He wanted Seonghwa to prove his loyalty this way.

"I'm going out to visit to meet our neighbouring covens." Seonghwa said as he came back downstairs.

"Want us to come with?" Yunho offered, looking up from his cereal bowl.

Vampires don't gain nutritional value from human food but they always had some laying around to snack on for fun. Some ate it to reminisce the taste of when they enjoyed it as humans.

"It's alright, I'd rather walk on my own." Seonghwa pulled his hood up and left the house.

Just as he exited the house, a truck pulled up. It was the group that supplied their coven with blood.

"Boys, our supply is here." Seonghwa announced. Yunho and Jongho were there in a few seconds, helping carry the boxes of blood packs into the house. Seeing that everything was in order, Seonghwa grabbed a blood pack from one of the boxes and left to finish his duties for the day.

As he walked, he used his fang to pierce a corner of the bag to drink it. Nothing compared to the taste of your blood, the best that Seonghwa's ever had in his entire life time.

But as soon as the memory entered his head, he shook it away before the temptation hit. He swore he would never take blood from you again.

When he drank from you, he knew he was a goner. For the first time in a long time, he felt himself lose all self control.

That was, until you grew limp against him. The sinking weight of your head and body on his own jolted him out of his blood trance.

It took so much will power to pull away from you. He was scared that he had killed you but when he felt your weak pulse, he was relieved. He sat there for a while with you in his lap as he healed.

Then he carried you to bed, tended to your wound and left for the night.

No, Seonghwa didn't love you because of the taste of your blood. That was a separate thing and he didn't let that desire for your blood cloud his feelings. That's why Seonghwa promised to never take your blood again, even if you did offer it to him to satiate his hunger.

Tossing the now empty blood pack aside, Seonghwa looked at the sky, seeing the dark clouds roll in. He was suddenly hit with a heavy feeling in his chest.

Hopefully everything will be okay.

-

"There's been another mysterious killing. The bodies of 3 men, armed with weapons, have been found viciously mutilated. Police suspect that this could be due to gang activity..."

You looked at the television that was left on while you and your colleague closed up the shop for the day.

"Did you see this, (y/n)?" She gasped. You looked up at the television of the crime scene. Although they were blurred out, the weapons found on the 3 dead bodies made it clear to you that they were vampire hunters. From the looks of it, the vampire or vampires made it out alive.

Seonghwa always told you that vampire hunters carry silver as they can seriously injure vampires. It was one of the only things those vampire fantasy books were accurate about.

"Are you done? We can lock up." She smiled, turning off the television. You nodded and grabbed your bag.

"Get home safe." You wished.

"You too." She giggled and waved to you before you parted ways. As you headed home, you thought about Seonghwa. You didn't see him last night.

'I saw the news about the 3 bodies. They're vampire hunters, aren't they? Are you safe? - (y/n)'

'You're right, my love. Yes, don't worry. It wasn't us, one of the smaller covens but they managed to get away safely. - Hwa'

'That's good, I hope they're okay. I didn't see you last night so I wanted to make sure you were not one of the ones that were fighting the hunters. - (y/n)'

'My love, you're probably the only human that is worried that the vampires are okay, not the humans. And you may not have seen me but I, for sure, saw you. Of course I have to make sure you're safe in bed, even if I'm not there to accompany you. - Hwa'

'You dropped by? - (y/n)'

'For a bit, just to see if you were asleep and safe. - Hwa'

'You should have knocked or woken me up. I would have let you in. - (y/n)'

'You know I would never do that. I would not risk waking you, no matter how much I miss you. - Hwa'

'Unfortunately, I cannot come tonight. With the vampire hunters' attack, my leader needs me to help scout out our area and visit the attacked covens to make sure they're okay. I'm sorry. - Hwa'

'No need to apologise. This is for your safety and the coven's, which is more important. And the attacked covens need all the help and support they can get, I'd rather sacrifice my time with you than to know they're struggling on their own. I'll be fine, I'm headed home now anyway. - (y/n)'

'You're such a peculiar kind human, love. - Hwa'

'I'm going to ignore the fact that you just called me weird and focus on the 'kind' only. - (y/n)'

'Of course, you are very kind, that's why I love you. I love you so much, my love. - Hwa'

'I love you too, Hwa. Please be careful and take care when you're facing those hunters. If you drop by tonight, please wake me up. I'll let you in. - (y/n)'

When you arrived at home, you went straight to take a shower, not bothering to open your windows since Seonghwa wasn't coming.

"Laundry..." You were standing in your kitchen when you heard an ear piercing scream, making you jump.

"What was that?" Your apartment building was small and old, you stay on the top floor, which was the third floor. The scream sounded like it came from your downstairs neighbour. As much as you wanted to see what happened, something in you told you to stay away.

*BANG*

Then a shot rang out through the building. It was almost deafeaning. Quickly, you went to lock your door and grabbed your phone.

"Love? What's wrong?" Seonghwa already knew something was up. You never call him because that would risk his coven brothers finding out about you. For you to do, something was definitely wrong.

"H-Hwa, there's a shooting in my building... I don't know what's going on... Something is wrong, Hwa..." You panted, feeling the fear creep up in your throat.

"Seonghwa hyung?" Yeosang frowned in confusion.

"Love, speak to me." Seonghwa ignore the younger as he felt a chill wash over him. You were in trouble.

"Hwa, I think they're coming." You whimpered. Seonghwa's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. How did the vampire hunters find you?

"Hold on, my love. I'm coming." Seonghwa promised.

"Brothers, I know I have a lot to explain but right now, I need your help. Please." Seonghwa said to his 7 brothers. Hongjoong, at the other end of the meeting table, raised a questioning eyebrow. In the centuries he has known Seonghwa, he has never seen Seonghwa beg so desperately.

*BANG BANG BANG*

There was a pounding on your door. You left your phone on, sliding it under the bed so Seonghwa could hear what was going on. You hid in your room as you heard the main door get busted down.

"Hello?" You heard a gruff voice as a few footsteps entered your house. Your heart was racing.

"There you are." The bedroom door was forced open and you were cornered, facing 5 burly men, armoured and armed.

"W-Who are you?"

"I'm sure you know who we are, sweetheart. Someone in this building is harbouring vampires. And I'm pretty certain that it's you." One of the males smiled at you.

"Vampires? Are you kidding? Vampires aren't real! You busted down my door just for that?" You lied, trying to keep your cool.

"Lying doesn't help your case. If you really don't know what we're talking about, I'm sure your vampire wouldn't mind us sticking around, huh?" The man chuckled. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact.

"A HUMAN?!" San roared, almost stopping in his tracks when he heard Seonghwa tell the group that you're a human.

"Yes, I'm in love with a human. And she needs me right now. I'm the reason she's getting hurt." Seonghwa said as they ran from their home to your house, following Seonghwa's guide.

"Seonghwa-"

"I promise to explain myself later. You can kick me out, banish me, whatever. I just need your help, I need her to be okay. Please, Joong." Seonghwa begged.

"Okay, you owe us that." Hongjoong frowned. He wasn't happy either, feeling betrayal bubble within him.

"Wooyoung, whatever happens. I want you to take her out of there. Make sure she's safe. Please, I trust you." Seonghwa said.

"Alright, hyung. I promise, I'll protect her." Wooyoung agreed, albeit reluctantly. He was here because of Seonghwa. He hated that Seonghwa was reduced to such a state, the one that took him in. But it was what he owed the older, even if this human might be the reason that Seonghwa has to leave the coven.

"Third floor." Seonghwa pointed. Instead of using the window, Seonghwa knew the 8 of them couldn't fit and used the door. Seonghwa stood at the threshold where the door was knocked down.

Seonghwa's eyes turned red as his eyes fell on you, barely conscious, bloodied and bruised, in the hands of the vampire hunter. You were losing consciousness.

"(y/n)!" Seonghwa shouted.

"There you are." The 5 hunters turned to the 8 vampires standing there. You weakly turned your head.

Seonghwa was almost unrecognisable, in a fur hood with a mark beneath his glowing red eyes. You couldn't make the rest out, you guessed they were his coven brothers.

"Love, let me in!" Seonghwa screamed. You looked at how the hunters were aiming their weapons at the 8 vampires. With Seonghwa standing right in front, you didn't want to let him and his brothers in, they could get hurt.

"Love, please! I'm begging you, let me in! PLEASE!" Seonghwa screamed for you, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Let's fight this fair and square." Hongjoong said to the hunters. He exuded so much dominance and power, you automatically knew he was the coven leader.

"Sure. If you can come in." The hunters shrugged and dropped your body to the floor like you were nothing.

"(y/n). If you die now, I'm killing myself right now!" He threatened you.

"Alright... Come in." You breathed painfully. The 8 hooded vampires entered your tiny apartment, bringing their powers with them.

"Seonghwa, don't kill all of them. We need 1 for information." Hongjoong said but Seonghwa couldn't hear anything. All he wanted to do was kill them. But the hunters weren't going to back down.

"Hwa..." You called out but your words came out in a whisper. Your body felt heavy, you couldn't seem to control it.

"Wooyoung, get her out of here." Seonghwa grunted as he dodged a silver bullet. Seonghwa couldn't use his power with you around, he didn't want you to see how he can use his powers on others. You felt yourself get lifted up, meeting the fox-like eyes of one of Seonghwa's coven brothers.

"No... Hwa..." You whimpered.

"Seonghwa hyung will manage. I need to take you to safety. Sleep now." His voice was so calming you slipped into unconsciousness.

"Wake up."

A voice spoke to you, making you open your eyes. You gasped and sat up, finding yourself surrounded by 7 vampires that honestly looked upset with you.

"Human, you've not recovered. But we woke you up because we need you to heal Seonghwa." You remembered his name, Hongjoong, said.

"Don't try anything funny." One of them with an eyebrow scar flashed his fangs at you.

"San, go to your room. You're not needed here." Hongjoong waved the aggressive vampire off, making him storm out of the room. He then turned back to you.

"What happened to Seonghwa?" You asked.

"He was hit bad and we removed the silver but his healing is compromised and slow. He needs fresh blood to heal or he'll die. Considering you're the reason he's in that situation, you should be the one of give him blood." Hongjoong spoke.

"O-Of course." You said. Hongjoong's words cut deep but they held nothing but the truth. You knew his relationship with Seonghwa goes way back, they've known each other forever.

"Mingi, carry her to my room." Hongjoong ordered. A tall male came forward, his face expressionless as he easily lifted you up.

"Hwa!" You nearly leapt out of his arms when you saw the state Seonghwa was in.

"My... love... You're... okay..." Seonghwa smiled weakly as Mingi sat you down in the chair beside Hongjoong's bed. You leaned forward to hold his hand, pressing it against his cheek.

"Thanks to you and your brothers. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, Hwa." You cried against his hand.

"Silly girl... What's there... to be sorry about...? I told you... I'll always p-protect... you..." He winced. You heard Hongjoong clear his throat from behind you, reminding you why you were here in the first place.

"Hwa, you're dying. Drink from me, it's the only way you'll heal properly." You said.

"No." He didn't even hesitate or wait to answer.

"Hwa, please. You're here because of me. You have to!" You sobbed. Now, it was your turn to beg him. Seonghwa swallowed, resting his hand on your head as you cried. He met Hongjoong's eyes, knowing he must be the one that convinced you to do this, telling you that it was your fault that Seonghwa's dying.

"It's not... your fault..." He said.

"I can't let you die, Hwa. You hear me? You cannot die before me. If you don't drink from me, I'll forcefully make you drink from me." You shouted at him.

"You're also recovering... human bodies are fragile... You can't handle me... taking from you..." He told you.

"I may kill you." He looked into your eyes.

"Hongjoong will stop you before you kill me. You can, right?" You turned to Hongjoong, who shrugged but nodded his head. If that will convince Seonghwa to drink from you, he'll agree.

"Please, hyung! You can leave the coven and be with a human, for all I care, but you cannot die." Wooyoung begged.

Suddenly, you grabbed the dagger from the holster of the person closest to you, pointing it at yourself. All the vampires in the room, including Seonghwa was shocked, unsure of what they should do. Seonghwa stared at you with wide eyes.

"My love... What are you... doing? Don't... be rash..." Seonghwa coughed as he didn't have the strength to stop you now.

"Hwa, you begged me to let you in... You said you'll kill yourself if I die. I'll kill myself too if you die." You threatened, bringing the dagger closer to your neck.

"Fine. Just put the dagger down." Seonghwa frowned.

"All those who won't control yourselves, leave now." Hongjoong ordered. A few of them left the room.

"Yeosang, help her up." Hongjoong instructed. You were lifted up again. The best position without Seonghwa having to move much was for you straddle him and lean down.

"You can hug me... I'm... not that... fragile... It's okay to be afraid... But don't be, my love... It's just me, your Hwa... Hmm?" Seonghwa chuckled, weakly reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body was now just laid over his. His own arms moved to drape over your lower back.

"I'm sorry." Seonghwa pressed a light kiss to your cheek. You tilted your head away, presenting your neck to him.

When Seonghwa bit down, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to let any sounds of pain and discomfort out, anything that'll deter him from drinking.

"I love you..." You forced out before your world faded to black.

-

"My love." Seonghwa entered his room. You have been unconscious, laying in Seonghwa's bed, for a week already.

As he feared, Seonghwa took too much from you and needed Hongjoong and Yeosang to tear him away from you and knock him unconscious so he wouldn't kill you.

But even so, the toll was too much on your already injured body so right now, you needed to rest.

"It's been a week. Are you resting well?" He whispered, kissing the back of your hand. You were always warm compared to how cold he was. He smiled softly, reaching over to make sure your hair was not bothering you.

"Take all the time you need, my love. I'll be here." He kissed your forehead. He ignored the sting he felt, he was the reason you were laying there.

After Seonghwa recovered, they sat down to talk. They didn't want to kick Seonghwa out of the coven but some members were uncertain about having a human coexist with them within the same space.

San, Mingi and Yunho were the ones that avoided Seonghwa for now. The decision was left up to them.

And safe to say, Hongjoong still hasn't spoken directly to Seonghwa too. The only time was to tell Seonghwa that no matter the decision, you and he can stay in the house until you have recovered.

"Hyung. Is she okay?" Jongho came in. He was the one with the contact for a doctor that was a vampire, to come check on you.

"Still the same." Seonghwa sighed, his eyes not leaving you.

"What's your plan, hyung?" Jongho asked as he crossed the room and took a seat by the desk that Seonghwa had in the room. It kept a distance between the two of you.

"I don't have the right to ask any of you to live with a human, knowing what some of you have been through with hunters. So I'll do what's best for the coven. But no matter what, I can't leave her. I cannot continue to exist without her." Seonghwa smiled softly as he looked at your peaceful face.

"But she'll die, hyung. Maybe not now but she's human. At some point, she'll die." Jongho stated.

"Then I'll be by her side when the time comes." He said firmly.

"You really love her?" Jongho sat up.

"I thought I experienced everything there is to life, seen all there is to see. But when I met her, everything I experience with her was so new. So yes, I love her more than life." Seonghwa replied.

"You love her so much that you're willing to leave us?" There it was. The stabbing question.

"Jongho, you know this decision isn't easy. I love all of you, you've been my family for so long, especially Hongjoong. But I can't, I can't leave her. I don't want to have to decide between all of you and her."

Not saying another word, Jongho stood up and left the room. Seonghwa moved to lay beside you, carefully moving your body so that you laid on his shoulder and he cradled your body. He buried his face in your hair.

"I'll take care of you forever, my love. As long as you're with me, everything else doesn't matter." He held you to his body.

With how half the coven avoided him, Seonghwa mostly kept to his room. He guarded you, not that he didn't trust his brothers, but he just felt the need to make sure you were safe.

So when you woke up another week, Seonghwa was there. He nearly cried as he showered you in kisses.

"I thought you left me." He said, his forehead pressed to yours.

"I would never." You giggled. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to his chest. When you pulled away, you reached out to touch his cheek, specifically the mark under his eye.

"You've hid this." You said but your voice held no anger. Seonghwa placed his hand on top of yours.

"It happened a long time ago. It's the mark of the coven." He explained with a soft smile. You nodded, rubbing your thumb over it gently. You and Seonghwa shared that moment together in silence, emotionally connecting and healing after everything the two of you have been through together.

"You looked so different when you came to the apartment. When you pulled down your hood and your eyes were glowing red, I've never see them like that before." You said to him.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" He frowned in worry.

"Was I scared? A little. But I knew you would never hurt me." You smiled softly.

"That's right." He kissed your knuckles. Seonghwa seemed to be thinking about something but you didn't point it out, not wanting to pressure him into telling you more.

"Love, I think I should tell you about my power. But I need you to promise me that you won't hide from me. Anything, any doubt, you'll ask me, can you do that?" He spoke gently. You nodded your head.

"The reason I'm second in command... is that I can control and manipulate minds." Seonghwa said.

"What does that mean?" You tilted your head.

"I can control the minds of those around me. I can manipulate them to make them think differently, see differently, act differently without them even knowing. There's no way of stopping me from entering their minds." He revealed.

"So... you can like... make people kill each other...? Take over their minds and control them?"

"Yes, in the worst possible way. I can do anything to them as long as they are within my reach. Humans, especially, are more fragile with their minds so they're easier to manipulate." He explained.

"H-Have you ever..." You didn't even want to ask that, it sounded wrong coming out of your mouth.

"My love, I swear on my life, I have never used my power on you. Not once." Seonghwa shook his head frantically, knowing you would ask.

"Okay, I believe you, Hwa." You nodded with a loving smile.

"But what's going to happen to you, Hwa? Your coven knows about me now. I'm so sorry." That was what you were mainly worried about. Seonghwa lifted you to sit on his lap.

"Hey, nothing for you to apologise for. This is my fault, I'm the reason you were targeted in the first place. I told them to decide if I should stay or go. But no matter what, I'm keeping you with me." He informed.

"Hwa, maybe-"

"I don't even want you to finish that sentence, don't even have such a thought in your head. You should know that I'm never leaving you. If they're fine with me staying, you're staying with me. If they're not comfortable, I'll leave and take you with me." He wrapped his arms around your waist.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Seonghwa hyung, we all need to talk... When you're ready... Downstairs... You may bring her." Yeosang's voice sounded on the other side of the door before you heard his retreating footsteps.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. They won't hurt you, hmm? I won't let them." Seonghwa held your cheeks, planting a kiss on your lips.

"Okay." You whispered. Seonghwa helped you out of bed. He slipped his arm under you to help you down.

All 7 heads whipped around to you the moment you stepped out, your scent filling the whole room. You shrunk back slightly but Seonghwa squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Seonghwa pulled a chair out for you to sit by his side. The other 7 coven members sat at the other end of the table.

This was the first time you were face to face with Seonghwa's coven brothers. You gulped, you felt like your heart was pounding in your ears. You squeezed Seonghwa's hand under the table. Everyone stared at you except Hongjoong, who stared at Seonghwa.

"I'm guessing this is to discuss the coven's decision." Seonghwa broke the silence first.

"Hyung, you can't leave. We need you." Yeosang blurted out.

"Yeosang, you know if I stay, she stays with me. I need you all too. But I also need her." Seonghwa said. You grew conflicted, hearing the coven member's words.

You loved Seonghwa more than life but they needed him. Seonghwa can't leave them, eventually you'll die and he'll be alone. If he stayed with them, they'll accompany him for as long as he lived.

"You sure are self sacrifical, human. Not many humans are like you." Hongjoong spoke, having read your mind.

"What?" Seonghwa frowned.

"She'll die and she doesn't want to leave you alone. She wants you to stay with us. She knows and understands the reality, Hwa. Something you don't seem to get!" Hongjoong slammed his palms down on the table, causing you and the other 6 vampires to flinch. But Seonghwa didn't react.

"When I spoke about coexisting with humans, I didn't mean go out and love one. Betray your family. The ones who have been here." Hongjoong glared.

"Hongjoong, you know I didn't do it to intentionally betray you. Any of you." Seonghwa sighed.

"Can't you turn her?" Wooyoung asked.

"No. Not now... Not yet... It's too soon... I-I can't do that to her. It's too much, all of you should know that." Seonghwa looked all of them in the eye. Seonghwa couldn't just turn you, it wasn't fair to you.

"She saved me when I was saving Mingi from the hunters. She's not like the other humans." Seonghwa revealed.

Mingi flinched at the memory, remembering all the lives lost that night and how Seonghwa sacrificed himself so that Mingi could escape the hunters.

"Give her medal of honour then." San said sarcastically.

"San... I know this isn't fair on any of you. Especially after what many of you have been through with hunters. That's why I left the decision on whether I stay with the coven up to you. The only thing that doesn't change is that (y/n)'s with me." Seonghwa still spoke calmly.

"Enough. I've spoken with all the coven members separately. Many of them have... reservations but left the final decision up to me." Hongjoong told Seonghwa.

"Really?" Seonghwa looked at San, Mingi and Yunho.

"It's too big a decision. Hongjoong hyung has been the leader for centuries, we trust his decision. Even if it's not favourable." Yunho said.

For a few seconds, the room fell into silence again as they waited for Hongjoong to speak again. You swear you were going to pass out from this. You felt like time had just stopped.

How would you live with yourself if you were the reason Seonghwa leaves his coven or that it gets broken up?

"Hwa, I-" You were about to pull your hand away from Seonghwa's but he just gripped it tighter. No, he wasn't going to let you go.

"Seonghwa, you've been with me the longest, even before we had this coven. And we've been through a lot together, everything. And yet, I've never seen you more concerned, to the point where you'll beg us, over anything... I'd never expect it to be a over a human." Hongjoong said.

"I know you're loyal, Seonghwa. You've proven it time and time again. I know you wouldn't put us in danger." Hongjoong continued. Seonghwa reached up to touch the coven mark under his eye.

"This will be like a probation period. You and her can both stay. But she'll stay in the guest house, not here." Hongjoong said.

"That's fair." Seonghwa replied. Hongjoong stood up and the other 6 vampires moved to give their leader space. Casting you one last side glance, Hongjoong walked away.

"Come. You should rest more." Seonghwa turned to you.

"I-I..." You stuttered, not sure what to say or how to react. Yunho led San out of there.

"Sleep."

Soon, you fell against Seonghwa's chest. Seonghwa's eyes widened as he turned to Wooyoung, the other mind controller in the group. Although, not as powerful as Seonghwa. Hongjoong wasn't a mind controller but one of his powers let him read minds.

"I'm sorry, hyung. She's been anxious and stressed the entire time. It was deafening." Wooyoung apologised. Surprisingly, with the help of Jongho, Seonghwa was able to move your body to lift you.

"Thank you, Wooyoung. But please don't do that again." Seonghwa brought you up to the room.

"Hyung." Mingi stopped Seonghwa in his tracks.

"You really love her that much?" Mingi asked, the strain in his voice indicated how hard it was for him to ask that. A part of him in denial.

"I do." The older replied and continued his way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Soon, he'll have to prepare to move to the guesthouse behind their main house.

But for now, Seonghwa didn't want to think about what your future would be, what happens after Hongjoong's 'probation period'. He's just content that he still has you and can protect you properly. Hopefully, his coven will soon be more accepting of you, that they'll see how different you are from the other humans.

And you'll be able to be together for the rest of your mortal life.

~

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you decide you don't want to end your friendship because of a casual fuck. he agrees. just why is he then eye-fucking you across the room and bumping into you accidentally? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!seonghwa, bestfriend!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: hair pulling, dacryphilia, public sex, cream pie, ddlg, public oral (female receiving), voyeurism, breathplay/choking, hickeys, bruising

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mr park: forgive me for doing it this way, but i would like to cancel the date. it is not the brightest idea, i was carried away by the emotions at the moment. let us close this chapter, as fun as it was. i am not looking for further interactions such as the ones we had, and i am most certainly not looking for a relationship. sorry for giving you the wrong idea. take care.

your heart drops. hidden by the curtain in the changing room, you allow yourself to sit down and drop a few tears. fuck, you were having such a good time. such a handsome, skilled, jaw dropping gorgeous man, just slipped from your grip, and there's nothing you can do about it. you crave his existence, you wish to look at him and touch him day and night. as creepy as it sounds.

the sixth dress you've tried on for the dance is already is itchy against your skin, and you sigh. the bright green isn't flattering on you at all. your friend has already picked the dress, lucky her. your budget wasn't exactly big, so finding something pretty and inside the budget was hard.

"oh, hi dad."

you freeze.

"hello, love."

even his voice is pure honey.

"how is the shopping going?"

"well, i bought mine. i'm just waiting for my bestie to finish trying on."

park seonghwa stays silent. the realization of you being here near him just moments after him ditching you put him in an awkward situation.

"hey, you good in there?" she calls, putting her head between the curtains.

"yup. i'll be right out." you stop to think, making your friend raise her eyebrow questionably. "actually, you go with your dad. i'll check a few more of those sale dresses and head home."

"sale dresses? but the blue one looked like a dream on you! you're still thinking?"

"it's a tad bit out of my budget." you confess, already annoyed at her lack of understanding that you are just not as wealthy as she is.

"oh, why didn't you say so? dad!"

"what the fuck are you doing?!"

"dad, can i get this dress for her? i know you made me block my card because i went crazy at prada yesterday, but i could really use it right now."

hearing her casually mention prada like it was mcdonalds made you a little irritated.

"no, honey. sorry. it's not a really good idea."

"but, but, you didn't even hear the price yet-"

"it doesn't matter. no more spending for this month. be happy i let you get your own dress. you have hundreds at home that are just piling up at the bottom of the closet."

"aren't we, like, super rich? what's another thousand euros for you?"

you are way too embarrassed to leave the changing room, so you stay inside in hopes they'll forget about you and just leave. you glance at the expensive dress that hangs on the wall. it's a pretty royal blue, with a thin sparkly belt on the waist and sparkly straps. it's a minimum, but makes the dress stand out.

"no, i am super rich. you are not exactly. come on, now. get your bags and get into the car. ask your friend if she wants a ride."

"uh, no." your voice is raspy, and you clear your throat. "no, thank you. i am fine."

"very well. let's go then."

you hear paper bags shuffling, then quick footsteps and the doors opening.

"sorry about my dick dad. i don't know what has gotten into him." your friend apologizes.

"you have nothing to apologize for. i didn't even expect him to do something like that, are you out of your mind?"

"oh, what's another thousand for him? he probably made a few just while having that conversation with me. he's just being an asshole."

"car. now."

your squeeze your thighs together, the stern voice coming from the man doing wonders inside your stomach.

"ugh, i'm coming!" the girl stomps after him, leaving you alone in silence.

the green dress it is then.

the day is long and exhausting. considering that you arrived to the shop with the help of your friend's chauffeur, coming back home on foot was one hell of a task. you felt like the paper bag was carrying you, instead of you carrying it. your feet burn from the walking, and you can't wait to wash the sweat and humiliation off of you. you went from a thousand euro royal dream to a fifty euro eco trash bag. at least you have that dollar store green eye shadow you can use with it. how funny.

hot water drips down your body, fogging up the glass and trapping you in your little imagination bubble. your clit is begging for attention, reminding you of all the ways park seonghwa has touched you. his fingers skillfully rub your tense bud in ways that have you wondering if any of it is real. before you know it, you're clawing at the wet tiles as your other hand tries to desperately find the good spot inside of you. he finds so easily, why can't you? your fingers can't be much shorter than his.

half an hour of chasing an orgasm later, you give up. you've spent enough water, and your parents are going to kill you when they see the bill at the end of the month. it's all park seonghwa's fault. you can just mail him the bill and demand to pay. if you weren't so busy touching yourself to the thoughts of him, that wouldn't have happened.

defeated, you exit your room, somehow feeling more tired. you stop in your tracks. a black box sits on your bed, a yellow circle logo proudly shining on it.

"what the fuck?"

you reach for the box, touching the letters underneath the symbol. you don't open it yet, just in case this belongs to someone else.

"mom?!"

"yes?!"

"what is a versace doing in my room?"

"ah, your friend's chauffeur brought it over. said it was exclusively for you! bastard wouldn't let me peek."

that's all it takes for you to dive into the box like it was a new spicy book delivery. you make sure to leave the box intact, not wanting to rip something from such a luxury brand. a blood red gown sits in your hands, plush-like fabric melting down your fingers. it feels so luxurious, and expensive. it looks like something out of met gala, like it was ripped off of blake lively and given to you.

your phone pings, interrupting you from your little daydream session.

mr park: i think the blue is too calm for you. you need something fierce for a change. sorry if i overstepped. i just saw it when driving home and had to go back for it. not a word to my daughter.

you really didn't have to, sir.

mr park: i wanted to. you'll look lovely in it. and, please, have mercy and don't look at me tonight. i am a weak man.

your breath hitches. god, is he serious? just how fierce was this dress?

before you can examine it any further, the doors of your room opens, the familiar girl barging in with her little travel bag full of makeup and hair gadgets.

"whoa, slow down."

"no slowing, there's only three hours left until dad sends the chauffeur for us. god, what is that?"

"oh, it's uh-"

"vintage versace?! oh. my. god." she immediatelly pulls it out of the box, letting the empty carton fall on the floor carelessly.

"it's my moms, she dug it out after i came back home," you lie.

"i knew your mom is so cool."

park seonghwa really meant fierce when he said it. the red dress hugs your body like it was sewn on you, the leg slit high but hidden among the ruffles of the thick quality fabric. it is a corset dress, with offshoulder straps and a low cut. you don't feel exposed though. you feel like a queen.

"this fake ruby will go so good with that dress, trust me."

"oh, thank fuck, i thought it was real," you scoff, taking the big stone necklace and putting it on.

"why? think i can't afford it?"

"oh, no, no. apologies. you can totally afford a real ruby, miss." you joke, then glance at the clock.

just in time, a car pulls up to the entrance, the driver exiting to open the doors so they're ready for the two of you.

"shit, this is it. we're gonna get so wasted."

"isn't your dad gonna be there?"

"oh, he's not going to notice me when the headmaster gets him. poor woman is convinced that my dad wants her. some people just fail to realize that he just doesn't have the time for that. nor the will."

you feel like the sentence is targeting a little, but she doesn't spare you a glance as she sits in the car. the drive there is quiet, the clicking of her nails against the phone screen being the only noise in the small space. you glance at the small mirror of your hairbrush, checking your make-up again. you are feeling a little self-conscious, having never worn make-up this bold before. a winged eyeliner, heavy highlighter on your cheeks and inner eye corner, and a blood red lipstick. it's just a dance, wasn't this a little too formal?

one of your worst fears starts creeping into you, opening the doors of bottomless overthinking and migraines. what if you arrive overdressed, and everyone there is dressed in cute floral patterns and light spring dresses? while you are here looking like you've been dressed by donatella herself. and to think that park seonghwa saw the dress in the window of a store while just driving past it, and then went all the way back to get it and deliver it just for you, makes your stomach feel like fireworks.

to your relief, as you arrive in front of the building, you see that everyone else is equally extravagantly dressed. the dance wasn't at the college, but a place that park seonghwa himself has picked. it is a mansion just outside the city, with beautiful rose bushes, a stone path through the grass, and balconies to die for. it's like he knew how to make you stay longer than you planned on this dance.

"joshua!" you greet your partner as you enter the spacious room, surprised at the big change in his appearance.

"wow, don't you look luxurious. am i allowed to stand next to you?"

you playfully hit his shoulder, blushing at the comment. he turns to your friend, making small talk with her. you use the chance to glance around the room, in hopes of seeing the man of your dreams soon. you do not spot him, but you do spot a very familiar man. a man whose face you've seen on screen, and who has seen much more than your face on mr park's screen. your face instantly goes red, and your blood is boiling. you suddenly feel naked under his gaze, but he erases that feeling by smiling sweetly your way, and waving at you as a greeting. a complete opposite of that day.

"dad isn't answering my texts. i'm just gonna go find him to let him know i'm here."

you nod, then turn your attention back to joshua. to your surprise, he has left somewhere too, you just failed to acknowledge it. you are left alone among people who are already dancing, and you feel a little bored. with the dress in hand, so that you don't trip and make a fool of yourself already, you make your way towards one of the tables that stood near the walls.

you halt your steps, suddenly coming face to face with the man who had you wrapped around his finger. you don't mind. he fails to stop in time, accidentally bumping into you and almost making you fall back. his hands are quick to grab your waist, restoring your balance again. he doesn't immediately remove his hands. you don't mind that either.

"oh, mr park."

he doesn't speak. he takes a moment to look you up and down, and you do the same. he wears a white dress blouse, and his usual black slacks. the blouse is a little see-through, and you are taking in as much as you can while he busies himself staring at you.

"sir?" you call, suddenly remembering that your friend is searching for him, and that he has not yet removed his hands from you.

"god, you look ravishing." he groans.

"sir, your daughter might be-"

"i thought i had it under control. but now that you are here..." he trails, eyes dropping on your red lips. "i wish i could just-"

"seonghwa?"

the man turns around, and your waist suddenly feels cold and empty.

"dad?" another voice calls now behind you.

"sweetie?"

"mom?!"

you are shocked by the sight. a gorgeous woman, age similar to mr park, stands in front of the two of you. luscious locks fall over her shoulders and chest, and the royal blue dress you almost bought is overshadowing yours. it looks so much better on her.

"what the hell are you doing here?" mr park is calm, despite his harsh words.

"i am here to see my daughter. and talk to you."

"there's nothing left to talk about. i'm sure your husband would mind, anyway."

"seonghwa, please."

"dad, please." your friend begs, taking his hand and giving him her best big eyes.

he isn't a fool to fall for that. but he leaves with the woman anyway, because he knows just how stubborn they both are. the once married couple makes their way upstairs, and you can't help but stare until they disappear.

"it's rude to stare." your friend says, annoyed.

"oh, sorry. i must've zoned out."

"no, you didn't. you were staring at my dad."

you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at her confused. she rolls her eyes, then folds her arms across her chest.

"i'm not stupid. you think i didn't see how you threw yourself on him just a few minutes ago? acting like you're going to fall and shit, just so he could-"

"i swear it's not-"

"oh, shut the fuck up. putting your boobs out like that in that dress. is that even your dress? did your broke ass steal it?"

you are shocked by her sudden change in behaviour. you knew she had a problem with what happened between her father and you, but why did she decide to bring it up tonight? you have brought it up before, she assured you it is alright, and now that you really did not do anything, she is acting worse than before.

"it's not zara, bitch. it's versace. where the fuck did you get it? is it from me? because i can't keep track of all of my clothes, you thought you could just take it?"

you are grateful for the loud music, muting out her yelling. you see red. you know you are at wrong, but she picked the worst time to confront you. besides, it's not like you didn't talk about it at all. you thought it was all solved. guess not.

"your dad bought it for me." you spit out.

"what?"

"he thought i'd look hot in it." you press further.

"shut up."

"in fact, he just admitted that he wants to fuck me in it tonight."

"you're fucking delusional. he is getting back together with mom, don't you see? stop embarrassing yourself."

"you're telling me that your father would take back a cheater?"

her jaw drops. she knows it's true, but she has never heard you speak so freely. and she does not like that.

her hand reaches towards your hair, pulling at it, while the other one grabs a sleeve of your dress.

"stupid whore!" she curses, yanking at the necklace around your neck.

by now, people are starting to turn heads, slowly taking out their phones and recording.

"you are a shit friend, you know that? i've given you everything, and you go behind my back to fuck my dad? not once, but twice?"

"the fuck is your problem, i thought we solved this, you lunatic?!"

it gets on your nerves that you are taking this now that you really are innocent. you fight back, pushing her away from you and accidentally stepping on her dress, ripping it. everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths but phones still up in the air.

"you-" she breathes heavily, face red with rage. "you- you absolute slut! you whore!" she screams.

"that's enough." someone says next to you, before standing in between. "get up, you are making a fool of yourself. your drunk outbursts are hurting an innocent person."

"mr kim-" you start, ready to defend yourself.

"i'm not-!"

"come on," kim hongjoong helps the girl up, keeping her in a tight grip and guiding her outside the mansion. "phones away, everyone. show's over."

in the corner of your eye, you see park seonghwa rushing downstairs, followed by a woman in tears. by now, everyone went back to dancing, assuming that the girl was simply drunk and didn't know what she was saying. you are forever grateful to mr kim.

"what happened?" seonghwa grabs your shoulders, eyes skimming the ripped sleeve of the dress.

"your daughter happened." you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep tears from falling.

"oh, love, i'm so sorry."

"well, i kinda earned it."

mr park looks at you confused. you sigh, then slowly start walking towards one of the empty tables so that the dance floor can free up.

"she was saying some things and i intentionally pissed her off." you explain.

"what did she say?"

"that i intentionally threw myself on you, that i'm exposing my cleavage for you, and you know, that sort of stuff."

you cannot look him in the eyes. his gaze is too intense. his eyebrows are scrunched as he looks at you, and you aren't sure if he is mad with you or his daughter.

"and what did you say?"

you stay silent. you cannot fall any lower in his eyes. instead, you pour yourself a glass of wine, taking small sips of it. you absolutely hate alcohol, but in an awkward situation like this, you'll gladly drink the whole bottle if it means it'll get you out of the subject.

"do you wish to talk somewhere more private?" seonghwa suggests, making you choke back on the liquid.

"how private?" you ask before you can think.

the man chuckles, then offers his hand for you to take. you look around, making sure that the two women aren't around to see. mr kim has probably busied himself with taking care of mr park's daughter, and his ex must've left. she seemed pretty upset. you hate that the sight of her upset makes you happy.

park seonghwa leads you upstairs, much like his ex wife a few moments ago. he passes by a few doors in the hallway, until finally opening one. the interior is similar to the one in his library, only with a much bigger book selection. but he doesn't let you examine too much. he leads you to the balcony, which reminds you of the one from romeo and juliet. it looks like something from an old castle abandoned in the woods, with vines growing all over the old broken stone. the manor is surrounded by a light forest, just a few minutes away from the city, but the view from the balcony makes it seem like it is in the middle of a fantasy field. there is no light pollution, therefore you are able to see millions of shiny dots up in the sky. before you can keep gazing, mr park rests his hands on your waist, turning you around so that your back rests against the stone fence.

"sir?" you ask, hoping he would say something that you'll have an answer to.

"i was right. red is your colour."

his finger brushes over your red lips, then continues down your jawline, the neck bones, and to the cutout of the dress. he caresses the skin above the material, mere millimeters away. you are shivering, despite the pleasant weather tonight. you look into his eyes, bite down your lip when you see how focused he is in his moves.

"now that it's ripped off anyway, i'd love nothing more than to shred it to bits, just to see you again."

"but, you said-" you try reminding him of his message. he is very confusing to you.

"i know what i said. i can't help it." he steps closer to you, face inches away from yours. "i dream of devouring you in this dress."

his hand takes the wine glass from yours, lips pressing against it to take a sip. he looks deep into your eyes while he does so, faint glint getting you more riled up. you feel yourself dripping through the thin material of the thin lace thongs you wore, and it feels like he can feel it too somehow.

the glass is set on the fence now, a safe distance from both of you. you think he will finally speak again, but the man has other plans. his main plan seems to make you fall into his arms tonight, and it is working. his hands cup your face, and he presses his lips against yours. your hands are gripping the cold stone, not knowing what to do from the sudden explosion of emotions. carefully, park seonghwa pours the wine from his mouth into yours, sensually kissing you along the way.

aside from it being the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to you, you are also happy that you didn't spill any of it. you swallow, and when you try to move away to catch a breath, he only deepens the kiss, your face still in his palms. he tugs on your lips, biting them gently, sucking them, swiping his tongue along them, with a satisfying rhythm. you can't help but whine into his mouth, a certain part of you wishing for more friction.

"all you have to do is say the words, doll." he says, voice deep and almost a whisper.

"what words?" you ask, stupidly.

"any words. anything that will give me a green light." he answers, eyes searching yours for any kind of signal.

you think, for a short time that to seonghwa seemed like years.

"take me. here. on this balcony."

seonghwa groans, and leans in again to give attention to your lips. his hands roam your body, mainly focusing on your waist and thighs. he grabs your flesh through the fabric, squeezing it with desire as his tongue hungrily chases yours, not getting enough of it no matter how much he gets.

he pulls away too fast for your liking, and before you can whine again, he drops down on his knees. his perfectly polished shoes are forgotten as they suffer scratches from the floor, and his perfectly ironed black pants will soon meet a similar fate.

"hold this for me, pretty?" he asks, handing you the bottom of your dress.

you are caught off by the sudden situation, yet your body responds immediately and takes the fabric from him. you can barely see him from the red ruffles, but you can definitely feel the hot wet muscle licking through the thin lace of your underwear. you sigh, your head falling back at the hot sensation on your clit.

"don't hold back, please. i want to hear you."

you feel uneasy, but the moment he pushes your panties aside and attaches his lips to your core, you do not care. you whine, breathe heavily, moan, pull at his hair in ecstasy. you love the thrill of knowing that anyone could walk in and the first thing they'd see is the two of you doing sinful things in the moonlight. bet they'd love the sight, too.

"fuck, sir-" you gasp, feeling him sucking on your sensitive bud.

"fuck, i love it when you call me sir. call me more names, darling, i beg you."

"m-make me," you choke out, feeling his finger sliding between your walls.

he scoffs, playfully tugging on your covered nipple as he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. he does it slowly, making sure to brush against the sensitive spot but not give it complete attention. just enough to keep you on the edge.

"oh, i'll make you. don't you worry." he promises.

his hands grab your thighs, almost raising your body from the ground, so that he could eat you out properly. you have the urge to close your legs, but his hands are firm and keep them open. you shake against his restless tongue, hoping to release soon.

"mr. park- please- please-" you beg, choking back tears.

you do not know why you tear up in sexual situations with him. from the pleasure? from the pain of edging? from knowing that this might be the last time you're doing it?

as soon as he hears your voice shaking, mr park stands up, making sure that it really is what he thinks it is. without a word, he kisses you again, lips wet with your arousal. he keeps fingering you, knuckles disappearing between your folds and deliciously preparing you for him.

"turn around for me, little girl."

his words shoot arrows to your core, and it takes a lot of strength in you to do as he says. his fingers find their place right under your jaw, softly pressing into your neck and making it difficult for you to stay sober. he releases every now and then, just enough to let you breathe properly. his other hand moves the back of your dress, giving it to you to hold onto, and then raises your leg so that it rests on the fence. you are now standing on one leg, wet core completely exposed to the cool night air and him.

"good girl," he praises, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "so flexible for me."

you hear a zipper, then clothes ruffling. you breathe out when you feel something smooth and hot rubbing up and down your folds, not yet entering. your head drops from the dizziness of his playful choking, and your eyes widen when you finally see the rest of the view from the balcony.

down there, in the garden behind the manor, there are three benches and a fountain. and on one of the benches, his ex wife. she seems to notice you at the same time you notice her, judging by her sudden jaw drop and widened eyes. you don't get to warn him, as you are interrupted by your own gasp caused by his hot muscle pushing inside your tights walls. he wastes no time in thrusting into you, quickly catching a rhythm while simultaneously pulling your hair with his other hand. at this point, it is more you thrusting back into him than he is thrusting forwards into you. you need his every inch, no matter how fucked up the situation at the moment is.

you can't help it, you look at the poor woman in the eyes, moaning as her ex husband is tearing you apart on the balcony of their once shared holiday manor.

"louder," he growls, speeding up his movements.

and you do it. you moan, louder, not on purpose, but because it really feels that good.

"fuck, your cunt is made for me."

"da-daddy-" you test the grounds, and he halts his movements.

shit, you fucked up.

"what?" he says, out of breath.

"nothing-" you gasp, his fingers pressing into your neck, "daddy, i said daddy-"

you are interrupted by a moan again, as he begins thrusting harder. the woman is on the verge of tears, and even though you feel a little bad, the feeling of her husband's cock filling you up feels too good. you also remember the reason they parted. she did the same with another man. you allow yourself a moment of braveness, already having said goodbye to the friendship with their daughter.

you smile down at the woman, then reach behind to grab mr park's hair. you moan, loud and clear, more for her to hear. the man groans, burying his head into your shoulder and biting down, making you gasp and close your eyes in pain. his hand rests on your lower back, making you arch it just a bit more so he can finally hit the spot you both need.

you open your eyes, only to find her still standing there in disbelief and shock. she is disgusted with you, and heartbroken by him. and you do not care.

"mr. park, you're too big for me-" you choke out.

he slows his movements, then raises his head from your shoulder. he admires the bruise he has created for a moment, then follows your gaze down to the benches. upon seeing his ex wife, you expect him to stop. but he only does so for a moment, before yanking down the fabric on your chest and exposing your breasts. he continues diving into you, softly panting into your ear and driving you insane.

the woman seems too stunned to even move. it is clear she is not enjoying it, she isn't a voyeour.

"you're taking me so well, doll. you should see how abused your pretty pussy looks, begging me to cum all over it and inside it." he growls, then grabs your jaw so that he can look at you.

his eyebrows are scrunched, focused on the approaching orgasm.

"moan for me more, baby, please. you sound majestic."

unable to hold back, you moan into his mouth, hips thrusting back in a desperate attempt to reach the orgasm. it is building up inside of you for so long, threatening to overflow any moment now. but he has complete control over the rhythm, and the moment you start moving too, he chokes you just a little harder.

"sir, please, sir, let me cum- i want to cum on your dick so, so bad," you say everything that is on your mind. he enjoys seeing you vulnerable in his hands, and slows down the pace just to hear you some more.

"you want to cream on daddy's cock, little girl? you want me to fill you up all the way, to have you walk with my cum inside your abused little hole the entire night? have my daughter apologize to you as you desperately try to keep my seed from spilling down your legs?"

"mr park-"

"yes, angel."

"sir-"

"just a bit more, doll."

"seonghwa-" you scream, and he is quick to press his lips on yours to calm you down.

feeling your walls squeeze from the waves of the orgasm, you take him over the edge, his seed painting your walls and making it easier for him to ride his own orgasm out. your body shakes from the intense pleasure, and from the sudden rush of cold air on your bare arms. mr park is quick to release your neck, and wrap his arms around you and press your body against his chest. he kisses you sweetly, simultaneously rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm you up. his cock twitches inside of you, and he is still slowly thrusting in and out, riding out the rest of the orgasm.

you breathe heavily into his mouth, legs going limp and threatening to become numb any second. he finally helps you set your leg down, and slowly pulls out of you. hot seed spills out of your hole and down your leg, and you are scared that it will stain the dress.

"do you trust me?"

"huh?"

"do you trust me?" he repeats himself, guiding you so that your body is facing him again.

"well, yes, i- oh!"

he picks you up by your waist, so that you can sit on the stone fence. it is wide enough for you to sit comfortably, but if you could choose not to, you would. his hands are holding you firmly, and his eyes tell you he isn't letting go.

"this dress looks gorgeous on you, but it is in my way the whole evening," he huffs, flipping the dress once more.

"no, i'm too sensitive-" you try to stop him, but he hushes you.

"trust. me."

he doesn't touch your clit. he doesn't try to finger you. instead, he collects the white streak that has started the journey down your thigh, pushing it back into your hole. you feel yourself becoming wet again, horny and angry butterflies raving in your stomach. he uses his two fingers to gently push all of his seed inside you again, and he looks up at you with deadly eyes. you recognize the lust once again, and you almost moan at the sight. "now, let's go find my daughter to get your apology." “no!” you protest, panic swallowing you.

“relax. she will say no, I will be mad at her, and she will then ask to go with her mother.”

you try to follow, but you can’t. why is he so careless about his daughter choosing his ex wife over him? he seems to realise your confusion, and laughs fondly.

“that way, nothing can stop us doing this any time and anywhere. and, I can finally make that dinner reservation at the new restaurant. been dying to try it with you.”

“but, I don’t have any money. I cannot pay my share.”

park seonghwa chuckles, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. you feel all fuzzy and warm, feet swinging under the dress from the simple act.

“I’ll gladly be your sugar daddy. just the more romantic and relationship type of sugar daddy.”

oh.

“what do you say?”

“I say your cum is ready to be washed out so I better go fetch my apology.”

“good girl.”

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[gummygowon]

bingo | park seonghwa

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst + fluff, single dad!seonghwa x reader

warnings: brief mention of hwa's ex partner not being in their daughter's life

author's note: after seeing seonghwa on that one show with kids i literally cannot get dad!teez out of my head

it's been almost a month? since you've started going out with seonghwa. he was a great guy, a little older than you and was always a gentleman to you, what more could you ask for? at this point, you were waiting for seonghwa to make it official but there was just something that was holding him back. you didn't know what it was but you trusted that with time he'll tell you.

tonight, was another date night and even after all these days you still got nervous before each one. it was no different when you arrived at seonghwa's house fiddling with the hem of your cardigan.

hesitantly, you knocked on the door to reveal a disheveled looking seonghwa. his usually slicked back hair wasn't done and a few buttons on his shirt were open.

"hi," seonghwa breathes out, a tired smile on his face.

"are you okay, hwa?" you ask almost instantly, concern taking over before you notice a tiny figure waddling up behind him. big doe eyes looking up at you from behind his legs, "oh hello!"

"yeojin, go into your room really quickly. appa will be there in a second." seonghwa softly asks, the exhaustion evident in his voice. "come in, i'm so sorry. just give me a minute, things have been...chaotic."

"oh no worries." you respond empathetically, taking note of how many toys and coloring books were scattered all over the place. so he has a child? is he divorced?

before too many questions popped into your mind, seonghwa immediately began talking as he began to pick up the scattered toys. "i'm so sorry about the mess. i had to stay at the office a little longer and then i picked up yeojin late and i just haven't had time to clean up and then our babysitter canceled last minute and now-"

"hey, hey," you interrupt before seonghwa combusts from being overwhelmed. to ease the burden, you also begin to pick up the toys around the living room after you placed a hand on his back. "it's okay. don't worry about it. there's always tomorrow seonghwa."

"i know, i know but-wait. you're not mad or disgusted?" the man stops in his tracks looking at you perplexed.

"i'm a little surprised if i'm being honest. i know taking care of a child is hard and by yourself i assume is even harder. your kid is more important than anything in the world, missing one date won't kill me hwa."

seonghwa was standing still, not a sound coming out his mouth which was beginning to freak you out. did you say the wrong thing? is seonghwa yeojin's dad or? "seonghwa?"

"sorry, i'm just a little shocked. not a lot of people are very happy when they find out they've been going out with a single dad." seonghwa lightly jokes trying to ease the tension in the air. "thank you though. it means a lot. really."

"of course," you smile at him.

a door opens to reveal a tiny yeojin peeking out from what you presumed to be her room.

"hey bubba, what's up." seonghwa asks, his voice becoming much softer.

she doesn't say much but instead pads over to the coffee table and attaches herself to her dad. "can we draw?"

"of course bubs. let appa go get the markers."

"i can get them." you say faster than seonghwa gets up to which he directs you over to one of the drawers in the living room.

upon your arrival, seonghwa has a bluey coloring book out for yeojin. crutching down to reach the table, you gasp softly at the blue dog. "is that bluey?"

yeojin nods her head shyly, a small smile appearing on her face as seonghwa looks up at you in surprise.

"ahh, i love bluey! who's your favorite character?" you ask watching yeojin point to the smaller, light colored dog.

"bingo?" yeojin nods again, her smile growing even bigger. "no way, i like her too!"

seonghwa watched the two of you converse in awe and he swears he couldn't have fallen more in love with you. it was always a gamble bringing up the fact that he had a kid to his dates and lately he's been ghosted more times than he can count. maybe that's why seonghwa took so long to talk about yeojin. although, he would never admit it, you had him wrapped your finger and he was scared to lose you.

so far though, you were taking his little "surprise" or "fun fact" about him better than he thought you would. still, he was worried what you would say when yeojin left the room. would you be mad at him? dump him on the spot? ghost him after tonight? he's never had one of his flings (?) ever meet yeojin because they all left at the mention of a kid. to say seonghwa was terrified of your reaction was a massive understatement.

"seonghwa?" you ask, pulling the dad out of his thoughts. "yeojin wants to watch bluey."

"right." he answers, gently removing yeojin from his lap as he goes to scrounge for the remote in his unusually disorganized apartment.

while seonghwa looks for the remote, you continue to converse with yeojin about bluey which was the show you ironically watched during dinner time. hey, there's actually plot and messages in the show okay?

by the time seonghwa returned, the two of you were in a deep conversation about some episode regarding bingo and bluey playing pretend with their grandad. almost immediately, yeojin eye's become glued to the screen as soon her dad puts on the kid's show leaving you and seonghwa to talk amongst each other.

"so, you know bluey?" seonghwa asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

an embarrassed laugh slips past your lips, "uh yeah, sounds silly but i watch it as background noise, you know?"

"i'm not judging," he pauses, "just surprised."

"yeah, i like the accents." you say in a panic causing seonghwa to smile, "so, um i don't mean to pry but i assume yeojin's yours?"

the smile slowly fades on his face as seonghwa feels the guilt build in his stomach. "yeah, her, uh mom isn't in the picture anymore."

"oh, i'm so sorry to hear that."

"it's fine now, it's better without her." seonghwa looks down at his hands trying to distract himself from the thoughts about the past.

"oh."

there was a beat of silence where the both of you didn't dare to look at each other, too afraid to make things weird. only the faint conversations of the tv and the sounds of the marker on paper were heard.

"look, i'm really sorry for dumping all this on you." seonghwa gestures to an oblivious yeojin. "i know you probably weren't expecting a child tonight or any of this really. i completely understand if you don't want to talk again or you need space. whatever you want, i'll do."

"it's okay,"

"i-you're not mad?" seonghwa asks in shock.

"i mean i'm not mad. i understand not bringing up a daughter on the first date. but i'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me sooner." you confess.

"i didn't want to lose you."

"seonghwa-"

"i was trying to plan the perfect time to talk about yeojin but i just got so swamped with everything that time slipped through my fingers and you had to find out in such a shitty way."

your eyes dart towards a sleepy yeojin on seonghwa's lap at the curse word. even he jumps a little at his realization and then calms down when he realized that his baby girl was almost knocked out in his lap.

"would you have told me before we made things official?" you ask, testing the waters about how serious you could go tonight with the questions.

"yes. most definitely yes. i couldn't just ask you to be my partner and then surprise you that i have a whole child that i've been hiding from you."

interesting. so was he going to tell you about yeojin soon? was he going to make things official?

seonghwa could see the gears turning in your head at his words. "it sounds hypocritical now but trust me i really wanted you two to meet. i just-i really like you y/n."

you go quiet. processing everything he was saying. from what he was saying there was a very very high chance he wants you to be his like officially his but even if he actually wanted to make things official, he has a whole child. a child without a mother. were you really ready to take on the responsibility to be one? or anything similar to that role?

being with seonghwa meant much more than just being together and loyal to one another. being honest, you didn't mind yeojin. so far you got along great with her but a single interaction and convo won't predict the future of your relationship with her. it's a lot definitely but-

"y/n," seonghwa softly says pulling you out from your daze, "i'll be right back i'm gonna put yeojin down in her room."

you hum in response, letting your thoughts consume you once more.

your brain was beginning to ache because of how much you were thinking but one thing was for certain. you really liked seonghwa. enough that you were willing to accept everything that came with him - including yeojin.

you reminded yourself that dating seonghwa didn't mean automatically becoming a parent all of a sudden. he wasn't asking that of you. probably won't for a long time. he wants you for you. it's just a bonus you got along with yeojin so far.

there was a soft click of the door closing that made you turn your head. you look over to see seonghwa awkwardly make his way over to you, uncertainty written all over his face.

"i'm sorry for going quiet on you." you apologize, fingers toying with the hem of your cardigan once more. "i was just thinking."

a quiet laugh escapes seonghwa, "it's okay, don't worry about it. i'm sure tonight was a lot. but-"

"listen, seonghwa," oh here it comes. the "i'm so sorry, i don't think this will work out anymore". "i don't know what your plans were for us but regardless of what happened tonight, i want to be more. i know you having a whole kid might make things difficult or a little confusing but, i'm willing to try with you."

seonghwa felt his heart drop and then pick back up again when you finished talking. he didn't know what to say. he was grateful, excited, but most of all relived.

"so, how does another date this thursday night," seonghwa pauses, trying to not choke on his words, "as mine sound?"

"are you finally asking me to be your partner, park seonghwa?" you smile. it's finally happening.

"yes." seonghwa breathes out, truly terrified of your answer.

"then yes, i would love to." you answer, wrapping your arms around seonghwa's neck.

"sounds good then my love." seonghwa mumbles, his heart racing and his head buzzing from the overwhelming night but it didn't matter to him.

you were finally his.

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[hwauroras]

808’S LITTLE PRINCESS !

wc 0.6k. unedited. dad!seonghwa and his daughter on a lazy sunday morning. one very small mention wooyoung and an unnamed partner. fluff. slice of life? might make @hwalysm cry.

as seonghwa slowly opened his eyes, he was immediately greeted by the warm rays of the sun that peeked in through the curtains. it was sunday morning, and it was the one day of the week where he could wake up after the sun. stretching his arms, he smiled as he remembered the reason for why he didn’t end up sleeping until the late hours of the afternoon. he glanced over at the alarm - 8:08am.

as to not disturb the peaceful sleep of his partner next to him, he got out of bed as quietly as he could and quickly tiptoed down the hall. only one destination was in mind; not the bathroom, not the kitchen, but the bedroom that belonged to the apple of his eye - his beloved daughter, his princess.

gently pushing the door open, his eyes landed on her tiny figure nestled comfortably in her pink princess bed, her little arms clutching her favorite stuffed princess bunny, kindly gifted to her by uncle wooyoung. seonghwa couldn't help but smile widely at what he saw, his eyes shining as if they were filled with stars.

"good morning, my little princess," he whispered, making his way over to where she lay - though he didn’t get very far, for as soon as his daughter heard his voice, her eyes shot open, revealing the same sparkling eyes as her father. her face instantly lit up, the bunny immediately forgotten, and seonghwa fell in love all over again - just like the day she was born.

"daddy!" she screamed and held out her arms, inviting him for an embrace. it was an invitation seonghwa just couldn’t refuse - scooping her up into his arms and pulling her close to his chest.

"did you sleep well, my precious angel?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. she giggled in response, her little hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair. nuzzling her nose with his, he picked up her bunny, handed it to her, and made his way to the living room.

settling down into the comfortable plush armchair by the window, he positioned his daughter on his lap, her legs dangling and swinging off the side. they both glanced out at the peaceful view of the morning sky, relishing in the tranquility of the moment together.

seonghwa’s eyes shifted adoringly to his daughter, whose eyes were wide and sparkling with awe and curiosity. passing the bunny to her father, she reached out to touch everything she could, albeit through the glass, exploring the world and its simple natural beauty.

admittedly, seonghwa was originally quite nervous to be a father. it wasn’t like he didn’t want to, but it all happened so suddenly. however, it was in these precious moments like these that reminded him of just how lucky he was to have this incredible little girl full of imagination and wonder in his life.

time seemed to both fly by and cease to exist as he continued to sit there, cherishing the bond he shared with his princess. he was more than aware of the fact that such times would be fleeting, that his little girl would grow up faster than he could ever imagine and be prepared for. he knew he could close his eyes, and open them to the sight of this very scene being played out by his daughter and her own child.

but on this lazy sunday morning, he wasn’t worried.

his attention was drawn back to the little bundle of joy in his arms, who began to snore softly, causing seonghwa to chuckle softly.

“i love you, my little princess."

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The Contract ~ *Park Seonghwa*

Summary: You love Seonghwa and he loves you. However he thinks that love needs a contract. And you’re a little insulted…

Pairing: Park Seonghwa X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1915

Warning: Misunderstanding that gets resolved in the end

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A/N: Inspired by the song The Contract from Gigi

The air was tense as you sat between your two aunts. Across from you sat Seonghwa, between two of his lawyers. This was a big deal. You didn’t quite understand all the logistics behind it. But according to your Aunt Elise, you were to leave all the negotiation to her. Your Aunt Ava, on the other hand, said to be wary of your aunt and the plans she had in place.

One of the lawyers handed your Aunt Ava a stack of papers with a flourish. You were not allowed to look. “Madames, we have been designated by the Park family to notify you of their son Seonghwa’s passion for your niece.”

“And further,” The other lawyer interjected. “Without her elegant companionship, the family feels Seonghwa’s happiness will cease. So in the customary gentlemanly fashion, we have been authorized to implement his passion-”

“As these documents confirm.” The first lawyer finished, tapping the papers with his pen.

Your Aunt Elise rolled her eyes, snatching the papers from her sister’s hands and passing them to you. “Yes, yes of course. Let’s hear the terms. I like the horse before the cart, you know. Besides, our niece should be informed of the conditions of this arrangement.”

“Elise!” Aunt Ava gave a scandalous gasp. “Please show some respect!”

Her Aunt Elise rolled her eyes as the second lawyer spoke up. “Madames, these are documents of love, the tender declaration of a man whose aim is spreading sunshine, nothing more.”

“A contract with the most generous conditions he has ever offered anyone before.” The first lawyer added, with an encouraging smile.

“Charming.” Aunt Elise muttered.

The first lawyer continued. “Such are his feelings for your niece that he’s provided for her as Louis for Du Barry in Versailles did, a paradise where romance blooms!”

You blinked in shock. Did that man just insinuate that you were to be Seonghwa’s mistress? That wasn’t the plan that he had told you before this whole charade. When he was first courting you, and managed a moment away from all the prying eyes, he told you how much he loved you and wanted to marry you. That’s why he asked you to go through this whole rigmarole in the first place. But if you were only supposed to be his mistress… And with Seonghwa staying silent through this whole affair?

You were beginning to feel insulted.

“How many baths? How many rooms?” Your Aunt Elise demanded of the lawyers.

“She’ll view a lovely world henceforth-”

“The view had better not be north.”

“Elise…” Aunt Ava trailed off, trying to calm her hot-tempered sister.

Her sister shrugged off her comforting hand, before explaining, “It’s simpler to imagine Wonderland if you have a little floor plan in your hand.”

“It’s all here.” The second lawyer tapped the documents in your hand, which you started to read through. If you were to only be his mistress, you were determined to make sure you got a good deal out of all of this.

“Then do begin.”

The first lawyer cleared his throat and began to explain the contract in your hand. “Seonghwa will pledge to Miss. Y/n a flat of choice in which to dwell. A Taj Mahal, if you will, where love may thrive. The rooms of which will number five.”

The second lawyer then spoke up. “The flat’s superbly decorated in perfect taste and understated. All this to her Seonghwa will give as long as their romance will live.”

“Indeed!” Aunt Ava sounded impressed.

Like you, Aunt Elise was less than thrilled at the proposition. “Indeed. And when romance expires, how much has she got?”

“Elise, hold your tongue! He’s offered quite a lot!” Aunt Ava snapped.

“There’s one thing I’m firm in: what he’s given her is permanent, whether love endures or not.”

You glanced at Seonghwa. He didn’t look happy or angry at the squabbling between the lawyers and your aunts. If anything, he looked like he was avoiding eye contact with you. It made your heart hurt. Did he not love you as much as he used to? Is that why he was putting you through the ringer with all of this? You just couldn’t understand why this was happening to you. You still loved him with all your heart and you would do anything for him. But he seemed to just be treating you like someone he could buy their love from. It hurt more than you thought.

“Elise, please!” Aunt Ava begged. “You don’t know Seonghwa like I do. There’s nothing mean in him! Decency is all I’ve ever seen in him! To you it’s just a question of: how much money equals love?”

“Thank you very much.” Aunt Elise smiled at her sister’s question. 

While the corner of your mouth lifted slightly, you still felt awful. You were beginning to believe in your Aunt Elise’s skepticism and harsh negotiation. Apparently Seonghwa thought the same thing your Aunt Elise thought.

“Madame, please, why?” The second lawyer asked. “All this and it’s not compulsory for her to accept. Madame, please try to understand that legal matters needn’t be so complicated.”

“Sit down and speak your mind.” The first lawyer encouraged her.

“A little softer too.” Aunt Ava added.

The first lawyer handed his fountain pen off to your Aunt Elise with a dramatic flick of the wrist. “I have my pen in hand. Madame, it waits on you.”

Taking the pen, she spun it between her fingers a few times. She was thinking. It was her habit when she was thinking very hard. You were curious to see what she had in mind for you. Taking the contract gently from your hands, she gave you a wink.

She had a plan.

And with that, she started to cross things out. The lawyers yelped in surprise and even Seonghwa’s eyes widened. His stoic posture, arms folded in front of his chest, dropped into something akin to defeat and shock. Your lips curved into more of a small smile. At least you managed to catch him off-guard like he did when you found you were nothing more than a mistress to him.

“Seven rooms.”

“Seven rooms?” The second lawyer squeaked.

“Not including the staff and chauffeur, seven rooms in a townhouse signed over to her.” Aunt Elise continued, adding her addendums. “Crimson and damask will panel each wall. Velvet chairs, quite ornate, in each room. Only those who have no taste at all understate interior design.”

Both lawyers kept glancing at Seonghwa, but he didn’t say anything or indicate at all what he wanted them to do. Instead his eyes were trained on the contract your Aunt was fixing. A small flutter of hope coursed through you.

“S-seven rooms,” The first lawyer laughed nervously, snatching the second lawyer’s pen in an attempt to stop your aunt. But no ink came out. “Oh dear, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PEN?!”

Aunt Elise snatched the papers roughly away from him, and through gritted teeth she snapped, “Seven. Rooms.”

“Seven rooms.”

“That’s right.” A self-satisfied smile graced her face. “Not including the staff and chauffeur in a townhouse signed over to her. And-”

“What, more?” The second lawyer yelped like a kicked puppy.

She nodded, her truly devious side showing. “Uh huh, a lot more. You see, love is all a woman needs to be content, but the bonds of love are best at, um, six percent.”

Seonghwa gasped. Now, you didn’t know much about money or stocks or bonds, but considering the reaction he gave, it had to be a big deal. Your smile continued to grow. At least your Aunt Elise had a secure future in mind for you. Even if she seemed to be too much, she always had the best intentions for you.

“My job is legal counsel!” The first lawyer snapped, as if he suddenly grew a backbone. “Listen to me please! What you’re doing-”

“Your job is making copies and magnifying fees.” She shot back, making you gasp this time.

“Elise, how insulting!” Aunt Ava finally shouted, over the shock of her sister rewriting the contract. “Seonghwa has been so good to us! He wanted us to trust him! I really wish you would.”

But you couldn’t. Not after what he was putting you through, insulting you to your face and the like. You couldn’t take it anymore. So you silently encouraged your Aunt Elise to keep going. Anything to make him pay for what he was letting happen.

The second lawyer spoke up in a shaky voice, “May I suggest-”

“No you may not.”

“I thought you’d like-”

“But I did not!”

Aunt Ava shook her head. “Elise, you’re unfeeling.”

The second lawyer looked at the first one. “Well, we could-”

“Madame, please, it’s stealing!”

Everyone gasped at what he blurted out. The lawyer clutched his mouth, as if he could swallow the words he just said. Seonghwa fixed him with a harsh glare and you placed a delicate hand in front of your own mouth so no one could see your smile. Your Aunt Elise narrowed her eyes.

“She’ll have maids from Milan and frequent gifts of jewelry! Stocks and shares in her name, and a darling Rolls Royce of her own.” She explained as she wrote it all down in the contract. “If not, Seonghwa is all alone.”

Seonghwa finally looked at you. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was pleading with you. You couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell you with his eyes, but you weren’t going to say a word. You weren’t adding to this situation whatsoever.

“Please sign on this line.” Aunt Elise handed the contract back to the three men before you, a new signature line under all of her corrections.

Both lawyers looked at each other before looking at Seonghwa. He sighed, took the pen and signed his name. The lawyers did the same.

As they packed up the papers, you heard them say, “Miss Y/n is finally, securely, divinely in love.”

When they left, your Aunt Ava instructed you to wash up for dinner. After cleaning your hands and face, you sat on your bed and allowed yourself time to wallow in your misery. You were now only as good as a mistress to him, someone he could toss aside at a moment’s notice. It hurt like hell.

A tap at your window scared you. There was Seonghwa, asking you to let him in. Which you did, against your better judgment. In his hand was the contract.

Tears in your eyes, you shoved him. “How dare you do that to me! I thought you loved me! That wasn’t love! That was humiliating! I don’t want to be your mistress! I don’t even want to see you again!”

“What? Mistress?” He shook his head and took your hand gently. “No, you misunderstand. I was asking for your Aunts permission to marry you.”

“What? But your lawyers said-”

“They’re idiots.” He rolled his eyes and showed you the contract. “Look closer. It’s a marriage contract. My parents had me draft it last night.”

You read through everything again, and the last page detailed the proposal and wedding. Your Aunt Elise had left that page clean of any changes, save for one note that made your heart flutter:

If he does not complete a proposal by the end of the week, I will be having a very stern conversation with him about letting good things get away.

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[roomsofangel]

. . . TIDAL WAVE .ᐟ

park seonghwa | written by roomsofangel

pairing boyfriend’s brother!seonghwa x afab!reader x boyfriend!yunho

genre(s) smut&angst

word count currently around 600 words as of december 25th 2023

warnings infidelity! a bit of an age difference, seonghwa is older than the reader by a few years but its legal. explicit language. alcohol consumption. reader has a panic attack in one of the scenes.

smut warnings unprotected sex (don’t do this, i’ll smack you with my chancla). reader and seonghwa are a bit tipsy during the first smut scene but are aware enough and both consent! creampie. dom!seonghwa sub!reader. oral (male and reader receiving). dirty talk!! god, seonghwa has a mouth— degradation with some praise but seonghwa is just going for it. the good ol’ spanking and biting

estimated release date tba

synopsis it wasn’t supposed to be this way, thats what you kept telling yourself. you loved yunho, you really did and you saw a future with him! so why were you in his step brother’s bed who was promising you the world?

or

park seonghwa is someone who you know you don’t need, but can’t help but want.

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REDAMANCY

Word count:- 4.2k (approx.)

Pairings:- childhoodbestfriend!hwa x y/n

Type:- Mini series (part 1)

Genre:- Fluff, angst, romance, comedy, a hint of fake relationship. (look forward to the smut in other parts besties!)

Song reccs:- Love, Maybe (secret number), stay with me (miki matsubara), Day and night (Jung seung hwan), Some (bol4)

Seonghwa's theme:- Ditto (instrumental)

Y/n's theme:- Gone (instrumental)

FYI:- the title means, 'A love returned in full'

"I'm so bored."

"Should we go eat at a café?"

"No."

"Karaoke?"

"No."

"Arcade?"

"No."

"Comic store?"

"No."

"Wanna go jump off a building with me?"

"Yes please."

The latter chuckled at your response and shook his head. His hands shuffled through his pockets and he took out an item familiar to you. "Here, you left your scrunchie at my house. My mum found it." Your eyes go wide to finally see the scrunchie you had almost died finding yesterday, "and i thought I had lost it."

Your hands hold the scrunchie and you wear it on your wrist, as you always did. "Seonghwa's always at your service ma'am!" Seonghwa said, imitating a butler and you laughed it off. The bell rang and it was finally time to leave the school. "Ok but seriously I'm in need of food!"

"But i recommended a café before, didn't i?" Seonghwa recalled how you had rejected the proposal, "but I wanna eat rice cakes made by you!"

Your hands clutched his arm, and Seonghwa's eyes fall to your face. You looked so tiny from his perspective, but he knew if he said it, he'd get beaten up. Then came your eyes. So pretty. And so...magical. As though they casted a spell and he fell, his heart couldn't take the visual right now. So he turned his face to the other side, hoping you won't see his red face, "alright!" He mumbled.

Coming back from school was probably the best part of your day back then. Going to beaches, cafés, random karaokes. Even in the middle of the night, you were glued to the computer screen, talking to Seonghwa, while doing your homework together.

The next morning, meeting at the same river with your cycles to reach the school at the same time. It was like you were living the best days of your life. And...you took them for granted. Maybe that's why it was taken away.

Everything was planned for the future too. Your savings for your future to buy an apartment together, then getting a job for college to pay the fees. Oh and how could you forget the seperate section of money both of you collected for an exo concert.

Everyone assumed that you both were in love.

You weren't. But he was.

And so you still dread that day. Graduation. Because, all your plans had scattered before your eyes. You maintained a safe distance from him. All while, faking a smile as your principal allowed the students to throw their hats in the sky. The crowd was so loud, strange and..dark.

It felt, as though, everyone around you were in slow motion. That's when your eyes met his. Instead of those bright, round eyes, you saw sorrow in them... Regret, pain.

He glanced at you once, as if capturing this moment with his eyes. His hands untied something on his hand and he turned his back at you. You could see him wipe his tears despite his attempts to be subtle. And seconds later he disappeared. And it all went blank.

"../n?"

"...ke up!"

"y/n?"

"Y/n!!"

Your eyes open with a gasp. You lay there for a while, trying to make sens of your surroundings, until a head pops out. "You're sleeping during work hours?" Uh-oh your boss had seen you.

"Jeez, joong you gave me a scare." And you turn your head in the other direction and cover it with your arms while on the desk.

This guy. With blue hair. Was your best friend. You both met in the first year of college, both a little lost, both a little crazy. You guys had sewed together many dreams. Unsure if the future was anything like you had planned for yourself. However, fortunately.

Both of you got admitted to a fashion company in your second year. Which is pretty big for you guys because you were still inexperienced. With ups and downs you learned, and eventually you officially became permanent members of the company.

Hongjoong was dear to the previous CEO, so she promoted his position. Many other employees were so jealous and some even left the company because of the mistreatment but to you, Hongjoong deserved it. Despite being young, he had worked hard. And now the company is doing even better than it was a few years back.

"I scared you? You were practically wincing in your sleep." Your expressions dropped at his comment. "'Don't leave, don't go...' who were you dreaming of?" He leaned, raising one of his eyebrows. "No one."

He laughed aloud, which you knew very well was his sarcastic laugh, "you've got some guts to lie straight to your teeth and to 'me'!" He pointed at his chest, knowing damn well, who you were dreaming of. "I'm going to get a coffee, it's already time to go home. Take a good rest."

The walk back home wasn't long, mere 20 minutes. You decided to walk or cycle, rather than use a vehicle. One could say you were health conscious. And yet, it felt like an hour. Your eyes wander around, gazing at the dipping sun and the ducks in the lakes were swimming back.

The old couple, as usual was at the bench, never failed to make you smile. A brisk breeze makes your hair dance. Your path is decorated with brown leaves that fell from the now leaf less trees. A few get crushed under your shoes making a crunch sound, giving you a sense of satisfaction.

It was the same actually. Your hometown. Nothing had changed. And yet, something felt missing.

You bought an apartment as planned, it's well decorated, your salary is decent too, good Neighbors, a boss that's a friend as well, you have family and friend reunions from time to time. Everything was fine.

Then why?

Why did you still cry in the shower everyday?

Why did you still looked at that one picture frame for a little too long?

Why did your heart ache while watching those rom coms you once loved to watch?

Why did he still appear in your dreams?

Why, why won't your brain let you forget him?

A ring reaches your ears and pulls you from your thoughts. You put back the same photo frame, of him and you on the first day of school. He had a bowl cut and you had two silly pigtails. His cheeks were wet, he was crying, like his mother used to say...a crybaby. And you stood near him cracking the cutest pose when the kid next to you was having an existential crisis.

"Hello? Mom?"

"Oh hello honey, how are you?"

"I'm doing fine..what about you?"

"Oh me too, uh...sorry to call you at this hour but Surprise, surprise Mr and Mrs Park are here!" She exclaimed.

"...uhm, mom be specific."

"Seonghwa's mom! Well his parents are here and they wanted to meet you. After all it's been so many years. You should come by."

"...what?"

Your heart sank. You could feel it. All the other sense had been turned off. You couldn't hear a thing or what your mom said and then cut the call off, the only sound you could hear was a precise ring. It had gotten a little hard to breathe. You put the phone down and held your head with your palms.

You can't comprehend what just happened. Neither do you know why's this happening but your anxiety level had risen to a whole new level. You keep walking around your living room in your comfortable extra large hoodie, in stress.

Was it really required for you to be there? And first of all, out of all the times, they decided to greet us now? What if you just ran away? Hongjoong could help!

And for a moment you came back to your senses, your thoughts had halted and you gently sat on the edge of your sofa's arm. Your lips let out a scoff, "he still has an effect on me..." That's the funny thing. Because all those years, there was not a single spark between you and him. Well, it might've been different for him. But, at the the same time you could never imagine a day without him.

Why are you like this? What has he done to you? You stare off at the empty wall, with the spirals of your words you doodle across it with your eyes. Just like that the time flew by and you hear your house bell ring. It pulled you out of your thoughts and you open the door without thinking much into anything.

Or without predicting that the person at this hour could be none other than...Park Seonghwa. "How is my favourite person doing?"

7 years.

7 fucking years.

And these are the first words he says to you. The last thing he said to you was something you still remember. Now look at him, calling you out so nonchalantly. Yeah...look at him.

He had changed. His style had changed. Or perhaps, seeing him after so many years was so...shocking. Back then, he couldn't style clothes for himself, or tie his tie. You remember, you were the one who taught him to tie his laces in around 2nd grade.

Look at him now. He looks lovely. As if he just came out of a magazine cover. Not a blemish on his skin, brighter than the sun. His jawline had gotten so sharp, and his shoulders. Even though he wore a coat due to the chilly weather, you could see they had gotten broader. His hair a little longer, his eyes...still intense as ever.

You probably look like an idiot, standing there with your jaw open and eyes wide, staring at your childhood bestfriend. So invested in his beauty, you had forgotten to speak. So the man just made his way inside the apartment.

"Woah, so you did buy an apartment for yourself. I must say it's well decorated!" He wandered around the house, admiring each and everything while you slowly started coming back to reality.

"What....what are you doing here?" You finally spoke as you closed the door behind you. The room temperature had fell down a little due to the cool air entering through the door you had opened for a little too long. "me?" He pointed to his chest, while looking at you with his boba eyes. As if there were more than two people in the room.

"...of course you!" You said with eyebrows furrowed because what kind of a question was that? He slowly makes his way to the sofa and settles there as though it was his house? He took out an apple from the fruit basket kept on the table, "I'm a friend y/n, of course I came here to see you. It's been 7 years after all!" He took a bite and it felt like the crunch had echoed through the dead silent house.

"...just like that?" Your eyes narrowed and had visible pain in it. And his were an opposite of yours. "Oh! You should get ready, my parent's are at your house, waiting for us to arrive." His voice muffled because of the fruit. And you just followed. You don't know if he had noticed your slightly teary eyes....you didn't care.

You were still perplexed and had to sit in the same car as him. This is the best time to regret your decision of not buying a car. Plus, the whole faking the smiles among his parents and yours. But it had been such a long time, seeing aunt and uncle. All the memories came flowing like water. Her delicious mochi dessert, or how she scolded hwa when he teased you. Uncle's first car, in which he took you to all the parks known to mankind, or his annual gifts for you.

So you just hugged them and sobbed like a child. Which didn't go unnoticed by Seonghwa. It reminded him how close you guys actually were. Even your families. All those little picnics and trips. And seeing you cry like that made his heart swell...how because of him a beautiful relationship like so was about to be destroyed.

Even though you said that you could return back on your own. Both of your families insisted that you should go with Seonghwa. And that man didn't back down as well. See if it would've been any other person, you would've agreed but to think it was Seonghwa. You had to again bear the awkwardness in the car.

The entire time you were looking out the window. Trying to distract your mind, which.... didn't work as always.

"Why did you come back?" You asked, still looking outside the window. Afraid to meet his gaze. The roads were empty as it was around midnight, it was a smooth drive. Thanks to that, the awkwardness was easy to manage.

"...I was trying to avoid the question." He chuckled which made you look at him. "Well not you can't..." "i know.."

He continued, " i know, I know it's weird that I came back..and at this point of life where, you probably moved on from the past. But I'm here to tell you that..."

The car came to a pause and because of the impact you slightly moved forward, and the words that's came out of Seonghwa's mouth were enough to rethink your entire life, "reconcile our friendship."

"....why?"

He seemed taken aback by your response, "well...it seems like you certainly don't want to." Jeez, his teasing habit still hasn't changed. "No...it's not like that,..." You paused and you fixated your eyes on dashboard, instead of his eyes, "why..did you have to leave in the first place..if you were gonna come back?"

Seonghwa gave out a deep sigh, "y/n-ah..." His honey like voice, said your name. He let his head rest on the seat and a lazy smirk appeared on his face...he must've been tired. Your heart...it's beating abnormally fast. "We were kids back then...and I was the one at fault. So... consider this as an apology, for what happened during graduation."

So carefree.

Why?

If the feelings he felt were true...so true that he decided to leave. How can he be saying these things to you?...were you...the one who hadn't moved on?

"I love you..."

His words. You still remember them. His expressions... his eyes. Everything.

"So what do you say y/n?"

Maybe you were in the wrong back then...or maybe you and no idea how to respond.

"I have..since we were kids."

It was flowing back to you as he sat right in front of you, recklessly asking you to turn back to the friendship he had broken. And made you like this.

"Hm?"

So,...your emotions weren't valid now, right? Neither were your feelings...So why should you care?

"Be mine for an eternity."

Your throat had started to feel tight. You took in a gulp to eliminate the lump, "I'm willing to be friends again..."

"Woah you look terrible.." Hongjoong says as he comes by your cubicle. Of course, you do. You couldn't sleep a wink last night. "Do you wanna know the reason?" You ask him while lazily typing on the computer. "Hm, as far as I know it could not be a human, so I'm guessing, a sad movie or series?" Terrible. What a reputation you had built.

"I'm afraid this time it's the opposite." You've never seen Hongjoong throw his bun on the ground with his eyes so wide they could pop out anytime, "what...the..f-" you cover his mouth just in time. "rest in peace, Mr bun, it was not your fault."

For the next few minutes, you explain Hongjoong your entire story. The way your life quite literally changed in a night. "... that's actually crazy...and reckless. I mean I would personally call it shameless but I know that you called dibs on him so..." You crane your neck towards him, "I did not. I never told you that!"

"Well it's obvious isn't it?" He plops from the desk and stands straight in front of you, "it is weird he came back out of the blue. If I'm being honest...you should clear out the things with him." His hands come to caress your head, "i care about you...I mean I'm enough for that jerk but I don't want you to get hurt in any way. Sort it out, what you feel and what he feels."

Your bestfriend's words kept circling around your brain. Even as you walk back to your house. However, you see a familiar car in the middle of the road, a man leaning on it's door, carefully looking at his watch. His long hair,...look so fluffy, his eyes are hidden by the sunglasses but as soon as he spots you, those cheerful eyes are revealed. His hand waving to you and you walk straight to him.

"What're you doing here?"

"Here to pick you up!" He says in an exciting tone, which you find annoying because can he tone his excitement down. And yet at the same time you can't take up the fact, how adorable he is. But then, Hongjoong's words echo in your brain again. And for some reason, right now, feels like the best time to ask him the question.

"Um...I wanted to ask you something." You say, hesistent at first. "Go on..." Your hands clutch the fabric of your tote bag, "If I'm being honest, you coming back...didn't sit right for me. And..I know that you understand that it wouldn't feel good for me...might as well take some time to adjust."

Seonghwa seems to understand each and every word and he knows where this is headed. Yet, you can't catch an expression of vulnerability. Or pain.

But why were you hoping for it? Why did you want him to feel bad about a thing that happened 7 years ago? "But...I hope...your feelings for me have died down." Oh my god, you said it! Could there be a better way of saying it? Were you too harsh? A ton of questions already bombarded you.

Seonghwa starts with a light chuckle, and a bright smile gets morphed onto him, "I know...i completely get you. I think i forgot to mention but...i have a girlfriend."

....

Oh.

".. that's nice. I'm.. I'm happy for you." Maybe you were. Tch. Who were you lying to? You weren't. Your heart sank and you couldn't hear a word he said afterwards. A girlfriend huh? So you really were the only one who was still stuck in the past. You wanted to cry. You wanted to weep. And ask him why?

Couldn't he have waited just a little longer? Couldn't he have given you another chance?

Why would he?

The smell of the wet grass reaches you from the park, the gardener must be working. A few moments ago, you couldn't hear a thing and it feels as if all your five sense have been activated. And you feel a little too hot. Your palms were sweaty and your head felt all woozy.

"So, shall we go to a café hm?" His soft voice reached your ears. You just had a lot of emotions bottled up. "Seonghwa... let's go to a bar."

You wake with a sudden feeling. It is becoming a habit of yours to wake up as if you just experienced a bad dream, like the way main leads in a movie wake up. For a few seconds, you lay there... contemplating your life. Your eyes wandering around the house.

The familiar fan you always open your eyes to, the blinds still closed but the sun light pouring in from the spaces, your tv on the front that you bought with so much excitement. The same cream and white walls. Yeah, you were home.

The bed started to feel like a fluffy cloud and you just wanted to sleep again, but...your head was pounding so bad. It was almost like you felt your heartbeat in your brain. And your throat felt so dry. You slowly got up, your hands gave support to your head and you turn to the side table to have some water.

While sipping the water you notice something unfamiliar kept there, a small glass bottle. The label on it read 'hangover cure'. Hm.

Wait.

So, you drank last night. Crazy how you had forgotten everything. It was there but a blur...maybe it'll come back. Because you definitely don't remember buying a hangover drink. But oh well, you took it because your head felt like it could kill you any moment. As you're about to take a sip, your hands feel a texture different from the glass. It was paper. Your turn the bottle around to see a pink sticky note with hello kitty's doodles on it. It read 'drink this, it'll lighten the headache!! - SH'

Ah. It was Seonghwa.

You carried on with your day. Slow. Thank God it was a Saturday because what would you have done if you had to go to work today? While doing that your mind tries to recollect what happened.

"I know...i completely get you. I think i forgot to mention but...i have a girlfriend."

Couldn't he have given you another chance?

Why would he?

"Seonghwa, let's go to a bar."

"I'm familiar with this place, a few of my friends and colleagues brought me here countless times." As if on cue the bartender called out for you and you waved back at him. Seonghwa was surprised at the interaction.

Especially, the bartender's reactions. He acted all shy and soft. Well...now that he's observing him, he's not that bad looking. Tsk. That is what's bothering him right now. However, his eyes fell back at you and he admired your features.

It was all coming back to him now. All from when his mum made him talk to the girl he used to look at secretly from behind the tree in the playground. And there you were. Your hair tied in two low pigtails, with ribbons on them and tiny clips holding your baby hair.

To when you both were in highschool, eating lunch together on the bench that was near a lake, having deep late night talks on the rooftop, movie sessions at his house specifically because it felt just right according to you. Him teaching you how to cook and you ended up burning whatever you made because that could not be called food. Or how....you used to say things so nonchalantly to him. Not knowing the effect they had on him.

"I'd do anything as long as it's with you."

"The moon sent you to me."

And now you're sitting in front of him, grown beautifully into an adult, drinking like a mad woman. He chortles at the thought. His admiration for you is interrupted because of a phone call. "Y/n..i have to take this. Stay here alright?" He made sure to tell you this very carefully because you were already so drunk. "Don't leave ok? I'll be back in a few seconds.." he left only after he had heard you say ok...or more like inaudible mumbles.

But of course you weren't gonna stay on your place. He comes back to an empty chair. In attempts of finding you everywhere, he has to now push through the crowds. The club is so noisy. (It's supposed to be noisy park Seonghwa smh). His anxiety levels are rising right now, you're an adult you can take care of yourself but being drunk...you can act quite crazy.

The universe is literally screaming at this point for Seonghwa to look behind. Because you are having your own concert on the random table and are surrounded by strangers. Who... apparently are enjoying it?

As soon as he turns his head he's... perplexed. Because you're dancing seductively on a 2000s song, in your work clothes. Which was actually not that boring since you worked in the fashion department. Your white dress that reached just above your knees and a cropped pastel blue sweater on top, supporting the attire with your kneee high socks and platform heels.

You ruffle around your hair, use your hands to touch your body, feeling yourself. Not caring about the world. Looking like the main actress of a drama. Oh god, why was his heart beating so fast? His jaw was open, as if surprised but not complaining. However, as soon as his eyes go below he finds a crowd of people there.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one having fun. So disgusting these people are. Recording and gawking at a young, drunk woman. Well...not all of them. Seonghwa tried to call you down but you kept rejecting, all in your world. Until you hit a light on your forehead slightly, and came back down. Seonghwa immediately covered you with his coat, and gently rubbed your forehead.

The next thing you knew, you were outside walking around. And your drunk self being silly as usual. From screaming at the ducks for being so cute, to complaining about why bananas weren't pink. And Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh which you were offended by.

"It's not funny, it's a geniune request for the universe!!" Your voice all raspy and wobbly and so were your steps. "Why did you drink if you're such a lightweight?"

"...i don't know, I felt like it."

Yeah right. It was all just to escape from the pain of confused feelings.

"Hwa?" Your lips let out the nickname after so many years and it ignited a spark in the said man's heart. He looked at you as if...you hung the stars in the sky. "Yes y/n-ah?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?" The question got him a little off-guard but he replied anyways, "I do.." you took a deep sigh and clutched his coat that was on your shoulders even tighter, the cold wind slapping your face, it turned your nose and cheeks red, "then, do you believe in lovers that are meant to be?"

"Yes I do." He said, without taking eyes off of you. He saw you pause a little, hesistent maybe. And then you turned your gaze to him and spoke in a soft tone, "...what about... lover's who are unaware of each other's feelings..."

The wind kept picking up it's pace, you saw his hair dance, while his eyes...they looked, hurt. Why? Did you say something wrong? It was because he knew what you were hinting at. He would like to talk about it...one day, he'll make you sit and talk all about it. But finding the right time is getting harder. And he's afraid he might lose the time.

Before he opens his mouth to speak you shut him by saying it's late and we should head back. The entire car ride was so awkward. Not that it was anything new, but the drinking helped to distract you from the situation. As soon as you got out of the car, you gave him his coat back. The warmth that was taken away, you felt so dejected.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he seemed even more mesmerising than before. You just wanted to kiss him...but it'd be too spontaneous huh? His scent felt so intoxicating. While walking back a few tears fell from your eyes, you're not sure why. Seonghwa saw you wiping them....it broke his heart to see you like that, but what could he possibly do when in the first place, it was because of you, the seperation happened.

You can be quite a handful. Sitting on the beanbag, with coffee in your hand and a book on your lap. Which was just..there. because your mind was preoccupied by your last night's embarassing acts.

You felt a vibration as you were sitting on the bean bag, then your phone caught your attention. 'mum' the words shone bright on them.

"Hey honey...how was your day yesterday?" Her voice as gentle as ever. "It was...alright. I'm hungover right now by the way." To which you received a fit of laughter. Your mum had always been your biggest support, she was like a ball of sunshine wrapped in the attire of a mother. She always taught you to stay humble, grateful and a little crazy for the fun's sake. That's why you can share whatever you want with her.

"Whom did you go out with? Was it Hongjoong? Or That blind date guy, what was his name? Mountain?" She asked and you internally laughed at the 'mountain', "San mom, his name was San." A little Ah, of realisation came from the other end. "And no...I was with, Seonghwa."

As if other people weren't enough she started making teasy sounds and the 'oohs', for a fact you know her eyebrows are wiggling and she's poking the air which indirectly is you. "Mooom!" You whined trying to stop her trail of thoughts. "You know we're just friends right?"

"Of course I do...but he's a good guy no?" You rolled your eyes as if she could see you right now, "That doesn't provide as a valid reason to date him?" And your mom counter attacked with, "well, San was a nice guy too, I also teased you about him but you never gave him a chance as well."

You halted, because if it was about your relationship status, you could never win in that section with your mum. "I'm just saying....you guys have known each other since you were kids, and he's attractive too, hm?" Yeah, you would agree on that one thing. All those memories, where a number of girls had approached you just to fish out seonghwa's number or to get close to him. Oh and how could you forget the amount of gifts he recieved during valentine's day.

Thinking about it now, really makes you realize that...what you felt back then, was 'jealousy'. And not in a way that your friend was being taken away from you. But because...he was yours. It had always been Seonghwa and Y/n from the start.

"Besides, the way you two look at each other, can't just limit you to just 'friends'."

Was it really that obvious? Your lips gave out a sigh and you took another sip of your coffee. "Oh also, Seonghwa's parents are celebrating there 26th marriage anniversary, and all of us are invited."

The location was sent on your phone, you had to focus on the 'getting ready' part. On god, you never thought much about your outfits but today. Specifically today, you wanted to look the best out there. If Hongjoong was here he would've said "who are you going to impress with that dress?" While smirking and teasing the shit out of you.

But honestly,...who were you going to impress? "S-.." don't say it. You can't admit it!

The party venue was so beautiful. It was an outdoor restaurant, and filled with nature. Those trees and bushes were decorated with golden fairy lights, as you walked a bit further, all the tables were settled and flowers were hung on strings with more fairy lights that acted like a ceiling. Every table had a candle lamp. This reminded you very much of Tangled for some reason.

Your parents had already met you, in fact, even Seonghwa's parents greeted you. The only person missing was him. The party had all sorts of people, some you knew and some were absolute strangers. Amongst all, you wanted to look for him.

So restless. As though, without him you can't breathe. It just makes you question how the hell did you survive these 7 years without him? It must be funny to him too. You could've stopped him....but something about his back on you, made you feel like you weren't worth him.

A champagne flute in your hand, you were there physically but your mind was lost in the clouds of memories. Should you even be feeling this right now. As you're eyes wander around a tap on your shoulder is felt to which you turn around, "Who're you waiting for?"

Your head rotates towards the voice to find Seonghwa in a fitted white shirt, the first few buttons opened to expose his collarbones. God, you could almost outline his built, might be the lightening or the material of the shirt and he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, which for some reason was so hot? The bottoms were black, his wrist had a rolex while his neck was adorned with a gold chain. Oh yeah...he used to wear that back then too. His hair were down, and so floofy, you wanted to run your hands through them.

"Y/n?" His fingers snapped in front of you and you came back to your senses, realizing you were practically gawking at the said man. However, you weren't the only one observing. You could feel his gaze go from the top of your head to your toes. Analyzing, more like admiring the way you looked. Although, he wanted to rip of the dress right then and there that hugged your body so perfectly, he had to control himself.

The bun didn't make it any easier as well, the dresse's square neckline exposed your collarbones and he noticed that the dress had a slit as it went down showcasing one of legs. Gosh, you looked like a goddess.

"Y/n...you look, beautiful." He complimented in his soft voice, the way he looked down on you, and for some reason he leaned in even closer, your breath had started to hitch so bad. Your aura was now filled by his stimulating scent, he slouched down to meet your eyes, his eyes boring right into yours.

Somehow the whole world faded away, it was just you and him. One of his hands came up and tucked a hair strand behind your ear, from there, it went to your earlobe. He caressed it so softly, you were sure you'd fall, your knees were so weak, all because of the proximity between you guys.

"Did your earring get lost?" He whispered, and you stood there dumbfounded. "Hm?"

"Your earring."

Then it made sense to you, he was talking about one of your earrings which probably fell somewhere and you had no idea. "Oh...um...i-i.." ah yes, the classic stammering. No, honestly now you get why those main actresses reacted this way, tongue tied because apparently your mind goes blank and all you can think about right now is kissing him.

His smirk was still pasted on his face, like he enjoyed teasing you, "that's alright we'll find it." The rest of the night was beautiful. You enjoyed every second of it. Because on the dinner table your parents couldn't stop talking about your childhood stories and the same was for hwa's parents.

All the little stories, and Seonghwa's were mostly embarassing and you knew he wanted to run away. His face was so red and the wine was absolutely not the reason. Meanwhile, your laughter couldn't be stopped. You guys really stayed together for so long huh.

After a while when you got up to get ice cream, you see Seonghwa talking to a man. He seemed familiar for some reason. Just as gorgeous, but his hair were longer and he wore earrings in both his ears, and was also shorter than hwa. You decided to join them.

"Hey guys..." You started but it felt like you made a wrong decision because the atmosphere for some reason was already so tense. "Yes, her." Seonghwa said and you looked at him in confusion because now both of them were looking at you with their narrow eyes. "Wh-" and before you could speak Seonghwa interrupts, "my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" A voice from the back greeted you. How lovely.

Both of your families had heard what this man had blurted out.

Astounded. You sit in the car. Staring into space. Seonghwa sat besides you, panicking visibly. No, because if someone passed by the car they would see the most comical scene. You hear a meek, really timid call for your name and you don't even bother to look at the man. Instead you click your tongue and start screaming on top of your lungs.

"YOU IDIOT! WHAT HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! HUH?" While throwing anything and everything you could find- which somehow included a bottle of sanitizer and a chocolate box?

"YOU ALREADY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU LIE? ARE YOU CHEATING ON HER?? THIS WAS NOT THE WAY YOU WERE RAISED PARK SEONGHWA!!" nag nag, like a mom. And hwa was going through what could be described as a traumatic experience because now came your smacks and punches.

"Y/n let me explain!!" The man finally managed to say something but you hit him more before calming down. Seonghwa looked like a scared cat as he passed a water bottle to you. You glared at him and snatched the bottle, gulping it down.

"It's gonna come as a stupid excuse...but that just...slipped off my tongue." He began and you hands already found themselves in your hair, clutching them hard, "...what would you say to your girlfriend then? Why'd you take my name anyways?"

His face morphed into that of sorrow, "we...uh.." you already knew what he was going to say. "Broke up." It pained you to see him like this. You still remember vivdly, how he was so afraid to talk to other girls but some of his friends made him go on a blind date, and those girls were mean, they insulted him and he came back crying. This was 10th grade by the way. His head in your lap as you tried to calm him down.

He had always been so soft, you couldn't imagine what he would've went through in this cruel world. "We were already very distant. It always felt like we there just for the show. So last night...she finally decided to break up."

Now the stars align.

He then explained why he said that there on the spot. Apparently, Wooyoung, is one of his work rivals. He didn't want to back down in front of him, because he had taken a full 2 months vacation from his work, saying that he's getting engaged. And well, seeing Wooyoung here, he got a bit freaked out, because Wooyoung could end his career. But luckily you walked straight there, like an angel.

Yeah, more like a lamb walking into a lion's den.

"But you could've said it a little less loud... because the whole family heard...and it's going to take a lot of time to clear this misunderstanding." You began, because your families that already shipped you, were in their emotional phase right now and anything you would say could be and would be taken as a betrayal.

"Sorry..." He muttered.

Despite having a pout on your face you took your handkerchief and blew hot air on it so that it'll warm up and then used that as a heating devide on Seonghwa's forehead, "...must've hurt.."

Seonghwa watches you care for him, even though you winced more and kept asking "does it hurt?" Tch. Gosh, only if he could kiss you right now. Wait. What?

Yes, he thought that right now.

It's isn't his fault though. If one thing he has learned from his friendship with you, is that, soulmates exists. And one-sided love is true. God, he fell so hard. He can't look at anyone else like the way he looks at you. And no one, no one makes him feel the things you do. "You look like a dream..."

He says out of the blue, and you slowly move your eyes to meet his, that's when you realise you're too close. Dangerously close. "What did you say?" You whispered, too scared to speak up, as though breaking the shell both of you had created around you in a span of seconds.

"You look like a dream."

Wow, somehow you survived the situation. You're standing at your door step while Seonghwa's car is still outside the main gate, waiting for you to get inside. But you don't, you look back once again, with a grin, a little too happy for some reason and wave at him. You see him chuckle as he waved back and you got inside. You never wanted to leave but...had to.

As soon as you close the door you slide against the door, looking red like a tomato. Your palms hide your face as you squeal and giggle like a teenager in love. "I'm in trouble..."

Seonghwa thinks back at the moment, he got bold huh? But, someone honked right from behind then screamed "get a room". Yes. It was Wooyoung. He smiled at the memory, he takes off his watch and then his shirt to change into comfortable clothes that's when he realises, he forgot to return you something. His hand shuffle into the pockets of his pants.

A sigh leaves his lips, "guess this gives us another chance to meet." His palm held your earring that you had lost. He doesn't look like it but he is sneaky, he found that earring near where you stood but you were too lost in your world.

So you were Seonghwa's fake girlfriend now. And your family also believed that lie. Crazy, but now they kept teasing you for it. Something about marriage and kids and what not. You shurgged it off whenever you were on a call with them or ignored it when you were with them but secretly...you tried so hard to keep a poker face.

Even at work Hongjoong had caught you daydreaming, and he'd say "love looks good on you". If you were being honest... you've thought about it. How would it be feel to call him your one and only? To live with him? Sleep on the same bed with him....how would it feel if your feelings were reciprocated?

However deep down, anxiety rose in the pit of your stomach. The reality is not it...it's nothing like your imaginations and thoughts. He might not feel the same way at all. "might not?" A painful smile appeared on your face...he obviously doesn't. He had moved on, and you were still stuck in the past like a teenager in love. Sleepless at nights, thoughts of him lingering a little too longer in your mind, replaying moments with butterflies each time.

In a different home and setting...things were quite similar. He realised his feelings had not even decreased one per cent. He'd laugh at the fact how confident he felt when he came back from abroad, feeling 100 per cent sure his heart wouldn't pick up it's pace and your eyes wouldn't work their magic on him.

Oh boy, was he wrong?

The moment he saw you, his pupils enlarged and his jaw opened slightly to take on all your beauty. How can a person become even prettier as time passed by? The world suddenly started to seem bright with you. And it wasn't a foreign feeling at all, it was as though he'd come back home. You. Just like before, every love song was and still remains about you.

How...vile of his heart? To not let go someone who doesn't even wants him. He hated the idea of you with someone else, but he was ready to leave you as long as you were happy. But...he didn't realize it was going to be this difficult.

Basically these two idiots had no idea, both of them liked each other secretly. They were hopelessly in love with each other.

Days went by, your work routine stayed the same but you know what else changed? Your evenings. Your nights. God, all the while you just patiently waited for your job to end, in fact, some days Hongjoong would let you off the hook early.

Then you and Seonghwa would explore the town in his car. Laughing, enjoying, mocking each other, taking silly pictures. It felt like those days were back, and you weren't going to take them for granted anymore.

Just like that, a dinner happened. It was organised by Wooyoung, Hwa's rival and both of you were invited. It was actually shocking to see those two act so in love at the dinner, because Wooyoung wouldn't stop kissing Seonghwa, he was just so drunk but then Seonghwa cleared that he was like that even when he was sober.

A lot of things happened during the dinner but the real fun...was after that. You guys strolled in the parks, laughing. Even catching a young couple, sitting on the benches, experiencing love probably for the first time.

Maybe it was invasion of privacy but it was just so wholesome watching the guy on the right put his hand on the bench and the guy, shorter than the first one, on the left inch by inch hold his hand and both of them looked on opposite directions probably blushing so hard.

You turned to see Seonghwa, his body was hovering you but his gaze was fixated on the couple on the front. You guys were hiding behind a few bushes. God if he looked down at you, you really couldn't control yourself. He never looked down but...you knew he was aware of you lingering gaze on him. How you traced his face structure.

You went to the karaokes, the beach in fact, which was eerily empty and because you were a fool in love, you found it romantic. Or going to the teokkbokki stall that was now built into a restaurant, and surprisingly the owner recognised you.

"Did you go to xyz High school?" The old lady with curly hair asked and Seonghwa responded yes, with a smile. "Aigoo, no wonder I've seen you before! You used to come here after school hours right?"

"Woah you remember!" You said, amazed. "So you guys became a couple huh? Ooh, such a cute and romantic dynamic. It's always the childhood sweethearts." She said while poking her fingers at Seonghwa's shoulder who was too perplexed to even deny her. You bit back a smile, watching his cheeks glow red and his silly reactions. He hadn't changed one bit.

Then when you sat on the bench near Han river, to watch a firework show. You don't think you can hold onto the feelings you felt when you were with him. It was so fuzzy...and warm. Like home..as you always said.

This time Seonghwa spoke, while gazing at the star filled sky, his eyes were bright once again. You aren't sure what he said at the start... because you were mesmerized by his magical looks...and not just because of his face, you could see yourself kissing his soft lips, holding his face in your hands, hugging him....

"Every time we're together, I just feel so happy and fulfilled..." 'I just wish I was brave enough to say the words, but maybe you feel the same way?'

You heard him say....and a smile creeped up your lips as he looked at you. A moment later the fireworks started to explode and your attention was preoccupied by them..in various colours they piped in the dark sky. Like painting an empty canvas... that's exactly how Seonghwa made you feel.

"I love you..."

You whispered while enjoying the fireworks, knowing damn well your words were muffled due to the loud noise of those fireworks. And yet it felt so light....that you couldn't stop smiling. "Hey..." He called for you and when you looked at him, he was holding out two sparklers, that ngit you lit then and smiled like children.

'I wish I was brave enough to tell you how I truly felt...'

"Hwa!" Your knuckles knock on the door of his hotel room. He wasn't living in his old house with parents but seperately, he said he wanted to buy an apartment just like you. Which amde you chuckle.

Today, you stood in front of his door because you were finally ready to confess after a contemplation of a week. Holding a bouquet, with a blush on your face. However, Seonghwa didn't seem to respond.

"..oh the door is unlocked?" Your hands wrap around the door knob and open it up, "..is he not home?" mumbling to yourself, you took in the view the room provided. The silence was really strange and uncomfortable. Because you could hear... something.

You turned around swiftly, in hopes for finding someone...but there was no one. A sound of something falling from the left greeted you, and your anxiety was growing...you didn't want to whisper for some reason. You just followed the voice, hoping that it was Seonghwa. It lead you to the bathroom.

A sigh left your lips once you saw Seonghwa, his body turned around...and half naked? Your cheeks were red....and when he moved just a little to the left..

It was another woman.

Your heart sank to your stomach...and your eyes dropped down. Your eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly twitched. Unconsciously, you clenched on to the bouquet, not realising it had thorns, which pricked one of your fingers.

A tears drop fell and mixed with the blood from your lips because you were biting on it too hard. With a sigh, you stormed away, but on your way you slammed the door. Throwing the bouquet somewhere in the hallway, the blood had trickled down till your wrists, while your lips won't stop bleeding and your tears....they were the same.

Fuck you didn't even have a car to escape as fast you wanted to.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

.....why?

Your feet took you somewhere you knew you'd feel better, if not...you won't feel terrible like you just did a few seconds ago. Your mind kept replaying the scene like a broken casette. Once you reached the garden...you plopped on the ground and hugged your knees.

Clicking your tongue, you bow your head.."it doesn't feel that bad..."

So you said....still crying as if you had been betrayed. You felt like your world was falling apart in front of your eyes.

Everything seemed to melt away, and the ground beneath your feet was turning to dust. Your chest felt like it was caving in on you, and could feel your heart breaking in your throat.

You knew this would happen, that some day he would meet someone else, but to see it right in front of you... to see the two of them together... You just... don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

"So...I never really knew you.." you cried with your breaking voice. Maybe... you took all this for granted again...

Two weeks had passed by.

And you and Seonghwa hadn't talked since then.

Remembering your conversation with Hongjoong was just absolutely painful at this point.

"So...do you like him then?"

"I don't want to."

"But..you do?"

"I do."

Then proceeding to cry out a river. It was all so funny to you. You were the one who rejected him first anyway.

...

Did you?

Oh fuck it who even cares if I didn't or not...i never had the courage to tell him how i felt. I was so afraid..a fucking coward!

"Y/n!"

You turned around to see the same man, you wanted to avoid. Because you knew if right now you saw him...you'd break.

"Where have you been?" He came running towards you in his dress shirt, his tie loosened up, a few buttons opened. His hair still styled up, looked like he had just gotten off from his office.

He had grown up.

He came in front of you and painted while his hands were on his knees. "Wooyoung said he wanted to meet you again and it-"

"Let's stop acting like this Seonghwa." Your stern voice caught him off guard and he looked at you with a concerned look. "What?...but you agreed.."

"I did...and honestly, I'm sorry i did. I was an idiot." Your throat felt so hoarse and tight, eyes were glazed over, staring at the person in front of you.

You were trying so hard to stay calm and collected, but the tears were welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"No, no, no" you whispered to yourself, you can't break down like a child again. It was all for the best...right?"

"Did...did something happen?" His hand extended to stop you, to hold you, to embrace you...instead you took a step back, "You...have so many people that you have to meet. So many things that you have to do...I think it's best to spend them.. without me. Oh and.."

Your hand shuffle through your bag and take out a bracelet with a star charm, you remember you used to have an identical one but with an infinity charm, "here...keep this."

Seonghwa took the item in his hand, thoroughly observing it, "you...found this?"

"Mhm...I kept it when you untied it and there it in the middle of the ground." Seonghwa looked absolutely distraught. This was no what he had expected when he came back from the office, "don't keep sanitizers in your car." As though you were trying to make him realise what he had done wrong, you bitterly smiled but looked at him for the last time, "it'll remind you of us."

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[mingtinys]

Eyes on Me

pairing : park seonghwa x gn!reader

fluff , slice of life

warnings : none

word count : 3.3 k

requested ? no

a/n : park seonghwa is an absolute sweetheart but also a complete tease and i stand by that  — also believe it or not, but this was supposed to be short,,, uhhhhhhh

The weather channel, per usual, had grossly underestimated just how volatile the storm would turn. What was originally just supposed to be a light flurry with the slight chance of icy roads quickly spiraled into nearly a foot of snow knocking down power lines and trees at subzero temperatures. Your small, one-bedroom apartment became a pitch-black icebox within the hour. No amount of scented candles and fluffy blankets made it even remotely bearable.

Maybe, had the forecast been even a little more accurate, you would've taken the day to prepare better. Charge your phone, have a portable charger at the ready, gather non-perishable food and drinks. If you'd known the storm would be this brutal you might have even splurged on a generator. But no sense dwelling over it now.

The frigid air burns your lungs as you take in a deep breath, releasing it in a white puff. Your phone rests next to you, untouched and on airplane mode for the past hour in hopes to spare what little battery you had left. But boredom is starting to gnaw at your insides and making your fingers itch for something to do. It couldn't hurt to at least check the weather app for an update, you justify.

You let your impulses win, clicking off airplane mode and swiping over to your weather app. Your phone buzzes continuously, flooding with dozens of missed notifications, though one name, in particular, catches your attention.

Missed call from "hwa <3" — 9:23 pm

Missed call from "hwa <3" — 9:34 pm

New text from "hwa <3" — 9:36 pm

New text from "hwa <3" — 9:51 pm

Missed facetime from "hwa <3" — 10:02 pm

You can't even finish scrolling through the sheer amount of missed alerts when Seonghwa's name pops up with yet another call illuminating your screen. You debate it for a moment, but ultimately decide you can spare a few bars to answer him instead of texting.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God," he sighs, voice raspy and deep. "I've been trying to call you for the past forty minutes."

"Sorry," you switch the call to speaker and tuck your arm back into your cocoon of blankets, already starting to shiver from the cold hair hitting it. "I had my phone on airplane mode to save battery and just now got your notifs. Is everything all right?"

"That's what I was gonna ask you. Do you have power?"

"Mm-mm, I don't think anyone in Seoul does right now. Do you guys?"

"No, we lost ours a while ago." He thinks for a beat. "Are you warm enough?"

"I'm managing. Got a few candles burning and some blankets."

"And your phone? What's it on?"

"Like thirty percent, should last me till tomorrow as long as I don't use it too much." You know what he's doing. And as endearing as it is, you wish he wouldn't worry over you so much and get himself some much-needed rest instead. A city-wide snowstorm seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally take a break from his responsibilities and busy schedule. But here he was instead, fussing over your well-being. You try to give vague yet satisfactory answers so he won't stress as much, yet he keeps going.

"And your door is locked, right?"

"Yep."

"What about food? The pipes might freeze, do you have water?"

"Went grocery shopping a few days ago, should be enough to last me until the streets clear up."

"Do you—"

"Seonghwa, my love." You cut his rambling short. "I'm fine, please don't worry about me so much."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just don't like the idea of you alone with the power out, not to mention the temperature is supposed to drop even more." You can clearly envision Seonghwa chewing at his bottom lip, a nervous habit he could never seem to shake.

"I'll try to check in every few hours or so, but I really do need to save my battery."

"You know what? Why don't you just come to the dorms and wait out the storm with us?"

With the cold air seeping past your blanket fortress and into your bones mixed with the eerie silence of your apartment, his offer sounds tempting. But the anxiety of feeling like a burden stops you from immediately jumping at it. "Are you sure that'd be okay? I thought you guys weren't allowed to have anyone over."

"Eh, I'll just tell them it was an emergency. Besides, the guys would love to see you—"

Just then, a voice cuts in causing Seonghwa to chuckle. "Is that Y/N!?"

"Yeah, it is— I think they miss you more than I do. Hongjoong even said he might try and start up a fire in the fireplace."

"I didn't think that thing was even functional."

"I guess we'll find out," Seonghwa's gentle laugh warms your heart in such a way you forget for a split second about your icy surroundings. It would be nice to see him.

You consider the offer again and mull over the consequences, but still feel a bit apprehensive about invading their space. "I don't know, I'd hate to cause trouble."

"Darling, your safety is way more important than some stupid rule. I'll take the blame if it comes to it."

The raspy undertone of his voice has faded throughout the duration of your call, leaving behind a much silkier, honey-like tone in its place. It's something you've never been able to resist. You're ninety percent sure Seonghwa figured this out long and uses it from time to time to get his way.

"If you come over, I'll let you pick any sweater you want to keep warm. And after everyone goes to sleep maybe we can finally have some alone time~" He drawls in a sing-song.

You cave. "You drive a tough bargain, Park Seonghwa. Fine, give me a bit to gather my things and then I'll head over. Are you guys hungry at all? I have a bunch of stuff that'll go bad if it isn't eaten soon."

"Very."

"Okay." Unraveling yourself from the warm cocoon of blankets you'd cultivated is pure agony. The cold pricks your skin and causes your joints to stiffen up and ache. You stretch, a warm sensation flowing through your muscles as they flex. You grab a backpack and begin to gather containers of food and other necessities, "I'll try to be over in thirty, but it may take longer with the snow."

"Wait— You're not walking here are you?"

You shrug on the first winter coat you can find, it's not the best, but it'll do for the time being. You’re determined to leave before the snow picks back up again. "Well, I doubt there are any taxis running or Ubers available with the roads how they are."

"You're not walking all the way here in the cold, alone. Just wait there and I'll come get you."

"Seonghwa, I'm grown enough to walk thirty minutes by myself, there's no sense in both of us freezing our asses off. I'm heading out now, I'll be there shortly." You hang up before he has the chance to protest any further.

With one last round around your apartment to make sure you don't leave anything behind you sling the bag over your shoulder, slip your phone into your coat pocket, and step out onto the snow-covered streets.

You instantly regret not appreciating just how cozy your apartment really was. It could be considered a sauna when compared to the outside. Maybe you should have spent more time looking for a heavier coat or layered on some extra socks; because it only takes a few seconds for the wintery weather to infiltrate your wardrobe and sink into your skin. It probably wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the wind being so aggressive.

It's fine, you just have to make it thirty minutes, maybe a little less, you tell yourself. Though with the way you're shivering, even ten minutes might be a bit too ambitious. Regardless, it's too late to turn back now. So you trudge on, starting your treacherous journey with careful steps through the deep snow and ice. A good bit of it has already been packed down by others, unfortunate souls who likely got stuck outside on their way home from work when it first hit.

However, apart from the various boot marks in the snow, the street is desolate. Your only company being the occasional solar-powered streetlamp lighting your way. You're thankful they'd retained enough of their charge from the day so as to not leave you in complete darkness. True to your earlier predictions, the better part of Seoul seems to be out of power as well. The monstrous skyscrapers which would usually stand tall and illuminate the city with their LED advertisements are pitch black. They blend into the endless night sky, disappearing into the abyss.

White specks of celestial lights you normally wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing peak through the darkness and watch over your journey. You could really get used to this type of view. The sound of crunching snow beneath your boots turns rhythmic, and you find yourself at peace with the icy atmosphere. You decide to make a game out of sorting the bright stars from their slow-drifting snowflake counterparts dancing amongst their light.

It works like a charm. Because by the time you finally notice the tall figure swiftly approaching, you have no sense of how much time has passed. Their jet black hair is sprinkled with delicate white flakes and you internally groan at the familiar overcoat.

"I thought I told you to wait," you deadpan, arms crossed over your chest at the man before you.

"And I thought you knew me better than that," he leans down so that his face is level with your own and taps your nose with his finger.

"You're so annoying." You swat at his hand. "It's not even that bad out."

He quirks an eyebrow at your obvious bluff. "Not even that bad out— look at you, you're shaking! You know, I knew you wouldn't dress warm enough. Come here." Seonghwa motions with his hand for you to step forward, and begrudgingly you do. He unfolds the spare coat he has draped over his arm and wraps it around your shivering form. It's large and puffy, providing instant protection from the elements. Next, he pulls off his scarf and wraps it a few times around your neck, fluffing it up so the fabric covers your nose. It smells like him, and you tuck your chin down into it to relish in more of the sweet scent.

"Here, let me take your bag." You shrug off your bag and hand it to him without question. There's really no sense voicing any sort of protest when he gets like this, might as well just cooperate and enjoy the extra attention.

"How are your hands?"

You hold them up and wriggle out your fingers, a dull and numb ache setting in from the cold. "Mm, they'll be fine—" Seonghwa tsks disapprovingly.

Wordlessly, he takes your hands into his own and cups them up to his lips. He exhales out long, warm breaths that bring feeling back to your fingers almost instantly. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch Seonghwa tend to your hands with the utmost care. "You're so cute when you're all fussy about my well-being."

Seonghwa shoots you a look, but it melts away with your subsequent giggles. "I think you worry me on purpose."

"Gotta keep you on your toes somehow," you shrug with a wink, to which Seonghwa rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance. After a few more puffs, Seonghwa guides one of your hands to the pocket of your, really his, puffy jacket. He then laces his fingers with your own of your free hand and gently tugs you along. "Come on, let's get you out of the cold."

You gladly step in stride with him, walking side by side for the rest of the journey. Neither of you speak much, if at all for the remaining fifteen-minute walk. So you tune back into the crunching of snow below your boots and busy yourself with your surroundings.

Though this time, you find yourself stealing glances at the man beside you in leu of the night sky. He's somehow even more memorizing. From the point of his nose to the curve of his lips, Park Seonghwa is truly a sight to behold. You can't tell if the slight rosy tint on his cheeks is due to him noticing your lingering gaze or the cold. You'd like to think it's the former. You smile to yourself, content with the cold so long as Seonghwa is there.

The two of you round a corner and the KQ dorms finally come into view, grand in its size. You've seen the outside of the building plenty of times, yet only had the pleasure of seeing the inside once. And as Seonghwa leads you up a flight of stairs and to the front door, you feel more and more relieved to finally escape the elements. It grows as he takes out a set of keys and slips his hand from yours to unlock the door. Though, midway he pauses.

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowing at the set of keys left in the deadbolt mechanism and Seonghwa's hand ghosting the handle. "Hwa~" you whine, tucking your hands back into your coat pockets. "Why'd you stop? C'mon it's cold."

His shoulders shake with a deep chuckle at your complaints and he turns on his heels to face you, a certain glint in his eyes. You blink back at the tall man, slightly annoyed. Before you’re able to voice your displeasure with his actions once again, Seonghwa steps in closer, pressing you back against the metal railing of the porch-like structure. 

Using two fingers, he tugs at the scarf he lent you, peeling it away from the lower half of your face. Your nose crinkles at the sharp contact the chilled air makes with your skin, though it doesn't stay for long. Seonghwa's palms, somehow still warm, find their place cupping your jawline.

You pull in a slow breath and hold it in your lungs as his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. His gaze stays locked with your own, only to stray downwards moments later. They flick back and forth a few times, only ever settling on your lips for no more than half a second before trailing back up. The tip of his tongue pokes out ever so slightly between his lips, a ghost of a smile pulling at his cheeks. Pretty, you think.

Your fingers twitch restlessly in your pockets as you wait for him to do something. However, his gaze grows heavier the longer the two of you stand there. A few more seconds pass and you finally duck your head and break eye contact, his stare too intense for your heart to handle much longer. But your attempt proves unsuccessful.

Seonghwa catches the underside of your chin with his pointer finger and tilts your head back. "Eyes on me, Darling."

Your mind goes fuzzy with his honey-like voice, and it's very possible Park Seonghwa will be the death of you long before the frostbite ever could. He leans down, cupping your face once more to guide your lips to his. The sly smile gracing his features only grows as you lift yourself onto your toes to meet him halfway.

There's a rush of warmth and adrenaline the moment your lips finally meet, he tastes of pure ecstasy. His lips mold to yours perfectly, moving delicately and without haste. Seonghwa kisses you just as he always does; like time as stopped and there's all the time in the world. It makes your brain feel like mush and your legs turn to jelly. So much so that you pull your hands from your pockets and grip the freezing railing behind to brace yourself. The action places the slightest of gaps between your bodies, one that Seonghwa remedies by slipping his arm down around your waist and drawing you back in.

Your hands leave the railing with the sudden action and you lose your balance once more. With a soft gasp, you break the kiss to steady yourself with Seonghwa's shoulders.

"It's okay, I've got you." He whispers, not even giving you half a second to recover before he dips back down to capture your lips once more. All the while his hold on your waist stays unwaveringly strong, pressing your bodies as close as your puffy coats will allow. You let your hands glide from the top of his shoulders to link behind his neck. Your fingers thread into and toy with the longer stands of his hair that lay in wisps at his nape.

It's a moment you wish to last forever and Seonghwa tries his absolute hardest to do just that. Wrapped up in each other, basking in the scenery and slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen — in a good way. But unfortunately, even with his trained lungs that could hold the longest of notes on stage you'd ever heard, Seonghwa pulls away breathlessly. His eyes have a slight haze to them as he smiles down at you, letting his thumb graze over the skin of your cheek.

"What was that about?" You ask, voice breathy.

He hums. "Just wanted a moment to have you to myself before we go in." Seonghwa leans in one last time and places a chaste kiss in the space just between your eyes. "I'm sorry for keeping you out here for so long."

"S'okay," you beam at him, the corners of your mouth pulling up into a subtle smirk. "I didn't really mind the cold. However, I was promised one of your sweaters, so~"

He narrows his eyes at you, "Is that really what you've been thinking about this whole time?"

You look up and to the side, feigning deep thought, then shrug. "Eh, more or less."

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes go wide. "More or less— wah! You're unbelievable!" He takes his hand from your cheek to poke the center of your forehead, sending you into a fit of giggles.

"Walk thirty minutes in the harsh Winter to make sure you're safe and this is what I get. The world really is cruel." He's all pouty and monologuing the way a betrayed Shakesperian character would as he moves to finish unlocking the door. Though the playfully dramatic tone in his voice and the minute curve of his lips dampen the impact of his whines.

"In all fairness, you did that of your own accord."

He stops struggling with the lock for a moment to shoot you a side-eye. You suppress another laugh in favor of not damaging his pride too much. Then you slip in front of Seonghwa and take over working the key inside the lock.

"And for the record—" A click resonates from the deadbolt as you successfully twist the silver key. You crane your neck and lift yourself up onto your toes so that your lips ghost the shell of Seonghwa's ear and purposely drop your voice to a purring whisper. "—I'll be taking your black and white striped sweater."

"Hey—!"

Seonghwa is cut clean off when you push the door open and a chorus of loud, excited voices shout your name. And sure enough, in the corner, is a small and flickering fire. Pitiful yet welcoming in all its glory.

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[kileaderie]

Hate

   .ii. Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

   .ii. Genre: Angst, Smut

   .ii. AU Selected: Office

   .ii. Warnings: dom!Seonghwa, sub!Reader, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, strong language, name calling (slut), dirty talk, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, etc.

Word Count: 4.8K+

Summary: Your co-worker hate you, but you didn't care. You continue to get on his nerves but one day, he shows you how hateful he can get.

Author’s Note: Been keeping this for months, hopefully y’all enjoy it! I’m still working on a few more things for you all, fighting!

Seonghwa sighed, his back aching while trying to concentrate on work. Piles of papers were laying before him and he was reading the same document over and over again. He could see the letters but didn't understand them. His mind was somewhere else.

She's so annoying, he was thinking to himself. She did it on purpose, didn't she?

It was so frustrating not knowing why you acted like that. He told you, right? He warned you that there will be consequences if you embarrassed him in front of anyone. And yet you did it. You spilled the coffee on his chest, dirtying his shirt with dark stains. But that's not all, you began to apologize and attempt to wipe the stains out of his clothes, setting him in a strange sense of dismay.

People were looking at him, whispering, including the boss and other members of the company. First, he thought that you did it by accident, but then he saw a little glow of triumph in your eyes. The sound of knocking on his desk pulled him from the grip of memories. He sighed again, raising his eyes from the papers, and he froze at that moment.

"What now?"

"Nothing, I just want to disturb you." You smiled before walking to your desk.

Seonghwa gripped the papers, cursing under his breath as he watches you. There's always been something about you that he can't quite put his finger on. Maybe it's the way you speak eloquently. Maybe it's the way you dress smartly. Maybe it's the way you catch him curiously watching you from time to time like he's waiting for you to fuck up or step out of line, which you did.

He hates it, he hates you.

He can't stand the way you look at him, how you keep bothering his mind even though you didn't actually do it. Both of you hate each other, but you love to make him lose his nerves. You just can't stop bothering him, every day, you'll always think of something to make him angry. Seonghwa closed his ears with his palms when a loud thud echoed the small office that you both shared with.

"Argh! What's wrong with you?!" He glares at you.

"What? It felt on its own, you can't blame me." You put on a serious face.

He rolled his eyes and went to read the documents again. Once he turns away, you snickered, holding up your laugh, and go to pick up the files that you purposely knocked over. Seonghwa rubbed his temples, his eyes twitched to look at you. You bend down to collect the files, and he could see your cleavage showing, teasing him.

He instantly closed his eyes with his hand, grunting as he hates but loves the sight. How many times had he told you that you can't wear provocative clothes? Never, he doesn't want to be called and teased by you for being a pervert, for checking you out. But your hair is so beautiful that he can't force you to change the haircut. You're too pretty like that, it was distracting him so much and he hates it so much he could get a major headache.

"God, how did I ever end up being in the same office room with you?"

"Because I asked the boss to put us together." You cheered, smiling at him.

He looks at you in shock, sighing as he tilts his head backward. You stepped gracefully, holding binders filled with documents in your hand while the other hand patted his neck softly. He stiffened for a moment by your touch but his eyes glared at you. He swatted your hand off of him and you chuckle, going back to your seat.

Yeosang pokes his head into your and Seonghwa's office, his eyes slowly scanning the area. He noticed the peaceful atmosphere and stepped in, walking past Seonghwa's desk and making his way towards you. He leaned forward, talking to you in a sensual voice, flirting with you.

"Are you free this weekend?"

"I'm always free for you." You whispered.

You and Yeosang aren't dating but in fact, just friends with benefits. Every weekend, you'll spend the day together, going to movies, hanging out, or just chilling. But when it's night, he'll bring you to the club where he'll enjoy watching you swing that ass of yours and lastly fuck the living shit out of you at his apartment.

Seonghwa knew it all too well since he'll always overhear Yeosang telling the other male employees about how great you are the next day you guys had sex. But what's more shocking is that you aren't just fucking around with Yeosang but almost half of the male employees in the office. All except him.

He felt angry and disappointed, why would you fuck other guys when you love to tease him so much? He wonders this more than once, letting it go but he'll always ask himself the same question over and over again when he sees you. Of course, he'd lie to others that he once fucked you but he hoped you didn't expose him for lying. He silently listens to your conversation with Yeosang, his hand came down to his thigh and slowly rubbed it.

"See you this Saturday, baby." He winked, walking out of the office.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, fixed his position, and clenched his jaw when you called his name. "Seonghwa. Hey, Hwa."

"What?" "Your thighs are itchy?" He looks at you and realized he has been rubbing his thigh for quite a while.

"N-None of your business!" He said before getting up, leaving the office with a flustered face.

Seonghwa rushes into the restroom, wetting his face in the sink before looking at himself in the mirror. He clenched his fist, groaning as he could feel his cock straining in his underwear, growing warm when he remembered the details that Yeosang had told about sex with you. He then went inside one of the cubicles, locking it.

He puts down the toilet lid and sits on it. He stays there for a little longer, bouncing his left leg up and down. He immediately felt his dick growing in his pants, saying hello to its owner. His hand slowly reaches his little friend, palming himself through the fabric. He groans, fumbling with his belt and unzipping his zipper.

Ignoring everything around him, Seonghwa took off his pants just so he can pull out his dick. Closing his eyes, he bit his bottom lip. Rolling them between his fingers, he moaned softly. Suddenly, his mind flashed to the way you look at him, and the tits he had seen only a short while ago. Wondering if you would have given him head, or even jerk him off.

The thoughts had made him increase his speed. He tugged at his cock quicker, and the sound of the bathroom door opening nearby made him reluctantly open his eyes. He stopped his movements as he hears other colleagues' voices in the same area as him. He cover his mouth with the other hand, slowly moving the other as he was close.

Seonghwa wished you were here, jerking him off and causing him to undone. His thumb rubbed over his slit, and he could feel the fire burning in the pit of his stomach grew more and more. Seonghwa was unable to keep his eyes open as he leaned his head back. He imagines him fucking you senselessly and not the other men.

"F-Fuck.." He moans as soon as the guys outside have left.

Seonghwa's hand was pumping his cock fast, the poor male's legs were shaking with pleasure. He moaned your name as he came with a few sorts of cum, his hand can't stop, he hates it, hates how you're the reason he's jerking himself off in the men's bathroom. Quickening his pumping, he reached down and played with his balls. Not long after, hot spurts of cum landed on the cold tiles and Seonghwa was breathing heavily.

"I hate you, Y/n.." He mumbled, tucking himself back into his pants.

Yeosang wrapped an arm around your waist, walking with you into the club. The bass from the music pounded through your bones with every beat, sending your blood pulsing through your veins. The heat around you was building up with every movement, bodies pushing in from every side as they all moved to the rhythm of the thrumming music.

"I'll get the drinks." He says, walking towards the bar.

You went to the seat in the corner, sitting alone as you watch other people dance on the dance floor. After a while, Yeosang came with two glasses of drinks, handing one to you. You thanked him, tipping up the glass as you take sips. You sighed, and he nudges your elbow, asking if you wanted to dance.

You agreed.

Dance brings you joy. But what's more, is how he'll place his hands on you. How his body was so close to you, feeling like you can't breathe seeing his angelic face. He then buried his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing your new perfume. Smiling, he bites your skin, whispering in your ear with his deep voice.

"Let's get more drinks and we're out of here."

That's exactly how you're in Yeosang's apartment, getting naked, getting into foreplay, he'll worship your body like no other. However, when it came to sex, you'll always remind him to wear a condom or pull out. You are on birth control, and of course, you're clean, it's just that... You're waiting for someone you've wanted for such a long time, you're just hoping he'll take the hint and make the first move.

You're waiting for him.

You woke up to the sound of the noise from the kitchen. Getting up to the closet, you wore the bathrobe that you'll always wear and head on over to the kitchen. Yeosang smiled, walking towards you and kissing your cheek before he focused back on the pancake he was making.

"You sure don't want to get more sleep?"

"Why so?" He just shrugged. "Well, you fell asleep during our first round, looks like someone is hardworking these days."

You snickered. "I'm just too drunk I guess." He'd shake his head. "Sure you were."

He handed you a plate of pancakes, topping it with some strawberries and maple syrup. He licked his finger which was covered with maple syrup. You smiled, thanking him with a peck on the lips. You could taste the maple syrup on his tongue and he knows that look in your eyes as you stare at his lips.

"Breakfast can wait.. Let me have you first." He whispered, pulling you towards the bedroom.

Seonghwa was walking around in the supermarket, pushing his trolley as he looks at the shelves. Getting the usual grocery that he list, he walks to the men's healthcare aisle. Scanning the shelf, he takes a deodorant and has a sniff. Unsatisfied, he tries the others. Just then, a couple stands next to him, checking the shelf as well.

"Oh, I found it." The boyfriend said, pointing.

Seonghwa lowered his gaze to see but quickly looks away. There were condoms, right next to the deodorant and men's razors section he's at. He gulped, sniffing the other deodorant and quickly putting the one he likes in his trolley. He heard their giggles, and he blushed as they started dirty talking. He quickly walks away, to the cashier.

Getting into his house, he arranges the stuff he had brought to their places. He took off his cap. putting it on the bed. Seonghwa sighs and was about to enter the bathroom, but his phone rings. It was you, weird, what do you want? He muttered, picking up the call. He heard moans and was taken aback.

He was about to hang up the call since he doesn't want to invade your privacy. However, there was Yeosang's voice too, his eyes grew wider than just now. Swallowing greedily, he focused on your voice, the sound of your whine and whimper, the way you beg for Yeosang, screaming his name, it made his fists clench.

Don't call his name.

Scream mine.

Say Park Seonghwa.

Please.

He took a deep breath as he heard your loud moan, reaching your orgasm. You panted and Seonghwa was holding on to his breath. He hangs up the call, staring at the phone for a moment. He then sits on the bed, clenching the bedsheets as he feels his wrath grow.

I'll make her pay for this.

It's been weeks and you wonder why would Seonghwa ignores every little thing you do. You try to distract him by touching his thigh in the meeting room, but he didn't show any reaction, in fact, he was so focused on the boss, not pay a single glance at you. You began to get frustrated when he instantly left the meeting room when it was over.

You lean your chin on your palm, staring at Seonghwa as he casually types on his keyboard. His delicate hands move freely and you sigh. Once and then twice. You noticed your little move causes his eyebrow to twitch. Finally, you know what to triggers him, he's sensitive to the sounds you made not the actions.

You started your plan by drumming your fingers on the desk, and next, your heels tapping on the floor. You smirked when you saw his adam's apple bobbed up, gulping. Seonghwa glances over and caught by you, smiling mischievously as you recognized that face of his. He raised from his seat, going towards your desk.

"Looks like someone is mad." You teased, leaning against your chair.

"Looks like someone is hungry for dicks." He retorts which surprised you.

He leaned forward, resting his palms on your desk. You raised a brow at him, sucking a breath as he came face to face with you. His stone-cold expression makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You stare at each other and he made the first move, just like you've been wishing for. He raises your chin with his fingers as he scoffed.

"Slut." He whispered.

"I am not." You glare at him.

"Say it again."

"I am-" He squeezes your cheeks with his hand causing you to stop mid-sentence. "Slut, that's what you are."

He smirked, leaning closer to your face. You gulped and try to release yourself from him but he gripped your cheeks more. You both shared eye contact for a good five seconds before he whispered, mouthing I hate you and harshly releasing your face.

He smiled as he saw the surprised look you had when you stare at him. He scoffed and went to his desk again, just in time, a co-worker knocked and came into the office room. If he didn't keep his cool, she would've walked in him and you by the window, fucking.

It was almost midnight and most of your co-workers had left the building, especially Seonghwa who was the first to step out of the office you both shared. You were given extra tasks but luckily you get to finish them in a nick of time.  You swept your hair out of your face when you walk out of the office. Your heels made clicking sounds as you step onto the hard floor.

You drove back to your apartment, a place where you can relax your mind. That's what you thought until you instantly saw Seonghwa standing right in front of your door as soon as you stepped out of the elevator.

"What are you doing here?"

"My car's tire flattens, and I don't have a spare tire in the car. Since your place is the closest to where I was, I came here." He shrugged.

"You could've gotten the cab or something."

"Just open the door, I'm freezing here." He urges.

"You don't tell me what to do, and I don't give you permission to enter either." You said, unlocking the door but shoving him out.

He scoffed. "I waited hours in the cold and you'll just kick me out?"

"That's why you'll have to think twice before coming here!" You snapped and he looked down.

"Well, how about Yeosang?" You tilted your head. "What?" He raised his head.

"And other male workers? Oh, even other random guys you had brought into your apartment? How come they can go in and I don't?"

"They're just sex buddies, nothing more." You were about to close the door but he stopped you.

"Then, let me be one of your sex buddies too." He said, pushing the door fully open. "Seonghwa- No!"

He pulled you inside and locked the door, throwing his bag on the floor before taking off his jacket. You called his name but he continues to undress, going for his tie, and went to untuck his shirt. He was about to unbutton his button-up shirt but you yelled at him, catching his attention.

"We can't do this." You mumbled when you saw the tears in his eyes. "Why.. Why would you say no to me but yes to everybody."

"Why would you say yes to him and not me?! Why would you make me hate you even when I don't want to!? What is your purpose, Y/n!" He was out of breath, tears threatening to fall.

"Because I don't want to fall in love with you."

"I fear rejection."

"That's why I'll always mess around with other guys and not you."

You both eye each other. And you were the first to break down, tears rolling down your cheeks as you clenched your fist. Seonghwa was not far behind, his tears slowly dropped, following the line of his cheekbones.

"Y/n, it's too late now, I have fallen for you." He whispered, stepping closer.

"I hate you but my love for you grows stronger as you keep bothering me." He cradles your cheeks softly this time.

"And I don't want to hate you anymore, so please, love me?"

He leaned in, kissing you soundly before dropping his lips to your neck. You let out a deep moan as he bites the skin, marking you as his. He runs his hands down your sides. Burning a pathway in your skin beneath your clothes with his fingers. He grows at the sight of you.

He slowly moves you to the wall,  slamming your back against it. You roll your hips into him making him groan against your neck. The silly fight had gotten to him and now here he was, fingers digging into your hips, his mouth devouring yours, grinding his hardness mercilessly against you.

You tug on his collar and he pulls away, panting heavily as he stares at you. He nodded and you slowly began to unbutton his shirt as you admire his body. Your hands touch his chest, up to his shoulders, and his neck. He takes the shirt off, letting you see his perfect figure. He started to unbuckle his belt and you help to push his pants down.

He wasn't ready went you dropped to your knees. It feels like a dream to him, it's finally happening. You were stroking his thighs, seeing his thighs flexed makes your heart race. You stopped for a second, tilting your head up to look at him. He looks ethereal. You then focused on his briefs, his hard cock straining out.

"Can I do it?" You asked, gulping.

He nodded, whispering, "Go ahead."

The sight of his member lifting out of his briefs had your lips parting in awe, saliva gathering in your mouth purely at the glorious size of him. You knew you would not be able to take him, but you were willing to try once you had him flushed and on the edge of his high. Your mouth finally parting and sliding down his length certainly did.

The sound of Seonghwa groaning with such satisfaction had you pushing your thighs together, the depth of it unbelievably arousing and distracting you momentarily. After refocusing on the task at hand, you started to work your mouth and fingers in unison, pumping up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, milking as much pleasure as you possibly could through the way that your tongue traced delicately around his length, caressed the vein that throbbed eagerly on the underside, hollowing your cheeks so that you could suck hard.

From his lips slipped your name in delicious moans and throaty grunts, hips rolling up into your mouth with a fuck you are so good or praising when you would venture deeper for him with that's a good girl drifting into your ears and making you whimper quietly around him which straining to refrain from reaching your free fingers between your thighs to satisfy yourself.

Seonghwa's hand that was tangled in the strands of your hair had gone slightly slack with the euphoria that was rushing throughout his limbs, tightening every time you would push down, encouraging you to go deeper, harder. But you were in the mood to make him wait, for him to earn the privilege of feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat.

"Y/n, faster, I'm close.." He groaned, resting a hand against the wall behind you as the other hand gripped your hair tightly.

His entire muscles frame quivered at the sensation. Eyes fluttering shut, he thrusts forward, cumming in your mouth. You smiled as you swallowed, looking up at him. After you kiss the tip of his dick, he instantly pulls you up, slamming you against the wall again. He went for another kiss, more aggressive than before.

"Say you love me." He muttered.

"Come on, say the word love on me." He bit your earlobe.

"I l-love you, Seonghwa.." You obeyed, resting your hands on his chest.

Seonghwa hummed as he pulled away from you and looked you up and down. Your eyes were full of lust, you want him and you want him now. His fingers lightly touches your shoulder and quickly went to unbutton your shirt. He moved his eyes down to your chest. that's where he saw the cup of your bra peeking out as he was halfway done unbuttoning. His finger looped around the strap and slowly let it down your skin.

"You are so perfect.." He whispered, caressing your skin.

He licked his lips before diving to kiss your neck, trailing down to your chest where he'll unzip your skirt, letting it down slowly. You let out a breathy moan when he slipped his hand into your panties. His fingers toying with your clit and casually poking your entrance multiple times, letting out the sound of wetness.

"Did you get turned on by sucking me off?" He scoffed.

"I knew you're a slut."

Suddenly, he picked you up, going to the bedroom. His dick pressing against your naked stomach as he opens the door to the bedroom. You were laying flat on the bed, staring into his eyes as he lowered himself, resting his elbows on either side of your head. You gasped, the way his cock rested on your stomach and slowly moved up and down made you shiver.

He feels warm, very warm.

Seonghwa smiles as he likes the way you're looking at him. Eyes half-opened, mouth slightly agape, and chest heaving up and down. He grabbed his cock, pumping it a little before aiming for your entrance. You stuttered as he slowly pushed in and whimpered as he was halfway inside you. You grabbed the bed sheet, listening to his coos as he pushes all the way in. He's the longest you've ever had and probably the best one so far.

"Are you okay?" He asked, caressing your cheeks.

You nodded and he grabbed your chin harshly. "Say it properly."

"Y-yes, Hwa.." You stuttered, shakily nodding.

He smirked, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. You were moaning when he started to shallowly thrust in and out. His tip perfectly hits your cervix, and your walls clenched on him once he latched his mouth on your nipple. His warm mouth kissed and sucked your nipple as his eyes stared innocently yet devil-like into your eyes.

The silly fight had gotten to him and now here he was, on top of you as he quickens his pace. You were enjoying this too much, so much that Seonghwa begin to slow down just before you can reach your climax. You gazed at him, eyes searching for an answer while your hips moved on their own. He noticed what you were doing and push your stomach down, his fingers digging into your hips as his mouth devoured yours.

"I should give you punishments for all of the teasings you did." He kissed your cheek.

"I could edge you for hours." He gives a sharp thrust.

"A-ah!" You whined, his pace suddenly quickens. "Or I could make you cum over and over again until I'm satisfied."

"I like the face you're making, let's go for the second choice." He grinned, ramming into you fast.

The night keeps on going and you wonder how long you both had been doing it. The way Seonghwa holds you gently yet firmly by your hips as he rams into you from behind. You panted, tears on your face and sweat glistening all over your skin. You were so lost in thoughts, your eyes were half-closed as you clenched on him. Seonghwa smirked, leaning down his upper body fully, his chest met your back.

"What's wrong? Don't you like to be in multiple rounds and multiple positions?"

"I-I.. I like it.." You answered and your spine shivered as he massaged your breasts.

"Would you rather have sex with me or Yeosang?" His question came out of nowhere.

"Answer, slut." He insisted, his hands squeezing your breasts harshly.

"W-with you! Fuck, that hurts..!" You were breathing hard and his thrusts never faltered.

Seonghwa chuckled as he carefully fondled your breasts. He pinched your nipples to get a reaction from you, and his hand slowly went up to your neck. He grabbed your throat and tilt your head up, kissing you slowly. He stares at you for a while, amazed by the way you look at him now. He starts to feel things again, his eyes closed as he pushed your upper body down on the mattress, ass up with your legs spread wider. He intertwined your fingers with him as he quickly catch his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum.. I'll cum in you.. Make you mine.."

"M-My slut.."

His words made you clench on him in instant, and you were moaning like there's no tomorrow. He pounds into you quickly and hard, and you were the first to release. Sighing, you moved your hips with Seonghwa. The way he immediately gripped your wrists had made you flinch and the feeling of his cum being shot inside of you was incredible. He groaned, dick twitching as he spurts out more of his semen.

"Hold on, i-it keeps coming out." He exhaled, teeth nipping on your earlobe.

You whined at how full you are right now and once he's done, he thrusts in and out a few times before he pulls out slowly. His hot breath fanning on your back as he gets up. You remained on the bed, ass up as his cum oozing out of your pussy. He grinned at the view, his large hand softly touching your inner thigh, gradually moving up before shoving his fingers to fuck the cum back inside. You whimpered, even more, ass twitching as your hands clenched on the sheets.

"Such a dirty slut you are, huh?" He stilled his fingers in you.

"Taking my cum like a whore." He smiled, his other hand spanking your ass cheek harshly.

"O-only for you.." You mumbled. "What did you say? Can you say it louder this time?"

You bit your bottom lip. "Only for you!" You shouted. "That's a good girl."

He caressed your red ass and kissed your back before pulling out his fingers and humming at the taste of you and him. You then collapse on the bed, eyes teary as he lays beside you. He smiled, pulling you closer to his chest, cooing as it feels uncomfortable to move. He really gave you that feeling that you were going to struggle walking in the morning and this is the first time someone ever cum inside you and you were glad that it was him, someone, you've always wanted.

"Was I too rough with you?" You shake your head. "No, I like this new side of you."

He chuckles before he becomes hesitant again. "Do you think.. I'm, better than Yeosang?"

"Seonghwa, you're always the better one." You said, and he nodded.

"You said you love me, does that mean.."

"Slow down, big boy, take it slowly, would you?" He giggled, nodding afterward.

"Also, I'm sorry for being annoying every day and sorry that I spilled coffee on your shirt last time."

"It's okay, we are even now."

"Huh?"

"I already spilled my babies in you."

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[nixtape-foryou]

"Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you" - Zach Bryan

“If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.” – Claudia Adrienne Grandi

✿ SHOP...

SEONGHWA

Cherry blossoms, delicate and graceful, are often linked to gentleness, beauty, and the fleeting nature of life. Blooming in spring with a short lifespan, these flowers symbolize life's transience, highlighting the fragility and beauty of existence and emphasizing the importance of cherishing each moment.

YEOSANG

Astrantia flowers symbolize strength, innocence, protection, and courage, and have a historical use for medicinal purposes. They are also associated with meanings of beauty, magic, and spirituality for some.

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Mists of Celeste by hongism (362.7k) ★★ | Space Pirates AU, Psychological, Angst || Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you - aka - Happening across the infamous Scourge of the Black Sea and his crew of dangerous criminals was not on your to-do list, nor was joining said crew of pirates, yet life just seems to go like that sometimes.

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“Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful.” – Jim Carrey

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WONPIL

Delphiniums embody a message of cheerfulness, goodwill, and protective qualities, serving as a symbol of encouragement and joy. Universally recognized as 'big-hearted,' delphiniums come in various colors, each carrying its own significance. The prevalent blue signifies dignity and grace, while white and pink represent new life and the vibrant power of youth. These flowers beautifully convey sentiments and add layers of meaning through their diverse hues.

YOUNG K

Chrysanthemums, known for their reliability, thrive in various conditions and boast a history spanning thousands of years. With vibrant blooms in shades of yellow, red, orange, and pink, these flowers are not only cheerful but also enduring. The versatility and cultural significance of chrysanthemums, coupled with their practical use, make them a steadfast choice.

“You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.” — Walter Hagen

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JINYOUNG

The iris has a strong association with intelligence and communication and symbolizes hope, wisdom, trust, and valor. The iris carries rich historical meanings as it is linked to nobility, especially in France and Italy, and was once a symbol of gratitude in Victorian times.

“Flowers are like friends; they bring color to your world.” – Unknown

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JENO

The hollyhock, associated with majestic beauty, thrives in various soil conditions, surprisingly preferring impoverished earth for optimal growth. Hollyhucks are also tied to ambition due to its strength to grow in diverse conditions and its statuesque presence along fences and gates, which often reflects impressions of protection and safety in landscaping scenery.

"Let us live like flowers, wild and beautiful and drenched in sun." ― Ellen Everett

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S.COUPS

The allium flower's globe-like blooms, which are composed of numerous florets, represent the power found in unity and collective action. It reminds us that great accomplishments arise when we come together. Allium's symbolism goes beyond its visual appeal, emphasizing the connection between strength, unity, and collaboration.

JUN

Columbines symbolize lofty aspirations, endurance, risk-taking, and good fortune. It is often associated with The Fool tarot card, as they embody a life lived on the edge, while also representing faith and peace. Resilient in adverse conditions, these flowers encourage a leap of faith and embrace life's adventurous journey with their delicate beauty and symbolic meanings.

WONWOO

Zinnia flowers symbolize acclaim, affection, friendship, everlasting love, remembrance, and tribute. Their vibrant, round blossoms make them show-stopping blooms, gracing gardens from spring to autumn. The zinnia serves as a reminder not to take our loved ones for granted, embodying qualities that celebrate and cherish enduring connections.

WOOZI

The lotus flower, a symbol of purity, overcoming adversity, and rebirth, carries positive meanings across various cultures and religions. Thriving in swampy and unpleasant waters, its symbolism is rooted in the plant's ability to produce beautiful flowers amidst challenging conditions, which remind us that beauty can emerge even when life looks ugly.

MINGYU

The timeless rose, cherished across cultures, carries rich symbolism and various meanings. Renowned for their beauty and classic form, roses make a popular and versatile choice for gifting. Over time, they've become emblematic of profound emotions like love, passion, and admiration. With roses available for every sentiment and occasion, whether expressing love, friendship, or joy, these blooms offer a perfect way to convey heartfelt messages.

VERNON

Orange blossom flowers symbolize maturity, joy in love, innocence, and purity due to their snow-white color. They are unique as they bloom and bear fruit simultaneously, representing both fruitfulness and purity.

DINO

Craspedia flowers traditionally symbolize good health and wellness. Additionally, as modern symbols, they convey the sentiment that the recipient brightens the sender's world.

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13 Reasons Why You Should Visit Coffee Carat by lily-blue (Ongoing) || Various Themes || A series of love stories built around the same coffee shop: its owner, his employees, his close friends and the customers

"Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would" - E.V.

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BANG CHAN

Waratahs are an excellent choice when you are wanting to symbolize a wish for health and longevity. This flower is also referenced in a number of Australian aboriginal dreaming stories and is used to symbolize both the positive and tragic sides of love.

LEE KNOW

Magnolias symbolize youth, innocence, and joy. During the Victorian times, the magnolia flowers often symbolized dignity, nobility, poise, and pride. The strength of its bloom is also symbolic of self-respect and self-esteem.

CHANGBIN

Snapdragons symbolize both deception and graciousness, which make them the perfect charms against falsehood or secret messages between lovers. Snaps also hold significance as a representation of grace under pressure and inner strength during challenging circumstances.

HYUNJIN

Freesias carry a symbolic meaning of loyalty and trust. With their elegant and reliable nature reflected in their delicate and graceful shape, freesias often serve as a symbol of fidelity and devotion in friendships and partnerships, emphasizing the importance of trust and dependability.

HAN

Dahlias hold the meaning of "finding inner strength," making them ideal for supporting someone going through a tough time. They symbolize grace and kindness, even in challenging situations. Sending a bouquet of dahlias is a thoughtful way to uplift and brighten the day of someone you care about during stressful moments.

FELIX

Buttercups symbolize humility, childishness, cheerfulness, and goodwill. According to legend, fairies are responsible for the creation of buttercups. When a group of fairies asked an old miser for charity as he crossed a field with a sack of gold, and he refused, they cleverly cut a hole in his sack with a blade of grass. As he walked away, coins dropped and scattered, giving rise to buttercups where they touched the earth.

SEUNGMIN

Ranunculus flowers symbolize charm and attractiveness, and express admiration for someone's charm and beauty. They also symbolize creativity, grace, and refinement, which makes them an ideal choice to convey feelings of having a crush on someone and the desire to know more about them. Additionally, they're also the perfect and elegant gift for someone you deeply value or admire.

I.N

Cosmos flowers, with their neat and balanced petals, are often linked to the concept of order in the universe and its intricate arrangement. Most cosmos have eight petals, which resembles the infinity symbol, thus symbolizing infinite possibilities that call for resilience and balance. It serves as a reminder of our inherent power to embrace the countless blessings life offers.

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Sanguis Limerance by jl_micasea-fics (150.0k) || Mature, Vampire AU || You have a job to do. That job is simple, in of itself. Yet the elusive vampire family you find yourself entangled with, the target of your job, makes things anything but straightforward. Can you traverse the thin lines between right and wrong when harsh truths are exposed and realities come to light? Can you resist the allure of danger, the appeal of the unknown? Experience this story of unlikely friendships, lurking threat, and entirely unexpected love

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[starrysvn]

teaser for the vampire!hwa fic will be up in a couple of hours, it’s been a long time coming🥹

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[makeitmingi]

The Greatest Gift Of All

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Reader, Boyfriend!Seonghwa and other Ateez members. 

Summary: When you just wanted a small intimate birthday celebration with all the boys, of course your boyfriend has a few tricks up his sleeve to make it more special. But what he doesn’t know is that he is the greatest gift you could have ever asked for. 

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“Happy birthday!” The boys all wished as you entered the dorm shared by Seonghwa, San and Mingi. They had all decorated the living room and put out loads of food. 

“Aww, thank you guys. I really love it.” You smiled, grateful for all their efforts. When your boyfriend had asked you what you wanted to do for your birthday, like go to a fancy restaurant or stay at a fancy hotel for a short vacation, you surprised him by requesting to just celebrate your birthday at the dorm with the other Ateez members. 

“Happy birthday, princess.” Wooyoung hugged you, kissing your cheek. San grabbed his collar, yanking him back.

“You’re lucky hyung didn’t see that or he’ll get angry. Again.” San shook his head, lecturing the shorter male. Wooyoung just gave an unbothered shrug, he wasn’t going to be intimidated. 

“You were mine first.” Wooyoung flirted.

“Speaking of... Where is Hwa?” You looked around, not having realised the most important person wasn’t here. 

“Right, let’s sit first.” Yeosang guided you to sit on the couch while you blinked in confusion. What was going on? The sudden silence in the room and serious demeanour of the boys made you worried.

“What happened? Did something happen to Hwa? You guys are scaring me.” You were now panicking, wondering if something happened to your boyfriend and they were not telling you. Hongjoong clicked his tongue, slapping the back of Yeosang’s head. 

“Yeosang ah, you can’t just say that to her, you’ll give her a heart attack.” Hongjoong scolded.

“Sorry.” Yeosang rubbed the back of his neck. 

“So, you know how you have a favourite Seonghwa?” Yunho asked, breaking into a wide grin. You frowned slightly at his question, unsure of what he was asking you. 

“Favourite Seonghwa? What are you talking about?” You asked. Wooyoung dug into your pockets, showing your wallpaper. 

“Oh... you mean, Halazia Seonghwa. I don’t have a favourite Seonghwa, I like all Seonghwas.” You chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“Your phone wallpaper, computer wallpaper, contact photo says otherwise. And all the times you randomly bring up how good looking he was in the music video and the performance.” San mentioned.

“Shut it!” You squealed, covering your cheeks. You didn’t think you gushed that much, thinking you’d like to have some sort of cool persona around the boys. But all of them knew about your odd obsession with that one look of your boyfriend during a certain comeback era. You just thought that stylistically, the hair and outfits fit him very well. 

“We’re side tracking. There’s a surprise for you. Close your eyes.” Jongho redirected the chaos back to the main point of the conversation. You did as you were told, closing your eyes. 

“I swear, if you guys bought some lifesize Halazia Seonghwa body pillow, he’s gonna get jealous and kill you guys. Even if it is him.” You pointed out. 

“Like that one year Yunho got you his body pillow?” Mingi asked. 

“Everyone was getting Yunho body pillows that year.” You shrugged. Even Seonghwa got one later on his birthday from Yunho. But Seonghwa made you put yours in the cupboard. 

“You still haven’t told me where Seonghwa is.” You reminded. 

“I’m right here, baby.” Seonghwa’s soothing voice flooded your ears. The smile that came on your face was an involuntary reaction to him. You opened your eyes with the plan to jump into his arms to hug him but you just gasped.

“S-Seonghwa.” You covered your mouth, unable to hide your shock as you took a step back. 

Standing in front of you was Seonghwa, in his Halazia outfit. The exact one that he wore in the music video and was wearing in the picture you had as your wallpaper. He had his black hair styled and make up done the same way, looking like he literally stepped out of the music video. 

“Baby?” He smiled with a tilt of his head. The only difference was the black hair and the fierce expression and persona Seonghwa had in the music video was replaced by his loving smile and soft tone as he spoke to you.

“You broke her, hyung.” Wooyoung stated, stifling a laugh. Maybe he was right, your brain felt like it wasn’t really forming a coherent thought. 

“Baby? Are you alright?” Seonghwa put his hands on your arms as he shook you gently. He let out a nervous chuckle. Maybe for some reason, you didn’t like the surprise.

“I-I need a picture.” You finally recovered, scrambling for your phone. 

“Sure.” He nodded, opening his arm for you to standing with him. 

“No, I need a picture of you...like this... on your own...” You gestured with your hands for him to stay put. Wooyoung handed you your phone that he took earlier. Seonghwa stood there awkwardly, not expecting you to take solo pictures of him. Mingi and Yunho peeked over when you were just standing there with the phone.

“(y/n) just took like 200 photos.” Yunho announced. You slapped his arm for exposing you. San led you forward and Seonghwa tucked you under his arm for Hongjoong to take pictures of the two of you together. 

“Gosh, this is so embarrassing. I’m like a crazy fangirl.” You mumbled. Seonghwa turned to look down at your flustered face.

“Breathe, baby. And fangirls won’t get to do this.” He cupped your face with both hands and gave you a peck.

“Yuck! Get a room!” Jongho yelled. 

“Dream come true, isn’t it, (y/n) ah? It was my idea.” Wooyoung raised his eyebrows proudly. You wanted to curse and thank Wooyoung at the same time for making you feel like this.

“For that, I will forgive to fact that you kissed my girlfriend earlier.” Seonghwa said, glaring at the younger. 

“You like the surprise that much?” Seonghwa’s eyes bore into yours as he stroked your head. You nodded, hiding your embarrassed face in his chest, feeling the fur of his outfit tickle your skin slightly. You couldn’t even meet his eyes. His chest rumble from his laughter.

“Stop teasing me.” You hit him with your clenched fist.

“Alright, alright. Go ahead and eat guys. Thanks for celebrating with us.” Seonghwa said. The moment he said that, it was like unleashing hungry puppies as the boys piled on the food.

“Yeosang, you can’t cut the queue!” Mingi scolded as Yeosang cut in front of him to take a piece of chicken from the tray. 

“Hang on.” Seeing the others distracted, Seonghwa pulled you to his room. He sat on his bed, pulling you into his lap, his arms loosely rest around your waist.

“Aren’t you not going to look at your boyfriend?” Seonghwa continued his teasing, dipping his head down to make you have eye contact with him. You just coughed and looked away.

“You’re adorable, baby. I didn’t think me dressing like this would get you so flustered.” He chuckled. 

“You know this is my favourite era and look...” You mumbled. 

“If I change out of it, will you finally look at me?” Seonghwa rested his head on your shoulder, trying to act cute. You could practically feel his breath against your neck and cheek. A part of you didn’t want this to end, you wanted to continue seeing him like that. But of course, Seonghwa was still your Seonghwa, whether he was dressed up or not.

“One more picture?” You held up a finger like a child. He chuckled and nodded his head, letting you take another picture of him. He surprised you by grabbing your phone, kissing your cheek as he took the selfie. 

“Cute.” He smiled, sending himself the photo. You had a stunned look on your face in the picture. 

After Seonghwa changed into regular clothes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him properly.

“As much as I love Halazia Seonghwa, I will always love my Seonghwa the most.” You smiled, giving him another kiss. He squeezed your waist lightly, nuzzling your cheek with his own. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” He wished. The two of you went back out to join the others before t hey could eat all the food. 

“Thank you all for putting this together.” You thanked them again, touched that they would do this for you just because you requested it. But that’s all you wanted, to spend time with them because they were like your family.

“Don’t thank us. Of course we would celebrate your birthday! You’re always doing so much for us.” Hongjoong said. 

Yes, you were Seonghwa’s girlfriend but you also took care of all of them. You visited them often, bringing homecooked food to them since they really couldn’t cook. And you made sure all the fridges in their dorms were stocked with side dishes and snacks. 

“I haven’t done much, really.” You blushed. You stood with Seonghwa at the food table. He pointed at the different dishes as he held the plate for you, asking what you would like to eat. 

“My mum made the marinated crabs and marinated anchovies you like.” He said, putting some on a separate dish for you. 

“I’ll call her later to thank her.” You grinned. 

You had a great relationship with Seonghwa’s family as well. They treated you like their own and his mother was also constantly sending food over to you, reminding Seonghwa to ensure you’re well fed. 

“What Seonghwa hyung do you want for your next birthday?” Wooyoung asked, nudging you.

“I’m so not telling you.” You scoffed. Seonghwa came and sat between you and Wooyoung, being a little possessive since Wooyoung could be touchy with you. It was just in his nature to show physical affection to people that he was comfortable with but Seonghwa knew that Wooyoung did it deliberately to tease him sometimes. 

“Ah, hyung!” Wooyoung whined as he had to scoot backwards.

“I know! You like Bouncy biker Seonghwa hyung with the grills, don’t you?” He snapped his fingers. You didn’t reply him but Wooyoung knew you too well to know he was correct.

“Here.” Seonghwa ignored him, holding a piece of chicken for you to eat. You smiled and leaned forward to take a bite. 

“Make sure you’re eating too, Hwa.” You laughed, turning to talk to Hongjoong. Seonghwa watched you talk to his members, he loved that you all got along.

The day Seonghwa introduced you to them, he was so nervous. But the boys all loved you and were very accepting of you. You instantly clicked with all of them and most of the time, were even part of the chaos.

“The video of Hongjoong reluctantly kissing Hwa’s cheek on that show has gone viral.” You showed the others. Hongjoong facepalmed while Seonghwa let out a sigh.

“Why do you have it saved?!” Yunho laughed. 

“(y/n) is the only person I know who ships her boyfriend with another person. She even has a folder for Matz videos and fan edits.” Yeosang shook his head. 

“Hey, some of those edits are really nice and cute, alright? Especially with that whole mom and dad of Ateez thing. Honestly if I wasn’t dating him, I would be convinced that the two of them are dating for real.” You admitted. The 99 line boys and Jongho all laughed, nodding in agreement. 

“Woosan or Matz?” San asked. 

“Ah, of course, it has to be Woosan!” You answered without hesitation. The boys all adored that you were just as much of an ATINY as you were Park Seonghwa’s girlfriend.

“Yes! That’s the way. Woosan always wins.” Wooyoung clapped and cheered, doing the Woosan handshake with San. 

“Alright, kids, let’s clear up the area before we have some cake.” Seonghwa stood up. You all obeyed, splitting up to do different clean up tasks.

“Not you. You sit, baby. It’s your birthday.” Seonghwa sat you back down. 

“But I can help.” You pouted. He patted your head, leaning over to kiss you temple before going to the kitchen to help the others. The leftover food was neatly packed into containers for the boys to bring back to their dorms. 

“How has university been?” Yunho asked, coming to sit with you when he was done with his task. 

“Now we’re getting close to our examination period so it’s been busy. That means I don’t get to see Hwa as much as I like. Hopefully as we get the end of the year and the holidays come, my workload won’t be too bad.” You winced. You were currently studying in university, getting your Masters degree in pharmacy and public healthcare. 

“That sounds tiring.” He sent you a sympathetic smile.

“Being an idol is tiring too.” You giggled. Seonghwa was very supportive of your education. He always reminded you of how proud he was of you studying hard on your scholarship. 

“That’s true.” Yunho nodded. Seonghwa always wanted you to put your studies first, even before him. He knew how important it was to you. 

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday, dear (y/n)/ baby~ Happy birthday to you~” The rest of the boys came out singing. Seonghwa carried the cake with the lighted candles.

“Make a wish and blow out the candles, baby.” Seonghwa said. 

“Okay.” You clasped your hands together and closed your eyes. You wished for all the Ateez boys to always have good health and to always be safe. 

However, as you opened your eyes to blow out the candles, Mingi and Wooyoung blew out the candles in a quick puff. You just stared in shock, not expecting them to have done that.

“Yah!” Seonghwa put the cake down and yelled at the two mischievous boys for robbing your chances to blow out the candles. 

“It’s okay, Hwa.” You assured with a giggle. Seonghwa sighed, a little disappointed that the chaotic children messed up the more significant part of any birthday celebration. He handed you the plastic knife, at least you could have the first cut of the cake. 

“Who wants cake?” You asked. The boys all raised their hands excitedly. Seonghwa placed the paper plates and plastic forks down. After you put the first slice of cake on the plate, Seonghwa took over.

“Have the first slice, love. I’ll do the rest.” He said. You nodded, taking the first bite of cake.

“It’s really good.” You melted. With Seonghwa busy serving the other members, you took a small piece and fed it to him. 

“Here, let’s share a bigger slice.” Lastly, Seonghwa put a new bigger slice on your already empty plate. His arm rested on your waist as you shared the slice of cake, alternating between feeding him and yourself. 

When the cake was finished, the boys gave you their gifts and left the dorm, wanting to let you spend some alone time with Seonghwa. San and Mingi offered to stay at the other dorms tonight to give you and Seonghwa privacy but you assured them that it wasn’t necessary. The only plan the two of you had was to cuddle and sleep. 

“Goodnight. Thanks again for tonight.” You bid Mingi and San goodnight.

“Ah, enough with the thanks.” Mingi waved you off. San waddled over and gave you a big bear hug. Mingi joined in, wrapping his arms around you and San, making you laugh.

“Goodnight. Sleep tight.” San smiled softly. You waved before going into Seonghwa’s room. You changed into one of Seonghwa’s shirts and a pair of shorts you left the last time you stayed over. 

“This is from me.” Seonghwa handed you a small wrapped box.

“Hwa, you didn’t need to. Spending time with you and the others was enough and Halazia Seonghwa’s appearance was already an even more amazing present.” You said.

“Ah... Just open it.” He sat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh. You opened the wrapping and recognised the box.

“Seonghwa, this is too much. I can’t accept this.” 

“What are you talking about, silly? You don’t even know what it is yet and you already don’t want to accept it. See what it is.” He laughed. You opened the blue box and saw the rose gold ‘S’ necklace that was encrusted with diamonds. You softened at the sight.

“D-Do you like it?” He asked nervously, worried that it was too tacky or sent the wrong message. When he dragged Hongjoong to the Tiffany store, the captain had mentioned that it might seem a little over the top. 

“I love it. ‘S’ for Seonghwa. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him, planting your lips on his. 

“Come. Let me put it on for you.” You lifted your hair as Seonghwa put the necklace around your neck and clasped it in place. 

“You’re mine, okay? And I’m yours.” Seonghwa hugged your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder. You giggled and nodded your head in agreement, you were more than okay with that. 

“Thank you for this, Hwa. But I want you to know that having you with me is the greatest gift of all.” You shyly admitted. Seonghwa showered you in another round of kisses. 

“Sleep first if you’re tired, baby. I’ll go shower real quick. You can open the other gifts tomorrow.” Seonghwa said when he caught you yawning. 

“I’m fine.” You said through another yawn, rubbing your eyes. He chucked and kissed your forehead before leaving the room. 

While waiting for him, you were on your phone, replying to friends and family that were also wishing you a happy brithday. There were some ATINY that wished you happy birthday on social media too. With your free hand, you reached out to take Seonghwa’s famous white bear plush to hug. 

“You were able to celebrate with Seonghwa?” 

“Yes, omonim. I celebrated my birthday with all the boys, they prepared everything. Thank you for sending over the food, I ate a lot and enjoyed it.” You giggled as you spoke to Seonghwa’s mother. 

“That’s good. I hope the boys didn’t do any cooking since they aren’t very good. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Seonghwa told me you have been too busy to eat so I told him to make sure you eat a lot.” 

“Don’t worry, they ordered the rest of the food in. And yes, Seonghwa has been making sure I am well fed.” 

“University has been busy, right?” 

“Yes. There are a lot of assignments and exams to study for. But with Seonghwa by my side, I’ll get through it!” You heard her laugh on the other end. 

“I’m glad my son can be there for you. You work too hard, (y/n). You need to make sure you’re taking care of your health and body too. Sleep enough, eat proper meals.” 

“I will, omonim. Thank you.” Your heart grew warm at her kind words. 

“You should go to bed. Happy birthday again, my beautiful girl.” 

“Goodnight, omonim.” You smiled, even thought she couldn’t see you, and hung up. You scrolled on your phone, pressing the white bear plush to your face as you inhaled Seonghwa’s familiar scent. At some point, you fell asleep with your phone on. Seonghwa crept in, knowing that you would have fallen asleep, he knew you too well.

“Pabo. I told you not to wait up.” He chuckled. He took your phone and closed the app you were watching, putting it on his nightstand to charge. 

When your phone lit up to show the charging status, Seonghwa couldn’t help the snort that escaped him at your wallpaper, which was the fan selfie he took while shooting the Halazia music video.

He was glad he was able to make you happy today just by dressing up. He had never seen you act that way around him before, he thought you were so endearing and adorable when you were flustered and embarrassed. 

After he slid under the covers, he gently removed his bear from your hold. 

“Sorry, buddy.” He put the bear aside and took its place, putting your arm over his body and his own arms around yours. 

“Hyung.” San poked his head in. Seonghwa craned his neck, softly shushing the younger male. San waved the phone that Seonghwa left in the bathroom.

“Just put it over there.” He nodded over to the desk. As San came in to put the phone down, Seonghwa protectively shielded your sleeping form with his own body. He didn’t want anyone seeing you in this state, even his own members. It was for him and him only. 

“Goodnight.” San wished.

“Goodnight.” Seonghwa replied in the softest whisper as San closed the door. At the small noise, your eyes peeked open and you looked up at Seonghwa. 

“Hwa...?” 

“Shh, go back to sleep, baby. I’m here.” Seonghwa stroked the back of your head, hushing you to coax you back to sleep. He used his free hand to adjust the blanket over the both of you before cradling you against his chest. 

“I love you.” You murmured in your sleep. You snuggled into his chest, letting out a relaxed sigh.

“I love you too. More than you know.” He pressed his lips to the top of your head, letting them linger there for a while. 

Like you did with him, your warmth and scent made Seonghwa truly relax. He could spend an eternity watching you sleep in his arms. He brushed the hair away from your face, the soft smile never leaving his own as he saw the necklace sparkling around your neck. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

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[atozfic]

splish splash.

pairing. san x seonghwa x wooyoung x yunho x fem!reader synopsis. they’re out to prove who’s the best at the breast-stroke- gets dragged off stage as the people boo over such a terrible pun. warnings. no use of y/n, swim team au, lifeguard!reader, pro-swimmers!sanhwawooho, they’re all wearing speedos :), smut ( porn with unnecesary plot, degradation, m+f oral sex, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, triple penetration bc u got 3 holes for a reason sweetcheeks, mxm interactions, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, hair pulling, way more warnings that there’s honestly no point listing, just know this is pure filth that covers most bases of stereotypical fanfiction smut, mother in christ what have i written? ) no verbal consent is given throughout this but all parties are willing participants !! word count. 20k+ ( of literal porn. i need to leave this physical terrain bc i am not worthy of existing after writing this i fear. ) hyde’s input. hey girlie pops, long time no see.

it’s crazy, what some people will do for money.

take, for example, your roommate. she’s a smart girl. a beautiful one, too. with a promising future in criminal law, once she gets herself that pesky little degree. and, yet, she’s funding her tuition with money she earns distributing high-end drugs on campus. rather counter-productive, most would agree. or, in a far less extreme version, there’s that overly-hyper frat boy, who can always be found doing the dumbest dares at a party, all for a few bucks and a keg of beer.

and then there is you.

you would have arrived home twenty minutes ago at this point, had things gone to plan, a backlog of neglected assignments and a baby bonsai tree in need of watering desperately awaiting your return. yet here you are, stuck in your ugly flip-flops and uncomfortably stale shorts, whistle around your neck and a look of exhaustion on your face.

the swimming pool had closed, technically, an hour and a half ago. the sports centre seems to believe, however, that certain members of the college swim team reserve the right to use the pool for however long they require and desire, even if it is at your expense. if you were being paid overtime, perhaps you’d have a more positive outlook on things and less of a frown creasing on your forehead.

if the swimmers weren’t so irritating, maybe you’d enjoy the view.

“all that height, and for what?” the sophomore boy’s voice- jung wooyoung? you aren’t overly familiar with him, seeing him only in sporadic flashes when you pass each other on campus or at some uncivilised frat party- echos through the large room, his hair a wet mess. if you were gaining anything from being here, you’d perhaps muster up the energy to remind the boy of how a swim cap is necessary at all times in the water. “can’t even out-swim me with those long legs!”

“wanna know what my long legs are for?” jeong yunho, a junior with the face of an angel and the body proportions of a sinner, pipes up from across the olympic length pool. unlike the other boy, a crimson cap keeps his own locks out of sight. “climbing up the stairs to go fuck your mom!”

it’s impossible to stifle your laughter, no matter how hard you try to just play it off as a tickle at the back of your throat, a cough forcing its way out. when your eyes meet those of the glaring senior, however, you’re wishing you hadn’t made a sound.

“even the lifeguard can’t take you seriously, yunho,” park seonghwa speaks, eyes not leaving yours as his muscled arms work to pull himself out of the water, before letting his well-rounded behind sit down on the edge. a breath hitches in your throat as his gloriously muscled thighs come into view, drops of water cascading down them in a pattern set to hypnotise you, keep you staring a little longer than is good for your health. “bet she’s heard all about you and the boner incident of 2019.”

truthfully, you have no clue what the dark haired male is on about. that doesn’t stop you from laughing again though, this time a little out of malice and a lot because it’s quite endearing to see a loudmouth like jeong yunho be silenced so easily, head bowed and ears a little rosier with embarrassment.

this small moment of peace is soon shattered by the reality that these boys can’t spend more than ten minutes in a room- particularly one that includes a pool- without arguing. while one boasts about his speed, the other begins to jab at his lack of endurance, and the remaining of the three reminds them all of the fact he holds the most medals amongst them.

“are they always like this?” you jump, surprised by the cold drop of water that lands on your exposed thigh, all courtesy of the boy who’s invited himself to sit down next to you on the bench.

“not always,” you bite at the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to not look at san in all his wet glory. you’re afraid that, once you start looking at him, you won’t be able to stop. it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen victim to the crime that is his enchanting smile. “guess they’re feeling a little feistier than usual, with the district championship just around the corner. rumour has it one of you guys is risking his scholarship if he’s not in the top three.”

are you and san close?

that’s a good question. see, by social standards, you’re not strangers. you share several classes, you attend the same parties, you’ve even texted a few times- mostly on the days one of you miss class (read as: san misses class thanks to his swim-meets) and you need a copy of any notes taken that lesson.

but, you aren’t exactly friends either. you don’t go out of your ways to spend time together, you don’t know more than the surface level about one another, you don’t check-in with each other.

so, is acquaintances the best word to describe you two?

that depends on how common it is for an acquaintance to suck another acquaintance’s cock. granted, there had been a lot of alcohol in the mix, on both ends, with you drinking to forget a botched assignment and san drinking to forget how badly his voice had apparently cracked in front of his crush.

a few weeks have passed since the incident and things haven’t exactly been the same. you’ve missed class twice and ended up contacting heather- a sweet girl who sits down by the front and seems to live with her hand raised in the air- for any notes. likewise, san has found himself declining party invitations, the knowledge that you would be there all too prevalent in the front of his mind.

the irony is that neither of you quite know the reason why you’re avoiding each other, you just are.

or, were, until san had walked in with his swim team buddies- if they could even be considered that- and spotted you in your lifeguard attire. he hadn’t been as slick as he thought he was, sneaking glances at you between laps and even gaining an undeniable smile each time he watched you blow that stupid whistle at some misbehaving kids.

he was slicker with the fact he didn’t need to be here, at this hour. but, he figured staying gave him the chance to stare at you a little longer and, maybe, think up an excuse to talk to you.

“i should-”

“i missed-”

you both speak at the same time, minutes after watching the three musketeers disappear into the locker rooms, with the smallest of them continuing to dig at them for not being able to out-swim him despite their ample amount of height. san’s quick to signal you to go first, a dimple making itself known on his face and reminding you of the deadliest part of him: the false innocence that drips off him like warm candy.

sweet, sticky, making a mess all over the place.

“i should probably start cleaning up.” it turns out san also isn’t discreet when it comes to hiding the disappointment in his face, because no sooner than those words leave your mouth, the dimple is gone and he’s sat a little straighter, a little more ridged, like when the professor points him out in the middle of the class and the golden boy can’t stomach all the attention being on him. “but, what were you gonna say?”

“oh,” and it’s like he’s just remembered that yes, there is something he wants to say. “i missed you in class yesterday.”

it catches you off guard, leaving you to almost drop the whistle you’ve been fiddling between your fingers for the past few minutes. something about sitting so close to him while both of you are dressed so scantily has you feeling unnerved, like you need to run away as fast as possible, yet also wanting to plant yourself right in his lap.

“i didn’t think,” you’re cut off by your own throat, dry and desperate for a drink under his intense gaze. san is a walking contradiction, you think, with his sharp cheekbones and soft heart, his intense eyes and his easy-going smile. his presence gives you never-ending whiplash, never sure if he’s more angel than devil. “i didn’t think you noticed.”

“how could i not? there was no one to laugh with me at professor nam and his weird toe-shoes!” his laugh is infectious, willing your own to make an appearance. 

the sound of distant muffled yelling fills the air of the swimming pool and it isn’t hard to recognise wooyoung’s high-pitched laughter amongst it. clearly, their childish arguing has carried on into the changing rooms. it surprises you in no way, already more than used to their antics.

their rivalry is one for the ages, all of them constantly bumping heads for the spot of the top swimmer on campus, their sports scholarships becoming their pride and joy.

you suppose it doesn’t help that all four boys run in different circles, only really crossing paths when faced with swim-meets and days of practice. the senior, park seonghwa, runs with the richer kids of the college, all sharing their trust-funds and god complexes as a common interest. you’re not overly familiar with them, though you’re certain he and a particular blue-haired boy are rarely seen apart. jeong yunho, the tallest, is in with the jocks, which is mostly just because his taller friend is the captain of the basketball team. and jung wooyoung tends to surround himself with the stoners from the school, something you’d learned from kang yeosang, a dealer you shared a couple classes with back in your first semester.

san, ever the golden boy, drifts between a couple different groups but he can usually be found alone and enjoying his own company, if not being followed by a flock of his own little fan-club, men and women alike begging for just an ounce of his time.

your name echos around the room. your head snaps to the side and you find that san is now closer, staring at you in a way that’s making your insides knot up. you’ve seen that look only once before, and it done nothing but leave your knees and your ego bruised. “were you listening to me?”

“what? uh, yeah, i was,” you’re quick to lie, knowing it’s about to backfire when he breaks out in a challenging grin.

“really? what did i say?” he only allows you to stumble over words for a minute before cutting off your incomprehensible speaking when he grabs at your chin and tilts your head up, staring straight into your eyes. “that’s what i thought. you were too busy getting lost in that pretty little head of yours to pay attention to me.”

you stutter over a noise and settle for that as your response, though entirely incomprehensible and nonsensical. the way he continues to stare at you feels cruel, demons dancing around in those pretty eyes of his. demons that are telling him to tease, torture, torment the fragile eyes staring back at him, the same ones he’d delighted in watching fill up with tears a few weeks back, the pressure of his crown slamming against the back of your tight throat entirely overwhelming you to the point of crying, tears dripping down your cheeks and mixing with your own drool pooling over the swell of his balls.

“need me to repeat myself?” you’re slow to catch up to the fact he’s speaking again, and even slower to notice the hand resting on your knee. at first, you think you’re imagining things, the feather light tracing of nails over your soft skin a mere figment of your imagination. but, no, your eyes flash down to glimpse and his hand is there, fingers dancing over your naked skin like it’s their own personal stage and he’s intending to put on the show of a lifetime. he speaks your name. “questions are meant to be answered.”

“i-” san picks the perfect time to apply pressure on you, hand gripping the flesh on the lower end of your thigh. goosebumps spring to life at the feeling of his cold ring on your damp skin. it takes a shaky breath to try compose yourself but you do eventually manage to get a reply out. “sorry... please say it again.”

“huh,” he pauses to contemplate, slowly leaning his face closer to your own, giving you all the time to pull back if you want to. you stay still and his minty breath infects your senses while the hand on your leg replaces your thigh with your face, the grip he has on it forcing blunt nails to nip at your skin. normally, you’d worry about the marks it’s going to leave behind. right now, you want him to grip tighter, dig deeper into your flesh till he’s drawing blood and licking it off your cheeks. “how the fuck do you still sound so cute begging?”

“is that,” his other hand curls around the back of you, finding a resting place on your hip. the window of opportunity you once had to pull back or run away is slammed shut the moment he tugs you a little closer, the side of your body crashing into his naked chest. “what you said earlier?”

“oh, no.” san almost sounds like he’s cooing, a mocking tone in his voice that has your thighs clenching in a way you’re sure he notices. his eye flickering down to glance at them confirms your suspicions, the smirk taking over his features the metaphorical cherry on top. “i was just talking about how i’ve still not returned the favour.”

mind blanking out on you, you stare back at him in what you can only imagine to be a dumb-founded look, mouth slightly agape and teasing your answer.

what follows, however, is a resounding silence on your end.

“c’mon, princess, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what happened the last time i got you alone.”

forget? it’s all you’ve been able to think of every time you’ve seen him since, whether he was a figure in the corner of your eye during class or making his way down the campus car-park in search of his beaten up mustang.

each time, like an old record player, your mind plays on loop the way he looked staring down at you, long legs spread enough to fit you between them, closing in on you to trap you in place each time you swallowed him a little deeper; replaying the symphony of whiny moans and airy breaths you’d pulled from him, lips swollen and red from trying too hard to hold back his cries of pleasure; reviving the memory of his vice grip on your hair, tugging at the roots to tilt you back into the perfect angle for his hips to piston into your warm mouth, meeting his own crescendo in one final pathetic whimper of your name.

a whimper that’s pushed you over the edge several times since, fingers soaked in your own sins and mouth biting down on your pillow to keep your poor sleeping roommate oblivious to your actions.

“no,” an answer escapes you alongside a shaky breath, something about the way he’s slowly trailing his fingers down your neck and the intensity he’s staring at you with hypnotising you into forgetting all about the boisterous boys and their changing-rooms chanting. “haven’t forgot.”

it’s his turn to stay quiet and you begin to wonder if he’s recalling it too, if he’s reminding himself of how easily your bodies melted together, like candle-wax meeting a flame. the question of if he’s thought about the exact scene, hands stuffed down his pants while a dull ache builds in his wrist, burns the tip of your tongue.

but his eyes burn you more.

they’re usually wide, bright, full of that bubbly nature san is known all over for. but, if what people say is true and the eyes are the mirror to one’s soul, then san’s soul must be a dark pit made up of lustful glares and hooded eyelids, resting so low his eyes almost appear shut.

“then, don’t you agree that it’s my turn to have a taste?”

it’s the question to end all questions, no time to even think of forming an answer when his fingertips are dancing over your skin so rhythmically, like a practiced choreography when they curl and wrap themselves around your neck. they rest there for a heartbeat, and then another, before you feel it begin.

the pressure is dull, at first, and you think you’re imagining it. but it grows, like a seed under the sun, blossoms into thorns squeezing around your airways, a deformed rose made from the red marks his fingers will be sure to leave behind.

you try to breath in, only for it to get caught somewhere between your lips and his tightening hold.

“you’re too fucking pretty, you know?” the hand on your hip has found a new home on your cheek, palm warm and thumb rough as he swipes it over your bottom lip. “all i can ever think about around you, even when you were drooling all over my balls.”

you want to answer, you really do. but between the hand around your throat and the heat shooting straight for your core, burning up in a puddle of arousal, you can’t. all you can do is watch the man before you, raven hair a beautiful mess just begging for some fingers to be ran through it and stare promising to ruin you in the best way possible.

the silence pleases him.

“y’know, it’s so hard to get you alone. always got someone wanting to talk to you, stealing your attention. do you even know how many stupid parties i had to attend to finally get the chance to talk to you?” san pauses, like he’s waiting for you to relay an answer, guess a number. he loosens up the grip on your neck, teasing your skin with a few soothing strokes of his slender fingers, lulling you into a state bordering insanity. “no answer, angel? or are you lost in that pretty little head again?”

“i’m,” your voice is but a whisper, raspy with your new found thirst. “trying to figure out what you want from me.”

if it’s the wrong or right thing to say, you’re soon to find out, the sharp faced boy releasing a dangerously low chuckle as he takes a hold of your chin. like a pretty doll, you move any time and any way his fingers command you to, finding yourself staring right up into his eyes, a swirl of melting caramel that reminds you of how sweet yet sultry every inch of him is. lips near touching, he refuses to break eye contact as he speaks up once more, sealing both your fates when his breath hits your face.

“then let me show you what i want.”

his mouth comes down on yours like it’s the answers to all your prayers and, yet, all your nightmares.

it excites you how easily he works his lips over your own, captivating every inch of you when he tilts his head to the right and deepens the kiss. the rhythm to his kiss is a mismatch of beats, where one moment your lips are moving in a sensual waltz, grazing tongues and dipping heads to get rid of that inch of a space remaining between your bodies, and the next moment your tongues are tangled in a tango, the kind where his teeth send blood rushing to your lips with every bite he drags over them and his hand drags shivers down your spine as it makes its way down your body.

yet it terrifies you how willingly you succumb to san’s touch, intoxicated by whatever witchcraft he currently holds over you. there’s a deadliness to the way his lips part from your own only to begin a seamless descent down your jaw and the expanse of your neck, a poisonous element to the way his hand once again finds itself clutching the meat of your thigh.

the moment his fingertips meet the bottom of your shorts, you’re wishing you’d never slipped them on in the first place, every fibre of your being growing angsty under the weight of his suddenly halted hand. it stays still for an immeasurable amount of time, grazing over the bottom of your shorts occasionally while he continues to mouth at your neck.

like mosses and the great sea, san parts your legs with little to no effort, creating a pathway for his fingers to travel further up your thigh. blunt fingernails drag up your skin, a trail of goosebumps being left behind, a visible marking of where he’s touching you.

his movements halt too soon for your liking, too much distance between his lithe fingers and your body’s very core.

“have you figured out what i want yet, pretty?” his voice is a stark difference to the usual light-hearted, almost squeak-like tone you’ve grown used to hearing from the smiley boy. right now, there’s no trace of humour in the thick rasp and there’s no time for smiling while he’s glaring down at you through hooded eyes.

something compels you to nod your head, even though you’re a little too lost in the thoughts concerning what you want, rather than what the devil incarnate by your side wants.

“you have?” the words come out in a layer of amazement, and you have to wonder if it’s because of the lie you’ve just told or the way your legs have closed in around his hand, trapping it between them. “i want to know what you want, though.”

you want his thumb to stop stroking over the flesh of your inner thigh.

you want his eyes to stop gazing down at you like you’re the perfect prey.

you want him to stop teetering your impending pleasure on a string.

you want-

“you.” is all you manage to breath out.

it seems to do the trick, however, your point getting very much across to him. a softness flickers over his features, brows unfurling and smirk curling up into a full smile for what feels like an eternity, but is actually no more than a couple of seconds before his devilish aura is back.

lips meet lips again, the desperation and force behind each stroke of his tongue against yours the same as before. san, much to your delight, seems to grow just as impatient as you’ve been since the moment he welcomed himself into the empty space next to you on the bench.

one hand still resting between your thighs, his other seizes the opportunity to drag your body closer, so close that you have no choice but to swing one leg over him and slot yourself in his lap.

there was one time, in the middle of what you’ve deemed to be the most boring lecture ever, that you had thought about what it would feel like to sit in choi san’s lap. unintentionally, of course, for how could anyone look over at him in those grey sweatpants, legs manspreading like it was nobody’s business and pen tapping away at the table in front of him, and not daydream about being perched in his lap, head resting somewhere between his shoulder and his soft hair?

you’d imagined him to be the embodiment of soft and comfortable, warm and reassuring the way he’d lazily lay an arm over your hip to make sure there’s no risk of you slipping out of your new seat. you never, for the life of you, imagined you’d feel the outline of his dick resting against your ass the first time you finally claimed your throne.

choosing to not dwell on the heavy feeling of him pressed against you, you choose instead to focus on the way his lips trail away from yours and make their descent towards the top of your chest.

his hand abandons post between your thighs and rises to the surface, where long fingers begin to pull at the straps of your red swimsuit, successfully manoeuvring the nylon material till it’s bunched around your midriff and your breasts are exposed to the damp air of the swimming hall. 

with no want left to play around, he dives right in to dragging his lips down the upper swell of your left breast. you imagine he can feel the beating of your racing heart beneath the goosebump littered skin. it doesn’t take long for his tongue to enter the scene, skilfully flicking over your hardened nipple a couple times before enveloping his mouth around the bud.

one, two, three sucks and he’s moving on to your right breast. there’s no lead up, this time, simply his mouth finding delight in toying with your body while he busies his hand with your left side, thumb and pointer finger rolling and tugging and spreading the remnants of his saliva over your heated skin.

the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and has you arching your own, is the faintest pressure of his teeth biting down on you. it dances on a thin line between pleasurable and painful, exhilarating enough to make you throw your head back as a moan slips past your lips. it echoes in the empty room, replaying your own sound for both of you to hear again and again before the chain is broken by a giggle.

his giggle.

“why are,” he picks the right time to trail his fingers down your body, dragging your swimsuit with them till it sits uncomfortably tight around the top of your hipbones, skintight fabric digging into the damp skin. “you laughing?”

“has anyone ever told you how pretty your tits are?” it’s crude and heartwarming all at once, quite like the man who says it and the little smile he shoots up in your direction as he rolls his tongue over your nipple once again.

“no, i can’t say they have.” the hands that have been resting on his shoulder, grasping them in a vice grip in fear of slipping off of him and and directly onto the concrete floor, gain enough confidence for you let one slide around to the back of his neck and thread your fingertips in the back of his locks, hair as soft as you’ve always imagined it to be. “you’re the first.”

“i’ll wear that title with honour,” he seems to delight in the way you’re carding through his hair, eyes closing while he tilts his head back further into your touch. a delighted sigh follows. “has anyone ever asked you to sit on their face?”

“again, no.”

“another honourable title for me, i guess.” san’s giving you whiplash, with all this switching between being his usual goofy self and the man that minutes before was speaking profanities on how you’d looked choking on his dick. he peaks his eyes open again, slowly, adjusting to the bright lights he stares up at each time he’s doing the backstroke. when he has the nerves to smile at you, all dreamy eyed and relaxed sitting beneath your body on the bench. “now, can you please stand up and get naked so you can fuck yourself on my tongue?”

this time, it’s your laugh that echoes in the air.

“stop, i’m being serious!” he seems to whine his way through his words, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in a way you’re certain is going to drive you insane. “i can’t go another second like this, you literally sitting on my dick, without blowing my load. and i really don’t feel like having to explain to coach kwon why my team speedos are stained in cum.”

“you’re so-” you give up on trying to find a single word to describe him, knowing there’s no word that can quite capture choi san’s essence. “okay, okay, fine, but you kind of need to let go of me for me to, y’know, stand up.”

“oh, sorry bout that.” san’s sheepish smile shouldn’t be this cute, not when it’s followed by him removing his hands from your half-naked body.

reluctant, your feet meet the ground and you stand up from his lap. he seems to move quicker than you, no hesitation to be seen as he twists his body around and lays along the bench on his back, eyes all the while watching you expectantly.

your fingers are far from as nimble as his, and there’s a shake to them, meaning you’re a lot less slick with how you pull the swimsuit off yourself. you opt for killing two birds with one stone, dragging your shorts down alongside the red suit, till both are pooled around your feet and you’re begging with every cell in your body that you look more graceful than you feel, stepping out of the leg holes.

in all honesty, you’re more embarrassed with the fact he’d watched you remove your clothes than with how you’re now stood naked, legs a little shaky and the wetness gathering between your folds you’re suddenly so much more aware of, the cool air fighting against your pulsating heat.

“well?” san speaks with expectation, legs bent at the knee while the balls of his feet rest on the edge of the bench. “are you gonna just stand there or you gonna sit on my face?”

“are you... sure you want me to?” even you feel the idiocy behind asking such a thing, when he’s laying right there with eyes full of glee and a raging boner pressed against his hip, nothing but the familiar colours of your college to stop you from seeing him all his naked glory. still, you can’t help elaborating. “i mean, the bench isn’t exactly sturdy and, i mean, what if i slip off of you?”

“y/n, are you joking? you have to be joking!” his offence is playful enough to ease a little of the hesitation inside of you. “do you see these puppies, baby? these are my mad gains from flailing my silly little arms around in a pool six days a week!”

you think this can’t be real as you watch the golden boy of the school put on a show, flexing his arms in an effort to display his muscles and voicing the most ridiculous words that not even he seems to be taking seriously, a bubble of laughter popping in every sentence.

“i’m not gonna let you slip, now hurry up!” again with the whining.

“god, you’re so desperate!”

“for you? always.”

the following minute is made up of wobbled steps and a poor attempt at amping yourself up, repeating mantra after mantra in your head that you are the sex goddess and no man is going to make you feel nervous. not even if that man has a jaw one could slice diamonds with.

he’s got a firm grasp of your thighs before you’ve even got the chance to get comfortable, legs a little shaky as you hover over his naked chest and will your knees to find grip on the bench beneath them.

“come closer, my tongue’s not that long!” san’s pulling you up, closer, all the way to where his wanton mouth awaits you. as if to give you a preview of what awaits you, the kisses from before reduced to nothing, his tongue pops out to run over the smooth of his bottom lip. you repeat the process of trying to find balance, a position in which you don’t need to worry about toppling overboard. though, with the way his finger squeeze into your thigh, you doubt you’ll have to worry about that truly happening. “comfortable?”

“as i’ll ever be.”

“all the people that would die to be in your position, and you say that?” he tsks, tongue hitting off the roof of his mouth before a blow of air hits against your folds and, though it’s faint from the distance still between his mouth and where he wants it to be, it sends a jolt of excitement up your spine. “i’ll just have to make sure i over-perform, make you more eager for next time.”

neither of you choose to dwell on the words next time.

him, too occupied with getting his first taste, tongue licking a strip up your core and coming to a stop as the tip of it bumps against your clit.

you, too busy having the air knocked out of your lungs, hand unconsciously finding safety in gripping his hair as you lurch forward momentarily, mouth falling open in a quiet gasp that echoes around and around.

“hmm, make sure you hold on tight.” you know he’s teasing you, with his words, and with his eyes, and with his mouth that seems to find enjoyment in trailing itself over your clitoral hood and up your pubic bone. “you smell mouthwatering, you know? enough to make a man go feral.”

the chance to reply never comes, not when san makes his way back down to your clit and greets it with the stroke of his flattened tongue. every tiny nerve sparks to life under his touch and you feel yourself grow wetter, a wave of warm arousal leaking out of your hole. his tongue dives down to welcome it, not allowing more than a single drop- landing on his chin- to go to waste.

you don’t even notice the lack of his grip around your left leg until you feel it: the first few seconds of his fingertips probing around your soaked cunt, coating themselves in your liquid pleasure until it’s dripping down the back of his hand.

the first finger to enter your hole is gentle, tentative to the way your body receives him, his pointer and ring finger keeping your folds spread and allowing him the full view of the middle one slowly disappearing from sight, burying itself in the warmth of your pussy. distracted, his mouth pulls back and his head meets the bench again while his eyes soak in the sight above him, flickering up to catch your reaction when another finger enters you, this time with a lot less care as it forces you open around it.

“so pretty,” he mutters the words, more to himself than to you, delighting as he witnesses you struggling to bite back a pathetic moan when his digits curl within you. he repeats the action a couple times, flicking his wrist back and forth, fingers brushing over your tight walls each time and culminating in a curl that has him pressing against the spongy-like flesh inside. “so, so pretty.”

your hips begin to rut against his hand, meeting every one of his thrusts with perfect timing that has him reaching deeper, further, better places inside of you. all the while he’s just watching and admiring the furrow in your brow and the way the swells of your breast bounce in sync with you.

your pussy clenches tighter and his fingers fight to reach deeper before spreading themselves wider in an attempt to scissor you open. he’s giving it his all, a third finger slipping in despite the dull ache setting in his wrist while he coaxes you closer and closer to the tipping point.

san takes just as easy as he gives, and it’s that fact alone that drives him to pull his hand back, fingers withdrawing from you and the pleasure you’re pursuing.

“why’d you-” you heave through heavy breaths, brain fuzzy from the unvoiced orgasm you were so close to having, every nerve ready to tingle, every muscle ready to tremble, every toe ready to curl. “stop?”

“because,” the wet smack of his fingers hitting against your clit is louder than the whimper that drops from your mouth. san hears both, however, and grins, quickly landing another smack against your engorged clit. “the goal is to make you cum on my face, not my fingers. consider them the appetiser, something to awaken your senses.”

his tongue licks in an upward motion, starting from the tip of your taint and ending at your clit, and you get deja-vu to just minutes before, when you’d first felt his tongue on your melting skin, the saliva it leaves in a trail behind it serving to cool you down. a shiver runs up your spine as he blows air onto your cunt, the pressure of it doing wonders to stimulate your clit.

“would you stop?”

“look who’s whining now.” san, despite what he says, does as you ask and puts an end what feels like unending teasing- really, it’s hardly been a minute but the pulsing of your heat and the loss of a climax leave you no room to think about something as abstract as time.

his lips make a victorious return, wrapping themselves around your clit and sucking against the pulsing nub. every so often, he delivers a couple kitten licks- ups and downs, sides to sides, figure eights- before swiftly returning to kissing your most intimate parts.

in an attempt to make your toes curl, he dips lower and teases the tips of his tongue over your entrance, wet muscle moving over wet skin and tastebuds covering themselves in your essence, till the moans echoing off the walls are indistinguishable between san’s and your own.

“you can move,” he grunts into you after a few minutes of repeated alternating between kissing your clit and tonguing at your hole. it’s muffled with the way he’s holding you down against his face and you feel his lips brush against your lower ones as he speaks. “need you to move. wanna see you use me, pretty.”

and, who are you to deny the man?

you’re hesitant at first, just like you were all those weeks ago as you sank to your knees for him. you test the waters and give a single roll of your hips. it feels good, great, especially when paired with his own efforts at dragging his tongue over you.

it takes a few more attempts, and san’s patience wearing thin to the point he resorts to grabbing a firm hold of your arse cheeks and planting you flat on his mouth, tongue flat and eyes staring up at you in a demand to move, goddamn it. 

move you most certainly do, grinding down on his tongue like you’ve done many a time with different men’s cocks. it’s messy, sloppy in the way that his spit mingles with your wetness, a cocktail of fluids sliding down his throat, and painting his lips, and dribbling down his chin as he eats you like a man starved that’s alas getting a taste of the sweetest fruit.

the rhythm of your hips is thrown off when the man beneath you switches from having you grinding down onto his flattened tongue to slipping the muscle inside of your hole, thrusting it as far as up as the length of it allows him to. with every time your body comes crashing down on his mouth, the tip of his nose bumps against your clit, forcing you to angle yourself upwards to gain more of the friction.

hands find hair, lips part in unabashed moans, thighs shake with the oncoming of an orgasmic state of mind.

the moment builds too quickly, too unexpectedly, like the ghost of your stolen climax is back with a vengeance and set on ensuring there will be no denying it this time.

“s-shit,” your eyes squeeze shut, too scared to look down at his ecstasy filled eyes in fear of it being what finally tips you over the edge. “i’m gonna- ah- gonna cum.”

san pays no mind to your warning. if anything, he takes it as a challenge, an invisible timer beginning in his head and forcing him to see how quickly he can get you to unravel all over his face. he’s getting everything he asked for, your naked body a mess above him as you fuck yourself on his tongue and your hands, with minds of their own, sliding up to grab and squeeze at your tits.

he watches how the pastel blue nail polish clashes with the darkened colour of your abused nipples, fingers working to pinch, and twist, and pull at them as you lose yourself in the moment.

when you cum, it’s with rolled-back eyes and shaky thighs, his hands gripping at you tighter to steady you as you sway above him, his tongue working at coaxing you through your high.

he licks up every drop of cum he can manage, until you’re cringing in overstimulation and reaching down to push him away. he let’s you move him, mouth moving to trail a couple kisses over your inner thigh, something akin to lipstick stains- yet so much dirtier in nature- being left behind on your soft flesh.

“told you i wouldn’t let you fall,” he’s the first to speak, partly because he correctly thinks you’re incapable of forming anything coherent in the afterglow of your orgasm, but mostly because he wants- no, needs to hear you praise him.

needs to hear you praise him like he’d done for you that night, eyes still hooded and chest visibly heaving as he finished processing watching you swallow every spurt of hot cum he’d shot down your throat. the praise never comes.

well, at least not from you.

at first he thinks he’s imagining the sound of clapping. it’s slow, and booming, and tinted with the slightest hint of sarcasm. it grows louder though, far too loud for it to just be in his imagination. the stilling of your body, going rigid as you fall back onto his chest, the sticky remnants of your orgasm cold against his heated skin, confirms that you hear the clapping too.

“bravo, choi. always thought your reputation with the ladies was a little overhyped, but i stand corrected.”

never has he hated the sight of park seonghwa so much, not even in the times they’ve been head-to-head in the final lap and the older male’s offensively bright swim-cap is all san can see every time he twists his head to catch a breath of air.

the three swimmers stand on the opposite end of the swimming pool, all in various stages of undress.

there’s wooyoung, who looks like he’s not so much as dried himself with a towel, still dressed in his team swimwear. and yunho, who’s got a towel wrapped around his waist messily, hair damp against his forehead and likely smelling of the cheap shampoo provided in the locker-room showers. lastly, seonghwa, who’s seemingly fully dressed spar for one of those irritating long coats san always sees him trailing around campus in.

one look into your panicked eyes is enough for san to spring into action, fumbling to sit himself up and pull your body flush against his, facing your naked back in the direction of his rivals.

he bites back a groan as you shift in his lap, unknowingly- or maybe you do know- pressing your soaked centre against his erection, which already strains inside the confines of the nylon material, leaving very little to the imagination.

“do you mind?” he’s glad the words come out clearly, booming across the pool at them and their unwavering staring.

“not at all.”

san holds you tighter against him, eyeing at your discarded swimsuit on the floor as he listens to a shuffle of footsteps. assuming the three men have made their way back into the locker-room, he’s speechless when he looks up to find them approaching the bench, seonghwa leading the trio with a secure grip on the back of wooyoung’s neck, whose eyes can’t seem to leave the floor, while yunho trails a little behind them, one hand grasping onto the towel around him.

“get your hands off her!” he leans back, pulling you with him, in an attempt to stray out of seonghwa’s reach as he extends his hand out. he fails, however, and the tips of seonghwa’s elongated fingers brush over your shoulder.

a shiver runs down you, one that san feels, the unexpected touch tickling your nerves.

“she’s a grown up,” the eldest of the men muses as he builds a rhythm out of how his fingers soother over your sweat slicked skin. “who i’m sure can speak for herself if she wants my hands off her.”

out of all the men, seonghwa has always been the one san despised most. between the constant boasting of wealth- money he acquired through labor, though not the working kind- and the disrespect he’s never had a problem showing towards others, he never fails to strike a nerve, awakening a dark part of san’s brain that activates his fight or flight response. by far, however, his arrogance is the worst, that sense of entitlement that drives him to think everything and everyone is a piece of clay for him to mold and manipulate till they fit his ideal shape.

the rich boy’s hand smoothes over your naked shoulder and san can’t resist glaring up at him.

“c’mon san, now’s hardly the time to be modest,” behind the oldest swimmer, yunho and wooyoung seem to be battling an inner conflict, yunho fighting to keep his towel in place and wooyoung fighting to keep the shame off his face while his dick visibly strains against the confines of his chlorine-covered swimwear. “not after the show you two just put on.”

“we didn’t,” it’s the first time you manage to speak since covering san’s tongue in your cum, breathing at last steady and face hidden from everyone’s view, much to san’s despair. “know you were watching.”

“and, if you had known, would you have stopped?” yunho is the one asking the question and, suddenly, san’s so much more aware of what exactly he’s hiding underneath his towel.

you give no answer.

“of course she wouldn’t,” seonghwa answers for you, hand moving to grasp the back of your neck. with no warning, he grips a little too tight for comfort and and yanks you backwards, till you’re staring right into san’s eyes and the only thing keeping you perched in his lap is seonghwa’s body pressed flat against yours. “there’s nothing a whore loves more than an audience, right?”

if put on trial in a court of law and sworn to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, over whether or not you’d just clenched around nothing at park seonghwa’s degrading name, you’d plead that you never did such a thing.

you’d be found guilty.

“poor woo nearly came untouched just watching you two. isn’t that right?” the eldest turns to stare back at where you imagine wooyoung to be. “pretty boy nearly whined just at the thought of being in san’s position, a mouth full of cunt and someone using him like the fuck-toy he is.”

the air grows thick, between you, and san, and every other living being in the room. it feels like the walls are closing in on themselves with every second that passes, the sweat dripping down your back and coming to a rest between your arse cheeks evidence that the space is heating up. or maybe it’s just your body, hardly processing the high it’s just come down from and there’s already another source for a new-found arousal, a source in the shape of three muscular men stood behind you and one beneath you, eyes wary as he gazes into your own, like he wants to ask if you’re okay but all the blood is too busy circulating in his crotch for his brain to be productive.

“now, i hardly think it’s very nice of you to get our wooyoung all riled up and not even offer to help him out.” you decide you’re being lulled into a false sense of safety the second you feel the pressure of seonghwa’s hand leave your skin. behind you, there’s a shuffling of footsteps that call you to crane your neck and catch a glimpse of what exactly is going on but san’s eyes beg you to keep staring into his, to count the galaxies that dance within them while he grips at your waist. “so the chance to offer is off the table and you’re simply going to do as told. doesn’t that sound easier, hmm? no having to make pesky decisions, just spread those legs and follow orders.”

at last, you get your first glimpse at jung wooyoung.

he sits down on the bench, no more than a breath of space between where you and san are perched. he’s a vision in himself, shoulders hunched and embarrassed face the same shade of red as the tip of his cock, an angry looking bulbous head poking out the top of far-too-tight speedos.

san’s grip tightens the longer you stare at the other boy, gaze dancing over the shape of his body and mouth-watering as, for the first time, you see the appeal of jung wooyoung. never before have you understood why eyes follow him in the hallways, like he’s more than just another pretty boy on campus- something that’s in abundance. but you see it now, understand the appeal of his stand-out nose; and the veins that run down his arms; and floppy style to his hair, that seems to be calling out to have your fingers running through it. 

with no prior warning, the grip on your hips tightens even more, till san is digging crescents into the soft skin and he’s lifting you, off of his lap and right into wooyoung’s.

the usually boisterous boy’s eyes meet yours, no longer filled with that spark of defiance and, instead, glazed over in tears, a quiet pleading being exchanged between you.

only, you’re unsure what he’s begging of you.

“are you going to just sit there,” seonghwa speaks up, boredom in his tone that has you picturing him rolling his eyes and picking at his manicured nails. “or are you going to help the poor pup cum?”

“what?!” that certainly helps you find your voice, and the guts to turn around and look at the man.

you find him stood closer than you imagined, with tailored trousers hugging his thighs and a perfectly ironed shirt tucked into them, the last few messy buttons the only indication he’d rushed to dress himself. eyes looking past him, you find more of a friendly aura in yunho, who, despite fighting a battle against the towel wrapped around his figure, manages to shoot a smile at you.

and then there’s san, who stands with muscled arms crossed over his chest and a painfully obvious boner resting in the confines of his swimwear, though he’s done a better job at keeping himself concealed than the boy beneath you. his face appears indifferent, yet the twitch in his eye speaks of a tamed anger, a frustration he’s yet to unleash on the men who’d interrupted him amidst his feast.

“are you now deaf along with being dumb or something?” the eldest pulls your attention back to him with little effort, a smirk meeting the glare you shoot his way. “you made that brat hard, now do your job and fix the mess you’ve made.”

words of protest get lost in a surprised gasp as the boy in question takes your hand in his, veiny hand guiding you down to a veiny shaft. wooyoung wraps both of your fingers over his leaking cock, his holding yours in place around him while he ruts his hips up once, twice into your hold, the action sending his swimwear even further down the his length and exposing nearly the full sight of it to the swimming hall.

you don’t mean to compare, yet you’re incapable of ignoring the fact that while wooyoung may be on the slightly shorter side compared to san, he’s certainly leading in the thickness department, with a mushroomed head and the prettiest trail of trimmed hairs leading down his pelvis.

he guides you over his shaft a number of times, a little less shy now as he outwardly whines when your thumb runs over his tip, wiping away the fat bead of precum resting upon it. at some point, he moves his hand away, needing both of his free to lean back on the bench, yet yours keeps moving at it’s own volition, stroking him in a pattern of threes, interrupting every trio with a swipe over his tip or a fondle of his still-concealed balls.

“please,” the whine in his voice is so unlike the jung wooyoung you’ve watched week after week, hurling abuse and echoing boasts of his own talents while keeping himself afloat in the swimming pool.

“he asked nicely.” you’d just about forgotten about everyone else in the room, until seonghwa’s irritatingly unbothered voice serves to remind you of his presence. “rule number one: good behaviour is rewarded.”

“what do i,” you interrupt your own question to glance over wooyoung once more. “do?” you pinch your thigh, skin stinging as nails bite it, and confirm with yourself that this is not a dream but, in fact, very much real.

jung wooyoung is hard and begging you to do something.

“i don’t care how you do it, just put one of your holes to good use for once and make him cum.”

there’s still an echo of seonghwa’s voice by the time you successfully manage to rid wooyoung of his swimwear, the damp fabric clinging to the warm skin and the taut muscles of his thighs. the boy isn’t much help either, seemingly reduced to nothing but a writhing, panting mess instead of someone competent enough to raise himself off the bench just enough for you to undress him.

the sight is mesmerising, one you’re certain will remain ingrained in your memory till the day you die: wooyoung, disheveled and untouched, with his achingly hard cock pressed flat against his lower stomach, his swimmer-thighs spread with a set of balls between them that you find yourself near salivating over as a trickle of his own precum runs down them.

“your cock’s...” you begin to speak, yet trail off as your digits wrap themselves around his shaft, just to delight in the way his breath jumps when you drag your hand upwards and give a soft squeeze as you reach the head. “so pretty, woo.”

“youngie.” seonghwa cuts in from behind you. “he prefers to be called youngie when he’s getting his cock teased.”

“yeah, youngie?” you try it out.

instantly, he nods and something akin to a whimper flies out of him.

fascinated by his shaky breaths and his pretty chest, where warm, tanned skin appears to be near glowing under the swimming halls bright lights as his cheeks flush a palette full of reds and pinks, your eyes are completely fixed on him. there’s something vulnerable and breakable about the way he’s looking at your with the widest of eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip receiving countless abuse from his teeth.

never have you been so desperate to push someone past their own limits.

officially running on nothing but pure instincts, you close your mind off to thoughts, like how the boy you’d spent weeks avoiding and missing is stood only metres away, witnessing the way the tip of your finger teases over the slit of his sport rival’s cock. or like how park seonghwa, perhaps the campus’ most infamous trust-fund baby, seems to have complete control of the situation at hand, yourself and jung wooyoung nothing but idolised dolls he’s moving into whatever obscene position he wants you in.

instead, you focus on how wooyoung’s eyes roll back and he lets out a gasp when you gather up fluids from within your salivating mouth and part your own lips, watching how your own spit drips onto his lower stomach, and your hand, and his painfully hard cock.

the saliva serves not only as a visual pleasure, something that’s awakening inside of you at the sight of it leaving you with whole new kind of excitement bubbling along your body, but as a physical pleasure for wooyoung, who seems to have no protest to how much easier it is to slide your hand up his length with the added lubrication of your own spit. 

“fuck...” he curses under his breath and his hands find purchase on your body, one gripping your hip while the other grabs at your forehand, like he’s scared you’ll release the grip you have on him and strip away the sweet release of friction. “don’t just focus on the tip- shit, ah- play with my balls too.”

“wooyoung!” ready to oblige, ready to give the pretty faced boy anything he demanded of you, you’ve no time to think of a reply before the ringmaster of this circus reminds you of his overlooking presence behind your back. “stop speaking like an ungrateful brat and take what you’re given. or else... well, i’m sure you don’t need reminding of what happens to pups that misbehave.”

the way jung wooyoung’s whole body grows rigid beneath you, paired with the countless times park seonghwa has butted in to speak on the boy’s sexual preferences, leaves you with the sense that the two are not only acquainted with how each other’s bodies move underwater..

“s-sorry,” this is not the voice of boastful jung wooyoung, who near bounces down the college halls and airdrops nudes in class because he’s bored. this is a voice that’s soft and meek. like a beady-eyed puppy, so quick to submit to it’s owner. “just feels too good. i’m sorry”

“yeah, you will be sorry.” seonghwa’s hand is cold against your back and it lulls a shiver out of you as fingers trickle down your spine like water off a duck’s wings. part of you hates him for stealing wooyoung’s attention off of you just as you were beginning to revel in it, a larger part of you wants to know why the sternness in his voice is enough to have your clit aching to be touched. “spitfire, be a good cocksleave and sit on his dick.”

“ok, stop!” a sense of shame comes over you when it takes hearing san’s outburst to remember the fact he’s watching the scene unfold. “don’t you think you’re taking this too far now, park seonghwa? i know you and wooyoung have your... agreement on how you treat each other, but don’t drag someone else into it. not when she never even asked for this.”

“you had your tongue tasting the eighth wonder of the world on that bench twenty minutes ago, both of you knowing there was a chance you’d be caught, and you want to tell me no one was asking for this?”

“that was private! you guys are the ones who-”

“there’s no such thing as privacy in a public area. besides, it’s hardly like she’s not enjoying this. if anything, i think spitfire doesn’t like the way you’re getting in the way of her teaching youngie a lesson in obedience.” you’re naive to think no one would notice the way you’ve began to grind down on wooyoung’s cock, stealing whimpers out of him as the soaked lips of your pussy rubbed up against him and holding back your own moans each time his tip meets the bundle of nerves that make up your clit. “choi, if you’re that much of a pissy pants that can’t enjoy himself even just this once in life, then feel free to leave. i’m sure the four of us will be too occupied to notice your absence.”

you’re not paying close enough attention to figure out if san’s newfound silence is due to his departure, or if he’s simply too stunned to speak, your eyes focused on nothing and no one but the boy at your mercy.

the initial burn of wooyoung breaching your entry reminds you of how long it’s been since you’d been stretched open by something other than someone’s cold fingers or wagging tongue. it’s been more or less three long months of juggling test after test, assignments piling up on your desktop and a relationship with your now ex-boyfriend being tossed completely into the gutter.

not once had you thought your return to the world of sexual bliss would be in front of an audience, much less at the very place you work.

doubting that it’s been as long for him as it has for you, wooyoung still spares nothing when it comes to reacting to your touch. with eyes squeezing shut, head rolling back, abdomen muscles flexing along side every shaken intake of breath, the boy puts on a show so pornographic it puts the professionals to shame. a whine exits his lips, lips that carry marks of his own teeth and look like they’re in need of a healthy dose of chapstick, and look so disgustingly kissable that your own tingle at the thought.

all those rumours of jung wooyoung being a camboy rush to the forefront of your mind, feeling truer than ever when your eyes take in the bob of his adam’s apple, and the perfectly timed run of his tongue over his lower lip, and the pretty way in which the prominent veins in his hands looks as he clamps his grip down on your hips.

he’s a sight worth paying for. 

“are you okay?” not the first thing you’d imagined saying after sinking all the way down on his cock, the need to check up on him taking over before you’d even noticed it’s existence.

“yeah...” he sighs his way through the word, eyes still closed and grip still very much tight on your skin, blunt fingertips likely leaving crescent moons you’ll find yourself staring at for days to come, memories of this moment replaying in a rose-tinted haze. “just need a second, you- you feel good, fuck me.”

“i’m kinda already doing that, youngie.” you giggle, like a lovesick adolescent speaking to their crush of the week, but the boy’s instant smile upon hearing it puts out the fire of shame building in the pit of your stomach.

“hmm,” he hums back, acknowledging your words without giving you the satisfaction of hearing him tell you how you’re correct. “are you okay?”

wooyoung flips the question on you and it parallels with the way he pulls the rains in physically, lithe hips thrusting upwards in search of feeling more, reaching deeper inside of you. in the back of your mind you already picture a look of displeasure on park seonghwa’s face, scowling lips loading up to berate you and demand you take repossession of jung wooyoung’s sanity.

“yeah, i’m-” with the eldest man in mind, you stop and compose yourself, as well as you can while wooyoung’s mouthing at your neck, your collarbones, the tops of your breasts. “i’m wondering who told you you were allowed to touch me?”

control is easily regained, all it takes is your hand squeezing around jung wooyoung’s throat and your soaked walls clenching around his aching cock and he’s melting like ice cream on a warm summer’s day, leaving behind a sticky mess.

satisfaction and pleasure come crashing in tandem, wave after wave moving in motion with each lethargic roll of your body against the swimmer’s, who seems to be a quicker learner than you’d believed him to be, hands flying off your body like it was made up of hot stones and, instead, now holding a firm and grounding grip of the bench beneath you both.

“harder.” you feel a hint of emotion within park seonghwa’s voice this time he speaks. it’s fleeting, and hard to make out quite what feeling it is he’s experiencing, but it’s there and it’s certainly a step up from the usual shameless, egotistical, megalomaniac tone he takes on. “squeeze his throat tighter.”

under the possession of his commanding tone, you find yourself caving into his command, fingers pressing a little harder into wooyoung’s warm skin. the boy gulps down whatever pride he has and delivers a pleasured whine. you grind down harder and an evil, twisted part of you you’ve never met before longs to laugh at the way he so desperately is struggling to keep his composure, fighting back the urge to meet your hips with his own upward thrusts.

so, you do. 

“hear that, youngie?” seonghwa’s voice becomes less grating each time you hear it, once an unwelcome and intrusive thought but now a second voice and a valued player in a game of wreck the wooyoung. “you’re being laughed at. isn’t that just pathetic?”

“y-yes, fuck-” he falls victim to your walls clenching around him, gripping his cock in a vice grip. the image of confidence withers away so easily to reveal a teary-eyed, pretty-faced, cum-desperate man. “i’m pathetic.”

“yeah, you are.” seonghwa circles his way around the rocking bench, no longer out of view hidden behind your back but, instead, staring you down with piercing eyes that cut through you like a knife to hot butter. “he’s getting close. never lasts long, really, even seen him cum untouched just from giving me head. but that’s okay, isn’t it youngie? you’re a slut for having your sack drained, huh?”

the swimmer beneath you has never looked redder than he does right now, secrets of his sexual nature getting exposed to the people he likely considers his biggest athletic competition. though you probably should, you don’t push him away when his face finds safety in the crook of your neck, parted lips covering your burning skin in sticky drool.

“don’t let him fool you guys, he’s into the degrading nature of it all. trust me.” you wonder if it should concern you the way seonghwa speaks about jung wooyoung as though he’s nothing but a pet, a possession of which he just so happens to have complete control over. you’re more concerned with the fact it excites you. “call him a good boy, i dare you.”

the words haven’t even formed in your throat and the boy between your thighs is gripping onto your waist a little tighter, lips near pouting and eyes screwed shut in uncontrollable pleasure, burning down his spine and threatening to push him over the edge of sexual bliss.

you consider having mercy, the inexperienced side of you thinking the boy looks like he’s full of shame and embarrassment. the throbbing of his rock hard cock repeatedly stuffing your aching cunt reminds you he’s getting off on the humiliation.

“is he a good boy, though?” you stare up at park seonghwa, not even sparing a whimpering wooyoung any attention as he begins a rambled protest to defend his good behaviour. “i mean, i don’t remember telling him he could touch me. do you, hwa?”

the hands that grip you tightly let go quick, like your skin were an unexpectedly warm stove, scorching his skin right off him.

“i don’t remember either,” the eldest’s agreement has you reeling in a way you never expected, filling you with a new found sense of control.

a control that is ripped away far too quickly, like park seonghwa sensed you growing falsely confident over the situation at hand.

like a shark circling it’s prey, the tall man makes his way back around the bench, each fall of his shoe-covered feet echoing in the quiet swim hall. click, click, click, and he’s right at your back, not a word uttered as the soft of his palm lands on the nape of your neck. achingly slow does it travel down the expanse of your back, not a single noise filling the space other than the rise and fall of your body on top of wooyoung’s and the same boy’s poorly contained moans and mewls of pleasure.

the silence is interrupted by your own shocked gasp, mouth falling agape in shock as your movements come to a complete halt. his hands, no longer soft and delicate, grip you in an iron-tight hold, fingers greedy as they dig into your meaty flesh with no mercy or regard for the pain it may inflict on you.

“no, get up,” like a switch was flipped in as little as a minute, park seonghwa’s voice has lost all sense of the excitement it had whilst he spoke on jung wooyoung’s dirty endeavours and has returned back to the cold, callous, commanding tone it had originally.

he sounds angry, feels angry in the way the fingers of his free hand tangle themselves in the hair at the back of your head and give a harsh tug, forcing your head back till you’re met with his scowling face and perfectly groomed hair, even in it’s dampened state it seems to frame his face perfectly.

“what?” you babble out, dumbstruck, much like the desperate boy beneath you who’s began to mutter apology after apology between pleadings of please no don’t do this and i promise i’ll behave, i’ll keep my hands to myself.

none of it works.

“you heard me. get. up.” the fingers on your waist tug, pull, drag you away from the quivering mess that has become of jung wooyoung, who near sobs as the cool air hits his now painfully hard cock, tip redder than the bottom of your favourite heels and a vein more prominent under his sensitive skin than the ones on his muscular arms. you’re not given much of a chance to process what’s happening before seonghwa speaks again. “wooyoung, up, now. you’re not getting to cum, so get off the bench and make room for someone else.”

the boy makes no further attempt to protest, cheeks painted pink in shame and chest shining with sweat as he shakily rises to his feet, head hung low when you watch him walk out of your line of sight.

then, your knees meet the floor.

park seonghwa chuckles as you go down, hands finding grip in your hair and forcing you to sit up right. heart beating faster, your mind begins to race with questions of what comes next, who comes next.

what dirty desires are about to be unveiled within you, forced into the unforgiving fluorescent lights of the swimming hall?

“jeong, you’re up,” seonghwa’s knee digs into your back and his fingers tug until your scalp begins to sting a little. you don’t want to like it but, in life, you don’t always get what you want.

there’s a series of shuffles behind you, followed by heavy footsteps. there’s no rush, yet no hesitation, just calm and collected footsteps of someone making their way over to do god knows what with you.

when jeong yunho, with his towel that’s looking a lot tighter around his crotch still around his waist, steps into frame, an inexplicable sense of comfort washes over you.

maybe it’s the way he smiles down at you, or the fact his hands brush seonghwa’s off of you, or the way his fingers take a hold of your chin once he’s seated in front of you.

maybe it’s just the fact he’s jeong yunho, campus himbo with a reputation for walking girls home at night just to make sure they’re safe and for singing britney spears with no shame each time the karaoke mic gets passed around.

whatever it is, it’s turning you on.

your knees are burning with fresh pain as park seonghwa shoves you closer to the mammoth of a man and you can’t help but swallow down the ball of anxiety growing in your throat.

everything about jeong yunho’s demeanour has always seemed large, with powerful arms that drag his body through the weight of water and large hands that effortlessly carry countless textbooks through the university halls; a tall frame that helps him stand out in any crowd and a personality loud enough to set off alarms; his thighs a muscular stairway leading up to a well rounded, remarkably defined posterior. it’s safe to say he’s carried a reputation for some time, one that consists of whispers between girls on campus who recount just how well endowed he really is. 7 inches, 9 inches, 12 inches, you’ve heard it all, each girl claiming it to be bigger than the last.

unfortunately, there’s no ruler at your disposal to uncover the truth of the rumours, but you confirm he’s certainly large as you watch him undo the towel. larger than you’ve ever seen before, with a thickness to match, and two heavy looking balls decorating the base.

he wraps a hand around it and you watch how he gives a light squeeze at the head, slowly sliding down the length of it till he reaches the tuft of groomed hairs on his pelvic bone. one of his hands alone holds half of his cock, leaving you almost certain you’d need to use both hands on him.

“d’you want it, sweetheart?” his words are teasing but his voice is soft, a complete one-eighty to the verbal berating you’ve been receiving- and enjoying- from park seonghwa.

you’re sure he notices the way you clench your thighs as he slaps his cock once, then twice against his stomach, the precum leaking out on to his tanned skinned.

there’s an itch inside your throat, one you imagine only he can scratch.

“you wanna taste it?” he’s still speaking to you through the arousal that fogs over your brain, commanding your tongue to swipe over your bottom lip as you burn your gaze at the glistening liquid on his warm skin, tastebuds aching to have him paint them in white.

you nod your head.

his own throws itself back, a chuckle rupturing out of his chest as he continues to tease himself with his hand.

“fuck, yeah, bet you can’t wait to taste my cock, feel it stab the back of your tight throat.” a smile should never look so sweet while it’s part of the same mouth spewing out such filth. somehow, jeong yunho makes it work. “gonna get it nice and wet for me, yeah? make it sloppy, i love it when a pretty thing like you gets all messy over my cock.”

the knee that’s suddenly digging it’s way into your back has no mercy. you wince, pull in a sharp breath and inch just that little bit closer to the bench. like a glove fits a hand, you slip right in between the muscled tree trunks that make up jeong yunho’s thighs. 

you wonder, if only momentarily, what sweet a death it would be to be crushed between them, taut muscles constricting the flow of air to your lungs like a boa with its prey.

but there’s a far more preferable way to be choked by the man before you, body carved out in such definition you fear michael angelo himself stands in admiration of it.

his hand snakes its way around your body, warm and heavy and imposing with the grip it settles for at the base of your neck. in spite of the sharp stab coming from behind- where you have no doubt one park seonghwa stands with disgruntled impatience written all over his irritatingly perfect face- there is no doubt in your mind that the man in front of you holds the reigns. with eyes of honey and lips of velvet, he peers down at you with a tendered expression, saying nothing yet everything with the gentle, repeated sooth of his thumb over your skin.

you need no verbal instructions this time around.

a hand grips the base of him as the other squeezes the flesh of your own thigh, piercing your skin with just enough pressure to assure you this is the reality you find yourself in, rather than some twisted, substance influenced dream.

the first taste is the sweetest, tongue a missionary sent into the foreign land of his body to discover the way he reacts as you drag it over the tip. he gives nothing but a squeeze to the back of your neck; and that crumbles you under his control.

with a few more kitten licks- for good luck, if anything,- the show begins with the parting of your lips, the widening of your mouth, the burning of your skin as you struggle with your ability to swallow him whole. you make it no further than a third of his length before he’s tugging gently on your roots and bringing you back to the surface of existence.

“breathe, okay,” his voice is gentle, calming your nerves yet sending your heart into a fit of patternless beats. “inhale, exhale, got it? through the nose, that’s gonna help you relax.”

doing as he says, you swallow three whole breaths. shaky, ragged, each feeling hollow in your chest in comparison to the weight of his cock on your tongue.

“pretty girl,” he practically coos, hand cupping your chin as his thumb smoothes over the swell of your bottom lip. it’s tender, sweet, and almost enough to make you forget the sight of his engorged cock that sits angrily between his tree-trunk shaped thighs, crying out for the return of your mouth’s affection. “someone’s gotta teach you to not be greedy, hmm? small little mouth of yours is no fit for me, don’t go choking on it.”

heat flashes between your thighs, your heartbeat dropping right down to your clit and leaving you with a burning ache, the kind only a gentleman like this could soothe. your fingers may have to do, however, if the stubborn arsehole behind you would be so kind as to let you enjoy yourself.

the way park seonghwa curls his hand round the front of your neck and flexes his nimble fingers- that goddamn family heirloom ring a punishing cold to your warm skin, near brandishing you as touched by some nepotism child- when you do so little as clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure, or lack-there-of, between your thighs tells you he’ll grant you no such fun.

“you’d need to have something big enough for her to choke on,” san, precious san. still here, still somewhere beneath this god-forsaken tin-can roof swimming pool, watching you bruise your knees and your ego for another man, another one of his team-mates. what must he think of you? has he lost whatever respect he may have had? does he think he’d been just another body to exchange fluids with, that night at the party? if you could just see his face, you’d not need to wonder all these things. his eyes, they always give him away, too earnest and pure for his own good.

“shut it, choi,” yunho’s bark isn’t half as loud as seonghwa’s booming commands have been, and are nowhere near as malignant. if anything, the gentle giant is humoured by his team-mate’s words, as if he knows they’re a preposterous thing to say about him. then again, you can’t imagine any man remaining humble about themselves if they were so well-endowed. “or do you wanna crack out the measuring tape again and remind yourself of just how much of me there is to choke on?”

silence.

it takes a few moments for the spotlight to return to you, a gradual shift from playful to lust driven energy encapsulating the broad frame of the man before. he cups your cheek, feather-light touch smoothing over your skin while his eyes burrow daggers into your soul.

why must his shoulders be so wide? it almost angers you as much as it sends a wave of heat between your legs.

almost, but not quite.

“‘s cute,” he half mumbles, distracted by the sight you paint below him on your knees, bruises already forming and thighs clenching for some relief of pressure. “your little pussy’s all wet just from having my cock in your mouth.”

“i think you’re forgetting she was bouncing on woo’s dick a few minutes ago, yunho,” the devil on your shoulder won’t let you rest, hand snaking through the threads of your hair and tugging on your roots. not enough to hurt, just enough to sting. “have some modesty.”

“sure, let’s act like i’m not the one who had her cumming all over my face a while ago.” san mumbles a string of words you wish you could unhear, face heating up as the shame burns through your bloodstream.

how had you gotten here?

you’re allowed no such freedom to ponder over previous actions as jeong yunho’s all encompassing frame works to remind you of where you find yourself: on your knees dressed in nothing but your own shame- shame which seems to slip off of you, piece by piece, baring you shamelessly to this pack of wolf-eyed boys’ for their eyes to feast upon.

strong, veiny hands reach out and drag you forwards, just an inch yet it’s all you need to feel the weight of park seonghwa’s domineering figure float off of you, rendering you under the control of this much larger, far smilier looking man. “eyes on me, okay? don’t wanna miss the way i’m about to make them roll back.”

there begins a game of push and pull, where jeong yunho pushes you closer and closer to his evident arousal, all the while teasing you as he pulls his hips back, keeping your waiting mouth open and empty, and oh-so frustrated at the feeling of being so close yet so far away from his dripping tip.

the first real taste you get of him does, in fact, nearly have your eyes rolling back. a kitten lick, barely there yet fully felt, running over the underside of his cock, a taste of salted skin, and musky sweat, and stale chlorine mixing in with the warmth of him flooding your senses. his reaction is no more composed than yours, blatantly parting his lips in a gasp and bucking his hips up, forwards, any direction they need follow to chase after your mouth.

happy to comply, you take pride in tasting him a second time, this time right over the growing drop of pre-cum pebbling on his tip. white flashes behind your closing eyes as his grip in your hair tightens, a pulse of heat firing straight down your spine as your mind floods with images of what it must be like to watch this man, this gentleman, this figure that so wholly encompasses what it means to be a himbo in this day and age lose his cool and revolt into his most carnal, basal instincts to take whatever pleasure he needs from you with a reckless abandon, burrow his throbbing cock down your throat till the beat of his heart takes over your own.

instead, you settle for wrapping your lips around him, at last, and letting him guide you just that little bit down his length. the weight of him feels nice, a strange sense of comfort birthing in your bones as you grow used to feel of him taking up your palate. his breaths seem to run in tandem with the inches he sinks deep between your parted lips.

a deep breath, he lowers you further, till your left cheek begins to bulge out.

tongue pinned to the floor of your mouth, you make use of it as best you can, rolling it over the bottom of his shaft and earning yourself a plethora of gratifying sounds, each deep and desperate and crooning straight out of jeong yunho’s broad chest. 

another deep breath, another inch.

for all the false dominance you wield over the situation, with the heat of your mouth and spill of your own saliva slickening his cock, his real and visceral dominance doubles it by tenfold, with a hand on the back of your neck, guiding your every move, and a knowing, gentle look cast downwards at you from where he sits propped on the bench, thighs a heavy mass to case your body between. a silly little voice in your head whispers a seductive tale of how easily this man could get you in a headlock and suffocate your fragile windpipes. a wave of heat, this one going right down to your core and forcing you to pay attention to it, shifting awkwardly and clenching the muscles in your own legs in hopes of getting some pitiful amount of pressure.

all breathing stops as he hits the back of your throat.

hands pulling tight, a biting pain ripping through your hair and a tired gag creeping out of your constricting throat, yunho holds you still and strong, as unmoving as the mountains that fill the horizon from your bedroom window.

he’s not even fully in, an arguably obscene amount of him still awaiting some form of attention beyond the spill of the spit filling up your mouth. but there’s nowhere for it to go, not within your mouth at least, and so you manoeuvre your hand up and grip the neglected inches, the tip of your pinkie teasingly brushing over the swell of his balls.

he lurches forward, gasping in a breath of air at last. “fucking christ- shit,” he grits his teeth. “her mouth’s warm.”

“well, obviously. this your first time getting a blowjob or something, jeong?” god, the reminder of seonghwa being here, somewhere behind you, fox eyes judging your every move and keeping his cool, no matter how hard you’d seen his cock straining in those ridiculous pant-suit trousers he sports. it’s sickening.

“yeah, yunho, watch out before you have a repeat of 2019.”

if the taller jeong wants to snap at the other, you never find out, instead dedicating yourself to the glory of worshipping him between your parted lips and tight throat, jaw ready to lock itself in place so long as it keeps him inside.

you treat him differently than you’d treated san that night. you’d been tipsy then, buzzing off the colourful shots of who-knows-what you’d been conned into downing a half hours before, mind hazy as you kneeled between him and teased your tongue over every crevice of him it could reach, dripping him in drool and working an ache into your overused tongue by the time you got watched him spill over the edge of ecstasy. that wasn’t even about san’s pleasure, no real care put into getting him off, your own selfish need to indulge in the pleasure of feeling, tasting, worshipping him taking precedence.

but, right now, you’re overwhelmingly sober, mind hazed only by a cloud of inexplicable lust that rolled in the moment san shot you his stupid smile, and you care about making jeong yunho cum. in fact, it’s the only thing on your mind as you bob your head up and down, letting his own hand guide your pace.  

“shh, shh,” he’s hushing your own struggles for breath and carding his fingers through the tresses of your hair, his legs clamping down on either side of you, pinning you in your rightful place. “taking it so good, baby. so fucking good.”

good’s not good enough.

you want to leave him mind-blown, exhausted, unhinged. you want him clenching his jaw, and baring his teeth, and stuttering over any praise he tries to give you. in fact, you need it, need that thrill-driven lust of collapsing the sanity of a man as broad and strong and capable as him.

so you pick up the pace, fight against the steady up-and-down of his grip and try to take just that little bit more of him in your mouth and down your throat, till you’ve no doubt there’s a visible bulge of where he sits down your windpipe. you think back on what he said- i love it when a pretty thing like you gets all messy over my cock- and work towards doing just that, mouth a fountain of over-flowing spit that paints lines down your chin and over his heavy balls. the hand at his base lightly drags the tips of its nails over his burning skin and you physically feel the way his cock jumps in your mouth, head twitching as his hips involuntarily jolt forwards.

eyes as wide as a deer in headlights, you glance up to stare into his own, only to find they’re rolling back in his head, too caught up in the headiness of having your mouth on him to visually focus. it’s erotic, tracing your eyes over the protruding vein in his neck and the unrhythmic heaving of his chest- like every breath he pulls is a rare gift and a miracle- and the straining of his muscled thighs that hold back his urge to buck freely into your mouth, use you as nothing but a hole to get himself off with.

your free hand stakes claim over your own sexual frustration, nimble fingers rubbing tight, slow circles over your clit in an attempt to just ease that heat burning you from the inside out.

“she’s touching herself, jeong,” not even the irritating, grating voice of park seonghwa’s unwanted commentary can take away the kick you’re getting out of working this man into a frenzy. “are you just going to let her, without your permiss-”

“shut up, park,” yunho is wrecked, voice divulging so far from that loud, boyish charm into a dark, broken sort of gruffed out thing, echoing straight out of his chest. but, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t listen to the other man, doesn’t force his eyes open to glance down in a hazed daze to witness your pathetic attempts to work your fingers over yourself.

only, he doesn’t tell you to stop.

he just... watches. and then smiles, squeezes out what can only be described as a broken whine, and tilts his head back once more, relinquishing all control of his body over to you. the scene divulging into a chorus of mumbled words, fuck and please and yes becoming the only word yunho knows, the only three you hear. 

only as he cums does jeong yunho regain that bit of self-control he’s lost, ripping your mouth off him- a stuttered mumble of i wanna paint that pretty face- and erupting in a mess of grunted moans, cock twitching in his palm as rope after rope of white, hot fluid shoots out of it. it’s messy, and disgusting, and sticky, marking the skin on your cheeks, nestling in your hair, dripping over your shut eyelashes.

the last drops land in your parted mouth as his grasp shakes and you regain the right to wrap your lips around his mushroomed tip.

lips stained in pearly white, cheeks and neck matching too. the throb of your neglected cunt, clenching itself around nothing but the mere thought of having jeong yunho stuff you full, break you in two and leave you spent.

the man in question is in a no better state, head thrown back and chest a heaving mess glistening with the shine of his own sweat. his mouth hangs open, near heaving in breaths of air and his hands, adopting a mind of their own, grip harder in your hair and hold you firmly in place, tongue laving over his sensitive tip, pushing him closer and closer to the ledge of overstimulation.

“fuck- uh, fucking look at you,” sweet voice, foul words. two fingers drag over your cheek, coating themselves in the sticky substance he’s painted you in. “drooling all over me.”

he’s right, you are drooling. down your chin, an uncomfortable damp coat covers your overheating skin as you continue to stretch your lips around his length, ready to rip another thigh-shuddering orgasm out of the man.

yunho grants you no such pleasure.

instead, a grip tugs back on your hair and, before you can feebly attempt to catch your fleeing breath, he’s pulling you up into his lap, straddling you across the well-defined muscles of his thigh. those big, capable hands he pushes himself through pools, and rivers, and all other bodies of water manipulate your limbs however he likes, a rag-doll free for him to toy with for as long as he sees fit.

“yun-” you don’t even manage to say his name properly, not when he grinds you down into his lap, smothering his tanned skin in your juices. the friction runs straight for your pulsing clit and you’re rendered to sinking into his welcoming arms, head collapsing into the crook of his neck, parted lips panting up a storm against his sweated skin.

“that nice for you, angel?” the soft words, the rough hands, the perfect roll of your hips. you feel like you could sob, break apart completely. yunho tracing a hand up the curve of your spine and soothing his long fingers over a knot in you back doesn’t help your case. “bet it is. little bit of release to all that tension you’ve been feeling, yeah?”

you think you nod.

it’s hard to tell.

sparks fly within your loins, heating you from the inside out. yunho, at some point, has wound his fist into the tresses of your hair, nails scrapping along your scalp. it’s pleasurable, all over, soothing you into a state of utter relaxation, a being with no purpose other than to take whatever this mass of warmth and muscles and width offers you.

his hand makes a fist and gently tugs, forcing a whine out of you as you’re faced with the bright lights once more. traces of his own cum stain the very place your face had lay. it’s erotic to see, drying up your tongue with a need to lick it clean.

“no, no, focus, right here,” a single finger taps at your cheek, followed by the tilting of your chin that forces you to stare back at the hungry eyes of jeong yunho. “eyes on me. want a front row seat to watching your eyes roll back.”

god, he’s filthy, and delicate, and that just makes him all that more filthy.

swiping his digits through the remnants of his sticky cum, he makes sure you’re staring right back at him as those same fingers snake their way down between your grinding bodies and burrow themselves deep in your soaked heat. shallow pumps of his hand fuck his cum-coated fingers deeper, long and lithe enough he barely needs to move to have you feeling him all over, everywhere.

by the time he curls them, pressing against that spongy wall, you’re just about ready to cry.

“think she’s gonna cum,” oh god, no, why must he remind you of your audience? why does it no longer frighten you to have eyes watching you be defiled but, rather, have you clenching around him tighter, chasing that fever-like ecstasy the man means to deliver? “she’s gripping my fingers so tight- shit, almost makes me wanna bust my load just thinking how warm her pussy would feel round my cock.”

“don’t let her cum,” you vow, some day, to wring the neck of park seonghwa. “just cause she’s gone all cockdrunk doesn’t mean she’s earnt-”

“shut up, hwa,” the boy’s thumb pokes up and you can’t help the way you grind down into it, smothering your clit in whatever pressure you can get. “pretty baby’s more than earned it. stop being bitter that i’m the one who’s gonna give her it.”

give you it, he does.

three fingers deep, the cocktail of your wetness mixing with his cum-cated digits aiding the ebb and flow of his rhythm, jeong yunho has your toes curling, eyes rolling, thighs shaking. you blackout, for only a moment, lost in the wilderness of pleasure.

the aftershocks are barely kicking in when you’re suddenly ripped away from yunho’s hold. the sounds of your beating heart and heaving chest muffle the disgruntled exchange of words between the swim-team, inhibiting your ability to stay clued-in on the events that surround you. all you know is that when your body meets the bench once more, on all wobbly fours, jeong yunho no longer sits tall and proud.

a sharp sting hits your rear- a smack, that echoes in the empty space of the swimming hall. the only appropriate response is the shriek you let out, twisted in your own conflicting emotions of pain, and pleasure, and painful pleasure. a second smack meets the other cheek. this time, there’s no doubt a wanton whine escapes you.

“since the rest of them can’t take orders,” you’d already known it was seonghwa whose hands were suddenly all over you, pinning you in a position of submission. the sound of his grandiose voice sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, top to tail. “i’ll have to do it myself.”

with no word of warning, he smooths his hands down the globes of your ass, teases the crease of skin where your inner thigh meets your dripping heat, and fucks two whole fingers into your sensitive core. knuckles deep, they sit still upon initial intrusion, basking in the warmth of you and coating themselves in the essence from an orgasm you’ve yet to even fully recover from and the cum yunho’d scooped off your own face.

then, at last, when your nails dig marks into the wood below, he curls them a come-hither motion.

with shame painted on your skin, you toss your head back and release an inhumane cry, eyes hazily gazing up at the horrendous white lights above. “oh god!”

“not quite. i do appreciate the flattery though,” there’s no need to glance over your shoulder to know that pompous, trust-fund baby is wearing the most earth-shattering smirk, some stupid strand of his perfectly groomed hair dangling over one of his eyes, like some 90s heartthrob boy-band member. you do it anyway.

park seonghwa is an unfairly attractive man, sporting a beauty so ethereal it almost makes you angry.

that anger seems to dampen the wetter he gets you.

his touch is slow, but by no means is it gentle. calculated and malevolent, he plays with your insides like they’re nothing but the strings to your puppet. a curl of his fingers and one of your hands shoots forward. the torturously slow pace that he pumps his digits in and out, and your jaw falls slack. his thumb bumps and grinds against your throbbing clit, and your elbows give out, sending you crashing face-first down onto the bench.

his free hand presses down on your lower back, bending you deeper, hiking your ass up higher in the air. and, at first, you think you’re imagining it, that trickle of warmth against your other entrance, believing it nothing but a trick of your melting brain.

you’re who-knows how many hours deep in a whirlwind of pleasure and penetrative stares, people have been driven to the brink of insanity over far less in the past.

but then seonghwa’s fingers leave your cunt, warm and wet trails following their journey over your skin. there’s no imaginative mind great enough in this universe to conjure up that initial shock to feeling how he prods and pokes at your puckered hole, lubricating it with the dirty mixture of both you and yunho’s cum and his very own spit.

the tip of his pointer finger ventures onward first, breaking through the surface of your tight muscles in a shallow intrusion.

the feeling has you frozen, frightened, intrigued. eyes widening, moans dying, pussy pulsating in an empty need.

“don’t go getting shy on us now, spitfire,” the collective language he uses brings back the weight of all the boys’ eyes on you. hesitantly, you angle your face off the bench, and regret it the instant you meet the brown comfort of his eyes. “fun’s just starting. ain’t that right, san?”

a tense energy takes over the large room, with san’s shoulders tensing, and yunho’s feet fidgeting, and wooyoung’s cheeks blushing. seonghwa seems impervious to the shift, whether voluntarily or not, and instead invites himself to further exploring the limits of your body.

he’s kind enough to spare a bit of care into the way his finger sinks deeper into your unexplored hole. another dribble of his hot saliva lands messily onto you, aiding the slip and slide of his hand. two, or three, or four strokes of his finger and you’re submitting to the intrusion, hips rutting higher and presenting yourself more to the man.

“come here,” the command calls over your body and, at first, you think its aimed at you. so you try scooting further back, only to be halted by seonghwa speaking once again. “yeah you, choi. come get under her.”

for the first time since this all began, you’re on the precipice of saying no.

they’d listen, all of them. wouldn’t push you, pressure you or force you to keep going, not if you truly voiced your negation. even park seonghwa, as big an arsehole as he may be, would have no qualms ending his fun and agreeing to never speak of this again.

and it’s not that you don’t want choi san under you. far from it, as you’ve already made pretty clear earlier, thighs his personal ear-warmers while his tongue delved deep for your honey-suckle glory. you’re hardly uncomfortable at the thought of him under you, chest rising repeatedly in frantic breaths and legs bent at the knee to give him just the right leverage to fuck up into your messy cunt-

it’s not till he’s three feet away from you, hands fidgeting by his side, eyes looking anywhere but you and your compromising position, and the world’s most obnoxiously boner-strained tent in his swimming gear that realisation washes over you. you’re hesitating because of him, because of his possible discomfort.

what if he wants to say no? what if he doesn’t want to get under you? what if his eyes will never look into your own again, too shocked and disgusted by all the things you’ve let be done to you? by his own team-mates/rivals, too?

hell, you’ve shocked yourself even, never in a million years had you pictured a day you’d be at the mercy of some rich prick, overdressed for every occasion and looking like a vogue-cover-model reject. but when he’s edging another finger into the already-tight squeeze of your ass, and pushing your buttons just enough to nudge you towards an edge that never seems to arrive, how could you ever dream of being anywhere else?

a hand touches your cheek.

soft. tender. it takes the extra time to soothe the pads of its fingers against your burning cheek.

“you feeling okay?” san’s quiet tone, meant only for you, is enough to move you to near-tears. you crave his hug. the position you find yourself in only allows you to reach out and grasp at where his knee bends as he crouches down to your level. it’s all the same, san knows. san understands. his own hand lands on top of yours, messily threading digits.

“she’s literally stuffed with another man’s cum and you’re worried about her? well aren’t you just the sweetest.” a cheap remark from seonghwa.

san purposefully ignores it, and everything about the man, instead choosing to keep his focus on what matters.

you.

“think you could make some room for me down there?” your nose wrinkles at his choice of words.

his giggle echoes.

“no, no, not... like that,” he guides you as he talks, grip moving to your shoulders and coaxing you up into a seating position. somewhere along the way, seonghwa’s hands leave you. he doesn’t stray too far, however, and your back soon collides against his chest. “here, pretty. want you to make space for me down here.”

within seconds, choi san’s back in his rightful place: splayed out beneath you, body fit snug between your parted legs and hair an unruly, sweated mess against his forehead.

no clothing sits between you both, blessing you with the mouthwatering drag of his cock through your folds. hard, and red, and leaking at the tip, a slight curve to the right, dribbling precum against his well-toned stomach. you’re biting your lip before you fully register your own thoughts, body a mind of its own as you grind down onto him.

control is limited and fleeting, that of which seonghwa reminds you without uttering so much as a word. instead, he clamps a harsh grip down on either side of your hips, rucks you up to where he needs you and guides you down onto san’s cock.

it’s thick, imposing and something that seonghwa blesses you no time to ease into things. instead, you’re slammed down, san buried to the hilt inside of you.

“hey there,” delicate fingers skim up the tense muscles in your thigh and find pleasure in delivering a teasing tickle to your sides. “come here often?”

the cheeky grin, the double entendre, the way san looks so goddamn proud of himself for saying it. you can’t help it, you wind up giggling uncontrollably.

wrong choice. bad idea. danger zone.

san contorts in pain, and lust, and something else you’ve never seen behind his eyes before, hissing through his teeth like some feral cat. his eyes match that of a feline too. “you trying to squeeze my dick off or something?”

you compose yourself upon the reminder of that san can feel you tensing around him, pull in a deep breath and find your voice again, at last. “or... something.”

maybe you’re a little out of breath. maybe you’re a little hoarse. it doesn’t seem to matter to the boy below, his only response being to cant his hips up and lick at the fire burning in your insides.

“you two are disgusting,” once again, park seonghwa wins gold in the nobody-asked-for-you-bum-ass-opinion olympics. let’s see if he’ll continue his winning streak and go for gold in the hypocrite-athon too!

the hands on your sides begin you guide you, with seonghwa squeezing his perfectly manicured nails into your plush skin and bouncing you down onto san. up, down, up and down, repeated strokes like the ones their hands deliver each time they breach the surface.

it’s easy, this pleasure. it’s a gift, hand-delivered by two god-like men that sandwich you between them- one a mass that fills you, the other a weight that controls you. liberating in every sense, you can’t help the way your head rolls back to find purchase on one of seonghwa’s shoulders, completely melting into the ways he winds you over san.

“shit, yes, you feel,” san’s no better than you, mouth agape and hands unsteady as they trace every inch of skin they can reach: the dimples of your back, the swell of your breasts, the hood of your clit. his hips are the only steady thing about him, not a falter in the way they grind up to kiss your dripping pussy with his cock. “so good. so warm, tight. love it.”

a hand curls round your front, travels up between your breast and over your sternum. it settled for a grip a round your throat, no pressure applied, it simply exists against your windpipe, a silent threat.

“look what you do to him, hmm,” a squeeze around your neck. seonghwa’s warm breath fans against your ear, taunting you. “look what you’re doing to them.”

through your glossed-over gaze, you trail your way past the sight of san and all his captivating beauty, settling instead on the equally erotic, not-at-all surprising image that stands just past where his head rests at the edge of the wooden bench.

a sweaty wooyoung, bent at the waist and whining up a storm, while a far more composed yunho pounds his hips into the boy’s arse.

your walls clench and san whimpers, a string of curses and pleads leaving him.

“think you’re finally ready for me?” the devil on your shoulder- at your back, more truly,- smirks into your skin, careless enough to not even feign it being anything but a rhetoric question. ready or not, park seonghwa is going to finally get his own fill of the thrill, his own satisfaction, beyond mere observation and controlling.

the spill of your own wetness slips down your thighs as san continues to fuck himself deep. it doesn’t travel far as seonghwa coats himself in you, wetting his fingers before they slip back inside your ass. a few generous, tempting pumps into your ring of muscles, fingers spreading a little further apart each time, till he decides that’s enough, he’s ready, you’re ready.

the unbuckling of a belt.

an unzipping of trousers.

trousers bunched down muscled thighs.

the first cut may be the deepest, but you highly doubt it’s as deep as seonghwa feels feeding his cock into your arse, stretching you apart to make way for him. a part of you feels like it can’t breathe, impaled on both these men who sit so deep inside you, you fear you’ll feel the ghost of their touch for weeks to come.

but what does it matter, really, when seonghwa pulls you back against him and whispers filth against your ear? 

this is all you’re good for. cock-drunk whore. gonna let us cum inside?

and san’s coaxing you down to trail his mouth over your chest, the tongue flicking over your nipple a terrible juxtapose to his crooning words?

taking it so well, baby. so tight, and perfect, and god. ‘s that what baby needs, huh, for me to touch her little clit?

the two men find a rhythm, a synchronised routine to how they pull and push you around. their thrusts ebb and flow, no moment existing where you sit empty. they treat your body like they treat the pool, swimming through your waves of pleasure and effortlessly advancing to the finishing line, the winning stroke. then, san’s hand meets your cheek and your thoughts are dragged underwater, muffling the sounds of everyone else- the shlickt sound that echoes with each inch of cock fucked into you, the high-pitched whimpers of a fucked out wooyoung, the slapping of skin against skin- as he pulls you in for a kiss.

it’s a hungry one, all teeth and tongue and swollen lips. you pull away more breathless than before and fighting back a big dopey grin, toes curling as the swell of one of their cocks hits a nice spot inside you, body too on fire to know just exactly where the new wave of heat is coming from.

“h-how d’you do it, hm?” it’s almost a whisper, something meant only for your ears, yet you hear him loud and clear, voice stuttering off in a mess of whines and moans. “still got that pretty-girl smile, even while getting fucked silly.”

it almost makes you shy, till you remember what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. you settle for a quick, short answer. mostly because you fear you’re losing the ability to think in full-sentences, much less speak one out loud. “can multitask.”

like your own words are the key to pandora’s box, your eyes widen, and your mouth dries, and your heart reels as a new desire burrows itself somewhere between the parts of you owned by san and the parts owned by seonghwa. the desire makes room for more, for someone more, and, without much chance for second-thoughts or hesitation, you find what little stability you can manage with one hand pressing down onto san’s toned chest and reach forward with your free hand.

fingers, light as a feather, curl around wooyoung’s solid shaft. the man’s hips stutter at the unexpected contact, eyes flying open to glance down in time to watch you reach out your tongue, licking up the droplets of precum that threaten to spill from his mushroomed tip.

“please, god, please!” he’s beyond the point of sense, poor baby, struggling to keep up with yunho’s hips’ repeated slamming into his tight ass. so, you can’t really blame him or shame him for the way he hastily rips his hand through your hair, tugging your mouth as far down his cock as the angle allows.

a few hairs rip from your skull in his grip. you reward him with a pleasant hum, moans muffled with the mouth-full he’s providing you. 

“shit- look at that,” seonghwa pipes up from behind you, the motion of his hips never faulting or failing as he continues to take part in the filthiest three-way tango known to man, hands bouncing you down to meet each raise of san’s hips, plundering the other man’s cock deep, deep, deep, till he’s kissing your cervix and you’re seeing stars before your eyes. “should cup youngie’s- fucking christ- his balls, san, cup ‘em.”

you’re vaguely aware of his compliance, hand lifting off whatever part of you it was touching- your nipple, your hip, your jaw, it’s hard to tell when you feel like san’s everywhere, all over you, part of you- to graze the set of well-groomed spheres that threaten to slap your chin each time wooyoung thrusts forward.

barely two seconds, hardly any pressure against them, and the youngest of the four is nearly in tears, wailing and begging over broken whines that it’s too much, can’t take it, don’t stop.

there’s a ringing in your ear. because everything is becoming too much: wooyoung in your mouth, san rutting up into you and seonghwa’s hands clawing and pulling your body back into each of his overpowered thrusts. the boy in front of you is the first to fall apart, twitching in your mouth and, without a warning, choking you on the cum he shoots down your throat. a hand pulls you back, just enough to paint your face in the final drops released from wooyoung.

one of the other men is next, a string of curses and grunts filling the air. there’s a new stickiness between your legs, gooey white staining your skin. it’s all building up, and up, and up, until you topple over and are sent reeling into wave after wave of blinding pressure, toes cramping up and muscles spasming as you shoot off into another astral field, creaming around san and chocking seonghwa’s cock.

you don’t register the release of your hips nor the crash-down of your body. one moment, you’re pressed back against seonghwa, mouth dropped open in a silent scream for merciless pleasure, and the next you’re cradled in san’s warm embrace, a crooning tone to the way he hushes and calms you, unheard i got yous, and did so good for us, babys, and just let me hold yous falling on deaf ears.

for a moment in your own history, time ceases to exist.

there’s no ticking of the large clock on the wall, reminding you of how long ago your shift had ended. there’s no thoughts of your plant friend drying out in the staleness of your room, desperately awaiting you to revive it with some h2o. there’s no consequences awaiting your actions, no shame to be feared and leaving you unable to look any of the four swimmers in the eye ever again.

instead of being crashed against choi san’s body, a mixture of his, yours, and several other people’s bodily fluids serving as the adhesive that keeps you stuck together in your mess, you’re floating in space, not quite alive but not quite dead, just there. 

nerves tingling, body aching, mind switched off.

four, or five, or ten, maybe even fifteen minutes pass by the time you regain focus on your surroundings.

your name, whispered. it’s his voice that pulls you back, sweet and soft and oh so like the san you’re used to, the one that sends teasing winks your way when your eyes happen to meet his in class, and the one who has the prettiest notes you’ve ever seen, a colour-scheme for his every highlight and the cutest of doodles to go along with the topic on the paper.

the one who’s hand is currently brushing through your hair, fingers careful as they catch on the tangles near the split ends.

“hmm,” you swear you want to say his name, say more than that, but there’s an ache in your jaw that hinders you from even attempting, your voice-box likely having taken a beaten in the throws of your pleasured moans.

“you okay there?” he giggles over the end of the sentence, and you feel your slowing heartbeat stutter at the sound.

he feels you nod into the crook of his neck and lets his free hand find perch against your hip, moments before giving it a light squeeze. 

he’s warm, and pleasant, and soft.

and moving you both into an up-right position, hands splaying flat against your back and keeping you secure against him, your legs wrapping around his slender waist. you drift off again, between time and space, and come to at the first drop of water that lands on your back.

one drop, two drops, and then a downpour of heat crashing onto both of you.

you can tell from the colour of the pinkish tiles along the communal shower floor that you’re in the women’s changing room, and mentally note to thank him, even if he’s not aware, for bringing you somewhere you won’t have to shamefully stumble out of in the nude, your change of clothes safely tucked away within one of the lockers.

“i’m gonna put you down now, okay?” he speaks so gently that it overwhelms you, answering him only with an affirmative nod of your head.

neither of you speak while he lathers shampoo into your hair, nor when he’s dragging his soap covered hands over the cum that stains your skin, wiping it away and leaving nothing but suds where the liquid once was. he doesn’t speak while covering your eyes with his hands, blocking the sting of the shampoo. you don’t speak when you inch closer, head falling forward to rest against his chest.

when he does eventually speak again, both of your fingertips are wrinkled and bodies are clean, the water of the shower serving as nothing but a way to keep warm.

“you’re, uh, not” the echo of his voice in the empty lockers feels so much more intimate than how his cries sounded by the pool. “doing anything on wednesday, right?”

too lazy to move, you angle your face to stare up at him from his chest and take a moment to just stare, look at the way his hair is sticking to his forehead, at the way his eyes are back to being wide, at the way the marks you’d littered along his neck are becoming more prominent.

“how’d you know?” your question confirms his own, and a tenseness you’d not noticed melts off of his shoulders.

“wednesday is race day. you never work race days.”

it’s such an odd detail to have noticed, and it’s making you question everything you thought you knew about your relationship with san. do acquaintances remember each other’s schedules? do acquaintances bring each other soothing teas when they notice the other developing flu symptoms? do acquaintances waste time pulling faces at each other in lectures they should probably be paying attention to.

“i’m not taking part in the race this time, by choice. my grades are good enough, don’t need to worry about winning some championship to keep my education.” san is speaking unpromptly at this point, rambling in a way you’ve only seen him do when he’s nervous, or excited, or both. “it’s okay if you don’t want to, or you have better things to do or places to be! but, i was just thinking, maybe you’d wanna spend some time with me? there’s this medieval market down on main-street, it’s meant to be really cool, and i just think it would be even cooler to go with you? but, again, you don’t have to. forget it, actually, i’m being stupid and assuming you’re not doing something with your friends or your-”

the kiss you interrupt him with is far more innocent than the one you shared earlier, no hands rushing to touch and tongues desperate to taste, just two sets of lips moving as one.

you pull back and he chases after you, lips landing another peck before you’re grasping his cheek in your hold and forcing him back.

“i think you could have asked me to come help clean your apartment for you and i’d still say yes, just to spend my day with you,” you say, and he smiles as if on instinct, unable to stop it even if he tried.

“really?”

“really.”

“good, cause i already bought us two tickets and i really didn’t wanna have to go alone.” there’s drops of water dancing on his eyelashes, and laziness in his every movement, and you’re both still very much naked, but none of that seems to matter when he gives you another peck, like he’s awakened an addiction and your lips are now his favourite vice. “but, now that you mention it, my apartment could do with some cleaning. and i bet you’d look amazing in a maid outfit.”

a slap echoes in the showers.

“hey! don’t worry, i’ll be wearing a matching one!”

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[gummygowon]

no study room? no problem | park seonghwa

word count: 1.5k

genre: pwp (barely a plot), smut, tutor!seonghwa x student!reader, university au!

warnings: 18+ mdni!!! unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), pet names (baby), praise (f receiving), sorta perv!seonghwa poor attempts at dirty talk lmk if i missed anything!

author's note: i wrote this while slightly tipsy last night but dear heavens i couldn't get tutor!seonghwa out of my head for a couple of days omfg

your chemistry tutor was insanely hot. there was just no doubt about it. a man with a face chiseled to the fucking gods who was also a genius at organic chemistry, how hotter could he get?

to be honest, you always knew he was hot even before you started taking study sessions with him but lately, he has been looking finer and finer every day. it's gotten to the point where you can't focus on anything except for the idea of him bending you over the desk and fucking you senseless.

not to worry though, seonghwa has been eyeing you ever since you took off your drenched university sweatshirt to reveal the soaked white top that exposed your black bra in the library. seonghwa knew you were cute, and even fantasized about you once or twice before bed. but good lord, the sight of you with that soaked white shirt and ruined mascara fed his imagination for a couple of days. poor seonghwa couldn't focus on a single thing you asked him when he was rock-hard underneath the table.

ever since that day for him, it's been increasingly difficult for him to focus on his planned lesson for the day when the image of you with ruined mascara came across his mind.

seonghwa had enough of it. slowly, he's been inching his way toward getting you in bed. he's become increasingly touchy with you such as leaning just a little too much whenever you asked for help on a problem. additionally, seonghwa mastered the art of subtly, eye-fucking you whenever you were diligently working on your homework. also, he loved to tease you by having his eyes drift toward your lips every occasionally when explaining new concepts.

eventually, the chemistry tutor worked the courage to invite you over to his dorm to study instead of the library. yes, you've been to his dorm on the rare occasion the library was packed. however this time was different, seonghwa planned a study session in the middle of midterm week, meaning that the library was going to be insanely crowded from when it opened and to when it closed.

of course, you agreed to go study in his dorm. you desperately needed to master a few topics before your chem exam at the end of the week and let's just say being stressed was an understatement.

everything went like usual, seonghwa explaining concepts here and there while you began working on your study guide.

"seonghwa?"

"yes?" he pulls his head out of your textbook pretending to be busy to distract his dirty thoughts.

"how do i substitute something again in a reaction?" you ask, biting your lip in concentration.

"you just uh-" seonghwa mumbles staring at the way your teeth gnaw at your lip as his thoughts began to wander. he could probably get you to do the same face if he fucked you hard enough.

"seonghwa?" you wave a hand in his face, trying to reel his attention back to you.

without thinking, he grabbed the hand in front of him startling the both of you. looking deeply into your eyes trying to search for any sign of disgust or anything along those lines, he only found the same desperate hunger in your eyes too.

with his findings, he plunged forward, his lips attacking yours as seonghwa lets the hand that was holding yours drop and use it to tug you onto his lap.

your tongue ghosts over his top lip earning a groan from below. in a second, seonghwa is copying your action from earlier, swiping his tongue over your lip, before entering your mouth. sweet moans escaped as you let your tutor explore your mouth.

soon, your sounds were too much for seonghwa that he pulled away leaving you pouting at the loss of contact.

"bed. now." he instructs pointing over to his neatly folded bed.

immediately, you follow his orders climbing on top of the crisp covers, and quickly seonghwa crawls on top of you. he pulls you in for another messy kiss where your teeth clashed and left you breathless. pulling away to catch his breath, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned stomach. seonghwa does the same to you, tugging your shirt off as well, revealing the same black bra from the rainy day at the library. oh, he was in a treat for tonight. continuing with ridding your clothes, he moves down to work on getting your pants and pulling both your underwear and pants down in one swift motion.

"gonna need to prep you first." seonghwa says before diving onto your neck to leave little kisses on it. right after he distracts you with his mouth, a finger toys at your arousal, collecting all the slick from wet pussy before plunging everything back in.

"fuck seonghwa," you curse, a hand moving to grip his hair.

steadily, he moves his finger at a decent speed closely watching your reactions. when your cunt begins to ache for more, you subconsciously move your hips to match seonghwa's finger but once he notices, he shoves another finger in catching you off guard.

"oh my god!"

"look at my good girl, she's taking my fingers so well." he hums into your ear before moving his lips down to nibble on your ear, "i can't wait to see how well you take my cock, baby."

"ff-uck want it now." you mumble.

"want what baby? use your words." he teases, his fingers moving at a faster pace.

"want your ah-cockk, pleasee, please." you beg.

"there's my good girl." seonghwa praises his mouth moving once more to your neck to reward you with open-mouthed kisses.

seonghwa flips the both of you over to get you on your knees. your ass sticks up in the air as his mouth waters at the sight of your arousal dripping down your thigh.

you attempt to look behind yourself to look seonghwa by folding your arms in front of your head and craning your neck to look over your shoulder. you watch as seonghwa quickly unzips his pants and kicks it away. the huge bulge in his boxers left your pussy aching knowing that he wanted you as much you wanted him.

with a dazed look, you watch as seonghwa takes his cock out and pumps himself a few times, his tip an angry red with beads or precum leaking from its tips. a moan escapes your mouth as you feel seonghwa's tip grace your folds before he pushes into your cunt.

"fuck!"

a deep groan comes from seonghwa as he bottoms out, feeling how tight you are just for him. he gives you a second to adjust before pulling out and then slamming his hips back in. soon, he falls into a steady rhythm creating lewd noises mixed with your sweet moans and the sinful sounds of his cock ramming into your sopping cunt.

"seonghwa, fuck!" you groan, gripping his bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"look at you, taking my cock so well." he whispers into your ear as he leans over, "i know how much you've been wanting this baby. and now look at you, getting fucked on your knees after waiting so long."

you couldn't even respond, only moans and gasps left your mouth at his dirty words.

"i should reward you huh?"

nodding frantically like a maniac, you look at seonghwa with pleading eyes.

immediately, he stops his rhythms, "it's rude to ignore someone's question baby, and you know i don't reward bad girls."

"y-yes! fuck yes! i'm your good girl!" you cry out just wanting to feel seonghwa move again.

"there's my girl." he praises in your ear once more before continuing the brutal pace on your pussy. soon, seonghwa could tell you were close with how your words turned into senseless mumbles and moans as you repeated his name like a broken record.

"hwa- please, please, let me cum."

"not yet." he instructs leading you to whine out in distress.

however, you were quickly shut up when seonghwa began to pound into you harder. both of his hands were gripping your hips so hard that it was destined to leave bruises later.

"f-fuck, you feel so good, your pussy made just for me. you're all mine now." seonghwa rambles, his words making no sense as they tumbled out of his mouth. his own high coming up fast.

"hwa, please," you cry out once more, the knot in your stomach becoming almost unbearable.

"come now, baby." he groans his hips quickening once more to send the both of you over the edge.

seonghwa works the both of you through your orgasms until you whimper at the overstimulation. slowly, he pulls himself out and watches as his cum mixed with yours drips out of your hole and onto the sheets. it was almost enough for him to get rock hard again but just not tonight.

instead, seonghwa finds his discarded boxers before searching for a clean towel to use to clean you up. when he finally found what he was looking for, he saw you slumped on his bed and out of breath. fuck, this image of you breathless because of him easily replaces the one of you with the soaked white shirt.

"so, same time next week?"

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[hwauroras]

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (제0장)

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, @hwalysm, pinterest

wc 2k. unedited. technically the first chapter but can be counted as an epilogue. painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (ft. musician!san and artstudent!wooyoung). written in two different perspectives - third person for seonghwa and second person for the reader. mainly consists of introductions to the main characters. seems like a bit of a dump, just to get the details out there. will become more of a story in chapter 1. no massive genre yet. a bit angsty i suppose? but nothing tragic.

placing down the colorful piece of kidney shaped wood that had helped him tell many stories and portray so many emotions before, seonghwa’s eyes fixed on the mesmerizing splash of blue and white that stared back at him; a depiction of a mysterious individual who, long ago, he had conjured from the depths of his imagination.

it was, at first, a little jarring.

one minute, he was staring at some blank plain-woven cotton - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful brushstrokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to him, yet it was one that came to him so naturally - one that numbed him of almost all his senses except those ruled by the inner realm.

but of course, as time went on, seonghwa grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless rainy days and star filled nights, he worked to perfect his craft.

and he still wasn’t satisfied.

with a slight tsk, seonghwa tore his eyes away from the canvas and ran his fingers through his shiny black hair (made slightly blue by his most recent activities).

if it were anyone else, they would not see a single flaw.

yet seonghwa, he saw but one.

“damn it. why can’t you just be here?”

with a heavy sigh, seonghwa let his hand drop from his hair and swing by his side. he turned to face the room where he, and only he, spent most of his days and nights in. the walls were adorned with his magnificent artwork, each stroke on every canvas capturing and immobilizing a piece of his passion, his love. it would be clear to anyone who managed to steal even the slightest glimpse, that this was all he lived for.

and, while that would be a very fair (and true) assumption, not a single stroke on any one of those canvases was capable of truly expressing how he felt deep inside. it all lacked one key element - them.

the way he saw it; when you paint something or someone so exquisite again and again, you can’t help but fall in love, especially when it’s your own creation that comes from a place you didn’t know you had within you. you can’t help but imagine things, and dare he say it - paint a picture of what things could possibly be like if things were different.

what if they existed?

what if they were his?

“it’s all one big ‘what if’, isn’t it?” seonghwa asked aloud, to no one and nothing but his many “failed” projects.

well - at least, that’s what he initially thought.

“what’s one big ‘what if’?”

the black haired man spun around upon hearing a reply in a voice different to his own, his dark brown eyes landing directly on another rather dorito shaped man with dimples leaning against the doorframe.

“ah.. san. please don’t sneak up on me like that.”

with the view of seonghwa’s hand instinctively clutching his chest to calm his racing heart, san, seonghwa’s closest friend of eight years (and only exception into the room), let a mischievous smile creep onto his face.

"sorry, seonghwa hyung," san chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement, clearly unaffected by the shock he had caused to the older male. “i couldn't resist. how about a penny for your thoughts?”

quickly gaining his composure, seonghwa’s gaze softened at the troublesome - yet kindhearted and well intentioned - younger man that stood before him.

"oh, it’s nothing," he replied with a small, reassuring smile, though his voice carried a slight hint of uncertainty. “i’m just a little tired.”

san’s expression changed, his playful demeanor shifting to a serious, concerned one.

“are you sure?” he asked, taking a cautious step closer. “i mean.. i know you know yourself best, but i can’t help but notice you’ve been a little distant lately. maybe frustrated?”

seonghwa hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not to confide in san. but the genuine concern in his friend's eyes was hard to ignore, and he knew he had to be honest.

nothing gets past choi san, he thought to himself.

“san, have you ever longed for something so profound, yet no matter how deep that feeling may go, you know it can never be?”

the younger tilted his head at the question.

“what do you mean?”

seonghwa took a deep breath, trying to put his complex, unexplainable emotions into brief words.

“well.. you know how artists can pour their heart, their soul, their lives - into their creations?”

san nodded.

“of course. i’m like that with my music.”

“well, it's like that for me too,” seonghwa continued, turning to face the string of canvases that lined his walls. “i’ve been painting someone, imagining someone, for as long as i can remember. they’re a part of me, but they’re not real. and they’re not me either. they’re like a completely different entity.”

san’s brows furrowed as he followed his friend’s gaze.

“is that the person? the one you’ve only shown to me? i didn’t realize it went that deep.”

“yes, that's the one. my muse.”

san placed a comforting hand on seonghwa’s shoulder and offered a warm smile, which seonghwa couldn’t help but return when he spotted the man’s dimples.

“hyung, i may not fully understand what you're going through, but from one artist to another, i do understand the power of art and the emotions it’s able to provoke," san said earnestly. “and if you feel this way about your paintings, which are a reflection of your thoughts, and are a form of self expression, then maybe you’re onto something.”

seonghwa’s eyes widened at the younger man’s words - which softened the eyes of the latter, his dimples deepening as he continued to speak.

“maybe your art is a physical manifestation of what your heart knows. perhaps they’re glimpses into the possibilities that exist beyond the realm of paint and canvas.

“but what do i know?” san finished with a quip, his eyes turning into crescent moons. “i’m no painter. i could be completely wrong. just promise you won’t pull a van gogh over this, okay?”

seonghwa stared at san, a look of bewilderment etched into his features. with eyes wide and mouth agape, and an apparent dismissal of the younger man’s additional comment, san's words had evidently struck a chord. after a few moments of silence, he opened his mouth to respond.

“you know, maybe you’re right. thank you, san. you’re a great friend. and - i promise.”

~

“hey y/n!”

startled by the sudden intrusion into classroom you were seated in, you looked up - and locked eyes with a purple haired man you knew all too well.

with a sigh, you placed down your sketchbook - one that contained the many stories and portrayals of so many emotions you’ve felt over the years. though, despite your immense amount of skill, you never seemed able to quite accurately portray this one subject heavy on your mind. a depiction of a mysterious male individual who, long ago, you had conjured from the depths of your imagination.

it was, at first, a little jarring.

one minute, you were staring at a blank piece of wood pulp paper - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful pencil strokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to you, yet it was one that came to you so naturally - one that numbed you of almost all your senses except those ruled by the inner realm.

but of course, as time went on, you grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless peaceful days and somber nights, you worked to perfect your craft.

and you still weren’t satisfied.

shaking your head, you mindlessly waved your hand at the empty chair opposite you. with a smirk, the mentioned man took his cue and seated himself, resting his head between his hands, his elbows using the table in front of you for support.

“what do you want, wooyoung?”

“ah, my sweet sweet y/n,” wooyoung said with a pout, clutching his heart dramatically. “must you be so cold?”

you rolled your eyes at wooyoung’s theatrics, and playfully pushed his shoulder.

“i’m not being cold, woo. i’m just focused on my art - and you always tend to barge in at the wrong times.”

wooyoung’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his mischievous grin never leaving his lips.

“ah, yes, your art. the hobby that consumes you day and night, leaving no room for anything else, or anyone else for that matter. including me. do you have any idea how much that hurts, y/n? honestly, the audacity.”

you couldn't help but blush slightly at his teasing, knowing that he was well aware of your fixation on the male figure you couldn’t stop sketching - and how you felt about it all too. wooyoung had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember (both of your moms both volunteered at the same animal shelter) and he was the only one you ever felt comfortable enough to confided in about the otherworldly creation that had become the centre of your artistic world.

"sorry, woo. i just can't help it," you admitted, glancing at your sketchbook with a mix of admiration and frustration (an action that your friend mirrored). “it’s just that - when you draw something or someone so beautiful again and again, you can’t help but fall in love, especially when it’s your own creation that comes from a place you didn’t know you had within you. and every time i draw him, i feel like i’m able to get closer to capturing who he really is in my mind - but yet, he still manages to slip away from me.”

wooyoung’s playful expression softened, his gaze filled with sympathy and understanding as he reached out to pat your shoulder - drawing your attention back to him.

“i know, y/n. you’ve been my ride or die since forever. i can see how much this guy means to you, how he consumes your thoughts. i’ll even go as far as to say he’s the reason you’re at this school.”

you nodded slowly at his words.

you and wooyoung were always avid artists, so it almost seemed inevitable for you to apply for and be accepted into the aurora institute of the visual and performing arts. but - you knew it wouldn’t have been possible without the years you spent on your mystery muse.

“but,” he continued, “we can’t blur the line between fantasy and reality forever, y/n. as much as your art connects you to this guy, we need to remember that he is a creation born from your imagination. he doesn’t exist. there’s so much more out there for you to see, there’s someone else out there for you to love. they could be right in front of you, and yet you push those opportunities away. i’m glad you’re so passionate about this, but you must think rationally - for your own good.”

you sighed, a mix of gratitude and frustration washing over you. you knew he was right, that this figure came from your mind - but there was a part of you that knew it wasn’t that simple.

“wooyoung…”

“look, if this really means that much to you, i won’t stop you from thinking this way. i trust your judgement. but,” wooyoung paused, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and sympathy, "i just want you to be keep an open mind. don’t limit yourself to this one guy you may not ever find. and i know there's someone special out there who could make you just as happy - if not happier - than you could ever imagine.

“so please,” wooyoung pleaded, his eyes shifting to a look of something just short of desperation, “promise me that you’ll try.”

with a deep sigh, your gaze flicked back to the black and white mystery man, whose deep lead eyes stared back at you with as much emotion as you could physically portray.

“i promise, wooyoung.”

~

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[hahafixon]

I Did It On Accident! ~ *Park Seonghwa*

Summary: Hot Pink Mistake

Pairing: Park Seonghwa X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1519

Warning: Insecurity

Lipstick Series Masterlist

Hot Pink is the color of playfulness and charisma

You were in the bathroom, double-checking everything. Since there was an award show going on, you had to look at least decent for when the results were announced. You could feel it deep down inside you that Ateez was going to win today, so you made sure you dressed well for the occasion. Reaching into your purse, you grabbed a tube of hot pink lipstick and added a fresh coat in an attempt to hopefully calm your nerves. Even if you weren’t performing, you were still anxious for the boys. You hoped all of their hard work would pay off tonight. Really, no matter what happened, you still supported them with all your heart and soul.

Taking a deep, albeit shaky breath, you stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at the nervous yet excited looking boys around me.  “You guys got this! I know you’re going to win again, I just know it! No matter what happens, dinner is on me tonight!”

While the boys cheered, Seonghwa gave you a hug before whispering in your ear, “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

You smiled, before kissing him on the apple of his cheek. “Of course. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t support my boyfriend all the time?”

“Ateez! We need you on standby!” A stagehand called, motioning them towards the stage.

They all took a collective deep breath before Seonghwa smiled at you. “See you soon, dearest. I promise to bring home a trophy.”

“You better!” You teased with a laugh. “I can’t wait to celebrate your victory with all of you! So you better be thinking of what you want to eat when this is over!”

“Now we have to win first!” Yunho announced before heading out onto the stage.

Seonghwa chuckled and kissed your cheek one last time. “A kiss for good luck.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before shooing him towards the stage. “You don’t need any luck! You’re going to win, I’m sure of it! Everyone can see that from your hard work and determination. Now go before you’re late!”

As soon as they were on stage, you went to one of the monitors backstage to watch. They all hid their nerves well, but you knew them well enough to see they were all pent up balls of energy, just waiting to be called for first place again. You took in each member’s reaction carefully and smiled. This is the moment they have been waiting for and it was finally here. You sent a silent thank you to all the Atinys out there in the world for bringing them this far again. They deserved this win as much as the boys did. Honestly, this moment was perfect and-

Wait.

What is that?

Your hands covered your mouth as you started laughing hysterically. The camera had dramatically panned over everyone on stage and you could see a bright, hot pink spot on the apple of Seonghwa’s cheek. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be! And yet there it was, plain as day! You must have gotten some lipstick on his cheek when you gave him that good luck kiss. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too mad when he found out and hopefully the boys wouldn’t give him such a hard time as well. But knowing the boys, they probably would.

You scanned the boys again, to see if any of them realized your little slip up as well. It didn’t look like any of them did, although Mingi was acting a bit suspicious, so there was a possibility that he knew. Then again, Mingi always seemed suspicious. Your cheeks started to blaze red as it suddenly dawned on you. If Mingi knew, the fans watching probably knew too. You still had yet to come out as an official couple yet! What would the fans say? What would the company say? What would Seonghwa say if the company denied everything? What was going to happen if people found out?

Thoughts like this kept swirling through your head and you started to become sick with the thought of KQ forcing you two apart. It seemed like Ateez was no longer the only ones rather terrified at the moment. How could you be so careless? What if Seonghwa never wanted to see you again after your mistake? You don’t think you could bear breaking up with him.

Even if you’ve only been dating for a couple of months, he seemed like the most perfect person you’ve ever met. He was always so kind, patient, and charming. He knew when to listen and be serious, but he also knew when to be funny and playful. Seonghwa is the perfect balance between responsible and childish. Honestly, the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever want and you couldn’t imagine being a day without him. Now there was a strong chance of him leaving you.

“ATEEZ!”

You looked back at the monitor to see the boys cheering and screaming. It was then you realized what had just happened and why you were here. They won. Ateez won! Inception got its first win!

Despite feeling sick with worry, you were so insanely proud of them. They did it. All their hopes and dreams have led them to this extraordinary moment for the third time and nothing could take that away from them. You cheered them on from the sidelines, feeling excitement replace your anxiety. You cried happy tears with Seonghwa on the monitor. He was going to be bringing that trophy home after all.

Waiting patiently for them to exit the stage, you hummed Inception to yourself as they danced around on stage like crazy people. Even if this was their third win, they still treated it like it was their first, which made you happy. Honestly, these boys were simply too much sometimes.

“Y/N! DID YOU SEE US? DID YOU SEE WHAT WE DID? DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED?” You turned away from the monitor at San’s loud and crazy voice.

Beaming at them, you nodded. “I did! Congratulations you guys! You all did amazing! I’m so proud of you guys! Now you really have earned a good dinner!”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Yeosang smiled.

Seonghwa gave you a big hug. “I can’t believe it. We won again. It still feels like a dream, just like when we won the first time around.”

Hugging him back, you sighed happily. “You did it, Seonghwa, and you deserve it. You all deserve it. It’s one heck of a dream to be living, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Mingi’s snickers made you look at him with confusion. He pointed to Seonghwa’s cheek, still laughing. “I can’t believe you went out on stage like that.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You got some pink lipstick on your cheek.” Hongjoong explained, smiling. “It’s very bright, hot pink lipstick.”

He touched his cheek before looking at you with wide eyes. You felt your stomach plummet. “You-”

“I’m sorry! Really Seonghwa, I am! I didn’t mean to get you in trouble! I hope you can forgive me! I’m really-”

Your apologies were cut off by him hugging you tightly again. “Oh Y/n! What am I going to do with you?”

“Ah, I, uh, what?”

He smiled at you tenderly. “It’s alright. I was just thinking, it is probably about time for us to go public with our relationship anyway. I think the lipstick mark is a perfect way to tell the fans that I’m taken.”

“Seonghwa!” You gasped in shock. “Do you realize the kind of scandal you’ll be in.”

“What? Are you saying you don’t want to go public yet?” He asked, a bit crestfallen. “Because I can tell everyone it was simply a mistake. I can-”

It was your turn to cut him off, but instead of a hug, you gave him a kiss on the lips. “It’s not a mistake. I love you and I want everyone to know how much I love you.”

He smiled dreamily. “I love you too.”

Yunho clapped his hand on his shoulder. “You know, Y/n did promise us dinner. And we all have a couple suggestions for her.”

Seonghwa gave a small noise of annoyance. “Oh God…”

“What do you all have in mind?” You asked, feeling slightly nervous.

“Fried chicken.” Of course Yeosang would say that.

“Meat!” Mingi almost shouted, both Wooyoung and San nodding their heads.

“Maybe some kimchi?” Jongho suggested and everyone agreed.

You nodded before glancing at Seonghwa. “I’m sure I can whip something up for you guys. Especially considering you guys earned it tonight.”

Seonghwa nodded before pecking my lips. “We’ll officially announce it to Atiny when we’re done, okay?”

Again, you nodded, sending him off to the green room to get ready to go. “Sounds good. I’ll see you all soon!”

As they were leaving, Mingi announced loudly, “Hey Seonghwa, you should probably go fix your makeup. You don’t want to go out and about with hot pink lipstick on your cheek and lips, yeah?”

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