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feverishly-kpop · 4 months

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Seonghwa & Ateez - Wisdom Tooth Extraction

“Hyung, are you sure you’re going to be okay alone?” Between San and Mingi he had been asked that question no less than a dozen times that morning and, every time, he forced himself to smile (if you could even call the way he tried his best to force the edges of his swollen mouth upwards a smile) and nod, doing his best to convince them that he’d be just fine.

He understood why they were worried. Seonghwa would feel the same way if the shoe was on the other foot. He wouldn’t want to leave any of his dongsaengs home alone the day after they had their wisdom teeth pulled. But they had a job to do today and he didn’t, so Seonghwa put on his best face in order to convince San and Mingi that there was nothing to worry about. Frankly, with the amount of pain he was in, he was pretty set on taking one of the pain tablets that he’d been sent home from the surgeon’s office with and passing out for the day. With any luck his members would be home by the time he woke up again.

Seonghwa waited until he heard the front door close before getting out of bed to grab himself some ice packs, water, and pain tablets. The procedure itself hasn’t been so bad and he had spent most of the prior evening sleeping off the remaining anesthesia but the pain that had kicked in that morning was no joke. Of course he didn’t want San and Mingi to know how much pain he was in. It would only worry them more than they already were, a thought that Seonghwa simply couldn’t bear. But now that they were gone he allowed his mask to fall as he collapsed back in bed, already feeling the effects of the strong pain medication that left him feeling dizzy and even more exhausted than he already was.

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Waking up shivering and covered in sweat hadn’t been part of Seonghwa’s plans for the day. He recalled nursing Yunho and Wooyoung through mild fevers after their wisdom teeth extractions but neither of them had gotten this sick at any point of their recovery.

Seongwha’s ears rang as he sat up, the sudden movement creating a painful pressure that he hadn’t felt while lying down. A few deep breaths helped to silence the ringing but did nothing to dull the pain.

Getting to his feet was no small feat either. After a few attempts that ended with dizzy spells which had him sitting back down on the edge of his bed, Seonghwa finally managed to stand up, leaning heavily against the wall for support. The medication that had so quickly lulled him to sleep now had him feeling woozy and hardly able to see straight.

He finally made his way to the washroom where he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror which sent a shutter down his spine. On top of his jaw being swollen his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were brightly flushed. After a few moments of rifling through the medicine cabinet Seonghwa found their thermometer and shoved it under him arm, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to keep it under his tongue given how inflamed and tender the inside of his mouth was. A few quick beeps revealed a reading of 39.4°, more than a full degree higher than he had seen either Yunho or Wooyoung run following their procedures.

As much as he wanted to grab some fresh ice, Seonghwa’s body had other plans. Using the rest of his energy he slowly wandered back to bed, pulling his comforter up to his chin before grabbing his phone. The brightness made his eyes ache as he gave consideration to his next move. He typed out a message to Hongjoong:

“Please leave the studio, I’m sick.”

That absolutely wouldn’t do. Hongjoong was busy and couldn’t afford to leave work for something as trivial as this.

After deleting that message he pulled up his group chat with San and Mingi:

“Hey sorry to bother you guys but I’m not feeling so well, any chance one of you could come home?”

No, not that either. Seonghwa couldn’t bear the thought of worrying them. And with that he locked his phone and set it aside, drifting off into a fever induced sleep.

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When Seonghwa woke up again he knew two things - he was in some serious pain and he was no longer alone.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to take in what was going on around him before he was jolted by a pair of ice packs being held against his swollen jaw and another being placed over his forehead. The sudden cold sent his eyes flying open, revealing San perched at the side of his bed, an apologetic look crossing his face.

“I’m sorry, hyung” San said softly as he placed a hand on the side of Seonghwa’s neck, concerned about the heat emanating from his skin. “What happened while we were gone? You’re really not doing well, are you?”

Seonghwa only shrugged slightly before closing his eyes. The room was too bright. The ice was too cold. His jaw was too sore. It was all too much.

San grew quiet, allowing his hyung a moment of rest, but Seonghwa could now hear Mingi’s voice coming from outside his door.

“No, hyung, this isn’t the same as with Yunho and Wooyoung. They ran a little temperature. He’s burning up.”

Mingi had called Hongjoong.

Shit.

Seonghwa let out a soft whine and reached for the ice pack on his forehead, throwing it aside before trying to sit up. San promptly jumped into action, placing a soft hand on Seonghwa’s chest to keep him down.

“What’s wrong?” San asked as he laid the ice pack back over Seonghwa’s forehead and adjusted the ones on his jaw.

“Don’t bother Joong” Seonghwa managed to croak out, the words difficult to produce between his sore throat and jaw.

“He needs to know what’s going on. You’re really sick” San replied, trying his best to settle Seonghwa down.

Seonghwa sighed, knowing that San was right, but it didn’t make him feel any better. He closed his eyes again, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and for the whole ordeal to be over once he woke up again.

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His light sleep was interrupted by the sound of his door opening again, this time revealing Hongjoong who only needed to take one look at Seonghwa to know that Mingi was right. This wasn’t the slight fever that he had expected to find when he arrived. If his bright red cheeks and the sheen of sweat covering his face and neck were anything to go off of, Seonghwa was burning up.

Seonghwa cracked his eyes open and was overcome by a mixture of relief that Hongjoong had arrived but also guilt for disturbing him.

“Sorry…” Seonghwa mumbled with a visible wince. The pain medication that he had taken that morning had long since worn off and the pain had returned fully, just adding to Seonghwa’s misery.

“Nothing to be sorry about” Hongjoong said gently as he knelt down next to Seonghwa’s bed. “Can you tell me what hurts?”

“Jaw, ears, throat, head…” Seonghwa’s response would have been nearly impossible for anybody but Hongjoong to understand, but Hongjoong had no problem making out the list of ailments. Turning to San and Mingi who were lingering in the doorway, Hongjoong quickly put them to work, asking Mingi to help Seonghwa sit up in bed while sending San to fetch their thermometer as well as Seonghwa’s pain tablets and a glass of water.

Hongjoong immediately grabbed the thermometer from San before easing Seonghwa out of his shirt. “We’ll get you a clean shirt, you’ve sweated straight through that one” he said softly, which Mingi took as his cue to find something cozy for his hyung to wear. “That’s it” Hongjoong added as he raised Seonghwa’s arm and placed the thermometer underneath. He then helped Seonghwa take another pain tablet, frowning as he realized how difficult it was for him to open his mouth and to swallow. The thermometer beeped as Seonghwa handed the glass to San. Hongjoong frowned at the reading.

“What is it?” Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong sighed before responding - “It’s 39.2°.”

“Yunho and Wooyoung never broke 38.3°. Maybe something is wrong” Seonghwa said, his voice breaking at the end of the statement. It was difficult enough for Hongjoong to see Seonghwa this sick and in so much pain, but now he was working himself up with worry on top of it.

“No, no Hwa. Nothing is wrong. I read through your discharge paperwork and all of this can be normal” Hongjoong responded quickly. “I’m just sorry you got hit with all of these side effects at once.”

After putting Seonghwa’s mind somewhat more at ease, Hongjoong and Mingi helped him into a soft sweater and got him back to sleep.

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Seonghwa slept through the rest of the evening and into the night without waking until the following morning at the sound of San’s alarm. Within minutes of waking San made his way to his hyung’s room, relieved to find him looking much healthier than he had the night before.

“Morning Hwa-hyung, how are you feeling?” Seonghwa startled for a moment, not having noticed that San had entered his room as he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram.

“A lot better. Achy, but getting better” he responded.

“We’ve got practice today but please, hyung, text somebody if you start feeling unwell again. It was scary coming home and finding you…” San wasn’t sure how to finish his thought as his mind drifted back to the feverish, shivering form of his hyung that he had returned home to after yesterday’s practice. “Just don’t do that again, okay?”

Seonghwa nodded as San turned to leave and get ready for the day. Just before he closed the door, San added one last thought. “I know you always want to take care of us, hyung. But, please, let us take care of you sometimes. Just because you’re the oldest hyung doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. We all love you.”

Seonghwa smiled at that. San could always be counted on to see what was bothering any of the members, often before they knew themselves.

“I love you too, Sannie” Seonghwa replied, the words coming a little easier today as the swelling in his jaw went down. “Have a good day at practice. I’ll let you know if I need anything, I promise.”

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noonaishere · 3 months

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Online/Offline [C.S] - twenty-four | a car? in this economy?

You and Wooyoung stood by the café's back door as Seonghwa unlocked it.

“I told her to be here at seven, so she should be here any minute now.” He pushed the back door open and let the two of you walk through as he looked towards the edges of the parking lot to see if anyone was walking towards the building.

“Uh oh, bad first impression,” Wooyoung sang as he walked in and flicked the kitchen lights on.

You suppressed a laugh and poked him in his side.

He laughed and swatted at you.

“You’re not wrong, Woo,” Seonghwa sighed before taking one last look and letting the door close behind him.

“Maybe she just got caught in traffic or something.” You offered.

“A car? In this economy?” Wooyoung scoffed.

Seonghwa looked at him, unimpressed.

Wooyoung, now laughing at his own joke and Seonghwa’s expression, started up the ovens and set about getting the kitchen ready for the day.

You walked over to the cubby area for keeping your personal items and put your bag in one of the cubbies and hung up your coat. As you put on your apron, you could hear knocking on the front door and you peeked from the back, really hoping it wasn’t one of the impatient businessmen who sometimes knocked on the door and tried to get inside five or ten minutes before you had opened and the drawer wasn’t even in the register. Why anyone would think they should be served before the café lights are even on was beyond your reasoning.

Instead of that, there was a young woman around your age or a little younger at the door. She looked worried.

“Um, Seonghwa? There’s someone knocking on the door already.”

He looked at you and then walked past and answered it.

“God, it’s not one of those businessmen, is it?” Wooyoung asked. “I hate them, so self-important. ‘This coffee isn’t hot enough!’ ‘This coffee is too hot!’ So annoying.”

“No, it’s a girl.”

“Oh? It’s too early for students.” He said as he joined you by the kitchen doorway, where the two of you watched the interaction curiously.

Seonghwa opened the door slightly and seemed to explain that the café hadn’t opened yet. The girl gestured quickly as she explained herself and Seonghwa let her in, locking the door behind her.

“Better get to the register,” Wooyoung elbowed you.

You shot him a look - oh, the joys of barely having to interact with the customers - and walked over to the register.

“Welcome to AtoZ café , what would you like today?”

“Y/n, this is Han Minsoo. Minsoo, this is y/n. Minsoo is our new employee.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” You apologized.

“No, I’m sorry. I misunderstood and thought I was meant to come in the front door.” She said as she clutched her bag, embarrassed.

“It’s alright, Minsoo. You’re new and everyone makes mistakes when they’re new,” Seonghwa said gently.

“I can tell you about the time I ruined a whole batch of croissants by accident and Wooyoung threw them at me, if it makes you feel better.” You smiled.

Minsoo looked at you with something between confusion and admiration, Seonghwa shot you a look of disapproval.

“Or not.”

“Y/n will be training you on how to make the simpler drinks today so you can learn the basics.”

Minsoo nodded.

“Let me show you around before you start, and we can get you an apron and you can start your training”

Minsoo nodded again. Seongwha led the way to the cubby area and she followed behind him shyly.

“So that’s the new girl, huh?”

“Jesus--!” You jumped and hit Wooyoung on the chest.

He laughed.

“Don’t sneak up on people!” You yelled quietly as you hit him again.

He laughed again. “So what do we think?”

“About her?”

“Mhm.”

“I don’t know. She seems nice I guess? I only said five words to her.”

“Hmm…”

“Why, what do you think?”

“She has a cute face.”

“She does.”

“Like, round and kind of chubby and very cute.”

“Mhm. Very cute face. Let’s hope she catches on to training quick.”

Wooyoung nodded and stepped in front of you and started shaking you by the shoulders. “And then I can train you in baking, and I can finally go on a fucking vacation,” he pretended to sob with relief.

You laughed as you grabbed onto his arms and tried to stop him.

“Ah, Wooyoung, here you are.” Seongwha said as he walked over with Minsoo, who now had an apron on. “Wooyoung is our resident genius baker.”

“Oh, I’m a genius baker now?”

“I think I can safely say that our pastries are our main draw.”

“Oh, you make everything?” Minsoo asked.

“Mhm,” Wooyoung nodded.

“Your crullers are amazing.”

Wooyoung smiled brightly and bowed like a vaudevillian entertainer. “Thank you very much, kind lady. I do take pride in what I do--”

“That’s enough dramaticness,” you said as you pushed him away in the direction of the kitchen door.

“Hey! You’re one to talk!”

You laughed and ignored him and gestured to the espresso machines. “Would you like to learn how to make espresso?”

“Oh-- uh-- yes please.” Minsoo smiled, slightly confused.

Wooyoung swatted at your back with a laugh as you ushered her over to the espresso machine and he and Seonghwa went to the back of the café.

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eviebyme · 2 years

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Hii! I just discovered your page and I already love it!! I wanted to ask if I can have a romantic astrology compatibility with ateez <3

Thank you 💖💖💖

Hi there! Thank you so much❤️ and thank you for your request. Your signs will be in pink and their signs will be in green. Enjoy!!

For ateez

I ship you with...Seonghwa!

5th House in Aquarius/Venus in Aquarius

This pairing is a very strong indicator of a deep, passionate relationship. Although the attraction will be instant when first meeting each other, you two will start out as great friends. You are enamored with Seongwha and see a relationship with him as a way to improve your life. Mostly, you will love him for what makes him different and will find his quirks very endearing. He will see you as someone he wants a family with. Seonghwa does not commit easily but he will be so head over heels in love he can’t help himself. You will accept him and his eccentricity and he will decide early on that he wants to lock you down.

Mars in Sagittarius/Venus in Aquarius

The basis of your relationship is freedom and adventure. You both are quite unconventional, especially when it comes to romance, and will always be looking for exciting activities to do together. Seonghwa is especially non traditional and finds conventional romance quite boring. You are bold and take risks when pursuing him. Your dedication will definitely catch his eye and he will appreciate how straightforward you are. He will constantly be looking for a new experiences throughout your relationship, and you certainly deliver.

North Node in Cancer/Moon in Cancer

Through all of the passion and eccentricity, you both are very sensitive at heart. You are constantly searching for purpose and satisfaction in your life. Each new adventure and experience you embark on you are always hoping for a sign or inspiration which could provide a sense of purpose. Seonghwa acknowledges these feelings and always provides a safe and stable environment where you can be free to look within. Not only does he not judge you, but he understands you and will aid you on the journey to self discovery.💛

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slowee00 · 5 months

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• — SYSTEM X • ACT 1

• BY SLOWEE00/SLOoORE

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INTRO 𝟶𝟷 • 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 희생

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The first two - three chapters are old. Bare with me.

Chapter warning: super short, augst(?), might have grammar errors.

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DISCLAIMER ⚠️

This is a work of fiction. Characters, character personalities, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Stan Ateez and their hardworking music. <3

[Flashback: nearly a year ago]

Location: unknown

"Damn, it’s locked." Lola stated, banging on the medal door one more time. She tried every thing. "We're trapped, it's no use..." Yeji mumbled. She felt the cold concrete under her rear as she sits down on the freezing stairs. She sighs, running her thoughts on how she got into this mess to begin with.

"So...we're gonna give up?" Lola asked, turning around to face her partner. "Well… the head is dead, the widows are free, which means our mission is... done."

Lola gave Yeji a worrisome expression before joining her on the cold stairs.

"One minute till self destruct. Please head to the escape pods immediately."

Lola sighs and rubs her hands together as if she trying to ease some stress. Her leg bounces up and down, thinking if there another way out of this death situation. Any windows? No we're underground and every gate has been locked so tightly, not even a insect can sneak in.

The two woman took off their black mask to smell the toxic yet fresh air. It smelt of burnt mental, dry dirt, and concrete. The smell of being buried alive.

"...smells like ass..." Lola let out a small snort at Yeji's comment. She smiles up at Yeji while Yeji looked up at her smooth face. Lola unintentionally placed her hand on Yeji's thighs with her palm facing up.

Yeji isn't much of a talker. She's probably the only assassin who takes her job seriously besides Seongwha, Mingi, and Hongjoong. Yet she was here, waiting on her death beside one of most loved person in the squad. Lola. A loveable person. Guess she’s the closest Yeji would ever get to ‘rest in peace’.

"10...9...8...7...6...5..."

"I'm sorry, Yeji," Lola muttered, biting her lip and look up to Yeji while the corner of her eyes began to swell.

"Me…” Yeji swallowed. “…Me..too," Yeji answered grabbing her hand and held it tightly; pressing her forehead against Lola's.

"...3...2...1-"

"This is Bravo 7, every squad has made it out, 4-K is unresponsive. 4-K do you copy?! Over!!" Mingi yelled though his intercom, praying to have a response but received nothing but static on the other end.

His breathing slowed. he felt his heart in his throat. He was thinking the impossible. Killing both Lola and Yeji would be impossible. Both women are strong fighters and a simple mission like this couldn't kill them both. No, not after everything.

Drips of sweat ran down the males face as his palms began to heat up. There was something in his stomach, screaming for him to do something more than to scream into his intercom.

"Don't do this Lola, He's gone so far-" just than, a large explosion occurred. Sending large and small parts of concrete in the air. The helicopter swerved in a attempt to dough the flying dead trap.

"Oh god..." Mingi mumbled as the the underground building blow up to bits. His messy yellow and black hair blows crazy against the strong wind through the black smoke.

"Lieutenant I need to withdraw now! I can't see a thing! The mission is complete, there’s nothing we can do!" Yelled the pilot. Mingi didn't have time response as the pilot swerved the helicopter away from the flaming land.

“Lieutenant what’s your status!? Bravo 7 do you copy!?” Mingi could only watch the flame grow smaller as two of his partners go up in flames. With no response or last words.

He lifted up his intercom to his pumped lips, inhaling and exhaling a breath of realization. The sound of the radio and gunshots were muffled as he pushed down on the red button at the top of his walkie-talkie.

“Mission of General Dreykov; 5 out of 7 red room: mission..." he paused.

"Complete... two KIA.”

"Yes!," Wooyoung yelled with a big smile on his face. He jumped off of the helicopter after patting the pilot's shoulder for a 'thank you'. Yunho couldn't help but to smile too. Even the pilot started to play music from the copters radio.

"That was awesome! San, the way you slid under the guard!" He commented pointing at San. "Show me how you did that!" Yunho added.

Everyone's hair aggressively blows as the wind began to pick up. Mingi's copter.

Wooyoung smiled, waving his hand up high for Mingi or anyone else to see. His other hand behind his back.

"Mingi!" He yelled.

Once Mingi's copter was close to the ground, the mixed haired male jumped off of ledge and landed on his feet with a loud stomp. "Min-" Yunho went in for a hug but the male simply walked passed him. "-gi..." he finished, putting down his arms. He sounded hurt with a tint of confusion in his eyes.

The copper finally landed, giving Wooyoung a better view of what was in his companion's copper.

Nothing. The med kit, the backup weapons, and the medical bed still sat at the back of the copper with each strap in the same place.

"Mingi, where's Lola and Yeji?" San asked the taller male, in which he didn't get an answer from. Wooyoung's mouth hanged open slightly, shocked at the empty setting.

"Where is Lola and Yeji, Mingi!" Wooyoung asked, getting more aggressive.

They waited for an answer for a couple of seconds but Wooyoung had enough and began to walk towards the tall male.

"Where the hell are they?!" He yelled, only to be stopped by San and Yunho. Both male placed their hands on his chests, stopping Wooyoung from doing something he’ll might regret later. Mingi stood close to the cliff, looking over the tall trees and mountains.

"K..." He said.

“No-”

“KIA… they’re KIA.” Mingi broke in a whisper, taking out a small box.

Wooyoung grips San's shoulder as his legs began to become weak. “You’re joking..” “wish I was..” The air in his lungs were kicked out of him, leaving his month gaped. Yunho held his waist, trying to keep his partner standing.

“Oh shit…” Wooyoung lips began to quiver. Yunho and San exchanged glances in hopes of one of them knew what to do next. Unfortunately, they were just shooked as everyone else.

“I’m going to look for her-”

“They’re gone, Wooyoung!” Mingi shouted. “I saw the place blow up…” Wooyoung’s mouth was left gasping. “Where… where were you, Huh?!” He asked now getting angry. “They told me to leave and get the USB back to the copper and secure it…” he pauses. “ I thought they were behind me but…”

Mingi avoided everyone’s eyes, he back facing them.

Wooyoung didn’t want to believe it! Without thinking, he legs were running to the other side of the cliff upon seeing the large black smoke painting the sky.

“We have to leave! The smoke is getting too big! Someone definitely seen it and the police is probably on their way here now, get in!” The pilot yelled as he started up the copper once again.

Yunho and San gently grabbed Wooyoung’s arms and guided him to the last copper. From there they got a better view of the flaming forest. Nothing could’ve survived that. There were no words to describe the tension in the air. The atmosphere was filled with realization. The realization of there real business. They’re assassins, death is something they signed up for years ago.

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ifellforix · 4 years

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◦(𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. ✿

【 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎/𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 】

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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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[4:15pm] PSH

TW: exhibitionism, panty kink, unprotected sex, sowwy i dont know what is it about Seongwha that activates these two kinks in my brain but fuuuuuuckkkkkk, also i would like to add posting twice in two days 0.o whats up with me. Ft. Kim Hongjoong

Necessity, that is what drives you to this position. Bent over the desk in Hongjoong’s studio with your lower body bare, your soaked panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, and Seonghwa behind you fucking you almost impossibly fast.

"Shhhh, I can still hear you, baby. The walls aren't very thick and I don't like the idea of anyone hearing just how pretty you sound." As he spoke through his grunts a hand came up to wrap around the back of your neck, pushing your head further onto the desk in an attempt to silence your spilling moans.

You dared to peak over your shoulder to look at Seonghwa. Big mistake. His fitted shirt was the cause of all this in the first place, the way it exposed the line of his muscles and his body in a way that left so much to the imagination had you raking your eyes over him constantly, practically begging him to do something. But you don't have very long, the boys were getting dressed up for a schedule, hence the outfit. He went first so he believed he had enough time to get both of you off before he had to leave, but now as time ticked on, it was only a matter of minutes before someone came looking for him.

But your mind wasn't there right now, it was on the way Seonghwa’s hand had dropped down to play with your clit just as he shifted his angle in the best way possible. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan despite the fabric inside it. You were drooling onto the surface below you just a bit, still staring at the man when he locked eyes with you. This time he groaned himself.

"Your fucking drooling, my dick really makes you feel that good?" Seonghwa asked with the ghost of a smirk between his panting. You nodded frantically, trying your hardest to push back into his thrusts through the clutch he had on you.

You were so close, he was so close. Only a few moments later would have you both over the edge. And then came the sound of the door clicking open.

Your eyes snapped to it, only to see Hongjoongs dumbstruck face taking in the scene before him. And to your horror, Seonghwa did not stop moving. Instead, he quickened his pace in a last spurt on energy, and greedily pitched the sensitive bud between his fingers, forcing a muffled whined past your stuffed mouth.

You and Hongjoong locked eyes as you came. It was pitiful the way you bucked and twitched, both mortified and slightly more aroused than you had been before but you were unable to look away even as you heard Seonghwa groan in release.

The three of you stood in silence for a moment, which was broken by Seonghwa sighing and pulling out of you. You didn't even want to imagine what Hongjoong could see for that angle, as you felt Seonghwa’s cum begin to pour out of you, but his eyes didn't move from that spot.

In a moment Seonghwa and righted himself and fixed his clothing. He turned to you, who was just now pushing yourself up and spoke.

"Looks like I have to get going baby," he shot you a wink before turning to Hongjoong who went rigged under his friend's gaze. Seonghwa’s hand pat Hongjoong’s shoulder as he stopped in the doorway next to him,

"Enjoy the show?"

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thenamesseven · 3 years

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Pairing: Jongho x reader

Genre: Romance, angst, jail au!

Warnings: Mentions of fights, blood and some dead threats. Swearing.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: Here it is! We’re so sooo close to the end guys! On one hand I feel a little sad that Break Out it’s coming to an end but on the other I can’t wait for you to see how it ends! We might possibly have just two chapters left more or less! Anyways hope you enjoy today’s chapter and again, sorry to make you wait so so much!

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Jongho was tossed into a room, barely able to keep his balance as he stumbled inside, eyes still covered and hands still tied behind his back. The males behind him chuckled as he tripped on his own feet, they were not used to seeing Jongho so lost and confused and they were taking their sweet time to enjoy the view in front of them as they followed the trapped inmate into the room.

“Man I never thought this day would come”

Jaehyun’s voice echoed in the empty room, the only piece of furniture nearby was a chair Seonghwa moved closer to Jongho, placing both of his hands on his shoulders in order to force him to sit down. Patting his back in more of a mocking than a comforting way, the male crouched down behind the chair, using the ropes around his hands to tie him to it right before he took some more of it out of his pockets to tie his feet as well. Normally he would have ordered Jaehyun to do it but the inmate had made so many mistakes by now that Seonghwa knew it was better to do things by himself.

“The day I would have Choi Jongho in front of me” Jongho couldn’t see but unfortunately he knew Jaehyun well enough to hear the smirk on his lips, he bit down onto his lower lip, swallowing the painful groan that almost slipped past his lips when Seongwha tightened the rough ropes around his wrists, hurting his skin even more. “The day Choi Jongho would finally die…..In my hands to make it better”

To be honest, Jongho was scared. The situation had gotten out of hand way too fast, he hadn’t been able to see all of this coming and in consequence, he hadn’t been able to prepare you for it. He trusted Hongjoong and the guys enough to know they would protect you even if he wasn’t alive anymore, the ring he placed on your finger made you part of the family automatically, earning the loyalty and security they all provided to each other. Even when he wouldn’t be able to live the normal, cozy and boring life the two of you had been planning all this time, Jongho would die with no regrets knowing he had confessed his love and not-officially married you.

Sure there were hundreds of things waiting to be done with you in his bucket list but if there was something he had learned throughout all these years, it had been to not be greedy. Jongho grew used to being happy with whatever he had in his life right at the moment and that’s how he would die. There was no point in making more wishes if he couldn’t make more time.

“What are you talking about?” Seonghwa finally spoke, his voice didn’t have any hint of confusion in them, every single word dripped a mocking tone Jongho despised “Little Jongho here will only fight in The Ring tonight”

So that’s where he was.

“Oh really?” Jaehyun asked, holding back the chuckle that was beginning to form in the back of his throat “Against who?”

“Jung Jaehyun, I’m afraid” Both of them laughed as if they had been telling each other the funniest jokes in the universe, the bandage around his head covering his eyes was suddenly yanked off, allowing Jongho to take a look at his surroundings even though he already knew what he was about to see.

Since they had mentioned The Ring, Jongho knew he was in one of the empty rooms where they placed the inmates that would be fighting during the night, he had been locked in one of this that one time he knocked out Jooheon and he had been glad he hadn’t had to visit this awful place once again. He shouldn’t have felt relieved so soon.

“What’s going on?” Jongho finally decided to ask, interrupting their little and apparently amusing dialogue. He felt annoyed, tense and frustrated. The skin around his wrist was turning pink and getting even more scratched up the more he kept fidgeting while his feet weren’t moving at all. There was no way Jongho could fight the both of them and even if he tried, he doubted he would get out of this room alive “What has your panties in a twist Seonghwa?”

Leaning back against a nearby wall, with his arms crossed in his chest, Jaehyun arched an eyebrow when he heard Jongho’s words, eyes trailing to Seongwha so he could see the male’s reaction. “I’m finally tired of you and your stupid games, I had enough” Seonghwa spoke walking around him to stand properly in front of Jongho, hands intertwined behind him, standing there all stoic and superior, inflating his ego even more.

They all knew that if Jongho hadn’t been tied down, he wouldn’t be standing so cockily right there in front of him though.

“You’re one to talk” Jongho scoffed, rolling his eyes, definitely not giving the reaction they wanted from him. He wouldn’t cry, he would not beg for mercy, if he had to go down tonight he would in the most proud way possible “Aren’t you the one that ruined my life? Shouldn’t I be the tired one?”

“Ah Jongho'' Seonghwa smirked, making eye contact with him “Aren’t you the one that pulled the trigger that night? You killed a man, you deserve to be behind bars” He let out a dramatic sigh “As far as I know, you signed up to go to jail that night yourself or are you hiding something?” He knew, Seonghwa knew he wasn’t the one that shot the gun that night but he loved the way Jongho tensed whenever they twirled around Seonghwa’s favorite subject and Jongho’s weakness….You.

“Want to talk about things we’re hiding?” Jongho asked, head tilted, smile pulling the corners of his lips up “Why don’t we talk about how you paid that judge and whoever the fuck you needed to, to trap me in that pathetic, rotten jail of yours” This time, it was Jongho’s turn to sigh dramatically, imitating the older’s man gesture “Just because Hongjoong kicked you out of the gang and I took your spot? Wasn’t it all too much? Kind of childish too I would say”

“You were one of them?” Jaehyun’s curiosity was at its peak now that Jongho’s words got his attention.

“You didn’t know?” Jongho scoffed, a chuckle going past his lips at the inmates question “He belonged to us, he worked for Hongjoong too and ended up getting kicked out” He informed Jaehyun, who was trying to hide the surprise and curiosity in his eyes, failing epically “And little Seonghwa was so sooo upset about it”

Jongho was uncomfortable to say the least, he hadn’t known these guys for long and he was already replacing one of them. Not that he felt unwelcomed, in fact, all of them seemed to be relieved that the guy named Seonghwa would be out of their little group by the end of the night.

They were all sitting in their meeting spot, a worn out garage San had found during the beginning of the year, Ateez, as the guys called themselves, didn’t even hesitate to claim it as theirs and after bringing a couple of couches, a fridge nobody knew where Yunho got it from and a coffee table, it was more like a base than the old, nasty room it used to be.

It had always been kind of cozy, Jongho hadn’t gotten to the point where he was completely relaxed around these strangers, they were all nice, they all took care of each other but he was still a newcomer and if things went south the blame and spotlight would be put on him for sure. However tonight, the atmosphere was cold and tense, so much that even outsiders could guess there was something wrong in there.

“What do you mean, I'm out?” Seonghwa hissed, voice low and threatening, his body as tense as a rock. He leaned forward on his chair, Hongjoong didn’t even blink, not intimidated at all.

“I gave you three warnings, don’t act surprised now” Hongjoong replied, legs crossed, body relaxed “You keep acting reckless, getting in unnecessary trouble and I can’t let you put all of us in danger just because you want to” He met Seonghwa’s eyes “There’s rules you gotta follow, like it or not”

“Is that why you brought him in?” Jongho tensed up when Seonghwa pointed his way. He was not a fan of being in the spotlight in situations like this and the last thing he wanted was to be in this kind of drama when he just arrived a couple of months ago “To replace me?”

“Not really, I brought him in because he needed money” Hongjoong replied easily “He seems loyal and hard-working, why not let him be a part of us?”

Seonghwa stood up from his seat, everyone around him tensed up unlike Hongjoong who remained relaxed on his chair. However, the way his eyes coldly stared him down was a completely different story, Jongho found himself thinking he never wanted to be looked at like that, he would beg for mercy or forgiveness immediately if Hongjoong ever did that to him.

“You think you can just kick me out?” Seonghwa scoffed, frustration getting the best of him “Like that?” Hongjoong shrugged, he was the leader after all and everyone was bound to do whatever he said.

“I’m not kicking you out, I’m politely asking you to leave” He corrected, jaw tense as he spoke “And you’re getting on my nerves here Seonghwa so please, let’s not make a scene and solve this like adults, mhm?”

“You’ll regret this” Seonghwa stated, looking into everyone’s eyes, stopping right when he met Jongho’s gaze “And you….If I was you, I wouldn’t get too comfortable in a place that isn’t mine” He started walking towards the door, Jongho tried to look as nochantaly as possible “You never know what could happen”

At that time everyone, including Jongho himself, was convinced Seonghwa’s words had only been empty threats spitted out by frustration and rage, however, as years passed and Jongho ended up behind bars, it became evident that the older male hadn’t forgiven them yet.

“You replaced me” Seonghwa hissed, mad beyond limit.

Jongho smirked, having a rush of confidence running through him as he heard his words “I did, they all knew I was better”

He didn’t have more time to speak, to say anything else because as soon as those words rolled off his tongue, Seonghwa delivered a punch that successfully knocked the air out of his lungs.

Slightly bent over your bed as he sat on a wooden chair as close to you as he could, Wooyoung kept his hopeful eyes on your little yet soft hand, engulfed by his while his thumb traced random patterns on your skin in the most comforting way he could.

Despite him also being injured and his side still feeling ridiculously sore, he had refused to go and lay in the room the guys had placed him in after the homemade interventions. He wanted to be there when you woke up to make sure you were alright and to relieve the weight he felt on his chest at the sight of you, asleep and wearing clothes covered in blood. None of them had been doctors, surgeons or nurses so the guys hadn’t been one hundred percent sure about your state but all of them had been hopeful, you had managed to steal a little piece of their hearts in the little time you’ve known them.

The quiet, femenine groan that slipped past your lips made him sit up straighter, muscles tensing softly in anticipation as his eyes travelled to your face at the speed of light. There was an obvious feeling of discomfort across your features, the way your body tensed and froze when you attempted to move told Wooyoung you were in pain just like he was, maybe even worse since your “surgery” had been way more complicated than his.

“(Y/N)?” The male asked softly, voice quiet in order to not bother you “It’s alright, you’re alright...I’m here with you”

Your consciousness felt even more clear when Wooyoung called out your name, the soreness in your side was making you frown deeply and the little strength there seemed to be still in your body wasn’t enough to open your eyes, at least, not yet. Your muscles were stiff and you felt sticky everywhere thanks to the blood stains that were starting to dry up on what was your favorite blouse and the cold sweat that your body had been producing during the entire intervention the guys did on your body.

You were definitely not comfortable but you were alive and Wooyoung seemed to be too, you couldn’t ask for more after what had happened.

“Wooyoung” At the sound of his name, Wooyoung squeezed your hand gently, giving you physical proof that he was indeed there sitting besides you “We made it” Your relaxed words along with the small smile that pulled the corners of your lips up made Wooyoung smile brightly, bringing the hand he was holding up to his lips to leave a gentle kiss there.

“Of course we did” He said, chuckling, thumb still moving, soothing you even more with his touch “I have a killer aim” His joke almost made you giggle, the pain stopping you from doing so.

“You do” You replied amused, making one last effort to open your eyes.

At first the light was incredibly bothersome, you didn’t know for how many hours you’ve been sleeping but it had been enough to make your pupils sensible to the light source of the room. Wooyoung, who was quick to notice this, reached out to turn on the little lamp on the bedside table beside your bed before turning off the light on the ceiling. The room was less bright now and it allowed you to open your eyes even more, finally getting to take a look at your surroundings.

“Hey there”

Wooyoung’s soft voice moved your eyes away from the unfamiliar bedroom’s decoration to the small yet tired smile that graced his lips. He looked worned out, his face still had blood stains like his clothes and his ripped shirt did nothing to cover the wound of his torso, his jeans had ripped on the knees as well at some point...You two looked as if you were part of The Walking Dead zombie crew.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, Wooyoung smiled, no matter the situation you were in, you always managed to worry more about the others, you hadn’t changed at all.

“It should be me asking you that” He said playfully, a lighthearted tone in his words. You shrugged not really minding it before he decided to answer your question “I honestly feel as if I was ran over by a train but yeah, bet you feel like that as well”

“Two trains ran over me I think” You joked, watching how his smile slightly widened “But I’m alive, you and the guys saved me and…” You instantly stopped talking when you realized that despite the sound of Wooyoung’s voice along with yours and a clock ticking in the distance, there wasn’t any other sound that broke the silence in the house “Where are the guys?” You thought out loud, frowning a little, looking around the room once again almost as if you had expected them to be there.

His smile twitched, fading the slightest bit when one of his hands came up to scratch the back part of his neck “Hongjoong told me to stay here and keep an eye on you while they solved all of this” He admitted and even though he had tried to reason with him and attempted to convinced them to let him go with them, nothing had changed the leader’s mind.

“I’ll be useful Hongjoong” Wooyoung persisted, refusing to give up as he limped behind the leader, following the shorter male while he recited the mental speech he was trying to improvise. It sounded convincing, at least, that’s what Wooyoung thought but Hongjoong kept refusing “I know Yeosang and Jaehyun, they’ll be around as well for sure”

“We are enough to fight against them, we know Seonghwa better than you Wooyoung” Hongjoong stopped walking to face him, the guys kept moving around the living room, carrying backpacks that were full of stuff he hadn’t seen “Beside, you’re planning to fight like that? You would only be a worry instead of a helping hand” He explained, Mingi threw Wooyoung a sympathetic smile over the leader’s harsh but reasonable words “And who’s going to make sure (Y/N) stays in here and doesn’t barge in jail with a gun she probably doesn’t even know how to use?” Wooyoung opened his mouth to reply but when no words rolled off his tongue he knew Hongjoong had won this verbal fight. Letting out a sigh that relaxed his entire body, Hongjoong forced a little smile up his lips as he reached up to place one of his hands on Wooyoung’s shoulder, squeezing it gently “We’ll get Jongho out of there, alright? He’ll appreciate all you did for him and (Y/N), he’ll probably appreciate more the fact that you kept her safe here than the fact that we risked our asses to get his ugly face out of jail” Everyone in the room smiled, knowing those words couldn’t have been more accurate.

“Stay Wooyoung, we’ll be alright” San commented from the sidelines, looking at something on his phone.

“Yeah, we’ll be back before you’ve noticed we’re gone” Yunho added with a friendly smile, looking at him as he zipped his bag closed.

Moving his eyes to Mingi and seeing him quietly nod with his head, Wooyoung sighed resignated, this was one against four, this had been a lost battle since the very beginning. “Fine, I’ll stay with (Y/N) then” Everyone sighed relieved, not because Wooyoung was a bother and they didn’t want him to come but because he was injured and him staying locked in their base meant they would have one less thing to worry about during the battle. “You guys be careful”

“We will” Mingi replied almost instantly, unlocking the front door to walk outside with his friends.

“Wooyoung?” At the sound of your slightly alarmed voice, Wooyoung snapped himself back into reality, blinking multiple times as he cleared his throat.

“Mhm?” He hummed, he had totally missed whatever you had said and you didn’t seem to be happy about it.

“I said, where did they go? To get Jongho?” You asked impatiently, how could they have gone without you? They knew how much you wanted to help and get Jongho out of there, how could they leave you here? “We need to go” You were about to sit up but Wooyoung was quick to stand up, muttering a hundred no’s per second as he gently pushed you back down by your shoulders. “What do you mean no? We need to help! We can’t just stay here”

“(Y/N)” Wooyoung spoke softly, gently brushing strands of your hair out of your face “Breathe okay? You just got shot, guys without any idea of medical stuff performed a surgery on you and you’ve been sleeping for hours” He reasoned gently, seeing how defeat slowly overtook over your features “We don’t even know if you can stand up yet, I’m sure the wound hurts and you’re just laying there...How do you plan to face the bad guys? How are you going to fight like that?” Wooyoung tried to reason with you the same way Hongjoong did with him but he knew you were way more stubborn and that it would be a difficult mission to make you stay in bed.

“But I told Jo-”

“Mingi made me promise I would keep you safe in here” He said, knowing the simple mention of your friend would catch your attention “Just like he promised he would bring Jongho back safe and sound”

“Mingi” The name rolling of your lips felt strange, the entire situation had been strange and incredibly shocking for you after seeing someone you thought was dead sitting in the same car as you, breathing even better than you. You were there in the hospital, you were there when they delivered the bad news to the guys, crying on Wooyoung’s shoulder just like they all did their best to hide their tears, you were there when....”How? Like….How?” You asked, attention switching to some questions you still had left.

“I helped him” Wooyoung said with a small smile when he saw you relax, Mingi being alive hadn’t been a hallucination and if the pain on your side had been a little softer you would be jumping with pure excitement and joy already. “Hongjoong and I got our hands on some pills that would make anyone’s heart rate drop so much that even the machines in the hospital would state he was dead” He explained “We were planning to give them to Jongho but when I called him to explain the situation Mingi was in, it was our now or never chance to get him out of there first” You nodded, you weren’t mad that they had prioritized him, in fact, you were glad they broke him out “So when we arrived at the hospital, Hongjoong was already waiting for me there. He gave me the pill, Mingi swallowed it before he passed out as they were taking him inside and then he died. It was no hard work to get him out of the morgue with my badge and the guys faked a really good burial so….Everything went well and he was free” He glanced up at you, relieved that you weren’t mad about him keeping the secret “Hongjoong asked me to not tell you because it had to look real, if you and Jongho didn’t seem to be the least bit affected by the news Seonghwa would have suspected there was something going on so sorry”

“It’s alright” You shook your head, not wanting him to feel apologetic for saving your friend’s life. You couldn’t even imagine the risk Wooyoung had been in while doing that or what would happen to him if someone ever found out he did it….Which led you to your next question. The men that had attacked you. “You know why those guys were following us, right?”

Wooyoung opened his mouth but closed it again, deciding to not say anything and just nod at your question “Seonghwa probably sent them, he knows I’m-”

The sound of your phone ringing instantly stopped his explanation, Wooyoung’s body tensing not knowing if he should stand up and pick it up or just let it ring. You two were in a complicated situation and if Seonghwa knew you had made it out alive of his little stunt then he couldn’t take the risk of getting tracked down.

“Woo” Your eyes were on the phone, buzzing on the bedside table as the screen showed an unfamiliar number. Your fingers played nervously with the hem of your bed sheets, not knowing if picking it up would be a good idea. What if it were the guys though? What if they were in deep trouble and needed some back up? You only had Hongjoong’s number saved so if San or Yunho were calling you a not saved number would appear on your screen as well “What do I do?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t pick it up” He said hesitantly, eyes on your hands. Just then, the phone stopped ringing but he didn’t even have the time to let out a sigh full of relief, seconds later, it started buzzing against the wooden surface, displaying the same number. Whoever was calling seemed to be insistent to contact you. “Have you seen that number before?”

“I don’t think so?” You asked, voice lower as if whoever was calling was able to listen to you “What if it’s the guys?”

“I don’t think they would call you” You frowned at his words “I mean, they left me to take care of you, wouldn’t it make more sense if they called me to check on you?” You nodded, frown deepening confused.

“Who is it then?”

“Let’s find out”

With trembling hands, you picked up the phone and placed it near your face, glancing at Wooyoung before taking a deep breath. With your heart beating a mile per second, you accepted the call, quickly putting it on speaker so Wooyoung would also be able to listen to it in case the caller was an unwanted one like Seonghwa.

“Treasure?”

Your heart stopped beating when you listened to his voice, tears immediately flooding your eyes. This was the effect he had on you, hearing his voice was enough to destroy all the walls you had built up to look strong. He made you vulnerable, he made you weak.

He made you, you.

“Treasure, are you there?” He sounded hurried, extremely concerned and if you had been listening better, paying more attention to his tired voice you would have been able to guess the state he was in. Seonghwa’s punch hadn’t been the last one, he could barely open his eyes at this point while he was sure his lower lip as well as a couple of ribs had been broken by his kicks. Jaehyun had also participated but surprisingly, he hadn’t done as much damage as Seonghwa had. “(Y/N)?” His voice was husky, he was struggling to breathe.

“I’m here, I’m here” You spoke up, not too loud but firm enough to hide the sadness in your voice. You didn’t want him to know how you were feeling, the things you’ve gone through after you got off work, you would have time to tell him when you got him out, when the guys got him out. “What's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Treasure, you need to listen to me” Good news were never said after Jongho said those words, whatever was going on it wasn’t good for sure. If only you knew. “Okay? You need….You need to do what I’ll tell you”

“Where are you?” You asked, trying to listen to anything that might be going on, on the other side of the line. No sounds were heard though, Jaehyun was deathly silent as he held the phone close to Jongho’s face so he could talk with you.

“(Y/N)” His voice was firm, he wanted all your attention and you making questions was not helpful at all “You need to call Wooyoung right now” Your eyes met Wooyoung’s. a small frown had appeared on his face. He seemed to be as confused as you were, the only difference was the wrong feeling that had settle down on your chest, the off sensation you got whenever he spoke “Pack your things and get out of here, he’ll know what to do, he’ll get you out of this and-”

A painful groan made the both of you jump startled, the sound of what had seemed to be bones cracking twisting your stomach, making you feel sick. Someone had punched him, someone had actually hurt him and you were not able to help him, you could do nothing about it, just stay there and listen.

“(Y/N) don’t look for me!” Jongho raised his voice, sounding further away than he had been before “(Y/N)!” There were more sounds that almost made you drop your phone, something fell and you were praying that whoever had Jongho hadn’t thrown him down onto the floor “(Y/N)! Don’t come! Don’t listen to them!”

“Listen to who?” You asked quietly, tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at Wooyoung.

“Treasure, are you still there?” Jaehyun’s playful tone as he called you the nickname Jongho specifically created for you made your blood ran cold. Your mind was soon taken to that day where he cornered you in that empty room, where he almost did whatever he had wanted with you….Jaehyun scared you to death and to know he was the one that had Jongho trapped in there only made you want to cry harder. “Aw, can’t you hear her little sobs?” He asked someone, probably Jongho “She sounds so cute”

“I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you both!” Jongho roared only to be silenced by another punch again.

“Darling don’t cry, he isn’t dead yet” The chuckle that escaped his lips as he talked with you made a shiver run down your spine, Wooyoung attempted to take the phone from your hands but you moved it away, keeping it to yourself.

“What do you want? Leave him alone!” You raised your voice too much, it had been loud enough to give away how broken and pained you were to hear the person you love the most going through something like this. Jaehyun only laughed harder, probably trying to get on Jongho’s nerves “Jaehyun please, please I’m begging you”

“Yes baby, keep begging for me” He mocked you in a high pitched voice, making you feel even more sick “It would be interesting to see the things you would put yourself through so little Jongho here wouldn’t get hurt”

“Let her go” Jongho whined somewhere behind him, so quiet that if you hadn’t been listening carefully you might have missed it “Please let her go”

“Shh, shh Jongho, miss (Y/N) and I are talking business” He said, making you take deep breaths in an attempt to soothe your pounding heart down. Your chest felt heavy and your ribcage felt as if it was going to break at any moment. “We’re talking-”

“Jaehyun” You interrupted, trying to get his attention “What. do. you. want” You asked, putting emphasis on each word, subtly letting him know you weren’t messing around anymore.

“Mhm? Come visit us at The Ring'' His words made you frown in confusion, Wooyoung only tensed besides you “Wooyoung knows where that is, right?” He asked, almost too excited for guessing he had been there with you.

“I do” Wooyoung replied quietly, his eyes on the phone, wishing Jaehyun could feel his cold staring.

“Then you guys can’t miss today’s show!” His voice rose in fake amusement, his excitement only making the dread in your chest worse along with the fact that you hadn’t heard Jongho anymore.

“What show?” You asked confused, not even knowing what he was talking about anymore.

“I’m fighting against Jongho tonight!” You felt like throwing up, your throat closed dangerously, the room started spinning “And don’t tell this to anybody but” His voice lowered in a whisper almost as if he was telling you and only you the biggest secret in the universe “want to know what’s the prize for tonight’s fight?”

“What is it?”

“Life” The pause he made there was silent enough to hear your shaky intake of air, his smile widening even more at that “And not to be egocentric or something but….Odds are that I’ll be the winner” Wooyoung reached out to place his hand on your free one, noticing that it had been shaking way too much.

“Bye Treasure, Jongho and I hope to see you tonight in the audience”

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Dr. Park

Doctor!Seonghwa x intern!female reader

⚠️Warnings: dirty talking, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, anal, slapping, spanking, spitting, choking, cum play, degradation, sadist!seonghwa

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“Oh look at you all knocked out and snoring. Mind toning it down, you’re waking the patients up.”

Your friend Wooyoung enters the room with a bottle of water in hand. He climbs the ladder and lays down next to you on the bunk bed.

“What’s wrong doll?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What’s wrong princess?”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“What’s wrong baby?”

Your hands cover your face in annoyance.

“You are one annoying mother fucker.”

“I know babe. But you know who’s more annoying? Seonghwa.”

A groan left your lips. Even hearing his name was tormenting.

“He really worked you to the bone, didn’t he?”

“Wooyoung I’ve been up for the last 72 hours being his personal assistant. I’m an intern. Here to help and treat people. Not to be his little, fucking assistant. I don’t know why I had to get assigned to him. All he wants me to do is get his lunch, or coffee. He even told me to go fetch his car. I am not a fucking chauffeur!”

You said in an indignant tone.

“There there, my poor little Y/N.”

The male laughed at your frustrated state, pissing you off even more.

“Shut up, you’re not helping. Now if you excuse me like I said, I haven’t gotten any sleep in the last 72 hours, so if you can please leave that would be great.”

You close your eyes once again until you feel two arms wrap around you.

“Wooyoungieeeee! Please let me sleeeeep!”

You whine at the man who now fully had you in his embrace.

“Shh, you’ll sleep better like this.”

You comply and relax your body. Your arms were making its way to snake around his body, until your pager went off.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Hurriedly you get off the bed and grab your laboratory coat, quickly putting it on along with your shoes.

“See you later Wooyoung!”

You rush over to the MRI room to see Seonghwa sitting there, observing the screen.

“Took you long enough.”

He spat out in a displeasing tone.

“Sorry, I-”

“Save it. Sit down.”

You sat down on the chair next to him and join his eyes on the screen.

“She has a brain tumor.”

“Malignant Astrocytoma. She said that she couldn’t see out of her right eye. We have to run some tests to make sure.”

Seonghwa sighs and presses the button to tell the lady that it’s over.

“Y/N you’re in charge of telling her.”

“I-”

“Complain one more time and I’ll give this case to another intern. As a doctor this is your responsibility. You can’t throw a hissy fit when something doesn’t go your way.”

A stern look places on his face. His hands gather the scattered papers and taps it on the desk into a neat pile.

“This afternoon. It better be done or else I’ll give the case to Wooyoung.”

Satisfied with his words he gets up and leaves. Your fingers tangled into your hair, slightly tugging on it in frustration. Seonghwa was just taunting you at this point. For his own amusement.

You get out of the room and go downstairs to get lunch. With your heart racing in your chest, anxiety took over you.

This afternoon?

Your eyes scan the cafeteria and you catch Wooyoung digging into his sandwich. You speed walk toward him and drop your tray on the table.

“I need your help.”

At that moment Wooyoung was just about to bite into his sandwich. His eyes look into yours and he freezes.

“Right now?”

“I-I don’t know! Seonghwa pulled me back to reality. How am I supposed to tell a lady she has a brain tumor? Or how am I supposed to break the news to people that their loved ones passed away? Wooyoung I don’t have the heart to do this job!”

“Sit down and calm down. If you want I can come with you.”

“Seonghwa said I have to do it this afternoon and he’s gonna be there too. But I’m just scared.”

“Hey listen.”

He puts his sandwich down and holds your hands.

“I will be right there behind you for extra support. Someone needs to tell them, and when you’re no longer an intern it will fully be your responsibility. The first times always the worst time.”

After reassuring you he went back to munching on his sandwich.

“You’re right. I have to practice.”

“Exactly. It’s unfortunate, but it’s also our job. Hopefully we can get rid of it.”

“Hopefully”

Weight lifted off your shoulders after talking about it. While enjoying your lunch you practice your speech with Wooyoung.

Thirty minutes later you found yourself standing in front of her door. Seonghwa walks up behind you and looks at Wooyoung.

“What’re you doing here? This is Y/N’s case.”

“Uhhh, I just wanted to hear more about this case. You know, learn more.”

Wooyoung makes up a bizarre excuse and Seonghwa rolls his eyes. He enters the room first and you and Woo follow.

Shivers run up your spine and you sharply inhale.

“Hello Ms. Gilbert. The MRI scan showed a mass on the left side of your brain. We’re predicting that it’s a Malignant Astrocytoma, but we have to run a couple of tests before we’re sure.”

“Cancer?”

She asks with tears in her eyes.

“No it’s a tumor. If you came to the hospital any later, it would’ve lead to cancer.”

You respond.

“Can you, Can I call my family.”

“Of course, we’ll tell the nurses right away. But do you have any questions?”

“Is it removable?”

“We’re not exactly sure with what we’re dealing with, but once the test results come back in, we will have you fully updated and guide you through the procedure.”

The woman sniffs her snot up and then covers her mouth.

“That’s all. Please leave my room.”

Your head lowers down. Seonghwa and Wooyoung walk in front of you and you walk out, closing the door gently.

“Didn’t know you had the gut in you.”

Spoke Seonghwa.

“I didn’t either. Now if you excuse me I have to do more research about this case.”

After responding you walk away, only to be yanked back.

“There’s nothing to do research on. We have to wait for the test results. Go home and rest. You have to come back at 7 o’clock for the event. All interns are expected to be there.”

Seonghwa looks at you and Wooyoung, making sure it went through your heads.

“Finally. You’re telling me to go home.”

Seonghwa chuckles at your response and leaves both of you there.

“I guess I’ll see you this evening?”

“You know it!”

You playfully push Wooyoung and you both went your separate ways.

As soon as you arrived home, you showered and slept for four hours. Your feet were throbbing and your hands were aching. The recharge of energy was everything to your body.

While groaning and regretting life decisions you get up, and slip into a classy, black dress and flats. You straighten your hair and do your makeup lightly, so you don’t attract too much attention.

“Perfect”

You turn off all the lights and leave to your car.

Upon arrival, you see Wooyoung outside talking to other interns. He was dressed in a classic tux, looking like a groom. Wooyoung was indeed a handsome, young man. But not your type,,,,,,, maybe.

You park your car and get out, locking it afterward. Wooyoung walks over to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Well, you look stunning.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“What’re you talking about?” He says in a whiny and offended tone. “I always look good.” He huffs.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Let’s go inside, it’s cold.”

Wooyoung protectively puts an arm around your waist and guides you inside to where the event was taking place.

“What kind of event is this anyway?”

You ask Wooyoung

“I think they’re other doctors from other hospitals here. There are some new interns here too.”

Your eyes scan the room until they stop and meet Seonghwa.

He was talking to this other girl, who seemed rather close to him.

“Does Seonghwa have a secret wife or girlfriend that we don’t know about?”

You say jokingly, and gesture towards Seonghwa.

“Ex-wife”

“What?!”

You whisper yell.

“I meant it jokingly Woo. Is that actually his ex?”

“Yeah. Never knew a heartless man could get married. Oh well, anything is possible.”

Wooyoung grabs two drinks from the table and hands one to you.

“They’re serving alcohol in a hospital?”

“It’s not alcohol, it’s juice.”

“Oh”

You two were making small talk and started talking to the other doctors and interns until you saw Seonghwa signaling you to come over. You quickly excuse yourself and make your way over to Seonghwa and his apparent ex wife.

“Oh so this is Y/N. Your new girlfriend.”

Her sentence took you by surprise. Why was Seonghwa telling her that? Has he told more than one person?

He discreetly nudges you to go along with it and you do.

“Uh, yes I am. May I ask who you are?”

“Ex wife of Seonghwa. Shocked that he didn’t tell you about me.”

“Yeah I prefer not to talk about my ex wife with my girlfriend.”

Seongwha says in a rude manner.

The woman smirks and questions you again.

“Who was that man that you walked in with?”

“That was my… brother, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, I see. Best of luck for you, Seonghwa is a hard one to deal with.”

She winks and clicks her tongue at you. Then lavishly walks away into the crowd. You turn to Seonghwa and say

“You better have a good excuse for why you told her that we were dating.”

Seonghwa grabs your wrist and pulls you into an empty room.

“Heyy, let me go! And turn on the lights!”

Your ears perk up when you hear the door lock.

“Seonghwa, I’m sure whatever you have to say can be said with the lights-”

***

Before you could finish your sentence, Seonghwa backs you up against the wall. He cups your cheeks and before you could protest he shoves his tongues into the back of your mouth. His lips danced against yours and his hands went underneath your dress to tug on your underwear.

“Take them off.”

He pulls your dress up and you slide your panties off. You whimper at the cold breeze hitting you wet lips.

Seonghwa bends down and picks up the panties then, displays it in front of your face.

“Black, lace panties. My favourite.”

He places it in your mouth, before kneeling down and spreading your legs.

“Look at this dripping cunt. Who are you getting this wet for?”

A cold slap lands on your pussy, making you jump up.

“Is it for Wooyoung? You two have a thing together, right?”

Before you could answer Seonghwa’s warm tongue lays on your clit, making your walls clench around nothing. His hands placed onto your thighs and held them open, while flicking his tongue onto your clit.

Your hands push his hair back and you spread you legs wider for him.

“Seonghwaa~ Don’t fucking stop!”

Ignoring your order he stops and spanks your ass.

“It’s daddy, you filthy cunt.”

He gets back up and takes the panties out of your mouth, which was drenched in saliva. Throwing it behind him, he starts to suck on your exposed collarbone, and makes his way up to your jawline.

“Open your mouth.”

“No”

Seonghwa grabs your jaw and pulls it down. He spits in your mouth and on your cheek. He pushes your jaw back up and demands you to swallow it.

You gulp it down, and try not to think about it.

“Such a nasty little whore you are.”

The ball of saliva glides down your cheek, until Seonghwa’s fingers rub it all around your cheek, making it feel sticky and tight.

“Come here whore.”

He pulls you towards the recovery bed and bends your body over it.

“Wait! Please be gentle I haven’t had sex in a really-”

He pulls your hair back and spanks your ass, making you yelp.

“I’m a sadist sweetheart. I don’t do anything gentle.”

Without warning the man rams into your asshole, and you struggle underneath him. The sudden stretch felt like lava was being poured into your hole.

“AHHH FUCK! SEONGHWA SLOW DOWN PLEASE!”

You yell desperately while tears run down your cheek.

“I guess we’ll try anal another day.”

He takes his massive cock out of your tight butthole and slides it into your pussy.

“Better?”

“Better”

You faintly whispered out.

Seonghwa grabs one of your legs and places it on the bed, so it was easier to thrust. He grabs your hips and starts relieving all his stress and anger. He grunted and growled your name and whispered sinful things to you.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. My cock pounding deep inside your pussy. Only my cock can make you scream and cry. I’ll prove it to you slut.”

Seonghwa went a little bit faster and gripped onto your hips a little harder, slamming in and out.

He knocked all the thoughts and concerns out of you. All your stress and worries suddenly disappeared. You’ve never felt this happy in your life. Finally having nothing to worry about. This is what you needed. You needed someone to own you, someone to punish your negative mind.

“Faster daddy! Please I’ve been such a bad girl!”

You beg.

“Oh my baby girl wants more? I’ll give her more.”

Seonghwa makes his thrust short but hard, causing all the air to knock out of you.

“OW PLEASE SEONGHWA MAKE ME CUM!”

You scream and move your hips against his cock, feeling your orgasm approach.

“Daddy daddy daddy daddy please! I’m gonna,,,,, oh fuck I’m gonna.”

Seonghwa pulls out making you collapse and cry.

“Holy shit! Fuck fuck fuck! Daddy! Why did you do that?”

You hiss and your hips start humping on nothing. You wanted to yell at him so badly, but didn’t find enough courage or energy to do so.

“I don’t allow bad girls to cum. You have to beg me to cum, slut. My cock is superior. It’s better than any other cock. You have to cry underneath me and beg if you want MY cock and cum to fill you up. Got it?”

“Yes daddy”

You said like a good little sub you were.

“Good. I don’t like repeating myself.”

Seonghwa picks you up off the floor and lays you on the bed. He places your legs on his shoulders and angles his cock to thrust right into your gspot.

You wince and your legs kick up, feeling your lower abdomen being really tight. It didn’t take Seonghwa long to notice your distressed state. He leans in, close to your face and spits on it once again.

He grabs your neck and chokes you, while his hips started heating up and eventually started pounding into you. His balls swung back and forth hitting you cunt each time, making you even more needy. With his other hand he slaps you across the face making you sob out again.

You loved this. Seonghwa had his way around you and now your under him, while he pounds his 8 inch dick into your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck daddy. Daddy can I please cum? Ow fuck please!”

“Little girls don’t swear. Try that again.”

He spanks your ass and kneads it afterward.

“Daddy, can I please cum? Pretty please!”

“Good girl. Go right ahead.”

You shake underneath him as you try to ride the best orgasm of your life. Feeling an intense tickle starting in your abdomen, then moving out to your whole body. Your muscles clench and you sharply inhale and you squeeze the cum out of you. Once your cum covers Seonghwa’s veiny, thick cock, your mind goes blank and you release your muscles. Trying to find yourself you release your breath and quiver underneath the man.

“Fuck babygirl. Look at your sensitive state underneath me. You looked destroyed.”

Seonghwa cums flows into you and he takes his cock out of you, so it could breathe. You didn’t respond to him, as you were still feeling a little overwhelmed and exhausted.

“I’ve never orgasmed in my life.”

Seonghwa looks at you and raises his eyebrows.

“I told you my cock is superior. It can make anyone feel good. Why do you think my ex wife is running back to me? She misses this good ol cock.”

You chuckle at his statement and think about how you’re gonna get out of here.

“Seonghwa I can’t feel my legs.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I guess I have to take you home with me tonight.”

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Oh I’m so sorry for not posting for so long. I have a busy week and loads of homework so I’m probably not going to be too active. I hope I can get request done by the end of this week though. Also this was a request and I hoped you liked it❣️

Edited🔐

Xoxo, N❣️

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whattodowithkpop · 3 years

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My love and the sea (Seongwha)

Title: My love and the sea

Paring: OC; Seongwha POV

Genre: Siren/Pirate AU; Spice

Word count: 1751

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Summary: Seongwha has grown up on the sea. In many ways its the love of his life. But when he wakes up with The Black Spot, he feels his life turn upside down.

Waves lap against the ships sides, causing salt water to spray up into the boat and graze against a young captains face. His eyes holding love for the large ocean that lay before him.

He had spent most of his life at sea, and there were few things he loved more than the way the ocean rolled gently as it carried his ship. How its color went from a dark blue to a black color with the changing positions of the sun and moon.

"Are you looking for something, Captain?" A voice from behind him said.

Seongwha turned from his gazing and smiled at his first mate, "I was just getting some air. It gets stuffy down in the cabin."

His first mate nodded his head in understanding and joined him, standing at his side as they both looked out over the vast ocean

"You really love the seas, don't you?" Mingi said. Smiling at his captain.

Seongwha smiled sheepishly, looking down at his black leather boots as he contemplated how best to answer the question.

"I dreamed of owning my own ship and sailing the world since I was a mere boy." He explained. "I saved up for years to get the money and the respect to be where I am today. Even though I've been a captain for some three years, I never get tired of waking up to this kind of a view."

Mingi let out a quiet chuckle. Admiring his captains love for his ship and his hard work. Just as all his crewmates did.

The pair stood in silence for a few more minutes. Seongwha had forgotten Mingi was standing beside him until he cleared his throat nervously.

"I hate to bother you, Captain." Mingi said, turning to face him. "But there are some things inside that need your attention."

Seongwha let out a small sigh but let a smile fan across his lips. "Lead the way."

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Seongwha rubbed his tired eyes as he let out a sigh. He had poured over papers and maps for the past several hours. He was so distracted he had forgotten all about dinner and Mingi had to bring him his food.

Now he sat back in his desk chair and let the tense muscles in his shoulders relax one by one. His eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

He was so tired that he was hardly even aware of his seemingly mechanical movements as he wandered down the halls to his bedroom. His eyelids growing even more heavy as he took his boots off and peeled off his shirt to climb into bed.

His mind drifted into a dream state, his body felt as though it were drifting, time being lost as the hour seemed to wash by him in a swirl.

But his dreams did not stay pleasant. They were filled with terrors that he had never seen before. The intensity of the nightmares making him breathe heavy and sweat roll down his spine. Making him feel chilled.

Then, there was nothing. Nothing except the soft sound of a lullaby being echoed through his head. He had never heard the song before. It was dark and strange, but beautiful.

Still in a dream state that he could not seem to break free of, Seongwha felt a gentle touch on his cheek as the lullaby continued, but softer. His body seemed to relax instantly to the touch, relishing it, craving it.

Then, it was gone; The song stopped, and sleep conquered him.

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The next morning was one of shock, and horror to Seongwha. He awoke feeling chilled, his hair sticking to his forehead in clumps. But it was when he raised to right hand to run his fingers through his sweaty hair that terror seized him.

There, on his palm, was a black and purple spot. All the sailors knew it to be known as The Black Spot. A call to judgement and a time of repentance before justice was delivered.

The morning only got worse when Mingi saw it. Seongwha, in a fearful endeavor, had tried to hide it by wrapping the spot with a bandage. To play it off as a minor injury. But when Mingi saw it his face drained of color and his eyes glazed over as if he were about to pass out. The panic had only spread to the rest of the crew by mid-afternoon.

By later that night Seongwha was exhausted. He was tired of looking over his shoulder and having others take several steps away from him in fear. The black spot had caused him more grief than he wanted. So he went to the one place that always cleared his head.

As he stood on the deck of his ship he felt his heartbeat come down several beats. The salt air and the full view of the stars soothing him.

Seongwha hadn't been on the deck long when his ears pricked up to the sound of singing. It was the same soft tune he heard the night before. It had left his brain in a sort of fog ever since. Never leaving him mind fully.

"Hello sailor." A gentle voice said from behind him.

Seongwha turned to see one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her long dark hair cascading down in silky locks. Her white dress shining in the moonlight.

"I... I know you." Seongwha said, his voice seeming distant in his own mind. "You were in my cabin. You sang to me."

The girl smiles devilishly and lets out a small laugh. "Yes, I suppose I was there. And I think you know why."

Seongwha gulps nervously and unties the bandage from around his palm, letting the black and purple spot on his hand shine in the moonlight.

"Because of this." He assumes.

She smiles at him. It was a crooked, odd smile. But somehow it was so loving and almost contagious. It made Seongwha's lips tug up slightly, though he wasn't sure why.

"Yes, that." She says.

"Does that mean you've come to kill me?" Seongwha asks. Feeling puzzled at the way his own heart skips a beat at the thought of dying by the hands of this beautiful creature.

It wasn't that he didn't know who, or what she was. His father had taught him about the dangers of a siren since he was young. How they lived in the seas but some had the ability to change and walk on land effortlessly. But seeing one in person, hearing their song and seeing their beauty, made him forget everything his father had ever warned him about.

She laughs at him, stepping a little closer. Her white gown fluttering behind her as she walked.

"It's not like that at all." She says, still smiling at him.

"It's not?" Seongwha says, feeling his own feet move toward her.

"Of course not." She coos softly. "Think of it as, a calling. You love the ocean, don't you?"

By now Seongwha was close enough to her to feel her breath on his neck. The pads of her fingers tracing along the buttons of his shirt. Making his heart race. He nods in response, his voice refusing to come to him.

"Have you ever wondered what lies beneath the surface of the ocean?" She asked, smiling up at him. "You've traveled the surface for most of your life. Don't you think it's time you saw what lies beneath?"

Seongwha managed to look away from her captivating eyes and across the dark ocean that stretched in front of them. He had swam in the ocean before, but this pull was different. It was stronger. A desire to breath in the salt water. To feel it fill every part of his lungs and body until no more of it could fill him.

She took his face in her hands, her touch sending a thrill up his spine. And when her lips met his Seongwha couldn't help but lean down slightly to deepen the kiss greedily. Every part of his body seemed to catch on fire, lust overpowering him.

She tugs at his lips roughly with her teeth before pulling away from him, a smirk lining her lips. She takes his hands in hers and sits down on the railing of the boat. The water surging beneath her

Seongwha leans back in to kiss her, only to have her put a finger to his lips. "We can continue that after we get in the water."

Seongwha looks down at the waves beneath him, suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness hit him. Seeming to sense it, she runs her fingers through his hair as she softly hums the same tune had heard the night before. Making his heart immediately calm down and his eyes close.

She swings her legs over the side of the boat, looking behind her to see him staring at her.

"Coming?" She asks, her eyes shining with glee in the moonlight.

Seongwha grips the rail tightly, looking down at the ocean below. He starts to swing his leg over the rail to join her when a loud bang echos through the night. Making him jump back and land on the deck.

He watches as the siren falls off the edge of the boat's railing. Her eyes closing as red soaks the back of her white gown and a fresh spot begins to coat her chest. Her body disappearing into the depths of the sea

"Captain, are you hurt?" Mingi says, putting his gun away to help Seongwha up. His legs shaky and his head foggy.

Seongwha can't answer for a few seconds. His mind spinning and his thoughts jumbled. He looks down at his palm to see the black spot gone. The skin of his palm normal.

"I went to check on you in your cabin and came looking for you when you weren't there." Mingi explains. "It didn't occur to me until a moment ago that we had entered the Siren's territory. That's why you got the black spot. It was a sign that a siren would be coming for you."

Seongwha lets out a nervous laugh, feeling relief wash through him, but also a bit of fear. "If you hadn't figured that out, I would have been dead."

Mingi smiles, "Isn't that the job of a first mate? To have his captain's back."

Seongwha smiles, letting his eyes go back to the ocean. A chuckle escaping his chest. "I suppose it is."

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atiny-piratequeen · 5 years

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𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑴𝒆 𝑪𝒉. 𝟏/𝟒

Pairing: Poly Ot8 (Yeosang Focused)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Pwp

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Self Esteem Issues, Everyone’s a Switch, First Times, Cum Sharing, Blow Jobs, Biting, Gangbang, Fingersucking

Summary: Yeosang is a very shy man. Everyone knows this.But he’s fed up of his shyness and insecurities being the reason he’s left out of sexual activities from the others. He wants them to look at him like they look at each other

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Chapter One| Chapter Two|Chapter Three|Chapter Four

Yeosang was a shy man, this much, everyone knew. His boyfriends knew better than anyone, and that brought him comfort. They were his band members. His partners. He could trust them not to pressure him to move faster than he wanted to or do anything he wasn’t ready for.

But lately, he had been getting envious.

One day, Yeosang was in the practice room when he noticed the marks adorning Wooyoung’s neck and hips every time his shirt flew up with his sharp movements. Yeosang eyed them in the mirror, his eyes following Wooyoung every time he crossed in front of him.

When they took a break, Yeosang came closer, hooking his finger into the edge of Wooyoung’s shirt, tugging lightly. Wooyoung hardly flinched as Yeosang observed the dark purple splotches decorating his neck and collar.

“The makeup team is going to be upset.” He mused half heartedly. Wooyoung hummed, the water bottle in his hands crinkling as he swallowed.

“I was with Joongie-ah the other night. You know how he is with-” He paused, brows furrowing. His lips pursed as he remembered Yeosang had never been marked up by their leader, or any member for that matter.

“Ah. Sorry. Hongjoong loves to bite in bed, probably more than when he bites us anytime else.” He cheerfully informed his hyung. Yeosang swallowed thickly. Part of him wishes he could’ve seen it. He’s heard from the others here and there (the walls were painfully thin) and he noticed Wooyoung hadn’t returned to their room last night after checking his phone and leaving in a hurry to Hongjoong and Seongwha’s room.

Yeosang could tell from the grin on Wooyoung’s face that he would be sleeping in their room alone that night.

“Are the marks on your hips from Hwa-hyung?” He continued, keeping his voice neutral. Wooyoung hummed, biting his lip as he stared off into space for a moment. The way his ears flushed and the way Wooyoung let out a small, shuddering exhale gave him the answer he needed before he even opened his mouth to respond.

“Both of them. Definitely both of them. They took turns.” Wooyoung spoke confidently as he set his bottle down, smiling at Yeosang before nodding towards the practice floor as if he hadn’t just casually told him about last night’s sex adventures without batting a lash.

Yeosang pursed his lips and moved to start the music back up.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sporting a painful hard on the entire time.

Yeosang was outside flying a drone days later when his phone vibrated. He glanced down at it, noticing it was a video message in their group chat. He opened it without hesitation, and nearly threw his phone as the sound of moaning immediately blared from it.

Scrambling, he turned the volume down, face beet red as he watched the video, jaw slightly parted.

San was in the middle of the living room, rolling his hips down as he rode Jongho, those devious eyes half lidded and dangerous as he watched the camera. All this despite the fact that his lips were stretched around Yunho’s cock, bobbing greedily as the tall man whimpered from his spot beside the smaller vocalist. Yeosang had half a mind to wonder who was recording as he shakily put his headphones into the port. He got his response when Mingi’s low voice cut in, growling ever so slightly.

“Look at you, riding our maknae’s cock like a champion, Hyung. Look at me, we gotta make sure the others see what you’re up to. Come here and show them how much of a champion cocksucker you are.” Mingi sauntered closer, lowering the camera so you could see his cock, painfully hard and on full display. San eyed him with that same intense hunger he used on stage, popping his lips off of Yunho’s cock to move to Mingi’s, his delicate hand wrapping around Yunho’s slick dick to stroke him while he worked all three men.

Mingi groaned, and the camera trembled, a low and breathy ‘fuck, San’ leaving his lips as he rolled his hips, fucking San’s throat while Jongho gripped his ass, rocking his hips up hard and fast into San’s tight hole.

God, the sound was filthy.

He loved it.

Yeosang covered his mouth as the video ended minutes later, the combined groans and grunts from the others echoing in his head long after he had locked his phone.

He stared into space for a moment before collecting his drone, shuffling inside quickly before anyone walked by and noticed his hard on in his jeans. It was an absurd notion, but Yeosang didn’t want to take that risk regardless.

When he walked into the dorm, the four were already cleaned up, with San wearing Yunho’s too big shirt as he cuddled between him and Jongho. Shiber was squished against his and Jongho’s chest and Mingi wasn’t too far behind, having tossed a leg over Yunho and San as he lay pressed against Yunho’s side.

Yeosang stared at them, his heart swelling at the scene while his dick throbbed from the other scene. He shuffled to his room quickly, biting his lip as he stroked himself to completion, replaying the video from the group chat over and over again.

Yeosang was fed up.

Not at the others. Never. They were nothing but kind and caring, patient and loving with him.

No, he was fed up with himself.

It’s not like he wasn’t sexually attracted in them-god he was-and it wasn’t like he wasn’t interested in trying.

He just…clammed up whenever the opportunity arrived and by the time he’d mustered up the courage to ask if the others wanted to…do stuff with him, they had already given him a kiss on the head and headed to bed or retreated to someone’s room to fool around with one another.

So again. He was fed up.

Yeosang let out out a groan, running a hand through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Would they be interested? Would they touch him with the same heated passion that they did one another?

Shit, was he even able to satisfy them as much as Wooyoung or San appeared to do?

Yeosang pursed his lips, so lost in thought, he hadn’t heard someone approach him from behind until two slender arms wrapped around his waist and a face appeared on his shoulder.

He screamed, jolting in the person’s grip and the laugh that followed told him it was Yunho who had decided to nearly knock the soul out of his body. Yeosang shot him a sharp look, panting as he held his chest.

Yunho sent him a wide smile, and Yeosang felt his heart stutter, his mind drifting to the expression on Yunho’s face as San swallowed around him.

Yeosang felt his heart creep into his throat.

“Haha, I didn’t think that would scare you so bad, Yeosangie. Hongjoong and Seonghwa told me to come get you since dinner is almost ready.” He informed him through his laughter. Yeosang nodded, following him out, trailing a few steps behind him as he did so.

His mind wandered again, to Mingi’s rough and ragged voice, to the sounds of Wooyoung’s moans down the hall, the way San’s hips rolled down onto a growling Jongho like a champion, the coy, yet confident laugh of Hongjoong, the way Seonghwa possessively grabbed their asses from time to time, uncaring of who saw.

All except him, anyway.

All he got were the gentle kisses. The snuggles. Sweet nothings. The hands above the waist, thumbs gently rubbing circles into his hips.

Go lower. Lower. You can touch me, too.

“-ang? Yeosang-hyung? Yah!” Yeosang was startled again, nearly jumping out of his skin as Jongho clapped right beside his head. He cursed, covering his mouth immediately afterwards before sending the maknae a leer as he, Wooyoung, and San erupted into laughter.

“What’s on your mind?” Seonghwa asked politely as he passed Mingi and Hongjoong plates to set the table.

“A-ah…um…n-nothing…” he trailed off, brows knitting together.

He was doing it again. Yeosang couldn’t find his words. He was gonna lose his opportunity.

Again.

Hongjoong noticed his hesitancy and wiped his hands on his pants, sending Yeosang a calm, patient look.

“Yeosangie. Do you wanna talk in private maybe?” He inquired, tilting his head with an award winning smile.

Yeosang’s stomach did a flip.

He loved that look. But he wanted the hungrier look. He wanted them to look at him.

Look at me…like you look at each other.

When he didn’t respond immediately, Hongjoong walked over to him, grabbing his hand lightly, nodding towards the hallway.

“Come on. Seonghwa will reheat our food if it gets cold, you all can eat.” Hongjoong gave the others his blessing before he pulled him away. Yeosang hung his head as six pairs of eyes watched him leave in worry.

No. Not like that. Don’t look at me like that.

“Okay. You can talk when you’re ready. I’ll sit with you all night, if you need me to.” Hongjoong’s sweet voice filled his ears and Yeosang sighed.

Yeosang ran a hand through his hair, wrung his hands together, looked towards his leader, hastily looked away when Hong nodded patiently, and finally let out a loud, frustrated groan.

“I hate it.”

“What do you hate?”

Yeosang made a wide gesture with his hand, still unable to find the right words.

“This!” He finally huffed. Hongjoong’s patient smile broke away into a worried frown.

“This? What is ‘this’ exactly? The band? Us? Is- is it…our relationship?” He hesitated, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice. Yeosang panicked,waving his hands around, squawking like a panicked chicken.

“No! No no!” He quickly said, eyes wide. Hongjoong relaxed slightly, but the smile didn’t come back to his face like before.

“So…what is it exactly?”

“I hate the way I am.”

That seemed to be just as bad as the first statement, if the way Hongjoong’s jaw squared was anything to go by.

“Are you not happy with your vocals? Or your performances? I don’t see anything wrong with them, but if you’d like to-”

“I’m tired of being so shy and bashful because it means I don’t get you all to look at me like how you look at each other.” Yeosang blurted in one jumbled sentence, stuttering and tripping over his words. Hongjoong blinked in surprise and Yeosang continued, speaking a mile a minute while he had this courage in his system.

“I want to be bitten up like the others. I want those marks, too. I want you all to look at me the same hungry way you look at each other. I-I want to be able to see your faces looking at me in pleasure and know its from me.I’m tired of being on the sidelines because I’m too shy to say what I really want.”

Hongjoong listened quietly, making sure Yeosang was done so he didn’t lose any of the confession by talking over him. He waited a full minute after Yeosang’s trembling voice stopped before he took a deep inhale.

“You want that?”

“Please.”

“You know it wasn’t because we love you any less, right?”

“I know. It’s because I’m stupid and anxious and insecure-”

Hongjoong pulled him forward by the shirt, uncaring of the way the cotton ripped when he did. He kissed him, hard enough to make their teeth clank together as he pushed the younger man down. Yeosang gasped, and Hongjoong pushed his tongue past his soft, trembling lips.

Yeosang’s fingers gripped the back of his leader’s shirt tight, his tongue curling around Hongjoong’s, his movements still shy and hesitant.

Hongjoong pulled away once Yeosang was getting flustered, smiling down at him in a way Yeosang wasn’t used to.

Oh.

Before he could entertain the thought of speaking, teeth latched into his throat, biting down sharply. Yeosang gasped, his cock twitching in his jeans as Hongjoong sucked and bit at his skin, his normally kind and sweet eyes blown into a swirled mix of emotions that Yeosang had seen before.

When Wooyoung purposefully bends down and sends Seonghwa a small smirk after he slowly comes back up, nodding towards his room once before sauntering out with Seonghwa hot on his heels.

When Mingi straddles Yunho in a manner much too provocative to be simple teasing, especially when he stares into his eyes for too long, his lips curling up into a devious smile when Yunho’s hands find his waist.

When Jongho and San send Hongjoong coy smiles after purposefully using informal language at their leader, exchanging excited looks at the downright deadly look Hongjoong sends their way.

They always looked at each other like this and now-

A particularly sharp bite followed by a hand groping him cut him out of his thoughts, drawing a long, trembling moan out of him.

“Pay attention. You say you want us to look at you, right baby? You’re not even looking at me. I’m hurt.” Hongjoong breathes the faux hurt tone against his neck and Yeosang trembles in his grip, opening his mouth to utter a shaky apology, looking down at his leader.

The only sound that left his lips were a whimper once he focused back on those dark, lust filled eyes. He held Hongjoong’s gaze as the older idol ran his fingers over the outline of his cock, that dangerous smile stretching across his face.

Yeosang bit his lip and didn’t say a word.

Hongjoong moved further down, popping open the button on Yeosang’s jeans before he unzipped them, pulling them none too gracefully off of the vocalist, snatching his briefs on the way down. Yeosang felt his face grow hotter, legs moving to snap closed instantly.

Hongjoong’s hands were faster, pushing at his thighs so they were spread, giving him a full view of Yeosang’s flushed cock and his slightly trembling hole.

“Beautiful.” The rapper breathed without thinking, grabbing Yeosang’s thighs tighter when they tried to snap shut again.

“J-joong I’m so embarrassed-”

“Don’t be, baby boy. I won’t hurt you. None of us will.” Was the leader’s promise. He moved his head and Yeosang expected the new sensation of a mouth on his cock. Instead, he got teeth against his thigh, biting down, suckling hard.

“G-gah! Hyung!” He gasped, his dick twitching in front of Hongjoong, begging to be touched. Instead, the man continued his ministrations, kissing and biting the creamy inside if Yeosang’s thighs until there was a lovely bruise that wouldn’t fade for a while. The vocalist would feel and see it for days.

“Please…p-please hyung.” Yeosang panted, his fingers trembling in the sheets by his own hips, unsure what he should do with his hands. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what he was begging the older to do.

Thankfully, Hongjoong knew him better than himself, letting out a low, seductive giggle before he stuck his tongue out, trailing it over the length of Yeosang’s cock. He did it over and over, reveling in the choked moans that left the dancer’s lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Hongjoong put both of his thighs on his shoulder, effectively keeping them spread as he continued.

“You’re doing so good, Sangie.” Hongjoong breathed, his breath hot against Yeosang’s cock. His response was a low pitched whine. The younger man didn’t trust himself to speak at this moment. Hongjoong chuckled, raising the brow with the perfectly groomed 'x’ in it.

“No words? That’s okay baby. I’ll drag them out of you.” He teased, dark eyes drifting back to Yeosang’s now weeping cock.

“Your cock has a beauty mark on it.” He mused, rolling his tongue over it. Yeosang turned his face away, his ears as red as his cheeks were. Hongjoong hummed to himself, lapping at the mark once more before he slid Yeosang into his mouth, keeping his half lidded gaze on the younger idol.

Yeosang let out a gasp that caught at the back of his throat as Hongjoong flattened his tongue against the underside of his cock, bobbing his head slowly. His thumbs worked over Yeosang’s thighs, pleased when he found the younger had relaxed enough to no longer try clamping his head between them anymore.

Not that he’d mind.

Hongjoong hummed in approval, tilting his head to the side as Yeosang jolted from the action. Continuing the vibrating ministrations, the rapper swallowed around Yeosang, taking more and more into his mouth until his nose bumped against the neatly groomed patch of hair at Yeosang’s pelvis.

Hands flew into his dark hair, but Hongjoong simply cocked a brow, waiting.

“H-Hot…” Yeosang whined incoherently, hesitantly tugging at the dark blue strands. Hongjoong allowed him, pulling up halfway before sinking back down. Yeosang let out a low groan, rolling his hips up and guiding Hongjoong’s head to go at his desired pace. His leader let him, keeping his thighs spread as Yeosang fucked his face, his restrained moans quickly melting into louder, needier ones.

Yeosang looked down, his brows pushed together as he tried to restrain himself enough not to cum early. He nearly lost it when his eyes met Hongjoong’s face. He hadn’t gagged once, taking all of Yeosang’s thrusts in stride as he hummed from time to time. Drool ran down his chin, sweat rolled down his temple (probably from being between Yeosang’s thighs this whole time), but his eyes never left Yeosang’s face.

As soon as Yeosang met Hongjoong’s eyes, he couldn’t look away, hips stuttering as he fucked his hyung’s throat.

“Hyung…Hyung I’m gonna cum.” He managed to bite out, his lip trapped between his teeth. Hongjoong didn’t look the least bit interested in stopping, instead pushing down Yeosang’s hips so he could bob his head faster.

“N-No! Hyung, I can’t-!” He gasped, thighs shaking around Hongjoong’s head as he felt the coil in his stomach tighten.

Close, so close.

“Please!” He choked, but Hongjoong didn’t let up, holding himself down once more and swallowing, hard.

Yeosang’s body tensed, pulling Hongjoong’s hair so hard, tears sprung up in the older idol’s eyes. He came hard, the feeling washing over his entire body in a way that he hadn’t experienced before when he stroked himself to completion. His body shuddered, but Hongjoong didn’t budge until Yeosang was spent, dropping his hips weakly as a whimper left his lips.

Satisfied, Hongjoong pulled off of him, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip as he smiled up at Yeosang.

“You alright, baby?” He inquired, kissing Yeosang’s bruised thigh once more before finally taking them both off his shoulders. Yeosang whined at the loss of warmth, but nodded, reaching towards his leader with grabby hands.

“Hyung…c’mere.” He slurred slightly. Hongjoong chuckled and complied, lifting his upper body until Yeosang could wrap him in his arms, nestling his face in Hongjoong’s neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, and Hongjoong could tell he was tired. He pressed his lips to the birthmark near Yeosang’s eye, pulling away long enough to nod towards the door.

“You can sleep after you eat. I’m sure Hwa and the others are worried.” He mused. Yeosang hummed sleepily, but Hongjoong gave him a gentle flick to the forehead to wake him up a bit more.

“Put your briefs back on, baby. Let’s eat before bed.” He urged. Yeosang nodded, looking around for his briefs, he slid them on just as Seonghwa poked his head in the room, raising a questioning brow at the scene before him. Yeosang turned and shrieked, nearly leaping out of his skin as he stared back at the oldest vocalist.

Seonghwa did his best to keep his eyes above Yeosang’s waist, he really did, but his eyes drifted downwards anyway, and both of his brows raised in surprise when he noticed the full state of the younger man’s undress.

That, and the telltale splotchy bruise on his thigh to go with the one hiding under his shirt.

“Ah, the others cleaned up, but I’ll warm your food back up. Come whenever you’re ready.” He told them, his eyes drifting over to Hongjoong. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Yeosang wished he could just crawl into his own skin right about now.

Instead, Hongjoong tilted his head and sent Seonghwa a smile that was far too innocent.

“Thank you, hyung. We’ll be alright. Tell the others Yeosangie is just fine, will you?” He inquired, though there was a certain…tone in his voice that Yeosang couldn’t place.

Seonghwa let out a small laugh before running his hand through silken black locks.

“Sure thing, Mini Hong.” He nodded before closing the door quietly.

Yeosang looked at Hongjoong as the leader tossed him his jeans, standing and rolling his neck.

“What just happened? What was that just now? What are you two up to?” the questions tumbled out of Yeosang’s mouth before he could organize them. Hongjoong’s brows went up in faux surprise, pointing at himself.

“Me? Up to something? C’mon, you should trust your hyungs more. I’m not up to anything.” He beamed while Yeosang pulled his jeans up. The younger idol shuffled over to him, lips pursed.

“I don’t believe you. You and Seonghwa have that weird eye contact telepathy going on.” He huffed, crossing his arms. Hongjoong laughed, opening the door first.

“I have no idea what you mean, baby.”

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