#straykids series

[onlyweknowleeknow]

Rabbit Hole

Hyunjin x reader

Genre: best friend to lovers au, business au, angst, fluff. 

Synopsis: Hyunjin couldn’t stand it anymore, he needed an excuse to call you his. So in his desperation, he created an excuse. And now, after all was said and done, he knew; he had gone too far down the rabbit hole.

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: language, crying, desperation, unreciprocated feelings(?), talk of finance, smitten Hyunjin, Hyunjin is going through it, arguing, clueless reader, best friends, kissing, implications of smut, anxiety, alcohol, anger, regret.

A/n: I know the spacing is weird and annoying in this story, but I’m too tired to fix it. enjoy :,)

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You yearned for him every second of the day.

You longed for the ghost of his fingertips, the sound of his laugh, the curl of his lips, even the wetness of his tears.

You loved him, but not in the way he wanted you to.

No, you longed for him as your best friend, and you loved him as such.

But for the boy, it wasn’t enough, because for him, he loved you in such a different way. A way that you might never reciprocate, but still, his feelings only grew and grew.

He yearned for you every second of the day.

He longed for the ghost of your fingertips, the sound of your laugh, the curl of your lips, even the wetness of your tears.

He loved you, he loved you more then the number of stars scattered across the night sky. He loved you as more then a best friend, and he always would.

He had fallen— no, he had crashed into you, his heart burning with a painful passion.

He could never look at someone the way he looked at you. And perhaps it was lucky, or maybe unlucky, that everyone around the two of you saw it.

Except you.

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“Hyunjin, when are we leaving?” You called out for the boy, fingers fiddling with your mascara brush.

“Soon, are you almost ready?” He called from the other room.

“Yeah, you?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer for a moment. “Ah, almost.” He replied after a pause.

Your hand stilled, gaze tilting towards the doorframe suspiciously. “Okay… good.” You said, shaking your head softly as you turned back to the mirror.

Once you were content with your appearance, you leaned back, smiling fondly. Your hands fiddled with the mascara stick, pushing it back into it’s container. You hummed, delicately setting the makeup tool down.

“I’m ready.” You called out, voice echoing in the quiet house.

“Aish—“ You heard a thump and a startled curse.

“Hyunjin?” You blinked, walking out of the restroom.

“Hold on!” He said immediately, the lock on his door clicking.

You scrunched your nose, foot tapping against the ground.

What you didn’t know, was that on the other side of Hyunjin’s door, was a nervous, panicking mess. He had never felt so worried or unsure. His mind was filled of images of you. Of your smile, of your frown, of your eyes, nose, lips, hair. Of everything.

Then again, it wasn’t unusual for him, you were always on his mind. But now, after he had finally managed to get you to come on an, albeit fake, date with him, everything felt that much more serious.

So while you were staring at his door, he was leaning against it, slender fingers tugging on the tie around his neck. While you were raising your brows at the lock, Hyunjin was praying to god you walked away.

So when he heard your footsteps retreat, he couldn’t help but release a breath.

Hwang Hyunjin was stupidly, indescribably, completely in love with you. His very best friend. But he would never let you know, because to him, your friendship was worth a thousand romances.

Hyunjin was strange, he really was. He was the son of a rich businessman, and next in line for the company’s throne. Yet he was gentle, sweet, creative, and oh-so talented. He was shy, yet somehow the most dramatic person you’d ever know if he opened up to you. Nothing like how you would have imagined a boy of his class to be.

You often helped Hyunjin get ready for various events his father requested he attend, and tonight was no different.

Well, except for the fact that you too, would be attending.

As Hyunjin’s date.

It was strange, really. It only happened because of a certain chain of events that left Hyunjin needing a date to bring to this specific event. That date being you. And so, you became the date he would be bringing to every event he would attend in the foreseeable future. Unfortunately.

In fact, the boy had no other choice. It was either fake a relationship with you, his best friend, or get married to a random girl that was the daughter of one of his father’s business partners.

Now, Hyunjin had gone on many, many dates that his father had set up. But the older man had never forced him to see any of the girls again. That is, until the last date.

Shin Ryunjin was her name.

And she was absolutely perfect. She was stunning, intelligent, and spoke her mind.

But Hyunjin wanted nothing to do with her. Not romantically, at least. He had told Ryunjin this, to which she said it was completely okay. However, Hyunjin and Ryunjin’s fathers wouldn’t let it go.

No, no.

Those two were meant to be, as the businessmen often claimed. And so, a marriage was announced.

That’s when Hyunjin drew the line, coming up with possibly, the worst, most see-through lie you had ever heard.

“I can’t marry Ryunjin, father. I’m in love with someone else.”

And that bastard, that cheeky, annoying bastard just had to make things worse.

“Who?” His father had asked.

“Y/n.” Hyunjin had replied.

Damn that boy. Dragging you into his mess.

It was more complex then that, but the details didn’t matter at this point. What mattered was the fact that Hyunjin’s father, the man who practically saw you as his daughter, had been absolutely ecstatic about the fib Hyunjin told.

So much so, that he had almost immediately called off the wedding and told Hyunjin to bring you to the business party he was throwing Friday night.

Of course, you had gotten many texts from Mr. Hwang, all of which confused you. Until you asked Hyunjin, then it made sense.

Hyunjin would never, ever admit it, but he was excited to take you with him. He would also never admit that he had planned this whole ordeal out with Ryunjin, who was more then happy to help the young man chase after you.

You had argued for hours, you saying you had school you had to attend, him saying the party was after school hours and that it was a one time thing, at least until he could figure something else out. He didn’t want to figure something else out.

You saying the thought of even fake dating him was disgusting, him saying you were being dramatic. He was hurt by your words, but didn’t say anything about it.

You saying his father would never believe it, him saying his father was already smitten with the idea. As was he, but you didn’t need to know that.

It went back and forth, back and forth. Until finally, you agreed. Hyunjin had promised to buy you an outfit, as he knew you couldn’t afford something to wear to such a party.

You had been pissed for days, hell, you still were. Except now, you had to own up to you decision of agreeing to accompany Hyunjin.

So, that’s what you were doing.

Getting ready in Hyunjin’s large house, wearing a ridiculously expensive dress, and having your hair and makeup professionally done. Of course, you had fixed the mascara, for the makeup artist had put it on much too thick for your personal preference.

You decided to leave the boy alone, figuring the two of you would already be getting on each other’s nerves tonight. 

So, instead of walking towards Hyunjin’s room and shaking the handle as you usually would just to annoy the boy, you opted to make your way back across the hall into the bathroom.

You had been in Hyunjin’s house plenty of times. It wasn’t exactly a mansion, but it was big, that was for sure. Hyunjin used to have his room on the far right side of the house, but he switched rooms for you. Specifically, he switched for a room with a bathroom inside, and another bathroom across the hall. When you spent the night at his house, you refused to use the same restroom as him. Hyunjin was clean and neat usually, but it seemed like in the restroom, he lost all care.

Hyunjin didn’t mind, if switching his room meant you’d stay over more often, he’d have switched in a heartbeat.

You made sure to check your appearance one more time, but nothing was out of place. So you walked out of the bathroom again.

“Hyunjin, I’m going downstairs.” You told the boy, who was still locked in his room.

“Alright, I’ll be down soon.” He responded.

You checked the watch that was on your wrist, nodding to yourself. “I hope so, we gotta go soon. It’s almost 6pm.”

No answer.

You simply shrugged to yourself, arms swinging by your side as you made your way down the stairs, shoulders slumping.

Did Hyunjin really have to say yo ur name specifically? He could’ve said anybody’s name, but no, the jerk picked your life to shake up.

He already knew you liked someone else, perhaps the word like was too little.

Maybe you loved the freckled boy, with his deep voice and sweet accent. Or maybe, you were infatuated with him. But it had been years, years since Lee Felix had captured your attention, taking your heart with it.

You had met Felix at one of Hyunjin’s birthday parties when you were young.

Actually, you had met all the boys at that same party. Discounting Jeongin and Seungmin, for they had entered your lives later.

But never mind that, because Felix was there.

You remember when you first saw him, nervous and clinging to his mother’s hand, his sweet, brown eyes locked on his feet. He looked so precious, and even you, a 6 year old little girl, realized that you wanted to be near him.

So when you approached him, a bubbly smile on your lips, Felix couldn’t help but reciprocate the curl of your mouth.

And when you sweetly grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the bouncy house, Hyunjin, little Hyunjin, couldn’t help but feel a tightness in his chest.

Before, Hyunjin had seen you as a best friend, but that day, on his birthday, something changed. He had encouraged you to befriend the shy boy when he walked through the door, but now that you had, now that your hand was gripping his instead of Hyunjin’s, it made him uneasy.

Even at his young age of 8, Hyunjin didn’t like the feeling he got when you looked at Felix. And he didn’t know it yet, but that feeling was jealousy, and it was seeping into his veins. That was the day Hyunjin’s heart realized,

it loved you. Hyunjin loved you.

Hyunjin sat on his bed now, gripping his sheets tightly. He couldn’t mess up his hair, nor his light makeup now.

He wanted to cry. He had made a mistake and he knew the moment he saw you, all dolled up, all for him, he would never, ever be able to climb his way out of the hole he had dug himself into.

He was fucked.

You hummed a song to yourself as you waited in the kitchen, leaning against the large island lazily. The shock of Hyunjin’s riches were far less relevant after all these years. You had known Hyunjin since you were born, and he was 2. Your mothers had been high school friends, and had only grown closer over the years. So, the two of you were practically raised side by side.

Both of your mothers didn’t come from rich families, but Hyunjin’s father fell for his mother anyways. Your father was from an upper class family, so his marriage to your mother was less shocking then the Hwang’s, considering Mr. Hwang was the heir of the family business when he was young.

Perhaps it was because Hyunjin’s mother was, and is beautiful. It wouldn’t surprise you if Mr. Hwang fell for her beauty, along with her charming personality.

Hyunjin was a lot like his mother. He was sweet, gentle, and artistic, but if needed, he could turn cold and stern. He also retained her beauty, along with his father’s good looks. He was similar to Mr. Hwang also. He was good with people, and drew almost everybody in. He was the perfect mix of the couple.

Your fingers tapped at your phone screen, mind swaying as you scrolled through your phone. When you checked your watch again, it was 5:56pm.

You groaned. “Hyunjin!”

You waited for an answer, which came in the form of the boy’s footsteps as he hurried down the stairs.

When you saw him walk into the kitchen, you couldn’t really say you were surprised. Hyunjin was handsome, even you couldn’t refuse that. He had on a crimson colored suit, tailored perfectly to his slender body. His shoes were plain, black dress shoes. His hair was styled beautifully, his silky curtain bangs framing his sculptured face nicely. The rest of it curved against his neck. His pretty hands were adorned with a few rings, small earrings dangling from his ears. His makeup was light, accentuating his eyes and lips, along with shaping his nose.

It really was cruel, how beautiful he was.

A soft smile spread across your lips, eyes curving into the little crescents that Hyunjin loved so dearly.

“You clean up nicely, Jinnie.” You complimented with a playful laugh.

He sucked in a gulp of air, breath hitching.

Often times, Hyunjin found you the most beautiful when you were far from fancied up. He found the way your messy hair would fall over your eyes as you tried to complete a math problem, or the way you kicked your legs up when you were on his bed, either reading, writing, or talking to him, beautiful. Or when you took off your makeup and grinned stupidly at him as you sat beside him to watch a movie, or even when you were yelling at him to give you the last bite of food. He found you beautiful in simple moments like that, when you were truly, fully yourself.

But here, now, looking at you in a dress that matched his suit, with your hair and makeup done up, all for him? You were breathtaking. The crimson dress went to your knees, the top was made of thick, crisscrossed sleeves that wound their way around your waist. They were off your shoulders, covering your upper arms only. There was a small zip in the back, one that the stylist had most likely helped you with. You were wearing a beautiful white choker-like necklace and white earrings to match. You also had on a couple white bracelets to match the necklace, and your shoes were black heels.

Your words hardly registered in his head, and he could tell by the way your eyebrows were slightly raised, that you had caught him staring.

“Oh, thank you. So do you, y/n.” He managed to say seriously, but of course, you knew something was up.

“What’s wrong? Starting to regret your choices, are we?” You just loved teasing him, didn’t you?

You smiled, walking forwards and poking his chest with your pointer finger as you watched him expectantly. He swallowed.

“Aish, don’t touch the suit! It’s ironed.” He made up a quick escape, backing away from you as he dramatically looked down at his chest. You tilted your head, watching him carefully, before you snorted.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, sir.”

Hyunjin shuffled. “It’s your fault for dragging me into this, you know.” Your mood changed to irritation at the memory of why you were even with the boy right now in the first place. “I don’t even know how to act. What if I fall over?” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

You shuddered at the thought. “Do I look good? Will I fit in?” You started to panic.

Hyunjin smirked at you, carefully placing his hands on your bare shoulders. “Yah, your hands are hot.” You complained. “You’ll leave sweat marks on me.”

“Y/n!” He snatched his hands away from you, making you burst into laughter and double over.

“Quit it, you’ll ruin the dress.” He snapped, crossing his arms and popping his hip out.

You looked up at him from your bent position, scoffing as you struggled to stifle your laughter. You stood up, fanning your face. “God Jinnie, you’re funny.”

Hyunjin deadpanned. “I liked the freaking out you better, bring her back.”

You rolled your eyes, punching the boy’s shoulder lightly. He grunted, rubbing his shoulder with a pout. 

You beamed at him for a moment, then lifted your arm to gaze at your watch.

“Fuck— Hyunjin! It’s 6:11. We’re gonna be late!” And just like that, your panicked self was back, just as the boy had requested. Hyunjin blinked, snatching your arm. His eyes widened as he looked at the time on your watch. It really was 6:11pm. “Shit, let’s go. My dad will kill us if we’re late.”

Hyunjin hurried towards the front door, opening it for you when you followed him. “Uh, no. Your dad is gonna kill you, if we’re late. I won’t let you drag me further into your mess.” You proclaimed, quickly shuffling out of the door.

Hyunjin slouched. You were right.

He shut the door behind you both, walking after you as you approached the limo.

It was going to be a long night.

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“Y/n! Stop it.” Hyunjin scolded.

You curled your lips. “Jinnie, please? I just want one!” You held up your hands, one finger sticking up desperately.

Hyunjin really did try to say no to you, but how could he when you were looking at him like that?

He groaned in exasperation, nodding. “Only one.”

You smiled at the boy, who was already looking tired of you. Your shoulders shook lightly as you laughed, playfully punching Hyunjin’s shoulder for the second time tonight.

Hyunjin glanced towards you, shaking his head. “You’ll be the death of me.” He complained.

“Mm.” You hummed, taking a sip of the singular wine glass Hyunjin allowed you to drink. “Maybe, but you love me anyways.”

Hyunjin leaned about against the limo’s seat, legs crossed gracefully over one another. He did love you, even if you drove him mad sometimes. That was true, just not how you thought it was.

“We’ll be there soon. I don’t wanna say this, but chug.” Hyunjin said with a side-smile.

You peered towards the boy, running your fingers around the rim of the glass. “Chug?” You inquired, to which he nodded. A smile of your own spread across your lips as you lifted the glass to your lips and began to quickly drink the alcohol within it.

Hyunjin watched you carefully, fingers on his neck as he turned his head towards you, gaze locked on your lips and the way your neck moved each swallow. He shuddered, adverting his gaze out of the window instead. Once you were finished, you put the, now empty, glass back into the wine-cup holder Hyunjin’s father had installed in the limo. You checked the camera on your phone, making sure you hadn’t messed up your makeup. Thankfully, you hadn’t.

You felt the limo come to a stop, as did Hyunjin. “I’ll open the door for you, don’t get out until I do.”

“Why?” You cringed, tapping your foot.

Hyunjin glared at you, hoping you wouldn’t be stubborn about this. “It’ll make everything more realistic, just follow my lead, please? I know better then you.”

“For once.” You mumbled.

Hyunjin’s head whipped towards you. “Yah!” He exclaimed. You giggled. “I’m kidding, Jinnie. Hurry up though, my back hurts.”

“You’re like an old lady.” He huffed.

“Don’t disrespect your elders!” You scolded. Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “I’m older then you.”

“Not me! The actual old ladies out there.” You said.

Hyunjin just grunted and opened his door, stepping out with a sly smile.

You huffed, slumping against the seat as you crossed your arms.

Soon, your door opened, Hyunjin’s hand waiting for yours. He watched you carefully, eyes calculating as he bent into the car. You grabbed his hand. It was normal. You always held the boy’s hand, but something told you this time, it was different.

He gave you a gentle smile, one that definitely helped to calm the nerves that were currently crawling up your spine.

You stepped out of the limo, hand in hand with him. Camera flashes startled you, your grasp on his hand tightening. Why were there photographers?

You winced as you stood to your full height beside Hyunjin. “Take deep breaths, it’s okay. This is normal, people get nosy at big business parties.” The boy whispered sweetly into your ear, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You stared at him for a moment, slowly allowing your shoulders to relax.

Hyunjin wondered what kind of photos the paparazzi would be getting. Did the two of you look like you were in love? Hand in hand, staring at each other silently. Hyunjin was sure, at least, it would look like he was in love. Probably because he was. But you, you looked at him like a big brother, someone to curl into when scared. And there he was, staring at you like you were his whole world. Would they be able to differentiate the looks you two shared? Yours of a loving friend, and his as something more?

Somewhere, deep in his chest, he hoped they wouldn’t. Because he wanted, more then anything, for you to seem in love with him. He wanted to find the pictures that would soon be online, and he wanted to keep them forever. Because maybe, just maybe, it would seem like you were looking at him the same way he was looking at you.

Just once.

When you looked away from him, a nervous smile graced our face. Hyunjin watched you for a few, fleeting moments, before he tore his eyes away from your side profile.

He moved forwards, you following close on his heels. He couldn’t help but laugh at you, following him around like a little puppy. You glared at him as he looked back at you, which simply made his smile grow more. At that, you couldn’t help but grin sheepishly also.

“Jinnie, quit it.” You pouted as he tugged you inside.

“Just come on, stop pouting. There’s food inside.” He bribed you. You rolled your eyes. “I’m already coming inside, and I know there’s food.” Hyunjin snorted, your arms now in front of you.

One of Hyunjin’s hands made it’s way to your waist, gently grasping onto your side and pulling you a tad closer to him. You stiffened, gazing up at the boy, who refused to look at you, his cheeks and ears were painted a soft pink color. Your lips curled, eyes curving into half-moons as you watched him. He was so careful, like he thought you’d smack his hand away. But you didn’t, you really couldn’t, you were here to play a role, after all.

You turned your head away from him as you entered the second set of doors, eyes widening at the sight. The room was huge, decorated gracefully with soft colors illuminating the large ballroom.

Every man, woman, and child in the place looked extraordinarily graceful, each posing with an elaborate aura that radiated power and confidence. Even the youngest child you saw, a girl who seemed no older then 11 years old, seemed to fit in more then you as she stood beside her parents quietly.

Hyunjin seemed to notice the way your shoulders tensed, for his hand tightened slightly around your waist, his neck craning to get a better look at you as the pair of you stood at the entrance, still unnoticed by most people in the hall.

“Y/n.” He whispered, bending closer to you, his voice just a gentle whisper in your ear.

“Don’t be nervous, you fit in perfectly. Nobody will question us, alright?” You turned your head towards him, giving a faint nod.

Hyunjin’s heart sank at your response. It was cruel of him to drag you here, into a world that even he, who had been raised in it, struggled to handle. He was regretful, eyebrows furrowing.

He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the apple of your cheek. He watched your lashes flutter as you fully turned towards him, a faint red rising in your cheeks and touching the tips of your ears.

“Hyunjin!” You whispered, shocked.

The boy sent you a proud grin, standing back to his normal posture. You stared at him, not missing the way his cheeks were also deepening in color. He watched you watch him, eyes shining sweetly. You scoffed, shaking your head fondly as you looked away, eyes gazing into the large room. You were stunned again, wondering how someone could afford something so grand.

Hyunjin began to move, his hand on your waist simply pulled you along with him.

It didn’t take long for people to notice the two of you, or rather, to notice Hyunjin. Your stunning best friend, whose hand was currently gripping your waist. You shrunk internally, but tried your best to give off confidence. You only hoped it worked.

Hyunjin pulled you through the crowd of people, most of which watched you both. You should’ve expected it, after all, Mr. Hwang was the one throwing this party.

And yet, you hadn’t seen it coming.

Hyunjin bowed and greeted multiple families, but kept moving. He figured you were already nervous enough. He just needed to find his parents.

But then, you stopped.

Your eyes were trapped, trapped in a trace. Your body immediately tensed, heart dropping in your chest.

There he was, standing off the to side, speaking to a few adults, a pretty girl wrapped around his arm. He looked so beautiful, his blonde hair was neatly combed, body fitted into a black suit. His small dimples were visible as he smiled at one of the talking men. He looked to effortlessly ethereal. But so did the girl he was with.

Of course he did, he was Lee Felix.

Your body pushed against Hyunjin’s grasp, feet taking a few, small steps backwards.

“You didn’t tell me he’d be here. Who is that girl?” You said through clenched teeth. What if he saw you? Then you would never be able to tell him how you feel, not without him thinking you’d hurt Hyunjin. But why did that even matter? He already had someone with him. Was it his girlfriend? It couldn’t be, he’d have told you and the others. Right? This was not good, not good at all.

Hyunjin’s brows were furrowed in confusion, his gaze following yours.

And then, his heart plummeted, too.

He didn’t know Felix would be here, he hadn’t gotten to look at the guest list. Even if he had, he doubt he would’ve noticed Felix’s name, nor the girl’s, who’s name was probably scribbled next to his as a plus-one.

His eyes turned back towards you, hand retreating from your waist. “I didn’t know he’d be here, I don’t know who that is.” He swallowed.

He watched you, your eyes glazed over, watching the freckled boy and the stranger.

He wondered, as he studied you, if he looked at you the same way you looked at Felix. It was a sad reality, really.

Your eyes held the whole world when you looked at Felix, like the entire galaxy had made home in your beautiful gaze. And you had a certain feel to you, when you were with Felix, that you didn’t have with anyone else. Almost as though the accented boy was your whole reason for existing.

That’s how Hyunjin looked at you. Like you were everything that kept him going, like you were the only reason he was living in this horrid, wretched world.

He wondered how he would react seeing you with another man. It was hard enough to watch you fall for Felix, but to imagine you actually with him? Horrid.

Then again, the sight in front of him made his blood boil. How could Felix just look past you? How could he bring someone else when he knew all too well that you were hopelessly in love with him?

Hyunjin knew, he had known since the day you met Felix, that you would never, ever, look at Hyunjin quite the way you looked at Lee Felix.

Because to you, Felix was your everything. You loved him.

Hyunjin knew, for sure, as he was watching you in that moment, that you would never be his. But that didn’t matter, because if he couldn’t have you, you should’ve at least gotten to have Felix. And now both possibilities seemed so far away.

No, you would touch his finger tips, but be just out of his grasp.

It was all a sick, cruel joke the universe was playing.

And Hyunjin couldn’t win. Now, neither could you.

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“Y/n, please come out. It’s been 10 minutes, my parents are waiting for us.” Hyunjin knocked on the bathroom door, pleading for you to come out.

But you couldn’t, you had messed up your makeup with faint tears, and now you looked a mess.

Maybe you were overreacting, but you just couldn’t get yourself to leave the restroom.

You mind was swarmed with memories of Felix, dashing, beautiful Felix. With his freckled cheeks, thick accent, and dimpled smile. Who was that girl? The question haunted you.

“Y/n, please.” Hyunjin slumped against the door, not caring if anyone saw him at this point. His hands and forehead were pressed against it, eyes shut.

He really had messed up, he already knew that. But he didn’t know Felix would be here, especially not with a date. If he had, he never would’ve brought you.

The door suddenly unlocked, so Hyunjin took a step back. There you were, makeup slightly messy, eyes swollen and cheeks red. He almost cried at the sight of you.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, stepping forwards to capture you in his warm embrace. You hugged him back, pulling him inside the restroom with you. Then, you locked the door again and continued to hug the tall boy.

You weren’t crying, you already had and besides, you shouldn’t shed anymore tears over something you couldn’t control.

Hell, if Felix was happy, you should be too.

“I’m sorry, I kinda messed up our time, huh?” You whispered into Hyunjin, who was still tightly hugging you, his chin resting on your head.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head mindlessly. “No, you didn’t. It’s okay, this party is hours long, we only spent 15 minutes not attending it. We’ll be fine, I’m sure.” Hyunjin really wasn’t sure, however, he did know that his parents were probably looking for the two of you.

You sighed, retracting your body from his arms. He felt cold at the loss of you, but didn’t say anything.

“Can you help me? I just need to fix my makeup.” You sighed, walking towards the sink.

“What do I do? You don’t have a bag or anything, did you even bring makeup?” Hyunjin quirked a brow.

You hesitated. “No, but it’s only the mascara that’s running, so just carefully wipe it. I would, but my hands are…” You looked at your hands, which were shaking slightly.

Hyunjin inhaled, nodding. “Okay.” He mumbled, grabbing some tissues from the dispenser next to the sink. “What about your foundation and contour?“ He pursed his lips.

You had thought about that, but at this point, you didn’t care. “I can deal with that after. But I’d rather had messed up foundation then black streaks on my face.”

Hyunjin nodded at your words.

You leaned against the sink, hands gripping onto the counter to steady yourself. You tried your best not to think about Felix, nor the girl he had brought with him.

Hyunjin dampened the tissue, hoping it would ease the process of fixing your makeup. He leaned down, one hand beside yours on the counter, your body practically trapped under him. He was focused, lightly dabbing away the tear stains. Luckily, they hadn’t dried yet, so it wasn’t as difficult as he had thought it would be.

Your grip tightened on the counter as Hyunjin gently tapped the tissue against your face, eyes flickering back and forth over him. He was so close, you could see every strand of hair on his head, you could even smell his cologne. He was focused on you, but for once, it wasn’t because he couldn’t look away, it was because he was cleaning you up. And for just a moment, your heart beat a little bit faster, because here, encased in your best friend’s arms, you felt whole.

You just watched the boy, scanning his face that you had memorized years ago. You looked at the little mole under his eye, you looked at his nose and his lips, just admiring him for what felt like the first time.

Had he always looked this beautiful?

You couldn’t quite recall. To you, Hyunjin had always been handsome, sure, but he was still your annoying best friend. And now, you couldn’t help but look at him in a different, new light.

As his fingers curled against the counter, his face so close to yours you could basically feel his warm breath fane across your cheeks.

And then, in the heat of the moment, while you were questioning everything Hyunjin was, he pulled away. A proud smile on his face as he tossed the tissue into the trash can. “I fixed it! Look in the mirror.”

You nodded mindlessly, Hyunjin’s head tilting when you didn’t look away. You caught on, turning your body towards the mirror.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly before then before.

You grabbed a dry tissue and tried to even out the foundation. It didn’t work great, but it worked well enough to not mess with your makeup anymore.

“Good?” You turned towards Hyunjin, who smiled fondly at you.

He held out his hand into the symbol for perfect. “Impeccable.”

You nodded, smiling at the ground for a moment, before you looked back up.

“We should go find my parents now.” Hyunjin said calmly.

Well, to you, it was calm. But inside, Hyunjin was fawning over you. How could he not? You looked so precious, all shy and worried.

Then again, he was also fuming. He didn’t think he’d ever been so upset at anyone, let alone at sweet Felix.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. It was just like how Hyunjin felt about you; he loved you, but the feeling wasn’t mutual. You loved Felix, but the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Love really has it’s way of messing with your mind. It’s unfair and cruel, making you fall for someone you just can’t have. Hyunjin sighed as he followed you out of the restroom, his brows furrowed in thought.

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“Do you see him?” You asked, clinging onto Hyunjin’s arm nervously.

You were gonna give him whiplash if you kept looking around how you were now.

“I don’t see him, I’ll tell you if I do. But seriously, y/n, you gotta stop moving your neck like that. I’m afraid it’ll break.” Hyunjin whispered.

You snapped your neck towards him in the same way he told you to stop doing. “Funny.”

Hyunjin scoffed.

“Didn’t you say we need to find your parents?” You inquired.

Hyunjin hummed, nodding. The two of you had been doing pretty good at evading conversations with people at the party, but you still hadn’t been able to find Hyunjin’s parents.

“I’ve been looking for them.” He said, his eyes still sweeping the large room as the pit of you cautiously walked through it.

“I see them!” You suddenly exclaimed, hitting Hyunjin’s arm lightly a few times.

Hyunjin flinched, looking at you, then to where your gaze was pointed. “Ah! Me too, let’s go.” He quickly tugged you along. Or, he tried to, but you beat him to it.

When you approached Hyunjin’s parents, they both looked ecstatic to see you.

“My son!” Mr. Hwang called cheerfully, patting the young man on the back. Hyunjin smiled, giving his father a bow, to which you followed suit.

“Y/n, dear, it’s lovely to see you, you look stunning. Mr. Hwang and I were so pleased to hear that you and Hyunjin were finally together! We’ve been waiting for years.” The woman giggled, watching happily as your cheeks fired up.

“Ah, thank you, mother.” You bowed again.

“So, y/n. Please tell us, how did Hyunjin finally make you his?” Mr. Hwang asked, noticing the way Hyunjin’s fingers had locked with yours.

“Oh— well, he—“ You stuttered, quickly thinking of a story.

“Really, it wasn’t anything extravagant. Hyunjin was walking me home after we had hung out all day, and he just sort of… spilled his feelings.” You tried your very best to make the story seem reasonable. You hoped it wouldn’t be too far-fetched. Hyunjin and you often spent your free days together, and he always walked you home after, so the fabrication was believable enough. To you, at least.

Hyunjin’s heart was hammering against his chest. He pictured the scenario in his head, wondering what it would be like if he really did admit his feelings to you like that.

Mrs. Hwang clapped quietly, smiling. “How sweet. Not everything needs to be fancy, you know. Some things are better simple.” She explained.

Hyunjin erased the scene from his mind, choosing to beam at his mother instead, before his attention was directed back towards his father.

“I agree. I do hope he at least got you flowers, though.” Mr. Hwang said, pointing at his son.

You laughed, fiddling nervously with a strand of your hair. “He got me a box of chocolates.” You lied. It felt wrong to lie to the Hwangs, but it was necessary, you supposed.

Mr. Hwang nodded in approval, patting Hyunjin on the back again.

“Just let us know if he needs to be put in his place. I know he can get…” Mr. Hwang trailed off, chuckling.

“Father! I’m right here.” The boy in question pouted, jutting out his lower lip.

Mr. Hwang was about to speak, but another man approached, greeting the four of you. He began to talk to Hyunjin’s father, who excused himself from the other three of you.

“Why don’t you two go get something to eat, if you haven’t already.” Mrs. Hwang said sweetly, rubbing your arm gently. You nodded, only just realizing how hungry you were.

Hyunjin said goodbye to his mother, then pulled you away, and back into the crowd.

“Jinnie.” You softly tugged on the sleeve of his suit.

He turned towards you, blinking. “Hm?”

You shuffled, smiling at his sheepishly. “The food is, uh,” you pointed past Hyunjin, “that way.”

Hyunjin furrowed his brows, looking behind him. You were right, the food was, indeed, that way. “Oh.” He said.

You laughed, it was your turn to pull him along now.

As you approached the table, you only grew more and more excited, your nerves completely dissipating.

Hyunjin let go of your hand as you arrived at the table, watching you with a soft smile as you excitedly grabbed a plate and scanned the table full of delicious food.

He couldn’t help but fawn over you, it wasn’t his fault. You were so precious, always excited at the prospect of food. And for the second time that night, you reminded Hyunjin of a little puppy.

He managed to move his eyes off of you, gazing elsewhere as you collected various amounts of food from the table.

Then he spotted someone he definitely didn’t want to see tonight. Walking hand in hand with a girl, was Felix.

And he was approaching the table, his sights already locked on Hyunjin as he happily waved, a wide smile on his freckled face.

Hyunjin stated, eyes wide as he carefully smiled back. What should he do? He couldn’t turn around, not now that he had acknowledged the incoming boy and his date. He glanced over his shoulder, searching for you. He found you, still at the food table, of course. You seemed to feel his gaze on you, because you looked up almost immediately and grinned stupidly at him, waving in excitement.

Hyunjin stared at you, a look of wordy shadowing his face. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, head and smile dropping when you looked past Hyunjin, seeing Felix approach.

But by then, he had seen you too, his smile growing even bigger.

You were seriously going to throw up.

Hyunjin scolded himself internally for the hundredth time that night, slowly turning around just in time to bow to Felix.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you, I didn’t think y/n would be here. Are her parents attending? I didn’t see them.” Felix chirped.

You had set down your plate of food, knowing you had to go along with the role you had promised to play for Hyunjin. You approached the trio, eyes locked on Felix and his date as your arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s.

“Actually, I’m his date.” You smiled, it was painfully fake.

You swore you saw Felix’s bright smile drop for a moment, his eyes scanning your outfits and putting the facts together. You two were matching, of course you were here together… as dates.

Felix didn’t know how to feel. He had brought his girlfriend, if you could call her that. He had been seeing her for only a couple weeks, just tonight feeling brave enough to introduce her to his parents. And they liked her, but not as much as he had hoped they would.

When Felix saw you, he had only been more elated, but seeing you as Hyunjin’s date upset him. He wasn’t sure why, but he ignored it,

You clung tightly to Hyunjin, not just for show, but because you were nervous.

Hyunjin could tell, so he placed one of his hands over yours, softly caressing your hand as he spoke to Felix.

You sighed quietly, trying to it best to relax, but you couldn’t. You observed the girl with Felix, and it only made you feel worse. She was stunning, almost a perfect match for Felix. You shook the thoughts from your head, attempting to engross yourself into the conversation.

“How long have you two been together? I’m surprised I didn’t hear about it sooner!” Felix laughed, smiling at the both of you.

“Only a few days, we didn’t want to tell everyone yet. We’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the others.” Hyunjin said in his politest tone.

“Yah, you don’t need to be all respectful with me! Of course I won’t tell them, it’s non of my business anyways.” Felix chirped, looking at his date suddenly when she tapped his shoulder. “Ah, right. This is Yuna, Shin Yuna. Her father is a partner of my father’s.”

The girl, Yuna, smiled brightly, bowing to you and Hyunjin. You didn’t like the way she clung onto Felix, it made your heart burn with anger and jealousy.

But you also didn’t like the way she looked at Hyunjin, in fact, you wasn’t sure which you disliked more. Her with Felix, or her staring at Hyunjin.

It was odd, to you, the feelings that spiked in your chest at her stare.

You had never been jealous of girls with Hyunjin before, but perhaps that was because Hyunjin had always made it clear that you were the only girl he wanted to hang out with. Yes, it was a selfish way to think, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. When someone is with you for so long, you can’t help but get attached.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yuna. You’re a stunning couple.” You spoke up, surprising all three of them. Hyunjin looked the most startled, his soft touch on your hand freezing. “But Jinnie and I really should go, we have a date planned tonight and,” you checked your watch for show, “it’s already 8:35. Our reservation is at 9:00, isn’t it?” You looked towards Hyunjin, who stared. You stepped on his foot, making him wince and cough slightly a s a distraction, before nodding.

“Yep! It’s at 9:00, we should get going.” Hyunjin said in a rushed tone.

Felix and Yuna looked surprised, but Yuna didn’t seem upset. It was only Felix that seemed a bit down that the two of you had to leave so soon.

“Oh. I see, well, you two have a good dinner. I’ll see you both another time.” Felix said hesitantly, eyeing the plate he had watched you fill and then put down.

Odd.

You laughed nervously, bowing before you quickly dragged Hyunjin towards the doors.

“Y/n—“ He inhaled. “Y/n!” His voice was louder now, so you turned.

“What?” You grunted.

“What the hell was that? We don’t have any dinner reservations. Besides, if we are leaving, we should say goodbye to my parents.” Hyunjin was unsure of what was going through your mind as you stared at him. What were you thinking?

“I know you don’t.” You suddenly said. “I just couldn’t stand there and watch that girl— Yuna, cling onto Felix like that. And the way she was looking at you just made—“ You stopped, sealing your mouth shut.

“What? The way she was looking at me made you what?” Hyunjin tilted his head, heart beginning to beat faster. We’re you upset, jealous even?

“It doesn’t matter, can we just leave? I’m tired and I just want to go home. I can call a cab if you want to stay, but I’m leaving.” You removed your hand from Hyunjin’s, who looked confused.

“Y/n, why won’t you talk to me? You’ve been acting strange all night, I don’t—“ Hyunjin began, but you cut him off.

“I am talking to you, Hyunjin. I’m just mad.” You defended yourself, arms crossing over your chest. You would be freezing if you were outside, but luckily, you were just in the lobby of the large building.

“Mad? Why are you mad?” He swallowed.

You couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your lips, eyes flickering up and down the boy in front of you. “Seriously, Hyunjin? I’m mad that you brought me into this mess of yours! You know how I feel about coming to parties like this, and on top of that, Felix saw us together!”

Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows. “So? Just— I don’t know, just tell him we called it off. Mutually. Im sure he’d give you a chance, I don’t think he’s especially happy with Yuna.”

You tried to bite your tongue, you really did. “It doesn’t matter! That doesn’t matter anymore. Your parents think we’re together, everyone at this damned party thinks we’re together! It’s not going to end. Your father isn’t gonna let either of us get away that easily, Hyunjin. And you know it.”

“Why does that matter? I told you I’ll deal with it, what’s so wrong with some people thinking we’re together, I don’t—“ Again, you cut him off.

“What’s wrong with it?! What isn’t wrong with it?!” You threw your hands up, pointing at the boy’s chest.

“I don’t want to date you, Hyunjin. It’s— it’s disgusting! It makes me sick just thinking about being with you in that way, and now hundreds of people believe this stupid lie you made up?” You poked his chest as you continued.

“You forced me into this and I hate it! I never wanted to come with you, I only did because you’re my best friend. But then you crossed the line, Hyunjin. You can’t just… you can’t kiss my cheek, or— or hold my waist all night! I let it go at first because it was all for show,” You dramatically shook yourself to seem more convincing, “but it’s too much! I don’t want to date you Hyunjin, it disturbs me to even think about that.” Alright, you were being harsh and dramatic. But you were cold, tired, and hungry. None of those things made for a very happy y/n.

Hyunjin stared at you, his whole heart shattering into a million pieces.

People often say that those closest to you are the ones that have the most power over you, they’re the ones that can hurt you the most. And for the longest time, Hyunjin didn’t believe that. Because really, even if it were true, you, his sweet, little y/n, would never hurt him.

Yet here you are, crushing his love into meaningless particles of dust, watching them blow away, never to be seen again.

“What?” Was all Hyunjin could say, scared that he would burst into tears if he tried to speak anything more.

He could see your glare visibly soften, just the slightest bit, but you didn’t take anything back.

Did you find him appalling? Did it really disgust you to think about being anything more then a friend to him? The words you had said to him were horrible, and he was sure that you didn’t mean to hurt him, how were you supposed to know his feelings? To you, the things you said might have seemed like mutual thoughts, but they weren’t.

Hwang Hyunjin was in love with you, but you didn’t know that.

Hyunjin felt his face heat up with anger and sadness, his eyes were also beginning to water. He blinked the tears away quickly, but you had already noticed.

“Hyunjin?” Your eyes widened.

“Hyunjin, I—“ He cut you off this time, an empty scoff of disbelief leaving his lips. “What, y/n? Haven’t you said enough? What more could you possibly want to say?” His tone was the angry one now, voice laced with something you’d never heard him use towards you.

Hwang Hyunjin was livid, and he was hurting on top of that.

“You need to leave. I’ll call you a cab.” Hyunjin turned and entered the ballroom before you could speak, leaving you confused and unsure of what to do next.

You never should have said the things you did, you didn’t even mean them. You were overwhelmed, but that wasn’t any excuse. Even if it was, it was a lousy one.

You were, by no means, disgusted by the thought of being something more than a friend to Hyunjin. And that was exactly what scared you. You shouldn’t be feeling that way for your best friend, you should be feeling that way for a certain, freckled boy named Felix. But you weren’t, not anymore, and maybe it was the small amount of alcohol in your body, but you couldn’t help but think back on memories of Hyunjin.

You unearthed something the childhood version of you had covered up a long time ago.

Your feelings for Hyunjin.

And just like that, the childhood crush and feelings came roaring back to life. In fact, you realized something. Every moment you had spent with Hyunjin, you had been extremely happy and at peace, and that wasn’t normal. Not for a friend, not even for a best friend. The way your skin would momentarily burn at his touches, the way you stared at Hyunjin fondly when he spoke about something he loved, the way you admired his every feature and movement, it wasn’t normal. But you had covered it up with the excuse that it was because he was your best friend, and you had, somehow, gotten yourself to fall for your own lies.

But the truth was this; You loved Hwang Hyunjin, not at a friend, not as a best friend, not as a brother figure.

You loved Hyunjin in a way you had long forgotten possible.

You loved Hyunjin more then you had ever loved Felix.

You loved Hyunjin with everything you were, and everything you would ever be.

You loved Hyunjin, as your whole world.

And now, you had gone and messed it all up, shattering your heart along with it Hyunjin’s.

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It had been days, four days to be exact, since the party you had attended with Hyunjin. You had tried your best to get in touch with him, but he wouldn’t answer you. You didn’t have the heart to tel his parents what happened, so you didn’t text them. You doubted they’d be able to get him to see you anyways, he’d make up an excuse.

So, after two more days, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You had seen, or at least, talked to Hyunjin every day of your entire life. Not talking to him for nearly a whole week? While it might not seem like much to others, it felt like forever for you.

You loved your other friends, but seeing only a few of them a couple of times, Seungmin, Jeongin, Changbin, and Han specifically, really didn’t make you feel much better. They could tell, too. Han had let it slip that Hyunjin wasn’t hanging out with them as much either, usually he was only with Minho, which was normal for the pair of dancers.

You were sad to hear it, your words really did upset him, and knowing that hurt. But you were sure Hyunjin was hurting more.

So, you decided it was time to win Hyunjin back. And to start, you needed to see him.

Luckily for you, you had been to hundreds for Hyunjin’s dance practices and performances, you had memorized the way to the studio years ago.

You needed to see him, so you got in your car, started the engine, and began driving.

When you arrived, it was 4:14pm, which meant Hyunjin and Minho’s practice would be ending in just one minute.

You quickly got out of your car and approached the building. You were nervous, that much was true. Your hand grasped into the handle,fingers trebling as you drew in a deep breath.

You pushed it open, greeting the woman at the front desk and made your way down the familiar hall, to the even more familiar practice room.

You had passed about ten dancers, probably from the same practice room you were headed to, but Hyunjin and Minho were not one of them, so you continued. When you arrived, you could hear talking within the room. And then, your heart skipped a beat at a familiar voice.

Hyunjin was inside, along with Minho. You expected it, but hearing Hyunjin’s voice for the first time in a while still made you nervous.

You grasped the handle, similarly to the way you had held onto the handle just a few moments earlier.

You Twitter the handle, pushing open the door, which creaked softly in response.

Three pairs of eyes met yours; Minho’s, Hyunjin’s, and a girl’s that you had never seen before.

But that wasn’t what surprised you.

What surprised you, what the protective hand that was wrapped around her waist. It was Hyunjin’s hand, he was holding her against him, Minho standing a few feet in front of them, his icy gaze softening when he saw you.

Hyunjin’s hand flew off of the girl’s waist, making her move backwards in surprise.

You shut the door immediately, hesitating by the handle for a moment. You needed to go, the feeling in the pit of your stomach made you aware of that.

You let go of the handle, watching in horror as it turned and the door began to open. In a flash, you were running down the hallway, out the door, and into your car. You turned on the engine and left, checking your mirror for a fleeting second.

And there, standing in from of the studio, was your Hyunjin. Maybe he wasn’t yours anymore, but still, there he was, watching you drive away.

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When you got home, it was 5:30pm and the sky was already darkening. You slumped onto the couch in your apartment, hands covering your face.

What were you thinking? Hyunjin didn’t love you, at least not as anything more then a friend. So why did you think he would wait for you? Wait for you to do what? To apologize? To say you didn’t mean it? And then what? Everything would just go back to how it was before, he would still have dated the girl from the dance studio.

You were so stupid, who pushed down their feelings for years?

A knock on the door interrupted your train of thought, the noise causing you to lift your head and stand up from the couch.

You sighed, slumping towards the door. You took in a deep breath, putting on your best smile as you opened the door.

You tried to shut it right away, but it was too late.

Hyunjin was pushing his way into your apartment, and when you realized you couldn’t stop him, you just let him in and stepped back, eyes glued to your feet.

“Y/n…” Hyunjin panted, a bit surprised at the strength you had used to try and keep him out.

“Hyunjin, I’m so sorry.” You spoke, looking up to meet the boy’s surprised gaze.

You sighed lowly, shuffling nervously. “I didn’t mean anything I said back there, at the party. I just— I don’t have an excuse, but I do have an explanation. And I know it’s too late now, but I still need to get this off my chest.”

“I think I’ve… I’ve felt something for you since we were kicks, and I used Felix as a distraction. I’ve pushed my feelings down for years, I didn’t mean to, I was just scared? I think I was scared, or maybe I was just being irrational, but still. I really like you Jinnie, and I know you’re with someone else now, but I needed you to know. So please, don’t think it disgusts me to think about you as more then a best friend, because it doesn’t. I was just fighting my feelings and… I shouldn’t have done it the way I had. I’m sorry.” You bowed deeply, standing back up, though your gaze was trapped on your feet.

You felt something touch your chin, Hyunjin’s slender fingers lifting your head to look at him.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet. You almost melted.

“Y/n, I understand. Not exactly, but— I really like you too. I think I love you, even. That’s why I avoided you all week, I couldn’t look at you without combusting at the thought that it disgusted you to think about dating me.” He chuckled softly, thumb running along your cheek.

“It’s not too late. That girl at the dance studio, she’s just my dance partner. Minho wanted to go over some steps with the both of us, you just walked in at a bad part in the choreography.” Hyunjin sucked in, chewing his lower lip. “It’s not too late.”

The both of you stared in complete, utter silence, neither of you sure what to do next. All you knew, was that Hyunjin’s hand was on your cheek, and you had never felt more alive then now, in this moment with Hyunjin.

You decided to take the chance, leaning towards Hyunjin.

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as your breath fanned over his face.

You gave him a silly grin, one that he adored.

You didn’t move from there, so he did. Using his hand on your cheek, he pulled you into him.

When your lips met, it felt like you had finally found the missing pieces of yourself. The broken pieces of Hyunjin’s heart and yours intertwined, making the beating organs whole again.

His lips were so soft, the kiss so sensual and tender. Your hands found their way to his jaw, his finding home on your waist. He tugged you closer to his body needily, a soft whimper escaping his plush lips as you nibbled on them.

When you pulled away, Hyunjin’s lips were already a bit swollen and red, his eyes blown out.

He pushed his lower lip out, leaning in to peck your lips quickly. “Why’d you stop?” He pouted, grunting when you squished his cheeks together fondly.

“You are just so cute!” You exclaimed, softly running your fingers through his hair. He grumbled, but allowed you to continue. He wouldn’t admit it, but he really liked the feeling of your fingers against his scalp. Besides, he figured you’d give him another kiss if he didn’t complain.

And you did.

You kissed him again, and again, and again.

Your fingers ran through his silky locks, admiring his neat mullet. “You’re so pretty.” You mumbled into his mouth, his fingers gripping you so tightly, you were sure your waist would bruise.

He hummed, trailing his sloppy kisses down the curve of your neck, and over the jut of your collar bones. “That’s my line.”

You giggled, playfully pushing him away.

“Yah! Come back here, I’m not done!” He complained, quickly slipping off his shoes and replacing them for the pair of slippers he had left at your apartment when you first moved in.

You squeaked as he reached for you, running down the hall and into your room.

But he followed you, and he certainly wasn’t done with you.

He made sure to leave marks of his love all over your body that evening, and again at night, and one last time in the morning, just because he could.

And you did the same to his body.

You were in heaven, Hyunjin made sure you knew that.

And that’s when Hyunjin knew, you would never look at him the way you looked at Felix, but the reason was different then what he had originally thought.

That night, while you slept, tangled up in the safety of his arms, Hyunjin knew;

You would never look at him the way you looked at Lee Felix, because to you, Hyunjin was your whole world.

And nothing could compare to the way the world looked in your beautiful, sparkling eyes.

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A/n: I hope you guys liked this story! I didn’t proof read it, I will in a few days… hopefully, but I figured you guys would want it now, so here you go. <3

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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Hyunjin x FEM Reader!

cw : photographer Hyunjin, needs a muse, reader and him will meet in his exhibition, blood, murder, nudes, sculpture classes, dead body tw, if you are sensible pls don't interact, MDNI. SENSITIVE CONTENT!

sw : blood kink, hair pulling, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, anal, oral (both receiving), riding, humping, teasing, touching, masturbation, blowjob, marks, biting, choke kink, they'll have sex covered in blood.

wc : 9.025

synopsis : Hyunjin's a photographer and meets reader at his own exhibition. He falls in love with her beauty and the way she talks about art, so he proposes to her to attend his sculpture classes and then, after some of them, to be his model for a nude photography project, which will lead them to have sex. One day, she arrives before the appointment and begins to explore his study, finding a cupboard where he keeps all the heads of the girls he has seduced before her. But she's not afraid, she's excited. After a few minutes he shows up, catching her in the moment and she tells him her little dark secret, so they set up a murder and then fuck in the bloody mess.

a/n : hii... that's the first time for me writing here and writing in English so PLS im sorry if there are some errors!! I hope u enjoy this anyway 🎀🎀

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You have always been an art lover, which has led you to visit many exhibitions over the years. Photography and sculpture were your favourite subjects, and you have lost count of the number of exhibitions you have visited in your lifetime. However, it was a bit of a contradiction that art was not what you studied. You were a student of anatomy at university, which of course helped you to understand the human forms you so admired and loved to create. Although your studies were far from your true passion, you couldn't help but attend the private lessons that were often advertised in flyers around the city. That year alone, you attended no less than five classes, loving the way your hands shaped the clay beneath them. Its softness, the way it escaped your touch when wet: it was smooth, soft, elusive and malleable. Almost unpredictable, one might add. Once, because of a few air bubbles, you had to redo your work because it had burst in the kiln. Yes, one of the great faults of clay was its ability to burst if it was not perfectly formed. You were like clay, unpredictable. But you also loved the unpredictability of a photograph, the immediacy of a shot. The reality it represented. It was no coincidence that these were your favourite subjects.

You were walking around, sipping your caramel milkshake, after a long and tiring day at university. The music was on your mind, you imagined yourself in the scenarios that the soundtrack was transporting through your ears, but nothing could have distracted you from the sight of a giant billboard announcing a photography exhibition that weekend: The Art of the Body. This particular billboard had caught your attention not only because of the type of photography on display - nude exhibitions were rare in your town these days, too much of a scandal for the citizens. You were different, you appreciated every single muscle, every single feature of the human body. - But also for the way in which that body, unclothed, had been immortalised. Enclosed in a net that did not completely cover it, the woman's features were fully visible; she looked almost like a sculpture because of the contrast between light and dark.

You were enraptured by the image, your thoughts had clouded your mind, you had barely paid attention to the name of the photographer who was going to present this exhibition. But you didn't care, the subject matter was already of great interest to you. Nude photography by those who could not understand or feel it was considered almost scandalous. You found it a contradiction because very often the same people who criticised this kind of photography were the first to admire sculptures of the calibre and genre of Michelangelo's David, who, by the way, was naked.

For you, this kind of photograph was just like a sculpture. But warm, soft, even more real and expressive. You were sure that you would love that kind.

When you got back to your flat, the first thing you did was take a shower. It was the most plausible option after a long and tiring day, not least because you would have to clean up the mess left in your kitchen. In fact, by the time you found yourself having to clean it up, you were starting to get bored, so television would have been a good idea for entertainment at a time when all you wanted to do was sleep. You watched the news, and once again the topic of the day was the countless missing girls in your area. You wondered what was going on and why so many girls had mysteriously disappeared in a matter of days. There were no traces of mysterious serial killers, or even traces and statements from the victims themselves, if there were any. They had not been seen with anyone, nor had anyone talked about them. They had nothing in common. Or at least the police had not been good enough to find out. Well, in fact, the police had failed miserably from the start with the story of these girls' disappearance.

After all, there were no traces of the girls, and you had to clean up quickly because of the stench that was starting to fill the room.

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Finally, the long-awaited day of the exhibition had arrived, and you were excited just to think that you would be able to see such works live, even more so if they were all close to the one on the poster that had caught your eye. You were well dressed for the occasion, you wanted to make yourself presentable. You were also excited to meet the artist. You hadn't read the name, you weren't even interested in meeting him, but as the days went by, your curiosity grew and you did some research to find out who the man was: he was a young man - well, very young - his name was Hwang Hyunjin, a photographer and professor of sculpture. You were very interested in that because those were your two favourite subjects. So you had to admit that you had made yourself beautiful in order to look like that in the eyes of such a man. Also because you had seen pictures of him on some magazine covers and on the Internet, and you had noticed that he was indeed a handsome man. Maybe even more than handsome. He himself seemed to be part of a collection of sculptures.

His features were delicate but masculine, his body seemed well proportioned and he was tall and lean. He had dark, feline eyes and lips that were sure to drive all the women who had ever met him crazy.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and, after spraying on your ever-present perfume, you left the house, heading for the exhibition. It was Saturday night, the streets of your city were crowded, kids ready to go to some club, men with wives were ready to go to dinner. Saturday night chaos was, as always, inevitable.

You found yourself having to turn down your best friend's invitation to some club just to go to this exhibition. But she understood, she knew how much you loved art and you hadn't missed a single one of these exhibitions that came to your town every year. It was true, you had never missed one. Once you even got a cold and covered yourself well with a huge scarf and a heavy coat. Unlike the way you were dressed today. A tight black dress that stopped at mid-thigh, a long black coat, your beloved lace-up boots and a chignon that gathered your hair delicately. You were truly charming.

When you arrived at the exhibition, you immediately took a glass of red wine that was offered to every visitor. You were enchanted by the splendour that surrounded you. Photographs of all kinds: coloured, black and white, bodies covered in nets, naked bodies, bodies covered in liquids - water, blood - lying in the soil , all one with nature. But the photograph that struck you the most was of a body whose head could not be seen and it was crushed below the knees, while a long stream of blood was falling on it. It was strange, the photo was in white and black, well contrasted, sharp, but the blood had not lost its colour: warm red, carmine. You could feel its density, its fluidity, through the photograph. It had given you goosebumps.

A warm, but not too deep voice distracted you from your thoughts.

«This painting is called Passion's Flood.»

You turned to see the boy you had been searching for, for the past two days, and your mouth almost fell open.

His beauty was even more ethereal in person. The complexion of his skin was almost golden, and those eyes seemed to bore into you. The articles were not wrong, this was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was elegant, refined, attractive. You didn't even know what adjective to use to describe him, to do justice to such beauty. You were so dazzled that you almost forgot everything you wanted to say to this man.

«Why this name? More to the point, why the adjective 'passion'?» you said as soon as you awoke from your almost trance-like state. The words slipped from your tongue, as did your curiosity as to the real reason for this choice.

It was strange to hear that such an image had been given such a name. You were curious about the definition of 'passion' for this man. Why it was associated with the image of blood. That rich red liquid dripping onto a naked body, accentuating the shape of the woman portrayed. This made the man behind you smile. He approached you and studied you carefully. He examined you from top to bottom. From head to toe. It was inevitable that he would find you a beautiful, attractive, girl. He bit his lower lip and glanced at the work in front of you, then shifted his gaze back to the subject of his interest: you.

«Interesting question, I see you also pay a lot of attention to the names of the works.» your eyes were fixed on his lips, watching them move at the sound of his voice. How he licked them and made them shine. Perfectly swollen and red. Watching him had become more interesting than watching his work. «Inevitably, the intrinsic meaning of the work itself could be understood from the name, but it is interesting how you used the adjective 'passion' to describe a body covered in blood. The work itself is interesting, it is rare to see something like this in an exhibition. You have a fascinating mind, Mr. Hwang.»

This only inflated the ego of the man at your side, who wasted no time in positioning himself in front of his own work. He flashed a smug, satisfied smile, interested in how your mind was working at that moment. He could not stop the instinct, the primal instinct, that inevitably drew him to you. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time and crossed his arms over his chest, allowing the fabric of the jacket he was wearing to fit better over the obviously defined muscles. «Call me by my name. I don't think there's much of an age difference. In any case, the definition of 'Passion Flood' in this case refers to the fact that passion can flare up in any way, at any time. The association with blood is not only because it automatically brings to mind a warm colour, such as bright red, but also because passion flows in our veins, in our blood. The blood itself evokes the heat, the impact, the sensation that passion can give us. A unique adrenaline rush. For few.» you were enchanted by the way his mind worked, the man was a genius.

Not only was he good at shootings, but the way he spoke to you, the tone of his voice, was like a mermaid to a sailor. He would lure you out to sea and then grab you by the tail. His piercing gaze was as if he wanted to trap you and drag you down with him.

«Your definition of passion is interesting, Hyunjin. I can also say that this definition fits perfectly with the way you create your works. If I may say so, this photograph is extraordinary, perhaps one of the best in this exhibition so far. After all, passion is what you do. Photography is in your blood, it is your passion. Art itself, right? Looking at this photograph, I can see the body of the liquid, the vivid colour and the contrast with the chiaroscuro of the body. I can see the softness of the flesh, its silkiness.» When you stopped talking, the man in front of you licked his lips, pleasantly pleased with what your mind could conceive in terms of art.

«Your mind fascinates me, ...?» he paused, clearly inviting you to tell him your name. You felt the blood boiling in your veins, a heat permeating your body. As if him had set it on fire. «Y/N,» you whispered, once again entranced by his beauty. You were sure he had bewitched you somehow. His charm was beyond anything else. Hwang Hyunjin was not just an artist, he was art itself.

«Do you also work in the field of art?» he asked, moving dangerously close to your body. Your mind went blank, he was far too close. You could not say a word. He was like a magnet, the closer he came, the closer you wanted to be. It was crazy how a man could have such an effect on you, who had always declared yourself a woman who would not be intimidated or subjugated by men. But with Hwang Hyunjin it was different. You were under his spell and would let him do anything to you just to feel him near you.

«I take anatomy classes, but in my spare time I take classes in photography and sculpture. Let's say they are my biggest passions», you could see his eyes light up when you said this. That was his moment. Hyunjin could not fail to use this moment to invite you to one of his classes. Yes, among the thousands of things Hwang did, there were also private lessons in sculpture and photography. And you could not help but be delighted, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. The one and only, the magnetic Hwang Hyunjin had personally asked you to join his sculpture class.

As he walked towards you, your bodies colliding, you found yourself squeezing your legs together, you felt a jolt penetrate your intimacy. His lips came to your earlobe and caressed it, «I expect to see you there, Y/N».

Needless to say, when you left that night, all you could think about was Hyunjin's pointed hands running over your body.

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It had been a really tough week at university, you had to dissect several bodies and your placement was about to start. You were going to be a trainee in a forensic laboratory, so your lectures were now harder and the level of attention they demanded was higher. However, the thought of attending evening classes that Friday, taught by Hyunjin - the man who had been on your mind for the past week - helped you relax.

Your best friend was aware of the little fixation you had developed with the man and often used it to tease you. When you told her you were going to meet him in class that evening, she made so many dirty jokes that you wondered if it was still her. But other girls had disappeared in those days and she didn't want you to be one of them. So she was worried. As you prepared to go to class, she had given you more advice than your mother had given you in your entire life. In fact, you felt like a daughter, a little girl to her. It was obvious that you would be careful, you wanted to return home safely.

So you prepared and made yourself beautiful, just to impress the man of your thoughts, and then you left the house, leaving a trail of fruity perfume behind you. That evening, even though the occasion was nothing more than a sculpture class, you had dressed well. You had on a light sweater that left a strip of your belly uncovered, burgundy with vertical stripes of fabric. Loose, baggy jeans below your navel and flats that matched the colour of your shirt. But the breeze that had risen that evening had forced you to put on your beloved leather jacket.

Your hair was loose, falling over your shoulders as one hand held the strap of the bag tightly. You were eager to see how Hyunjin taught during his lessons, eager to see those hands you dreamed of every night on you, running over the fresh clay, shaping it, imagining it to be your body. You were curious to see what this evening would bring, whether it would be as interesting as you thought it would be, or whether it would be a total disappointment.

Arriving at the location indicated on the flyer Hyunjin had given you, your eyes met the moment you crossed the threshold of the hall. He stood out like a marble statue, his hair tied back in a ponytail, a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and baggy jeans covering a pair of brown and white Nikes on his feet. The piercing in his eyebrow made his gaze at you even more captivating. You entered, bowed and took your seat. They weren't all taken yet, surely he hadn't started because he was expecting a few more people to attend the class.

Behind him were blocks of clay and a table with all sorts of tools and materials for modelling. You assumed that he would be distributing these materials to the students himself, and were not at all surprised to find that most of them were women who were just as interested in the art as they were in the man who was going to teach it to them.

Your gazes were chained as if nothing could break it, it was only interrupted when Hyunjin realised that the hall was now full and it was time to start the lesson. He stood in the middle of the hall with a smile on his face, he was really handsome. He managed to be delicate and attractive at the same time. You were sure that this boy would not be easy to get out of your mind. It was clear that you wanted him more than you thought. «Welcome everyone, this is the first lesson of this course where we will cover the basics and modelling with clay. I have some tools here with me, after I give you a general introduction to the subject, I will hand them out to all of you, along with a lump of clay, so that we can begin the actual course.»

Needless to say, you lost focus after his introduction, too focused on watching his lips move and the vein in his neck throb. You watched his movements carefully, the way the fabric of his shirt occasionally allowed a glimpse of the hollow of his v-zone, the way the material of his jeans clung perfectly to his slender thighs. The man was a dream, and yet he looked like a demon disguised as an angel. His elegant, almost princely movements had managed to hypnotise you. You felt your body go numb and shot through with a long series of electric shocks, all of which landed in your stomach. The sexual tension you felt when standing next to Hyunjin was now sky-high.

It was Hyunjin himself who distracted you from your unchaste thoughts about him. He placed a series of objects on your bench and winked and smiled at you. That made you glow red, and not just on your cheeks. You felt a pleasant warmth spreading through your body and you weren't sure what it would lead to. Certainly nothing good in the state you were in now. «Good to see you here, Y/N.» he whispered in your ear, making you blush again. You lost your words.

As Hyunjin took his place behind a table with all the materials needed to mould the clay, it was fascinating to watch how his wet hands began to caress the block, softening it. Kneading, massaging the malleable material. But the thing that took your breath away again was the way his eyes locked on you as he spoke. As he explained how to handle the clay, as he squeezed it, as he moulded it in his hands, his gaze was fixed on you. You squeezed your legs together, and you were sure he noticed because of the smirk in his eyes. This made you even more embarrassed.

You watched as his tapered fingers created shapes, sweeping over the material, smeared with clay, to shape it to his liking. You wished you were that lump of clay. You wished he would touch you the way he did with that slippery material.

As you began to shape the clay yourself, you hardly thought about Hyunjin's fingers caressing you as you wished. Your mind was lost in the farthest reaches of your thoughts as you concentrated on shaping the lump. You hadn't even noticed Hyunjin watching your hands move as you did with his. His gaze devoured your body and hinted at what was going on in his mind. He was curious how those skilful hands would move around his member. It made him quite aroused, but he could not afford to have an erection in the middle of class by having unchaste thoughts about you.

As the classroom began to empty, the teacher greeted everyone politely and took the opportunity to approach you, who had not noticed anything, still lost in your world and the little statue you were forging. He positioned himself behind you as soon as the last student had left the room, and began to stroke your arms and blow on your neck. It was what brought your head back down to earth. You bit your lower lip as his hands moulded the clay with yours and his warm body clung to yours.

You found yourself gasping as his lips touched your lobe again. This boy would be the end of you, you were sure of it.

«You know, I noticed how your legs tightened at the sound of my voice. I also noticed your eyes burning into my form as I gave this lecture. I'm very curious to know what fantasies are running through your head, little Y/N,» he giggled, then washed his hands in the next sink and invited you to join him. And once again you were hypnotised, enchanted by his voice and his touch. When he took you by the hips, placed you on the only clean counter and spread your legs, you couldn't help but gasp. Words were dead in your throat now, you looked at him with bated breath and all you wanted to do was sink his face between your thighs. «Look what we have here, - he said, stroking your intimacy from above the fabric of your jeans, which he could feel were already wet, - there's no need for you to hide now. I got you,» he whispered again against your neck.

«Hyunjin... Please,» you murmured, your thoughts now clouded by the pleasure of his touch. «What? Tell me what you want,» he taunted you again. Your hand moved to his wrist and pushed it towards the crotch of your jeans. That drove him crazier than you thought.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down to your knees, his gaze resting on the crotch of your now wet panties. You felt no shame, the only thing running through your body now was the adrenaline of being fucked by this man. Your rational part had been switched off by the only one part that had to take over. «Look at you, I haven't even touched you properly and you're already all wet, you little whore. For now you'll be satisfied with what I'm going to give you tonight, if you're good enough you'll get another prize after this one,» your head had fallen back and your back was now arched. It was only with his words that he had been able to bring you to this state. Giggling, he moved the fabric of your panties with two fingers, the same ones that slowly began to massage your walls, while his eyes carefully scanned every corner of your body. You were going crazy, you wanted more and your grip on his wrist let him know it. «Look at you, so needy for my touch. I have a crazy idea that you can't refuse. I need this favour. No one inspires me, attracts me like you do. Be my muse and let me photograph this beautiful, unclothed body,» he whispered into your ear, pushing his fingers further between your pussy lips.

He did not penetrate you, but you were sure that only with this type of touch you could come. You nodded, reeling from the spell he had cast on you, and he smiled, pleased at the state you were in. He moved closer to you, not a kiss, just a bite on your lower lip and one in the hollow of your neck. Which made you quite dizzy with the sensation of his fingers now moving in a circular motion over your intimacy.

«Very good, Princess. Now why don't you cum for me? Like a good girl,» he whispered and began to move his fingers at a speed you didn't think possible. But your mind was clouded and you needed to feel under your hands how much he needed your touch too, so with a grin you grabbed the crotch of his trousers and began to move your hand up and down, feeling how great his length was. But there was no pleasure in doing this from above his jeans, so you inserted your hand into the fabric and with quick movements began to masturbate his intimacy. His moans were satisfying and made your head spin, you were almost in the same state. He growled, moving quickly on your vagina as you did with his member, now a moaning mess, playing with the tip of his member, stimulating it.

It was obvious that after a few minutes you would cum in each other's hands with a loud orgasm, and you did. You screamed her name as her teeth sank into the hollow of your neck, biting it. «I have no class on Tuesday, come here, to this address, my long awaited project will finally come to life,» he whispered in your ear as he licked his fingers covered in your juices, just as you licked yours, soiled with his.

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To say that you had been thinking about what had happened with Hyunjin all weekend was an understatement. The boy hadn't left your mind for a second, nor had the feeling of his fingers over your intimacy. You were constantly thinking about what you had done and the desire to go deeper was alive and growing inside you. It was obvious that you wanted to be fucked by him, so much so that you almost forgot your own name. When Hyunjin was in front of you, all rational thought went out the window. When he had asked you to be his muse, a warmth had grown in your chest and spread between your legs. You couldn't wait to pose naked for him. To let his hands move your body as he wished. Even at that moment, his hands were touching you in your mind, as you rubbed against the pillow in your room, with another news report of a missing girl in the background. But your mind was too busy thinking about Hyunjin to listen to how this girl, unlike the others, you had actually seen in the course of sculpting that the man you dreamed of every night was taking.

When you reached your orgasm, certainly not like you did with Hyunjin's hand, you decided it was the best to take a shower. The next day was the big day you had been looking forward to. You were going crazy. Your best friend had called you to find out the details, but you still hadn't told her what had happened between you and Hyunjin, you would when you maybe had sex fully. Also because that was what you had hoped for most. To hear how he wanted to fuck you. You giggled to hear how she imagined possible scenarios for your encounter, if only she knew how far you had already gone.

When the time and day finally came for you to meet Hyunjin for 'his long awaited project', you couldn't help but feel the shivers running through your body. You wore your hair in a slightly dishevelled bun, a tight black skirt covering you to mid-thigh and a slightly unbuttoned blouse with a burgundy lace-embroidered bra wrapped around your torso. Black boots on your feet and the usual leather jacket over your shoulders.

You gasped as Hyunjin's slim and elegant figure appeared behind you. He was wearing a blue silk shirt that showed his chest, tight black jeans and pointed ankle boots of the same colour. Sunglasses and a necklace surrounded the beauty already present in the man, and the loose hair falling down his neck made him even more attractive in your eyes.

His gaze gave you goosebumps; he approached you with an almost devilish smile and greeted you with a kiss on the lips. At that moment, you felt the ground give away beneath your feet. You looked at him as, smirking at the way he was making you feel, he opened the studio door and let you in first like a gentleman. «I see you've made yourself pretty for me, little Y/N. I like the way you're dressed, that bra fits you like a glove, it's a shame we have to take it off,» he whispered as he slowly removed your leather jacket and put his glasses elsewhere. His voice guided you, sending shivers down your spine. You noticed that all the materials he needed were already arranged in every corner of the studio and understood that he didn't want to waste any time in arranging what he needed. Kissing your neck, he began to remove your shirt, gently running his fingers down your arms and then your torso, then removing your bra as well, cupping your tits with his hands and massaging them, causing you to give a moan of pleasure that made you throw your head over one of his shoulders. «They are perfect, they have a wonderful texture, a perfect shape to be cupped by my hands,» he blew on your shoulder, biting it almost violently. But this action only made you moan even more.

Slowly he began to move his hands down, caressing the rest of your body, making you gasp as he pulled off your skirt and then slowly your panties. You were completely naked to his eyes this time. He bit his lip as he caressed every part of your body, from your breasts to your bottom, cupping and massaging one of your buttocks. «Like a good little girl, take off your shoes and lie down on this wooden hoop,» he said, and you obeyed. Without a word. You felt his eyes burning on you, like fire. You lay down in front of him and let him touch you in any way that would satisfy his desires. When he grabbed the camera, you squeezed your legs together, already feeling the effect of his intense gaze on you.

It made him laugh, but not in amusement. Not at all. It was almost diabolical. You saw how he approached you by getting on top of you and opening your legs, he began to watch how your pussy shrank around nothing, completely wet. This made him move his nose closer to it and blow on it. It had driven you so crazy that you not only let out a long moan, but arched your back so that your vagina was closer to his nose. And he grinned as he slipped two fingers inside you without warning, taking a picture just as your back arched again, your head fell back and your lips parted in a moan. « Very good baby, you are the perfect muse for this project. No one could have done as well as you,» he whispered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and brought them to his lips, sucking away your juices.

You went crazy, your body was burning even though you were naked, craving his touch, his hands on you. Every time he approached to take your picture, you hoped he would touch you, something more than mere caresses. Even if they were not 'mere caresses'.

But when he put down his camera and caught up with you at a fast pace, you realised that maybe he didn't just want to take pictures. And in the end, that was what you were hoping for. He towered over you with his body, observing how perfect yours was. He caressed every part of you until he lowered himself to your lips and began a ravenous, passionate kiss. You moaned at the contact and his hands began to massage your breasts until, running out of air, he pulled away from your lips and then lowered himself to your breasts and sucked on them voraciously. Your head was elsewhere, you could do nothing but give way to his touch. Your hands were harpooned in his hair, pulling at it. Your legs tightened around his torso as his pelvis moved in search of yours. Hyunjin was mad. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins; he needed to release all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. «My bitch, that's what you are. Just fucking mine. And like a good girl you are going to feed me now,» he smiled almost maniacally as his face settled between your thighs. He had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, which were now too tight to contain his obvious erection. You clutched his hair as he began to bite your inner thigh, leaving bite marks and bruises everywhere. But you didn't care, you just wanted to feel him between your legs.

Hyunjin began to take long laps on your cunt, spreading it with his fingers so that he could better slide his tongue between your walls. You were a whimpering mess, all too pleasurable. He sucked and moved his tongue voraciously, as if he really wanted to eat you. He pulled at the lips covering your clit with his teeth and then sucked on them almost violently. You felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn't want to come like that, you wanted him to fuck you. «Please Hyunjin...mh...stop...it's too much, I'm about to come...!» you gripped his hair in a vice grip. But that did not matter to him, if it meant making you cum several times in one evening, he would do it without fail.

His mouth was harpooned between your walls, his tongue moving as if he were kissing you and not what was between your legs. You were going out of your mind and the closer you came to orgasm the more he felt it and went fast. «Fuck Hyunjin!» you shouted before cumming all over his face. Which pleased him by the way. He licked his lips and without a second thought started to kiss you again, so much so that you could feel yourself on his tongue. But that was not enough, he wanted you. «I'm going to fuck you so hard you have no idea. Now behave as well as you have so far and suck me off,» he said as he removed the last of his clothes. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his erection, certainly getting him all the way in your mouth would have been quite a challenge. You watched him ravenously, having dreamed of this moment for far too long. You began to slowly run your hand down the length of him, massaging his balls as well, you were slow, running your fingers along the veins and playing with his head. He looked exhausted to see you like that. His moans became louder. You smiled and took him in your mouth, all the way to his uvula. This made him tighten his grip on your hair, which was clenched in his hands. He pulled hard on them as he fucked your mouth. Your hands were tight on his thighs as you slid it over your tongue. You spit on the tip, then took it back into your mouth and ran your tongue along every vein. Concentrating especially on the tip. «You are fucking phenomenal. My good whore, keep it up, faster,» he said in a broken voice as he used his pelvis to push against your mouth.

It did not take many more thrusts before it poured into your mouth in hot streams. You stared at him intently as you swallowed the liquid. With a grin, now his umpteenth, he ran his thumb between your lips, cleaning them of his own seed and attacking them with an almost violent kiss. It was so quick that you didn't even notice when he slipped two fingers inside you and began to move them quickly as his member became erect again. Seeing you under him like that drove him crazy and he couldn't wait to fuck you the way he wanted to. He wrapped one hand around your neck, making you moan. You didn't know that these things could ever turn you on, but with Hyunjin, with his hands on your body, it was impossible not to. Soon his fingers became four inside you, and the way he twisted them inside you made you think he already knew what your walls looked like.

It was unexpected for you when you were turned over and positioned on all fours with him standing behind you, erupting like one of your many beloved sculptures. He rubbed his erect member against your entrance, making you shiver as only he could. «God, I can't wait to fuck you, if only you could see the way your butthole is clenching around nothing as I rub against you,» he grinned. But you could feel it, you could feel it all right. «P...lease put it in, I need it Hyunjin mmm - make it quick please, fuck m...e» by now you were beside yourself. Your brain was disconnected.

You heard him laugh, pleased that you felt so weak under his touch. But you couldn't help it; it was as if he had cast a spell on you.

Without a word, he thrust into you in one swift motion. You let out a moan, just as he had. He pushed your back down so that your face touched the floor. You were a fire, you felt your body burning and you just wanted more, more and more. «Fuck,» he shouted. He had your hair in his grip as he squeezed your buttocks and began to thrust into you. You felt the floor turn and collapse beneath your body. You felt full and also heard the sounds Hyunjin made. He growled as he thrust into you with dry, precise strokes. «You're so fucking tight and hot. I could come right now,» he growled thunderously. You couldn't answer, too busy enjoying the feel of his dick inside you. But you needed to feel him deeper, you wanted to feel all of him.

You moved your pelvis closer to his, driving him crazy, he bit his lip while you were a moaning mess, doing nothing but mumbling unrelated words to each other. You were going crazy, you wanted to feel him burning inside you, between your walls. «Fuck, yes, shit!» you heard him say as he held your pelvis tightly against his. The strokes were faster, you felt his cock touching your sensitive spot, stimulating it. You were sure it would not be long before you came. He pulled your hair hard towards him and with the hand holding your pelvis he began to push your body against his own, as if you were standing up. He tightened his free hand around your neck and you moaned at the lack of air.

«Plea...se Hyunjin... harder... faster... fuck the...re...» you said incoherently as he bit your neck, leaving an obvious signal. «Shut up, I decide.»

He whispered in your ear, then increased his thrusts. He forced you back onto the cold wood and you felt his body crush yours as he squeezed your neck and thrust into you at a relentless pace. It was impossible at this point not to let out a loud, high-pitched moan along with your humours.

«Very good, Princess. Now make me come, like a good girl,» he said, overstimulating you, by this time you had reached your limit, your body was weak. But the sound of his thrusts drove you even crazier. After a few final thrusts, you toothed in the hot, sticky fluid that filled your hole. You moaned along with him, riding out his orgasm as his seed dripped from your thighs. He growled and let go of you, kissing your shoulder.

You never expected him to clean you up by putting his tongue between your buttocks and licking away his own cum. This made you moan at his touch, causing him to giggle, which made his tongue vibrate inside your hole.

As he stood up and began to clean it up, including you, he leaned towards your face and blew on your lips, leaving a slow, passionate kiss. «I want you here this Friday, Y/N.»

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

Days later, you were still thinking about the way Hyunjin had fucked you so well in the photo room. You couldn't get it out of your head. Even when you found yourself cleaning up the huge stinking mess you had made. That day you had made more of a mess than usual, you had to be more careful the next time.

When you had finished cleaning up the mess, you decided it would be better for you to eat: you had to cook lunch. The next day you were to meet the man who had been in your thoughts for two weeks. You couldn't think of anything else. Hyunjin really seemed to have cast a strange spell on you. But you didn't mind. Just like it hadn't bothered you to feel that his body was completely connected to yours.

After a quiet lunch you decided it would be best to organise your tools and materials, after this morning they were all in a mess and you hated mess. You had even left them out of storage the last time. So you stood patiently in front of your cupboard, arranging the duffel bag that you jealously guarded. Meanwhile, you wondered why the police still hadn't found anything about the girls. The number had increased enormously, and whoever was making them disappear had to be an expert to get away with it without leaving any evidence. You'd like to ask yourself who would ever be able to go unnoticed for almost twenty days while the police still hadn't found anything. After tidying up the mess you had made, you decided that it might be best to think about what to wear to meet Hyunjin tomorrow. You were extremely impatient.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

And there you were, in front of the usual studio. Where Hyunjin had arranged to meet you. You had dressed up, a black over the knee coat, your usual leather jacket, black boots and this time your long hair was over your shoulders. However, you noticed that the studio door was already open; maybe Hyunjin was already inside, just waiting for your arrival. You bit your lip, unsure what to do.

What would be wrong with going in?

So you did, but no one was there.

«Hyunjin?» you called, hoping that the man would appear before you. But curiosity got the better of you and you started walking around the studio, which was large but not too crowded. There were scattered tools, pieces of clay and photographic paper. But there was one thing that caught your eye. The door to a small room was half open, and from it came a strong smell that you knew too well. You were used to the smell. But you wondered why it was coming from the cupboard in Hyunjin's study and why you had never smelled it before, since you had been there twice before. So you went to the door, opened it and put your hand to your mouth.

You had just found the culprit behind the disappearance of so many girls in your town.

There were so many heads arranged in rows on tables, the blood had been cleaned off, but the skin looked intact, as if it had not decomposed. They looked like so many porcelain dolls. You started to get closer when you felt a presence behind you and your breath caught in your throat. «Someone found something they weren't supposed to see, don't you think, Princess?» you turned around so slowly that when you saw him covered in blood, an electric shock almost ran through your entire body.

But you were not afraid; your curiosity had overcome your fear.

«How did you make them so porcelain-like and not get caught?» you whispered as his body clung to yours, crushed against the wall. He chuckled, trying to see an edge of fear in your face. He was surprised to find none. That made you even more special and unique in his eyes. No one had ever been like you before. «Aren't you afraid? Ask me how I made them like this instead of running away and reporting me to the police,» he laughed. But you smiled, grabbed his hair and brought his face closer to yours. Lips on lips. «I'm not afraid. In fact, I'm curious. You made them look like so many disembodied dolls. Where did you throw their bodies without getting caught? It takes talent,» the answer made his eyes sparkle.

You were definitely different.

He grabbed you by the neck and tightened his grip. But you weren't afraid, you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He was just angry because you made him feel different. Because it was you. You made him want you more than anything.

He slipped a hand under your dress, felt how wet the crotch of your panties was.

You giggled.

«You are different. You are not afraid. You're turned on by all of this, you sick little whore,» you laughed. At the top of your lungs. You pulled him closer with one leg and rubbed your pelvis against him, moaning. «I may have a dark little secret of my own, my dear Hyunjin. How about we take advantage of it?» you bit his lip. His head was spinning, he felt his hands burning. «First tell me about this dark little secret you little bitch,» you pressed your bodies together and felt yours almost catching fire, you wanted it. Again. At least you wanted him to make you come.

«Haven't you ever wondered why I take anatomy lessons when my passion is something else?» you giggled, leaving him confused. You were like him. «I love dissecting corpses even more when they are fresh and made by me, squeezing organs in my hands, and I would love to see them intact forever. Why don't you tell me your little secret? How do you make those heads like that?» you moaned under his touch, quickly rubbing your cunt against his thigh, wetting it. «You're fucking crazy,» he laughed maniacally and then began a fierce kiss, as if your bodies were about to catch fire. You continued to move on his thigh, moaning his name on your lips as you jerked him off over his trousers. All this was turning you on more than you thought. Your breath was short, you couldn't hold back any longer, so you let out a long moan, you on his leg and him in his trousers. It was fast but intense.

«How about cooperating, princess?» he laughed, still above you. «With great pleasure,» you whispered growling into his mouth.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

After that day, you invited Hyunjin to your house and showed him your collection. It was funny to see his surprised face. He never expected to see that side of you. That day, you orchestrated the perfect plan. Your victims had rarely been women, and his were all women. He also explained to you how he chose his victims, his modus operandi : he often went to this café frequented by students, and often heard these girls squawking like chickens and insulting art, a thing he revered. So did the woman's body. So why not get rid of them after seducing them and keep the body as a prize? It was a perfect idea in his mind. So he decided to prove it to you himself.

You stood at the table behind him and a certain Sasha, he had met her that morning when he brought you your coffee and decided that she would be the ideal victim. You watched as he tried to seduce her with a grin, running his hand down her back to her bottom. You bit your lip, a little jealous of the touch he was reserving for her.

When they got up, you followed them silently, already knowing where Hyunjin was taking her: at the back of his study was a large chamber where he carried out his murders and burned the remaining bodies: the clay oven, a very good idea, you thought.

Everything happened very quickly, the way he undressed her and she undressed him. You trembled. You hated to see the way the girl touched him. He was almost ready to fuck her when, with a wink, he moved you forward and handcuffed the girl's hands and feet. But she screamed in vain, the walls were soundproofed, Hyunjin really had thought of everything.

He took off your clothes, stroking your body, and put them aside with his own so they wouldn't get dirty. After all, it was impossible to remove blood stains from the fabrics. He bit your shoulder and patted your ass, then stood statuesque in front of the girl. You watched closely as he slit her throat with a sharp knife, splashing blood everywhere. And you flanked him as he opened her chest and began to harvest the organs that he would soon show you how to embalm. You loved it.

Soon a pool of blood spread beneath your bodies. You sat on his naked pelvis, as bloodied as he was. He brought the knife between your mouths and you did not hesitate a moment before licking the blood off the metal, crossing your tongue with Hyunjin's. His vermilion hands cupped your breasts, your thighs. Your body. You were the woman he adored. His muse. The half he shared his madness with. His illness. Your mouths met, you drew your lips together, biting your tongues. It was a fierce, ravenous, passionate kiss. Your intimacy rubbed against your naked pussy, wet and warm. You couldn't wait to fuck him. He bit your neck ravenously. As if he wanted to eat you. You loved the way he was so impetuous with you, so passionate. He drove you crazy. «How about we play a little princess?» he grinned, then put two fingers to your vagina and began to move them quickly. Your moans were disconnected and his lips were tight on your breasts, sucking on your nipples and pulling on them with his teeth. Your hands were harpooned in your hair, pulling at it. You definitely wanted more.

He entered you slowly, playing with your walls. As he licked the blood from your body. «Mhh, Hyunjin faster please,» you begged him, pressing your pelvis against his. You wanted more, you wanted him inside you. Your hand reached his intimacy and began to play with his glans, pressing your thumb on the tip so that he moaned. You loved seeing him like that under your touch, even more so when he was completely covered in blood. His hand reached your neck as you decided his fingers were not enough to satisfy you and stood up, sitting straight on his cock. This caused him to moan sharply. «Have a good ride, Hyunjinie,» you whispered in his ear. And he grinned. He took his fingers, smeared with blood and your fluids, into his mouth to lick it all off and then push it into your mouth, playing with your tongue as your walls adjusted to his thick length. You pulled your head back as he tired of waiting and gave a precise thrust inside you, gripping your neck tightly. You loved it when he did this. You began to jump up and down on his length, letting out moans that fortunately no one could hear thanks to the soundproof walls. Hyunjin bit his lip hard as you humped him. He loved the feeling of watching you riding him. He felt a unique warmth running through his body.

But he was tired; speed and strength were not enough for him. He made you lie down in that pool of blood, put his hands under your knees and bent your legs towards your breasts. He entered you with a precise thrust, as if he knew just the right spot to hit you, and your loud moaning let him know that was exactly where he needed to thrust. So with almost animal speed he resumed his thrusts inside you. He put your legs on his shoulders while he held your neck tightly with one hand and played with your clit quickly with the other. It drove you crazy. Your moans were now as uncontrollable as the times Hyunjin had cried out in pleasure. «Fuck Princess, how good you take me. Your pussy is perfect for me, so ,warm. You fucking hold me so well, you little whore,» he growled. You couldn't help but moan loudly at those words. You couldn't speak, every time you tried to say something the words died in your throat.

«I'm... coming... fucking H... Hyunjin for fuck's sake! Ther...e yeah!» you moaned one last time before tightening your warm walls around his cock. «Fuck I'm about to come too, squeeze me so fucking tight.» And he, now at the top of his lungs, poured hot streams into you, filling you. But he didn't come out; he decided to tear himself all over you as he filled you, letting his cum drip out of your cunt.

You stroked his long wet hair as he kissed your breasts. «You are mine forever, just know that,» he whispered, biting you. You giggled. «I wasn't planning on looking for anyone else after you, Hyunjin,» he smiled, then looked at you and licked a drop of blood that had fallen from your shoulder.

«I like you covered in blood.»

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Just friends: stray kids smau.

Part 1.5: The Rumor.

paring: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz

genre: fluff, angst, roommates au.

warnings for this chapter: angst, cussing, alcohol mention, assault mention, sex mention, fighting.

Notes: ⚠️THIS IS A FLASHBACK CHAPTER. PLEASE READ THE CHARACTER INTRO AND PART ONE FOR THIS TO MAKE SENSE. ⚠️

College. The origins of your friend group date back to your high school days, when you, Chan, and Changbin first bonded over your shared love of music and movies. From then on, the three of you were practically inseparable, supporting each other every step of the way. 

Come freshman year of college, Chan and Bin befriended Minho, someone they met in class, but your friendship with Minho began later on that same semester when you were assigned that fated project together. After you and Minho got over your distaste for each other, your friend group became four, constantly together and causing trouble, much to Chan's dismay. It stayed that way until the start of sophomore year when Chan started inviting his cousin Felix to join in on your hangouts, and then Felix invited Jisung and Hyunjin, and finally Hyunjin started bringing Seungmin and Jeongin around. Eventually, you were a close knit group of nine wild idiots.

You had always been a platonically touchy person, craving physical contact and intimacy in all your friendships. Whether it was holding hands, cuddling, or simply sitting close together, you found comfort in the nearness of your friends. As a result, your circle embraced this trait and soon enough, it became the norm to see you all piled up in a cozy corner, phones out, scrolling mindlessly or studying together. 

Halfway through sophomore year came the rumor. It had started at a party, most of your group was drunk save for Innie and Seungmin who were merely tipsy. In the midst of the lively party at the frat house, you discovered a secluded nook, packed with an assortment of soft bean bag chairs and pillows, which became the perfect setting for your drunken cuddle puddle. 

You were sitting between Chan's legs, your back leaning against his chest while he stroked your hair. Jisung was sat the same way between your legs as your hand rubbed his arm while you scrolled through TikTok with the other one. Felix lay on both of yours and Chan's thighs, Minho rested a shoulder on Chan's left side and Jeongin did so likewise to his right. The remaining members laid across each other nearby. You were all touching in some way or another just vibing, chatting, and giggling. 

After a while you started noticing people looking your way, whispering, laughing, and staring, but in your drunken state, you didn't think anything of it. Suddenly Chan sat up straight, lurching you forward a bit. "We need to go." He said sternly, looking at his phone, eyes wide, anger and concern written on his face. "What? Why?" you asked, clearly confused. Minho looked at Chan's phone over his shoulder, his face taking on the same expression. "What the fuck..." he whispered. "What?" you asked again. "It's nothing. Let's just get out of here, okay?" Chan reiterated. "What's going on, let me see!" you giggled, reaching for Chan's phone, he pulled it out of your reach. "It's not important." he lied. You pouted "come onnnnn, Channie." you whined. "y/n..." After struggling to get hold of his phone for a moment, you eventually succeeded but were taken aback by the unexpected image on the screen, making your face drop.

On his phone sat a photo posted on the school's official Facebook page. A photo of the nine of you, mere moments ago, with the word 'whore' scribbled sloppily across your face, and 'simp' scribbled on each of theirs. The caption read "I bet they pass her around like a joint". As you scanned the comments, reading each one, you noticed a common theme..

- "Ew. I bet those boys are infected with something now 🤢"

- "She's probably looser than a child's tooth lmfao"

- "bet she's had more turns than a door knob."

- "I heard she sleeps with professors too 😬"

- "wonder if she gets paid for it, I heard the two pretty boys are rich."

- "how many of them do you think she's taken at once? 😏"

- "at least she's hot, you think they'd share her with me?"

When you finally stopped reading the comments, all eight of the boys were looking at the phone with you, their faces reflecting a deep sense of horror and disbelief. Your eyes burned with tears as your face heated up with embarrassment, your heart racing and your mind filled with thoughts of shame and self-consciousness. Chan took his phone back and stood up, pulling you up with him. The boys followed suit, trailing behind you as Chan lead you out the door by your arm, guiding you through the crowded frat house with a firm grip. None of you even bothered grabbing your jackets from the corridor, the cold air outside nipping at your skin. It seemed nearly everyone there had gotten the notification about the post. They all stared and whispered as you made your way out of the party. 

Your group's steadfast pace didn't stop until you were off campus, Felix mentioning that his family had a property that they could go to instead of heading back to their respective dorms. The boys came to a decision that you would all take the bus there, the next one arriving in somewhere around 30 minutes from then. You hadn't said a word since leaving the frat house, your eyes glued to the ground, unable to make eye contact with any of them. Changbin had given you his hoodie to keep you warm as you all waited for the bus.

"Who the fuck posted that?!" Changbin finally snapped, breaking the silence.

"I don't know but I'm going to kick their ass." Seungmin chimed in.

"No one's kicking anyone's ass.." Chan growled.

Minho scoffed. "Speak for yourself, Chris." 

The four of them began bickering before Jisung finally spoke up "SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE UPSETTING HER!!" he shouted at them. They went silent, looking at you with concern. Tears were streaming down your face as Jeongin rubbed your back gently and Jisung squatted in front of where you sat on the bench, holding your hands firmly. Hyunjin and Felix stood off to the side, scrolling through the comments on the post, attempting damage control by responding to negative remarks.

"It's gonna be okay, bug. I promise." Jisung whispered, rubbing the tops of your hands with his thumbs.

Jeongin stroked circles on your back. "Try not to let it get to you, noona."

The bus ride to the house was silent except for Felix and Hyunjin whispering quietly to each other while still engrossed in their phones. Minho sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close as the dark scenery outside passed by in a blur.

The bus dropped you all off at the bus stop nearest to the house, but you still had to walk about 10 minutes to get there. Once you arrived, Felix punched in the code and ushered everyone inside. The interior was chilly as no one currently lived there full time, so the heating system didn't need to be on. Felix clicked it on and turned on the lights. "My parents were just here a couple of weeks ago when they came to visit, so there's probably still snacks and drinks if you guys want anything." He said, leading everyone to the living room. 

You didn't speak again until a couple of hours had passed, everyone submerged in their phones, most likely still doing damage control. You broke the silence. "I'm so sorry.." you whispered, though in the thick silence, it was deafening. As you sat there, your eyes refused to leave the torn fabric of your jeans, as if searching for an answer that only they could provide. Your knees were pulled to your chest as if trying to shield yourself.

Hyunjin spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours "What? Why are you sorry?" he asked, sounding almost offended. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I- I should have known how it would look to everyone.. I'm always hanging all over you guys.." your eyes started started tearing up again. "how many relationships have I ruined for you guys? ...you never date.. is it because people see me all over you? How long have people been assuming this? Was this even the first post? What if they-" you were rambling when Felix stopped you "Hey hey hey, we all hang all over each other, bubs. It's not just you and you shouldn't be putting blame on yourself like that." Seungmin nodded in agreement "Those fuckasses don't even know what they're talking about, all they have is sex on the brain, obviously it's clouding their common fucking sense." he spat out, arms crossed over his chest. "Plus anyone who thinks physical affection is only sexual surely doesn't have a fully developed brain." Jeongin chimed in. Your hands were shaking, something that didn't go unnoticed by Minho. "Take a deep breath, princess." he said softly, taking your hands "this is gonna pass, everyone will forget about this soon enough." 

But it didn't pass, and no one forgot. When you all went back to your classes on Monday, the whispers and stares were seemingly worse. Word had spread like wildfire and it felt like everyone knew about the rumor, even the professors and staff. It continued like that for weeks before things gradually got worse.

Guys would not leave you alone, all of them thinking you were easy and that they had a chance. They would get in your space, whistle at you, even straight up ask you for sexual favors. You even had to stop wearing skirts because guys would flip it up when they'd walk by you. Their behavior eventually caused your friends to get into fights. First it was Changbin, landing a punch to a guy who had grabbed your ass, successfully breaking the guy's nose. Then it was Seungmin, full on kicking a guy to the ground who dared to lift your dress to check the color of your panties. Jisung and Minho followed, teaming up on a few guys who had you cornered against a wall in the back of the library. Even sunshine boy Felix found himself in a fight or two. They all repeatedly got in trouble for violence while those creeps got away scot-free.

Eventually you started skipping your classes and began avoiding your friends. You even stopped staying at the big house and held yourself captive in your tiny dorm room, ignoring their calls and texts. Tensions ran high between the boys, they were always arguing and fighting, their group was completely falling apart and they hadn't seen you in almost two weeks.

Finally, after weeks of being ignored by you, who had suddenly become distant and unresponsive, Chan and Minho decided that they have had enough. Chan organized a group meeting in order to confront the issue head-on. Since you were still ignoring everyone's texts and calls at this point, Minho took matters into his own hands by physically going over to your dorm and practically breaking in just so he could retrieve you. "You can't just fucking ignore us like this, y/n! Do you know how worried we were?!" he said, his voice raised. You said nothing. "Chan wants to talk to everyone. We're going. Now." He stated, almost a demand. He threw some decent clothes at you for you to change into before basically dragging you off campus, and getting you an uber to the house. 

When Minho got you into the house, he lead you to the living room where everyone sat, quietly bickering. "Got her." Minho stated as you both entered the living room. Everyone went quiet, looking at you. "Jesus, bug, you look like you haven't slept in weeks!" Jisung said as he got up, pulling you into a hug.

Seungmin broke the silence that followed. "So, what, why the hell are we here acting like we're having some sort of twisted intervention?" 

Chan sighed, clearly frustrated. "I'm tired of this tearing us apart. This needs to stop. We're constantly fighting with each other and other students. Hell, Seungmin and Minho are one fight away from expulsion for fucks sake!!" he yelled.

Seungmin raised his voice back "yeah well y/n is just avoiding the fucking situation while we all fight for her ass!"

Okay, that one pissed you off. "Who the fuck asked you to fight for me?! Did you even stop to think for one god damn moment that I'm removing myself from the group to stop the fucking rumor!?!" you shouted. The room fell silent as everyone's eyes turned towards you, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. Never before had they heard you raise your voice, and rarely did you even show a hint of anger, especially not towards them. "Am I just supposed to continue like everything is normal?! Continue ruining your lives and reputations!? Having me around you only made shit worse!! Tell me, have you even gotten into fights with other students since I disappeared?!" You screamed. More silence followed. "Yeah.. that's what I fucking thought.." you mumbled, voice cracking. "Having me around will only make shit worse.."

Felix broke the next bout of silence. "but we want you around, y/n. We need you around." Now his voice was cracking.

"Our group isn't the same without you, sweetheart" Chan followed up, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're our glue." 

"I miss my smoke buddy.." Jisung added.

"I miss my noona" Jeongin followed up.

Hyunjin chimed in next "who's going to judge people and gossip with me if you're not around?" 

"Yeah, and it's not like these guys will watch cheesy dramas and romcoms with me.." Changbin all but whined.

"I mean I GUESS I miss you or whatever.." Seungmin grumbled, turning his face away to hide the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Well, I definitely really fucking miss you, princess." Minho whispered, wiping a fresh tear from your cheek.

You let out a shaky breath. "What do we do? If I'm around you things just get worse.. they'll never stop talking about it. They'll never leave us alone. There's a new post about us almost every week! They're not going to let it go and if I keep going to class I'm just going to keep getting assaulted and you guys are going to get expelled for fighting!" You cried. "I miss you guys so fucking much it hurts!" you were full on sobbing at this point. "But what are we supposed to do besides drift apart?" Your last question came out as a whisper.

There was that silence.. Jisung was the one to break it again. "I mean.. what if we just.. dropped out?" he suggested.

Everyone looked between each other. "Well, I mean.. I'm going to be honest, I'm not even planning on using my degree." Chan said. "I've already started producing music in my spare time, and I know Bin and Ji are into it too, I'll have no problem building us a platform with it." 

Seungmin shrugged. "I'm already in the process of starting my own business, and people seem interested. Shouldn't be an issue for me either."

"To be honest classes have been stressful with having a job at Bean Artisan, I like coffee a lot more than school, I skip half of my classes anyway.." Jeongin said with a shrug.

Minho looked at you. "I've been offered a full time teaching position at In Motion Studios. I wasn't going to take it because of school but.. I'd like to."

"and Felix and I have money coming out of our asses, who needs college?" Hyunjin added, Felix nodded in agreement before adding "and my family really wouldn't mind giving us the house. They only ever used this place to visit me because I was staying at the dorms."

You looked at all of them, your lip quivering. "why... why would you all drop out because of me..? I'm not worth that.." you murmured.

They all spoke together in a cacophony of convictions, each one trying to drown out the others with their own certainty. The air was thick with the clashing of various 'of course you are's, 'don't say that's, and 'we want to's. You chuckled through tears as you heard Seungmin throw in a "who cares, fuck the system!"

"and we can take care of you, bubs!" Felix said "I won't even notice a shift in my account if I started spending on you"

You shook your head "No, no. If we do this, I'll find work. I.. think I know a girl who could get me into something that pays well.."

The steady rhythm of the clock's ticking filled the quiet space, emphasizing the pause in conversation.

"Sooooo, are we doing this?" Jisung questioned with a smile, looking to you for the answer.

The attention in the room shifted from each other to focus entirely upon you; every eye turned towards you like a compass needle pointing north - making this moment yours alone to decide what happens next. They waited patiently (and perhaps also anxiously) for your answer to set the conversation in motion once again.

You looked between them, your eyes jumping from one boy to another, finally landing on Minho's encouraging gaze, his pleading eyes and nod of approval filling you with the confidence to finally speak. "...fuck it. Let's do this." you decided.

With wide grins spreading across all their faces, Chan quickly rounded everyone up until they were enveloped within one massive embrace where you sat snuggly at its heart. "Don't you ever disappear on us like that again, sweetheart. You worried us to death." Chan cooed, his chin resting on your head as he stroked your hair.

"Yes, daaaad~" you teased.

As Chan rolled his eyes, his subtle smile gave way to the amusement he felt, prompting the boys to snicker.

After a few weeks of adjustment, things finally started feeling like they were back to normal again, albeit a new kind of normalcy that everyone had to get used to. With everyone now living under the same roof, you all began to grow closer and more tight-knit as time went on. More jokes were shared as well as quality time, and you didn't have to worry about anyone judging your group for being affectionate with each other. Everything just seemed to fall into place and you were content. Happy even.

The only stress you had was brought in the form of your newly acquired job. But that's a story for another time..

mlist || part two

a/n: hopefully this will hold you guys over until I finish part two!! Please please let me know how you liked this by liking, reblogging, or leaving me a comment/ask!!

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[loveneversleepss]

Straykids Twitter links

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: some may have been taken down so I suggest you screen record before they gone. The links contain nsfw 18+ content. This does not in any way interpret how they are and is only fictional.

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Chan breeding you

Chan in the backseat

You making out on top of Lee know

Lee know spanking you while you cum

You riding on Changbin

Changbin thrusting into you from behind

Hyunjin thrusting you too good

Han fucking you dressed up

Felix groping your tits and fingering you

Seungmin fucking you from behind

Jeongin treating you right

Jeongin fingering you hard

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[lixiepixiedust]

Unveiling Love | OT8 : Series Masterlist

pairing — ot8 (stray kids) x reader

2/8 done!

note — she/her reader, each part will have their own stories and disclaimers!

Where stray kids learns to unveil their feelings that have been kept behind closed doors.

Bang Chan

Coming soon!

Lee Know

Peach to my Mario

pairing — idolbf!leeknow x f!reader

word count — 2.7k words

warnings — she/her reader, tiny bit of angst, stress, tooth-rotting fluff

summary — Minho always avoids showing affection to you in public which makes his friends and members worry about his relationship, thinking it might not be healthy. However, in private, Minho’s a completely different person. One day, he comes home early and takes the chance to invite you over. During a little gaming sesh, his members accidentally walk in on him being overly sweet with you.

Changbin

Coming soon!

Hyunjin

Coming soon!

Han

Coming soon!

Felix

Coming soon!

Seungmin

Coming soon!

Jeongin

I wanna show you off

pairing — idol!jeongin x f!reader

word count — 5k

warnings — she/her reader, argument, hurt/comfort, exes (?) 2 lovers, jeongin is kinda toxic in a way but only slightly, suggestive themes (making out), reader is drunk, mentions of alcohol and night clubs, unwanted advances towards reader (not from jeongin)

summary — you and jeongin broke up after many arguments about how secret your relationship was. when you find yourself alone and uncomfortable at a club, jeongin comes to your rescue.

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[jinnie-ret]

MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

<--------- back to main masterlist

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"Sunny... Lou, wake up, we've got to get to practice!"

"Give me five more minutes mum..."

"Yah! I'm not your eomma!"

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In which Sunny wakes up, but not in the bed she knows. Instead she wakes up in the dorm of her favourite kpop group Stray Kids, and they're not all too alarmed to see her there. To them, she's always been there, right from the very start.

How will she adjust to the idol life she's already been living in this universe? Will the members notice something is up? How long will she be able to keep this secret?

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★ profile

★ relationships with the members

CHAPTERS

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

more chapters to come!

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originally on wattpad @/djpatbutcher but moved onto here :)

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[emilyssky]

Chapter 11: Midnight Memories

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self-harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."  

Author’s note: This is one of my favourite chapters, hope you enjoy <333  

"What is this place?" I move closer behind him, the sound of the door opening drawing all the attention to us. The smell of alcohol and weed hits my nose immediately as we walk further inside. The bar is quite big, all the walls are a dark shade of grey with pieces of art and different paintings hanging from them. The actual bar is a black circle center right in the middle, with a beautiful, black chandelier hanging above it. The music is not that loud, creating more of a chill vibe but still, the place is quite crowded.

"Hey, man." Minho greets the guy behind the bar.

"Did you miss me already?" The blonde guy teases him, pulling a glass and placing it on the counter in front of us.

"Oh, no I'm not here for a drink." He waves him off. "Is Will at the back?"

"Yeah." He nods, moving his eyes to me. I offer him a small smile, feeling too awkward to introduce myself.

"Can you keep an eye on her for a minute? " He asks him.

I look at him confused, touching the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention. "Where are you going?"

"It will take 5 minutes, I just need to grab something." He explains. "Just stay here," He takes a step forward but turns around. "and please don't do anything stupid." I watch as he disappears behind a big black door before turning to the bartender.

He offers me a tight smile. "Do you want a shot?" he says, nodding at the glass he had pulled out for Minho.

I'll definitely need as much alcohol in my system as I can handle without blacking out to handle Minho. "Sure."

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The 5 minutes, turned into 10 and the 10 turned into 15 but the blonde guy, whose name I found out to be Jack is doing a great job at keeping me entertained. At first, I was watching him make all the drinks that people had ordered, but since it's not that busy right now and I probably seemed way too curious, I'm currently behind the bar with him, trying to learn how to make a Negroni.

"I said one shot! " He pulls the bottle of gin I'm holding away from the glass where we're making the drink.

"Well, I don't know how much a shot is exactly." I giggle.

"Can you even see this glass, after 5 shots of tequila?"

"Yes, give it back." I reach for the bottle but he raises it higher.

"Nope." His dimples make an appearance.

I make a few unsuccessful attempts to reach it before narrowing my eyes at him. I see an empty bottle of wine and reach for it. "Give me the bottle back, before it gets nasty." I raise my eyes brows at his laughing face.

"What, and I can not emphasize this enough, the fuck are you doing?" Minho stands in front of us on the opposite side of the bar with his hands resting on his hips.

"I'm training to be a bartender. " I explain, lowering the bottle.

Minho turns to Jack. "Don't look at me." He lifts his hands in defence.

"I told you to stay out of trouble." He looks around the bar, relieved that none's attention is on us.

I pout and jump on the counter, pulling my legs to the other side, where Minho stands. "Well, I got bored."

He lets out a sigh. "Be careful." His hands find my waist and I giggle when I jump back down, landing right in front of him.

He scrunches his nose, lifting an eyebrow at me. "What did you drink?"

"We did shots." I squeal.

Minho narrows his eyes at Jack. "She did," he points at me. "I'm working. You got it?"

Minho simply nods.

"What?" I curiously ask.

"Nothing." He dismisses me, dropping his hands.

I frown at his lack of explanation. "You brought me here, to this male-filled, weed-smelling bar without a single explanation, left me waiting for half an hour and your answer is 'nothing'? " I cross my arms.

"She's funny," Jack rests his arms on the bar. "and kinda right."

"Shut up." Minho sends him a glare. "Come on, let's go." He takes my hand in his, not giving me time to protest, and pulls me along, out of the bar."

"I'm not having fun." I open the car door and jump into the passenger seat. He gets inside the car, a soft smirk playing on his lips. His hands reach for the wheel, his fingertips brushing against it as he starts the car.

"Why did you leave me waiting for half an hour?" I ask again.

"I was getting some weed, among other things." He drily says, keeping his eyes on the road. I feel my body tensing up a little at his words. My experience with drugs has not been the best.

"Are you using?" I clear my throat.

"Why are you saying it like that?" His lips twist with amusement. "Like it's a bad thing."

"Cause it is." I turn my body slightly towards his.

"You were getting ready to smoke a big, fat blunt and chug down a whole bottle of wine when I came and you're lecturing me?" He laughs, making a turn and slowing down the car. I don't answer, instead, I look out the window curiously, trying to see any buildings or streets to navigate where we are but all I see are unfamiliar roads and a shit ton of trees.

"We're here." The car comes to a stop and his raspy voice fills the small, now quiet space.

"Is this the part where you force me deep down the dark alley and rape me?" I joke not moving. I like to say that I trust him. My mind somehow feels safe with him but truth is that I don't know him at all. Even though he has conquered a huge part of my mind in the past month in a way he still remains a stranger to me. A beautiful mystery that I, so desperately wanna discover if he lets me but for now, how much can I really trust him?

He gets out of the car, and the sound of the door slamming shakes me a bit. He walks over to my side and opens the door. I look at him and then take another look around the area. We have parked at the end of a street that I don't really recognize but I can see some houses and apartment complexes so we can't be that far away. Still, I'm a little skeptical, my legs not comfortable or confident enough to move, so I stay seated.

He rests his hand on the open door, dropping his face a little lower. His eyes hold a questioning look. "Do you trust me?"

"No." My answer is fast and sharp. "I don't know you."

"Do you want to?" He challenges.

Yes. So much.

My heart jumps a little at his words but I say nothing again. Instead, I get out of the car, earning a noise of satisfaction from him. He slams the door shut, locking the car before leading the way silently into the alley, and I wrap my arms around my body following close behind him. I feel chills spreading down my arms the more we walk and I don't not if it's from the fact that this looks like it was taken out of a horror movie or the fact that I'm finally alone with him. The hidden excitement grows the more I think about it and a million things run through my mind, questions I wanna ask him and words I wanna say to him but I bite my tongue, keeping silent as we reach the end of the alley. A small flight of stairs is attached to the wall.

He takes a step back, gesturing for me to go first.

"I'm not going first," I scoff, shaking my head. "my ass is gonna be on full display."

He moves his lips, trying to stop them from forming a smile. "It's just so that I can catch you if you slip, stupid."

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Oh. " I look away. Thank god, it's dark. I climb the first step, that's just a little above the ground and look up, checking how far up it goes. The building is at least 7 or 8 floors.

"Just don't look down, okay?" He comes up behind me. I feel his hands ghosting over my hips, his breath close to the back of my head. I don't look back, I hold on to the rusty metal and slowly I place my foot over the next step. I take a few seconds, trying to focus. I definitely shouldn't be doing this after drinking.

"It's okay, I got you." He says in a gentle whisper and I begin to climb until I reach the top not turning around to see if Minho's right behind me. I step on the open roof, the chilly air hitting my face immediately. I walk a little, admiring the perfect view of the city, all the lights glistering like sparkles into the night. The roof is square and open, without some sort of railing protecting the perimeter.

"Um," I turn to Minho after hearing him reach the top. "what exactly is that?" The roof is completely empty except for a big, black, leather, three-seat couch positioned right in the middle.

"It's a couch." He casually says walking right past me and taking a seat. I stand there, looking at him as he gets comfortable, trying to comprehend how the fuck is there a couch in the middle of a roof.

"How-"

"I don't know." He doesn't let me finish. "I just found it here."

"How did you find this place?" I can't move my eyes from the sky, not even to look at Minho. I've been to many rooftops, searching for the perfect illusion of uncaged freedom and complete quiet yet this must be one of the best ones.

"By accident." He mumbles. I feel his eyes on me as I move around, walking a little closer to where he's sitting, still admiring the night sky. I send him a look, knowing there's more to the story.

He clicks his tongue. "I was dealing some weed in the alley."

My eyes slightly widen, and I shake my head a little. "Are you dealing?" I lower my tone, even though I know none can possibly hear us up here.

"I was when I was 16." He wears a smug expression.

I move to the couch with slow steps, avoiding his eyes as I take a sit as far from where he sits as possible. "Why?" I dare to ask.

His eyebrows twitch. "I was trying to make money to help my mum leave him." He keeps his eyes on me as he speaks, waiting to catch any reaction probably and I know that by 'him' he's referring to his father. It's still a shock to me how he opened up about his past that night, the look in his eyes was so genuine and my heart ached more with each word of his. I think that that was the night he invaded my mind completely. I wish I could be this honest with him as well.

I get comfortable, pulling my knees to my chest. "I like writing."

He tilts his head, intrigued. "What?"

"I'm extremely bad at singing but I love writing music." I continue, not really thinking, I just let the words pour out of my mouth. "I love baking and taking photos. Actually, I always carry my camera with me cause I find inspiration literally anywhere. I'm obsessed with books and movies, anything really that helps me escape reality. I love dogs and grew up with 3, and 2 cats. I'm allergic to raisins and my favorite color is green." I turn to face him. The way he looks at me makes my breath stop for a split second. His dark eyes, draw invisible lines across my face moving everywhere, studying. He has his arm resting on the back of the couch, his whole body facing mine, as though he's giving every bit of his attention.

"What are you doing?" He mutters.

"I'm happy you shared your past with me that night." I offer him a tiny nod, thanking him in a way. "I'm forever grateful for the people I have around me and the love I have for them is greater than the one I'll ever have for myself but still I can't bring myself, to be honest with them. With anyone actually." I shallow. "The thing that I'm scared of the most is being defined by my past. And my past is a huge weight that I force myself to silently carry every day up until now, never really accepting it. Thank you for opening up to me, it meant a lot. I really wanna do the same, but it's kinda hard. So I'm starting with the easier things."

His lips part, blinking as if he's lost in thought. If my mind weren't so intoxicated I would be a ball of shame right now but instead, my chest fills with courage. "What?" I chuckle at his silence.

He shakes his head, and I can almost see him shaking away whatever he was thinking or wanted to say. "How would you describe me in one word?" He says.

I push my lips together, his question sparking excitement inside me. I take a moment to think, I want to answer right cause questions like this tend to go deeper than it seems. But my answer isn't thoughtful at all, it was the first thing I thought about him when I first saw him.

"Magnetic." I truthfully whisper.

His eyebrows shoot up, a softness overtakes his gaze and for some reason, I feel the need to elaborate.

"There's just something about you that's," I pause searching for the right word. " interesting. You pull me in in ways that I can't really explain and I find myself wanting to know more and more about you." I shock myself with the boldness of my words but I honestly don't know when I'll ever have an opportunity like this.

He seems shocked as well. Simply blinking at me, his face so beautifully natural with all the emotion coming only from his eyes.

"Why?" He murmurs.

"Why what?"

He drops his gaze. " Why do you think about me like that?"

"I don't know, I just do." I shrug. It's the first time I've heard his tone so.. doubtful. "How would you describe me in one word?"

"One word isn't enough to describe you, angel." He muses, a slight smirk on his face.

You quirk up an eyebrow at his smooth attempt, even though your stomach twists at his words. "You're avoiding the question."

His teeth make an appearance, capturing his bottom lip as he smiles with a small headshake. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes and pulls one out with his teeth. My eyes catch the action and I'm trying not to focus on his lips but that must be one of the hottest things I've ever seen. He doesn't waste any time, lighting the tip and inhaling like it's his oxygen. He exhales, the smoke blending with the night breeze.

"Can I have one?"

"No." He exhales again.

I pout. "Why can you smoke and I can't?"

He wets his lips, the hand that holds the cigarette hanging over the back of the couch. "Smoking isn't good for you."

I let out a laugh at the irony. "Why do you smoke then?"

"I deeply enjoy fucking myself up." He grins.

I narrow my eyes at him playfully. "That's a convenient excuse." My eyes fall to the pack that's resting on top of his thigh and I reach for it. His eyes catch my action but I'm faster.

"Y/n." He warns.

I open the pack, making sure to maintain eye contact. His eyes harden, as I reach for the cigarette right in the middle and pull it out with my teeth, just like he did. I take it in my hand and reach inside my bag that's laying on the floor near the couch, searching for a pen.

"I don't know if you know but Chan smokes quite a lot as well," I say as I bite the cup of the pen open. "I tried a lot of things to make him quit, but none of them worked. Long-term at least." He observes me quietly. "So, we made a deal to always buy a pack together and only smoke when we're with each other." I start writing on the cigarette as gently as I can. "I would also mark the cigarettes so I'd know if he'd smoke alone, or more than he should."

I admire my sloppy handwriting. Angel.

"Here." I turn it over for him to see.

His eyes read the word silently, and a huge grin breaks out on his lips. "I knew you liked it when I call you that." His tone teases me as he leans closer.

I place the cigarette back in the pack. "Leave this cigarette for last, we're gonna smoke it together. Let's see how long it we'll take for you to finish the pack." I give it back to him.

His eyes spark with something; excitement maybe and he reaches for my ankle. With a sharp move, he pulls me to him, a gasp of surprise leaving my lips. "That will only make me wanna smoke the pack faster." He drawls.

I'm utterly stunned by his action, his hand still wrapped around my ankle that's now laying on his thigh while my other leg is trapped in the small space left between our bodies. A weird sensation washes over my body, the closer I get to his or the minute he touches me, an unexplainable rush of heat and desire that makes me want nothing more than to beg for his touch.

"Why are you playing with me?" The question finally leaves my lips.

He takes a drag of his remaining cigarette, the smoke hitting my face immediately now that I'm this close to him. "Cause you're the most interesting person I've ever met." His words come out unexpectedly, snapping my gaze to his. "You're bright and I feel like I've been living in the darkness so long that my body is just drawn to you." He tilts his chin down, staring deep into my eyes like he's making sure his words reach me in the deepest way possible.

"You say that but you do everything to avoid me." I hate that his words have such an effect on me. "I know that the next time we'll see each other it will be like this never happened. " I add quietly.

"I'm not-" He stops himself and inhales sharply. "Relationships, commitment, and shit like that; it's not my thing."

I try not to show the unexpected disappointment that filled my chest at his statement, letting him continue.

"I have too much baggage." He faces away from me. "It would be unfair to anyone; especially you."

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" I ask.

"To be honest I never wanted to be in one." He scratches the back of his head. "It's too much work and I never felt the need to bother, I'm fine with just fucking around."

The use of present tense felt like a punch to the stomach. Even though he never said it before, his actions and the way he cared for himself generally made it pretty obvious and I knew deep inside that he wouldn't want anything serious. On the other hand, I was never one to play like that. I could only fuck around with people that didn't really interest me on a deeper level, yet I would still feel the need to attach myself to someone. Ever since I was young I remember craving the security of a relationship, the need to be loved and reinsured of my worth. I know that that was a huge part of why I stayed with Jackson, I wasn't strong enough to leave, and I was scared to be by myself.

"Then why am I here?" I question, hoping for a better answer this time. If he doesn't want anything from me, why does he keep coming after me?

He smirks. "Valid point."

A soft smile overtakes my lips against my will and I rest my chin on my bent knee between us. Maybe it's the alcohol or the way his big, brown eyes have softened, looking into my green ones or it could be the unexplainable peace his presents bring me in this exact moment. Either way, I don't think the words that come out of my mouth.

"Do you wanna kiss me?"

He stills. "I wanna do many things to you." His voice deep and dangerously calm.

I can feel my mouth watering, just at the thought. "Then why don't you?" I press.

His lips come together in a thin line, his eyes serious and dark, flickering from my eyes to my lips. "Cause I won't stop."

I look at him through my lashes, completely magnetized by his lips. "What if I don't want you to stop?"

A soft grunt leaves his lips and I move closer, just a little bit until my mouth hovers over his. It takes one look, I look up to his wild eyes and in a split second, with a loud exhale of his, his lips crashed into mine, knocking the air out of my chest. His hands find my jaw immediately, tilting my head upwards and I waste no time opening my mouth, allowing his tongue to brush mine hungrily. My hand tugs at his shirt, pulling him closer as our mouths dance together. My head begins to spin and I can feel the arousal poking in my stomach as his soft lips roughly devour mine. His hand travels from my jaw down to the sides of my neck, slowly making his way down my body. A pathetic moan leaves me as his wandering hands find the curve of my ass. He groans against my lips, pulling me in a shift move to straddle him, not breaking the kiss. My fingers bury themselves in his hair, tugging hard at the roots for resistance as the kiss turns into a sloppy battle. Sharp breaths and wet sounds fill the air. His hands feel rough against my body, squeezing hard everywhere they can until they fall to my ass once again, gripping it tight, pushing my hips down to his crotch. The outline of his growing member brushes against my clothed core and my body sparks with desire and need. I take his bottom lip between my teeth, getting a chance to catch my breath as I keep brushing my hips against his.

"Fuck." He groans against my lips, slightly thrusting up to meet my hips, impatiently.

"See," I breathe out, my heart pounding in my ears. "that wasn't so hard was it?"

His eyes flash with hunger and his hand wraps around my neck. "It's actually really, really hard." He nods down to his dick.

A chuckle escapes my swollen lips, and I lean in to brush my nose against his. His breathing is hard as well, pants of air fan my face, the taste of his cigarette still tingling against the tip of my tongue but I can't help but crave more. I pull away slightly, letting myself save this moment in my memories the best way that I can. I lightly rest my hand on the side of his head, trailing my nails along his jawline, and studying his injured face. The blood from the corner of his lip has almost dried and the bruises along his cheekbone and jaw are getting darker with each hour passing. And just like that I'm forcefully pulled back to reality and reminded of what is waiting for me tomorrow morning. I know Jackson too well and he won't let go of something like this so easily. If I'm being honest I don't really care about myself, in a weird way I feel safe that Jackson won't do anything directly to me, he rather goes about it with the people surrounding me, and right now Minho's the biggest target of all of them. The last thing I want is for Jackson to mess anything up for him.

He moves his hips smoothly yet again, gaining back my attention and pulling me out of my thoughts. My hand is still ghosting over his jaw and I sigh letting my eyes memorize every part of his face. Truth is; I don't wanna lose this moment.

"What is it, angel?" The gentleness of his tone surprises me.

My shoulders shrug. "Just thinking."

His hands run along the sides of my waist, in such a comforting way that I wanna lay on his chest and shut out the whole word for as long as I can. He seems to understand what I mean, not asking me to elaborate more, instead, he lifts a hand to the side of my face forcing my gaze back to his.

His fingertips brush a few curls away from my face. "I love your hair."

I roll my eyes at him, his random compliment lifting the heaviness of the situation off my chest just enough. "I don't."

Silence falls upon us yet again, his effort of conversation not being enough to distract my mind. I'm actually surprised he even tried to start a conversation at all, that's a first.

"Favourite song?" He offers, trying again. His gaze, surprisingly light.

" 'Yellow' by Coldplay ." I blink at him, offering him the first song that came to my mind. "Yours?"

He pushes his lips together, nodding approvingly. "Probably, 'Consume' chase Atlantic." He says without thinking. "Right now at least."

"Obviously." I giggle. He looks like a Chase Atlantic song.

He narrows his eyes playfully "Basic?"

"Predictable." I correct him, even though this man is nothing but predictable.

"Can I ask you-"

"I have something-."

We both say at the same time. Our eyes meet and we let out a small laugh. Suddenly I'm aware of how close we are. I'm aware of my body on top of him and his hands on my waist.

"You go first." I clear my throat and slide off him. His hand grips my legs, keeping them in his lap. He shoots me a confused look but says nothing nevertheless.

'You said that you don't know anything about me but in reality, you know a lot more than I do about you." He says, and it is true.

"I have a hard time opening up to people because..."

"Because?"

"Because they never stick around for long. You want me to open up to you when I don't even know If you're going to talk to me tomorrow." I say seriously but with a small laugh.

He nods his head a few times, understanding what I was saying and not arguing about which makes me a little sad.  "Okay, I respect that. Since you don't wanna talk about your past, I'll have to find other ways to get to know you."

I seal my lips together, trying to stop them from forming a smile. He always says shit like this that makes me warm inside. "Like?"

His hand that's resting on my ankle, starts making its way up my leg, his fingers brushing my skin gently. "Like explore other sides of you that will show me who you truly are." His voice drops as his hand reaches my exposed thigh, his face inches away from mine once again. "Your dreams, your goals, your wants and needs." He dives slowly into the curve between my jaw and neck, attaching his lips lightly right below my ear but it's enough to make my breathing uneven.

"A-and how would you do that?"

His eyes darken. "I can think of a few ways." He studies my face, his eyes roaming everywhere. "Dance for me." He whispers.

I feel my face getting hot. "No." I drop his gaze.

"Come on angel." His index finger lifted my jaw to look back at him.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." He nods. "It's all in here." He points at the side of my head. "Don't let it block you. Express yourself." The sweetness in his tone made my tensed shoulders drop and relax and the look in his big eyes filled me with reinsurance.

"If you sing, I'll dance." My voice falters.

He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "Deal."

"Okay." I lift myself off the couch hesitantly, tugging my dress down. I mentally thank myself for not forgetting to wear shorts underneath, after all the times that I humiliated myself at parties and flashed my underwear at everyone. I take my boots off, kicking them to the side, leaving me in my socks. I test the cold surface of the ground with my feet, taking a few steps forwards, twisting my feet, pointing, and flexing. I look at Minho over my shoulder; he has leaned back, with his leg spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me. As if he's waiting for me to crawl his way, and heat spreads across my face once again at the thought. What makes me feel even more embarrassed is the fact that I would crawl for him, if he asked.

"Ready?" He pulls out his phone, and seconds later the intro of "Yellow" begins playing.

I bit my lip, filling my chest with as much air as I can inhale, getting my body and mind ready. I close my eyes, not knowing where to start, I let the music fill my ears hoping for my limps to move by themselves and the minute the lyrics begin, Minho's voice fills the air. The sound is almost angelic, tickling my ears in the most pleasurable way, it's unlike anything I've ever heard. I don't open my eyes as he sings along to the beautiful words of the song, instead, I let myself be fully open and let his voice reach me. And it does. My feet begin to move, and my body follows, with absolutely no choreography in mind, I let the music guide me, I let his voice guide me. I keep my eyes closed as I turn, keeping my right leg perfectly straight and then lift myself into a reverse jump. I don't keep my hands gentle instead my movements are rough, I twist and fall to the ground, and I turn and jump, letting my emotions take over my body completely. I don't know how but I find myself not thinking about anything and that paints a smile on my lips, cause I feel my chest lighter. My breathing comes out short but I don't stop, I push my body harder, and I dance like I haven't in so long. I don't even know how long has passed but I hear the music coming to a stop and I force my body to slow down. I rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath, feeling drops of sweat down the sides of my face and neck and the familiar burning in my throat and stomach. I let out a small laugh at the familiar sensation and lift my eyes to Minho.  He's frozen, exactly how I left him, his eyes, big and full of emotion, he looks at me like a movie he hasn't seen in ages and was his favorite. He looks at me in a way that none's ever looked at me before.

"What?" I breathe out after a few seconds of silence.

"I-" He shakes his head, searching for the words. "I missed you." He says so quietly, I hardly heard him.

"What?" I say again, confused. He missed me? What does that even mean?

He puts his hand out, open for me to take. I look at it for a few seconds before walking towards him. I place my hand over his and his fingers immediately curl around it, pulling me even closer. He lifts himself off the couch, towering over me in a second and I lift my gaze to meet his.

He brings his free hand to my cheek. "You were beautiful."

I try to wrap my mind around this moment, the past few hours but I can't. All I know is that I feel whole again, my heart feels full, and my mind peaceful. I don't know how we got here and I don't care what will happen after we leave, all I know is that; he can't take this moment away from me.

He lets out a sigh. "We should get going."

My face falls. I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna go back. "Okay."

"Come on." He nods his head towards the way down. He picks up my bag from the floor and walks towards the stairs. I turn around to take one last look at the sky, letting the image soak in before following him down.

"I got you." He holds his hands open as I take the last steps of the stairs just in case, but my feet reach the ground safely.

We walk to the car in silence as expected. I don't know what to say either. What can I say? Now that we left the rooftop somehow this feels weird. He opens my door and walks to his side of the car without sparing me a single look. Great. I get inside, making sure to slam the door shut, and let out a sigh.

"Are you taking me home?" I question as we pull out of the alley and back into the main road.

He rubs his bottom lip with his finger, elbow resting at the open window. "I mean, yeah." He hesitantly says. "Are you- um, are you hungry or something?" he asks, fumbling over his words.

"No thank you." I let out a low chuckle at his sudden nervousness.

He turns to look at me, keeping his eyes on me instead of the road for a little too long. "What?" My tone louder than before, as I switch my gaze from him to the road. "Focus on the road!"

"Maybe we should stop for a quick bite." He turns back to the road.

"I told you I'm not hungry." I mumble.

"Mhm," He nods. "I heard you. "

"Minho, I just wanna go home." I quickly say, starting to get a bit anxious. Which he notices.

"Just so you know, I 've gotten through what you're going through." He lowers his tone. I look out of the window, noticing that he takes the familiar path towards my apartment.

"I don't wanna know what you're talking about." I cut him sharply.

He clicks his tongue. "Okay then. " He seems to take the message and drops the subject. I bet Chan must have said something to him about it, which immediately pisses me off.

The car comes to a stop, and before I can realize it we're outside my apartment.

"Thanks for tonight." I clear my throat. "For all of it."

He lays his head back, his hair falling perfectly into his eyes. "Anytime angel." He smirks.

I bring my lips to a tight line, trying to stop myself but I can't. I inch forward, placing my hand on his thigh for support, and quickly without giving myself time to think about it, I connect my lips to his. I feel him inhale sharply, not expecting the kiss but he responded immediately, cupping my jaw. Our lips move together perfectly, leaving the sweetest taste on my tongue as I force myself to pull away.

"Don't be a stranger." I bump my nose into his.

He doesn't say anything back, instead, he watches me get out of his car and inside the building before he drives off. I take big, fast steps towards the door of the apartment and fumble with my keys as I open it. I slam the door shut, resting my back against it. My heart is drumming in my chest and I place my hand over it, taking a few deep breaths. I don't know if after tonight I can go back to acting like nothing is happening between us. I can't go back to ignoring him and fighting all the time. I want him. And most importantly I want him to want me. I get undressed for the second time tonight, not bothering to check if Emma's back or not before burning myself under the sheets. I don't want to fall asleep cause I didn't want this night to come to an end. I didn't want reality to creep into my life again. But all good things must come to an end, I guess.

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Stray Gods - Chapter 39

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 5574

Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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Lots of love and many thanks to my beta’s from wattpad: rocker7898 and sydneye2411. You guys made my writing so much better <3

'Where are you going dressed like that?' Minho asked as soon as you walked into the living room. His tone was that of surprise as he gaped at you. He wasn't being condescending, but the way he had been acting lately and your last altercation with him, still made you feel annoyed by his words.

'Wouldn't you like to know,' you said, fixing the collar of your tailored suit that you were wearing sassily.

'Hot damn baby girl,' Changbin whistled from the kitchen and instantly ran over.

'Watch out bro, your eyes will fall out if you keep looking at her like that,' Hyunjin chuckled as he came walking down the stairs into the living room.

'Looking sexy mama,' Han flirted with you as he passed by, pinching your booty.

'Hey!' you yelped, he winked at you before running off.

'Changbin are you ready?' Chan's voice called out from upstairs. He came rampaging down but stopped halfway when he saw you. 'Whoa,' he said, blinking a few times. 'Y/n, you look... woah,' he said, his ears instantly turning pink. You could feel that familiar fluttering feeling as he stared at you like that.

'Where are you guys going?' Hyunjin asked Changbin.

'Fundraiser, remember?' Changbin said, not taking his eyes off you.

'Hyung, can you like, move?' Seungmin's voice sounded annoyed from behind Chan. Chan instantly seemed to awaken from his spell and quickly jumped down the last few steps, landing beside the four of you. As Seungmin descended his eyes fell upon you and you could see his expression shifting. He stopped next to Chan.

'I like your suit,' Seungmin spoke, preserving his usual slightly reserved tone.

'Thank you,' you said with a smile. All the boys' attention was slightly going to your head now as you were starting to feel giddy. 'Hyunjin got it for me,'

'Oh, I like it less now,' Seungmin said, his voice and tone not changing at all. Hyunjin smacked him on his back with an annoyed face and Seungmin growled at him.

'So you're going with him to the exhibition?' Minho asked, his expression slightly off and a light crease between his brows.

'Yes she is,' Hyunjin said, starting to get impatient now. 'And we're running late, so if y'all don't mind, eyefuck her some other time, that'd be great,' he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the circle of swooning boys.

'You lied to me,' you said suddenly, realizing something.

'Excuse me?' Hyunjin said as he stopped the car in front of the red light.

'Yeah, you did, you lied to me,' you repeated thinking deeply.

'About what?' he said, starting to sound defensive.

'I remember,' you began, thinking back, 'I remember you said that you weren't the god of knowing everyone's sex life,'

'What?' Hyunjin said, sounding genuinely confused now.

'Yeah, you said that!' you said, now sure of it. 'I can't quite remember when but you told me, and the others, that you didn't know about everyone's sex life!'

'So?' Hyunjin asked, taking a left on the roundabout now.

'Well, after our night at your art studio,' you began, blushing as you thought back at it and feeling warm, 'and that one time with Hannie,' you stopped, feeling slightly awkward, 'you knew back then too,' you said accusingly.

Hyunjin didn't respond. You looked over at him. There was a soft expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

'Jinnie!' you spurred him on.

'Don't tell them, alright? We already have so little privacy as it is, with the whole mind-reading thing and all between us,' he said calmly. You stared at him frowning. 'But then again, I think some of them already might have a hunch about it. I mean we've been together for ages,' he said thoughtfully.

'Why not tell me?' you said, understanding why he hadn't told the other guys. Hyunjin chuckled.

'Would it make you feel more comfortable exploring your newfound sexuality if I had told you that I can sense it every time you feel like getting frisky?' Hyunjin spoke. You swallowed and cleared your throat, shifting awkwardly in your seat. 'Not only that, you were still coming to terms with us being Gods, our powers, the relationships we have, and even yourself. Would it really have helped you if I had told you you can't keep a secret like that with me around?'

'Right,' you spoke with a small voice. You bit your lip. You understood. It was not like he was intentionally breaching your privacy. You knew it was who he is, what he is, he couldn't help it.

'Do you ever find it annoying or hard?' You asked him softly, looking at him. He shook his head.

'Not at all. Love, lust, arousal, sex, they're all great things. I can't make anyone feel them just how Chan doesn't get to decide who lives or not. But then again, maybe that's a bad comparison,' He said, turning a corner and chuckling at himself. 'No, all feelings related to my area of expertise are happy feelings, good feelings. Whenever I sense them, it feels good,' he said with a curt nod.

'Do you mind it?' You asked him, it was a question you had had for all of them for a while now. You couldn't look at him and nervously started to pick at your nails in your lap.

'What?' He asked.

'You know,' you said, voice small and feeling embarrassed, 'that we, I mean that I, we... share?' you decided, biting your lip. Hyunjin laughed again.

'My love, we share everything together,' he said, and you knew he was talking about the others in particular, but it wasn't giving you the answer you needed. 'No, I do not mind,' he added, seeming to read your thoughts, 'And I can tell you, none of us do. We share. It's who we are, what we are. You are our Goddess, remember? Besides, I wouldn't be able to keep you to myself even if I wanted to,' he said with a chuckle. You giggled shyly as he pulled up into the parking lot.

'Well, we're here. Too late to turn back now,' Hyunjin said with a look at the art gallery from the outside.

'Sheesh, you make it sound like a death sentence,' you said jokingly.

'Well, who knows what we might find in there,' he said, wiggling his brows, which made you laugh.

Even though Hyunjin's crash course had made you feel more confident about your knowledge of art, and he had told you about every single art exhibition he'd ever visited before this, you still felt quite nervous as the two of you walked hand in hand up to the gallery.

There was a woman at the door checking your invitation and crossing your names from her list before letting you in with a formal bow.

Inside you were immediately attended to by a waiter with a tray of champagne, which you gladly accepted. You shot Hyunjin a look but he simply winked at you, letting you know it was alright.

'Hyunjin, y/n!' a familiar voice came from behind you. The two of you turned around and spotted Namjoon walking over. He was wearing an indigo-fitted suit and silver-rimmed glasses. 'I'm so happy you came, good to see you again,' he said with a shining smile. He shook both of your hands eagerly. 'Lady sends her apologies and regards,' he said with a soft smile to you. 'I'm sad to say she's at home with the flu, so she couldn't attend. She really wanted to see you again.'

'It's alright,' you said with a smile. It would've been nice to see and talk to her again, but you understood the situation. Besides, the two of you texted each other a lot on the side anyway, so it wasn't like it had been a long time since you had spoken to her.

'I gotta give my speech now, but how about after I show you around after?' Namjoon offered. The two of you agreed and he left you to dive into the crowd. Not a minute later you heard the familiar voice echo over the speakers. 'Dear guests and friends, I am honored and thankful that you all have come to the opening. I hope you will enjoy the exhibition and the art we have selected for you. Please remember, all funds, donations, and purchases will go to the Children's Art Projects. Thank you.'

When he finished talking, people started clapping and began to talk again. You could see Namjoon already making his way back over to the two of you, but he was being held up by some guests who were eager to talk to him. You could see him making eye contact with Hyunjin and giving him a nod.

'I think our tour has to wait,' Hyunjin said with a soft smile.

'Can you read his mind too?' You asked him surprised.

'No, but I can read situations and people, and this one seems like it might take a while,' Hyunjin said with a nod to the elderly couple who had Namjoon cornered.

'Right,' you said, softly giggling.

'Shall we?' Hyunjin asked, putting a hand out for you to take. You smiled and put your hand in his.

The two of you walked around the exhibition, looking at paintings and statues hand in hand. Now and then someone came up to Hyunjin, either to say hello or to make his acquaintance.

'Mr. Hwang, how nice to see you again!' a Western woman with a Mediterranean look came walking up to the two of you. A playful grin appeared on Hyunjin's face.

'Mrs. Gabris, how nice to see you again,' he said politely, shaking her hand.

'Oh don't give me that look,' she said playfully, 'you know I had to.'

Confused, you looked from Hyunjin to the woman. It was clear there was some kind of rivalry going on between the two of them, although you couldn't detect any real hostility.

'I mean, I get it, but I'll get back at you for it someday,' Hyunjin chuckled.

'I'd be disappointed if you didn't,' the woman said, nodding with a grin.

'But at least tell me how you did it,' He asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity, and an excited smile on his face.

'Oh no, I can't tell you that,' she said, shaking her head and chuckling, 'That would be cheating,' she said. Hyunjin clicked his tongue but didn't push on. Instead, he put his arm around your waist and turned to you.

'My love, this is Mrs. Gabris, my - I hate to say the word - but my rival,' He introduced the woman. They both chuckled. 'We're on good terms though, although she can play a bit nasty sometimes,' he said lowly. She chuckled and shrugged guiltily.

'What can I say, I got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them,' she said, sticking out a welcoming hand to you.

'Nice to meet you, Mrs. Gabris, I'm y/n,' you introduced yourself, happily shaking her hand.

'Nice to meet you too, y/n,' she said with a friendly smile before letting go. 'Now I'd love to talk to you longer, but I gotta go find my daughter. I was going to introduce her to Mr. Wan, and try and get her an internship there, but she seems to have wandered off somewhere. Have you seen her?' she asked Hyunjin with a light frown and tight-pressed lips.

'Sorry, no. I will let her know you're looking for her if I do,' Hyunjin said with a nod. Mrs. Gabris nodded as well and walked off in search of her daughter.

'She seems nice,' you said with a giggle.

'She is,' Hyunjin smiled. 'Outside of the guys, she's the only friend I have really. She can be a pain in the ass though, stealing clients, driving up prices at auctions just to mess with me, but then again, I do the same,' he said with a naughty grin, winking.

'Is that what you were talking about just now?' you asked curiously. Hyunjin chuckled and nodded.

'Yeah,' he said, clicking his tongue once more, 'she, at the last minute, stole a high-profile client I had been trying to acquire for years. Just like that,' he said, snapping his fingers and shaking his head. 'I don't know how she did it,' he said with a slight frown.

'Couldn't you like...' you began, wiggling your brows meaningfully at him, 'do your thing to get the client?' you asked. Hyunjin frowned.

'I've never used my skills that way on any of my clients,' he said seriously. 'I only use them to find the pieces I'm sure they will love. Nothing more.'

You smiled at him. Of course, Hyunjin wouldn't abuse his powers like that. You had known he wouldn't be like that but still, it seemed like such a simple way out.

'Speaking of pieces people will love,' Hyunjin said, suddenly grinning, 'I got a surprise for you,' he said, grabbing your hand.

'What? For me?' you huffed. Hyunjin simply beamed at you, holding your hand in a way that was clear he wanted to take you somewhere. For a moment you looked at him blinking. His perfect skin, his doll lips, his almond eyes and his pink fluffy hair... It was impossible not to think the man was a piece of art himself. You didn't need anything. You didn't need the surprise. You just needed the rest of eternity to stare at him.

'Okay,' the word left your lips softly, without you even realizing as you took a step towards him. Gently he guided you, passing the other art pieces and people who now seemed invisible to you as you followed him.

'Look here. It's this one,' he said when you had arrived in a small room with only one painting on each wall. He turned you around and you looked up to where he was pointing. You found yourself looking at a single painting.

But not just any painting.

Your mind felt at ease. The corners of your mouth turned upwards. Your heart felt warm, comforted, and loved. A tear rolled down the corner of your eye as you seemed unable to blink.

You recognized the style immediately. It was no question to you who had painted it.

Never in your life had you seen a painting that made you feel anything so deeply as you were feeling right now. His godly powers were flying from the canvas. The colors clearly represented all the guys and their love for each other, as the colors mingled, intertwined, and overflowed with one another. And in the middle...

A burst of light seemed to be shining from the center of the painting. Much smaller than all the other colors and shapes but somehow still the center of attention. It was captivating and mesmerizing as its beams lit up all the other colors. The beams held them together and made them look so much more vibrant.

'I-I-It's u-u-us,' you whispered. You could feel Hyunjin coming to stand behind you, his front against your back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, embracing you fully.

'It's you, my love,' he whispered softly in your ear. Silent tears streamed down your face as your eyes seemed to be glued to the painting. There was nothing more for him to explain. You understood. Silently you stood there as he held you.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours as the painting etched itself into your mind and body.

'Hyunjin,' you croaked his name after what might have been an eternity, your voice hoarse from crying. He opened his arms a little and you turned in them, so you could face him. His expression was soft as he looked at you. There were a million things you wanted to tell him right now. You wanted to tell him how he was the best painter in the world. How you had never seen such an exquisite piece before in your life, not in any of the museums you had been to. You wanted to tell him how his painting was perfect in every way, go into detail about how it made you feel and what you knew it meant. You wanted to tell him that he should just paint for the rest of his life, that it would be a waste of his talents to simply stay an art dealer as this was the only painting in the world that meant something.

But you said none of that. Instead, the only words that left your lips were:

'I love you.'

It was barely more than a whisper but words had never come from so deep inside of you before.

Hyunjin's expression changed. His lips parted slightly as his dark eyes stared into yours. His eyes opened further as his brows raised a little. It was almost a look of surprise. As if he couldn't believe you said it to him. Although he knew very well that you loved him.

But still, your words seemed to catch him by surprise. He blinked, and a single tear rolled from the corner of his eye down his face, his expression unchanging. Ignoring your own tear-stained face, you brought your hand up to his face, wiping away the tear with your thumb as you cupped his cheek. This time it was your turn to smile at him softly. His brows slowly lowered and his lips closed again as the corners of his mouth turned upwards once more.

You and Hyunjin finally managed to find Namjoon and talked to him for a while. It was nice to catch up with him and you were happy to hear that both his members and Lady were all doing very well, although they were all very busy. He showed specific interest in Chan, which wasn't unusual since they both shared the same powers, but he seemed particularly sad about him not being able to be here.

'Oh, can you two excuse me, I have a very important stockholder who's waving me over,' Namjoon said, as he noticed a tall dark man smiling and waving enthusiastically. The two of you bade him goodbye and Namjoon strode off to his friend.

'Sweetie, would you mind if I excuse myself for a bit too? I gotta use the restroom real quick,' Hyunjin whispered, squeezing your shoulder for a moment. You nodded to him and he winked at you, quickly dashing off into the direction of the toilets.

Many of the visitors were still looking at the paintings, taking their time and analyzing each one of them. By now, you had seen most of them, and although pretty, none could compare to Hyunjin's work. You strolled slowly past the groups of people, looking at the paintings vaguely though you barely saw them. Not wanting to stray too far from the place where Hyunjin had left you, you looked around and spotted a high table that was all but empty save for one person and some new champagne glasses. As the first three glasses had been quite to your taste, you decided to get a fourth one, since there was no one to stop you now anyways.

'Hi,' you said to the girl leaning on the table. She seemed about your age and stood out quite a bit against the other guests. Her hair was cut into a short bob with the ends of it a bright blue color which contrasted her bright pink dress. She was wearing a nose ring and her ears were pierced from bottom to top, decorated with all kinds of earrings.

'Hi,' she greeted you back politely.

'Is it okay if I stand here?' you asked. She nodded politely before continuing to stare at her drink. You grabbed a drink of your own, taking a sip while trying to look at the girl inconspicuously. She was very pretty, with a face like an idol but a raw edge on her that made you think she would never be cast.

'Do you like art?' her question was so sudden it almost startled you. Had she seen you looking?

'Erm, yes,' you said feeling slightly unsure about what to say. She clicked her tongue and you looked at her wearily.

'I mean, don't get me wrong I absolutely love art, just not this kind of art,' she said, waving her hand vaguely towards the statues and paintings.

'Oh,' you said, surprised, as you scanned her bored expression. 'Erm, what kind of art do you like then?' you asked, trying to keep the conversation polite. Her face instantly lit up and she looked over at you.

'Minhwa,' she said, her eyes almost shining. 'Put me in a museum of Minhwa pieces only, and I swear I won't come out for days,' she spoke passionately. You couldn't help but laugh.

The girl shrugged and grinned, understanding that you weren't laughing at her. 'What can I say, I guess I'm just a traditional gal,' she said with a thick posh accent while batting her eyelashes ironically. You laughed again, clearly nothing about her was traditional at all, even though she did like Minhwa.

'What's your name?' she asked kindly, but before you could answer you heard someone calling over.

'Sera! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!' Mrs. Gabris sighed irritably as she strode over to the two of you. 'Where have you been? I've been calling you for ages!' Mrs. Gabris flamed.

'Sorry ma,' the girl, apparently named Sera, sighed, but her words didn't sound genuine. Sera's eyes flicked from you back to her mother awkwardly and Mrs. Gabris turned around.

'Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry,' Mrs. Gabris smiled awkwardly at you, clearly embarrassed you had seen her give her daughter a lecture. 'This is my daughter I told you about, Sera,' she quickly introduced her, putting her hand on the girl's back.

'Ah, I see you found your daughter,' Hyunjin's voice sounded from behind you. You turned to see him walking over to you.

'Ah, Mr. Hwang, we meet again. Yes, I did find her, thank you,' she said, squeezing her daughter's shoulder.

'You know me?' Sera asked surprised at Hyunjin. Clearly, they hadn't met yet. Hyunjin put his arm around your waist once more.

'Of course, I do,' Hyunjin laughed, 'Your mother loves to brag about you whenever I meet her.'

'You do?' Sera said surprised, looking up at Mrs. Gabris.

'I-I... I guess I do,' Mrs. Gabris said looking at Hyunjin, her cheeks turning pink slightly. Sera stared at her mother in surprise.

'Neither of you has anything to be embarrassed about,' Hyunjin said nicely. 'You're a great daughter Sera, from what your mother tells me, and you have a wonderful mother,'

Both of them now blushed as they looked at Hyunjin. 'That is if she's not stealing my clients from me,' Hyunjin teased. He used his free arm to lean upon the table, getting closer to Mrs. Gabris, but not letting go of you. 'But tell me the truth, how did you do it?' he said inquisitively, his eyes narrowing as he grinned at her.

Mrs. Gabris frowned and looked at Hyunjin, her look defiant, and you were sure she wasn't going to spill it this time either.

'My wife is friends with Mrs. Woo's cousin. It was simply a matter of pulling a few strings,' she said. Both you and Hyunjin looked at her in surprise and even Mrs. Gabris blinked a few times. She clapped her hand over her mouth and huffed. 'Oh dear, I wasn't planning on telling you that,' she said with big eyes, shocked by her own reply. Hyunjin leaned back, his brow slightly furrowed though his smile didn't falter. 'I don't know what came over me there,' Mrs. Gabris giggled as she looked from her daughter to Hyunjin and then to you.

'Probably the champagne,' Hyunjin said, waving his hand and playing it off. 'It's some strong stuff. But you gotta admit, that's a cheap trick,' he chuckled. You tried to push your own glass of champagne to the side a bit, so Hyunjin wouldn't notice you were drinking again.

'I know, but don't say you wouldn't have done it yourself,' Mrs. Gabris said, seeming to have recovered from her outburst of truth and reassembling herself to her usual stern but playful demeanor.

'Hmm,' Hyunjin said, pulling a thoughtful face. 'Maybe, but don't think just because you told me how you did it, I'll let you off this time,' he chuckled.

'Oh, I'm counting on it,' Mrs. Gabris said challengingly. You chuckled at their conversation, as you took another sip of your champagne absentmindedly. A man walked passed and greeted Mrs. Gabris. Meanwhile, Hyunjin turned to you.

'Speaking of champagne,' he whispered so Mrs. Gabris, who was talking to the man now, wouldn't hear, and took the glass from you as soon as you put it down again, 'I don't think the boys will let me live to see another day if I bring our girl back home to them drunk.' You looked up at him with a pout but he simply grinned, putting the glass to his own lips and downing it in one go, before Mrs. Gabris turned back to the two of you.

'I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse us right now, we've got that internship to arrange,' Mrs. Gabris said with a bow. Sera didn't look too happy at all at the sound of her mother's words, but she bowed and the two of them left.

Hyunjin stared after the two of them, mumbling to himself. 'That was... odd.'

'What was odd?' you asked him curiously.

'Well,' Hyunjin said, still not looking at you. 'Mrs. Gabris never reveals her tricks, ever.' he frowned. 'Nor do I, but we often tease each other with it. Poking away, but never giving in...'

You frowned as well, thinking as you stared at his thoughtful and beautiful face. Suddenly something inside you clicked. Like a light that had been turned on. Your eyes grew wide with realization.

'Hyunjin,' you hissed, feeling weird and excited, knowing deep in your guts that you were right, a divine part of you seeming to nudge you.

'Hm?' he hummed, finally facing you.

'Go ask someone something,' you said excitedly.

'What?' he said, looking at you like you had gone mad.

'No, I- ugh,' you stammered, too excited to find your words. It was like the first time, you knew it before they did. The first time you felt you were actually doing your job, doing what you were here for.

'Go up to someone and ask them something,' you repeated excitedly.

'What? Why? Can't I just ask you something?' he said confused, still looking at you like you had gone mad.

'No! Just go!' you hissed, feeling too excited as you pushed him in the direction of some people. Hyunjin stumbled and looked over his shoulder at you, seeming slightly concerned about your sanity.

'Excuse me, sir, do you have the time,' he asked, tapping a man on his shoulder. You hit yourself on the forehead.

'Happy?' Hyunjin asked when he returned, still looking at you apprehensively. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You had to get it together. You had to do your job.

You could feel your chest swell with the feeling of finally being useful, but you had to calm down. You took another deep breath and tried to imagine Lady. She was naturally graceful, calm, serious, and fun. Keeping her image in your mind and holding on to that divine whisper inside of you that was giving you the answer you opened your eyes again.

'Hyunjin,' you began calmly, meeting his eyes. For the first time ever you could see him reading you. He was reading your "love levels" and the pheromones you were giving off. You could see him, not just the man that was standing before you, but the powerful God of Love that couldn't help but read your human shell.

'Hyunjin, I think you earned your new special power,' you said calmly. Hyunjin's eyes grew big and you could see he instantly stopped reading you.

'I- wait? What?' This time it was Hyunjin's turn to stammer.

'My... Goddess instinct,' you decided to say, feeling your body fill with a warm light feeling at your own words, 'is telling me you earned your new special power,' you repeated. Once again Hyunjin blinked a few times at you but then straightened his back.

'I earned my new power,' he echoed back to you. The human part of you thought it was weird to see him like this, listening to your words in an almost submissive way, but it was quickly pushed aside again by that warm light feeling that was overtaking you.

'Yes,' you nodded. Everything was so clear now. The world seemed to look different, the people looked different too, almost dull, while Hyunjin seemed to radiate light. 'In our conversation just now, with Mrs. Gabris, I think you accidentally used your new power on her,' you explained calmly. Hyunjin's eyes grew even wider. 'To be sure, and to test it,' you began, even though you knew you were right, 'I think you should try asking someone a question they normally don't answer truthfully,' you proposed.

Hyunjin nodded quickly, a sudden focused look on his face as he panned around. You looked at him encouragingly, seeing his light glow and glitter with excitement when he apparently spotted an elderly man with unusually artificial-looking dark hair. A bitter look appeared on Hyunjin's face.

'Mr. Song has been an acquaintance for years,' he said, focusing on the man. 'He's always boasting about his fortune, and how hard he has worked for it,' Hyunjin scoffed bitterly. 'While I know he only managed to climb the ladder by extortion and blackmail. His so-called empire is built on lies and deceit,' Hyunjin explained, his eyes lit with fire. 'He's a compulsive liar, who knows no love, not even for his own wife or children.'

'Go,' you said. You knew you didn't need to say more. Resolutely, Hyunjin walked over to the man and his company.

'Ah Hyunjin, how nice to see you again,' another man who had been talking to Mr. Song said politely. Hyunjin smiled and shook his hand.

'Mr. Song, may I introduce to you, Mr. Hwang. This young man has an excellent eye for all that is lovely and pure in th-'

'We've met,' Mr. Song interrupted the man harshly. He looked Hyunjin up and down, his eyes resting on his bright pink hair disapprovingly. You could see it. A dark shadow cast in all directions from the center of the man. A black hole where no light existed. Suddenly the warm light feeling started to drain out of you like a plug was being pulled. With your eyes glued to him, you watched as Hyunjin went up to the man and struck up a conversation, the feeling seeping out of you, although you desperately tried to hold onto it.

'Mr. Song, how nice to see you again.' Hyunjin said politely. There was no sarcasm in his voice or anything else to detect his distaste for the man. Mr. Song simply hummed and looked away from him, his chin slightly lifted as he tried to start a conversation with an exceptionally rich-looking man who was standing next to him. But Hyunjin didn't let him off.

'Tell me, Mr. Song, is it true you're in search of a new art dealer? I heard Mrs. Yang quit?' he spoke politely, his tone airy with the feigned interest undetectable.

'Puh, quit? No, I fired her. That wench thought she could pull me down by revealing I had stolen her plan for the renovation of our gallery so I gave her the sack. Serves her right,' Mr. Song spat. For a moment he looked like his usual grumbly pompous self, but then his face whitened. Everyone was silent.

'That's... quite interesting Mr. Song. Now if you'll excuse me,' Hyunjin said with a grin and a polite nod to all the other gaping bystanders, before quickly rushing back over to you.

By the time Hyunjin reached you, the divine feeling had left you completely and it felt like you were waking up from the most perfect dream you had ever had.

'Sooo?' you asked eagerly, your human excitement taking over again, but you already knew the answer. Your voice sounded different now, normal again. Your mind was tumbling over itself with questions and enthusiasm for Hyunjin, and the light he seemed to be emitting before had gone.

Hyunjin grabbed your hands excitedly. It was enough for you to know the answer already.

'Well...' Hyujin began, looking somewhat out of it and staring at you, 'You were right,' Hyunjin said, his eyes shining with excitement. 'But how did you-

'No idea! I just did!' you said, matching his energy even though you felt a pang of disappointment at the gone divinity.

'I just can't believe it,' Hyunjin said, shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear. He pulled you in all of a sudden, and kissed you on your lips for a moment, making you giggle when he let go of you again.

'I can't wait to tell the boys,' he said excitedly.  

W R I T E R S N O T E

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[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

{5:33pm} -Minho

Pairing: Minho x Reader 

Word Count: 0.3k

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ 

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Fingering, mentions of cum.

a/n: Honestly i am just going through something at the moment so stay tuned because i have another like 3 in my drafts.

“Minho, stop it” you giggle to yourself as he slides his hand down the side of your body, placing it just above the rim of the shorts that you are wearing. 

“Minho, I’m trying to cook dinner”, you continue to giggle as you lean your body against him. Place the knife you used to cut the vegetables flat on the board. 

Sliding his hand down your shorts and underwear, “I know you want this”, he said, nibbling on your earlobe. He starts tapping on your clit. 

“You deserve this,” he tells you, beginning to suck and nibble away beneath your ear as he tries to make you feel good. 

“Oh fuck”, you say, arching your body into him again. 

“Let me take care of you”, he whispers into your ear as he puts his hand further down your pants. 

You nod your head, leading Minho to spread your folds. "You are so wet for me,” he hums in your ear. He continues to kiss behind your ear as he circles your entrance. 

He inserts his middle and ring finger inside you, using his other hand to tilt your chin, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. As Minho starts to pump his fingers, he palms your clit. 

Your mouth opens up and he inserts his tongue into it, causing you to moan. 

“Right there," you moan as you feel your legs weaken. 

“Oh, Y-yes Minho”, you cry as you realise around his fingers. Your body shakes as he helps you ride out your orgasm. 

His fingers are sticky as he pulls them out of your underwear. 

As soon as dinner is over, I'm going to fuck you like you deserve,” he says, placing a passionate kiss on your lips.  

a/n: thank you for reading, please like, share and comment for more 

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[secretsecretbunny]

Just friends: stray kids smau.

Part one: "there are no flaws in ghibli."

paring: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz

genre: fluff, angst, future smut, roommates au.

warnings for this chapter: mild sexual jokes. alcohol mention.

PLEASE read character intros/story set up: here

You had the large sofa set up with a few fluffy blankets and pillows, streaming service pulled up on the big TV when Minho emerged from his room. You were still wrapped up in the group chat when he silently leaned over the back of the grey couch, head next to yours, smiling mischievously before asking lowly in your ear, "so, which ghibli movie are we watching?", making you jump in surprise with a screech as he laughed at your reaction.

"JESUS, TWINKLETOES. WEAR A BELL OR SOMETHING!" you exclaimed, hand over your chest.

A playful chuckle escaped his lips as he plopped onto the cozy sofa beside you.

A sly grin spread across his face as he mused aloud, "yeah you'd like that, huh? a nice collar with a little bell fastened around my neck?" he winked.

You rolled your eyes "I'm gonna hose you down". you said, looking him up and down in an attempt to be threatening, but the more you thought about it, it did sound.. no. You shook off the thought, looking back at the TV.

Minho laughed and raised an eyebrow, his sharp features still amused as he asked again, "You gonna answer or what? Which movie are we doing?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes once again, this time with a subtle smile on your face. You leaned back into the cushions "I don't know, I was gonna let you choose", you responded, scrolling through the list of Ghibli movies on the screen.

"Oh, well then obviously The Cat Returns." he replied immediately. You perked up "Sweet, I love that one! Popcorn?". Minho nodded "obviously. I'll make drinks if you make the popcorn?" he asked. "deal." you said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen.

Your bare feet were chilly on the cold tiles as you walked into the large spacious kitchen. White marble countertops sat in contrast to the many black cabinets and their handles with gold detailing.

You opened the pantry and grabbed a bag of popcorn, then popped it into the microwave before turning around and hopping up to sit on the counter to watch Minho make the drinks. The marble countertop was cold on your pajama short clad legs as you kicked your dangling feet, feeling excited for movie night. "you want drinks or do you want drinks?" he asked, pausing what he was doing. "Hmm, drinks" you answered. He spun around, opening the glass liquor cabinet with a flourish "pick your poison, princess." he gestured at the dozens of bottles and raised his arms to emphasize the amount, making his shirt ride up and expose a line of soft skin above his sweatpants. You forcibly drag your eyes away to look at the extensive alcohol collection.

"do we have limoncello?"

"duh" Minho responded, grabbing the bright yellow liqueur. "what do you want it in?"

"sprite. add a bit of maraschino cherry juice?"

"you got it, princess." He meticulously prepared the drinks in tall, clear glasses, crafting a similar beverage for himself out of convenience, though likely not out of desire for the taste. The popcorn in the microwave emitted a high-pitched beep, prompting you to stand up and carefully remove it before pouring its contents into a glass bowl.

"ready?" you asked

he nodded "yeah. don't trip and spill the popcorn this time though." he chuckled.

"that was once!"

Minho looked at you pointedly, head cocked to the side.

"okay, twice. shut up." you grumbled quickly.

A grin spread across his face as he trailed behind you, heading back towards the plush couch.

As you prepared to enjoy the film, Minho placed the icy beverages within easy reach, arranging them neatly beside the heap of fluffy popcorn on the polished wooden coffee table. You cozied up into Minho as he sat down, the promise of cuddles being fulfilled.

You and Minho had been close friends since college, though it wasn't always that way. The first time you met him, freshman year, he was so unimpressed by your existence that you could barely get more than one word at a time out of him. He seemed disinterested in getting to know you better, and his curt responses made you feel like an inconvenience more than anything.

||flashback||

You were running late again. Of course you were, what was new? You sighed dramatically as you walked to your class, not even bothering to rush yourself at this point. Taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, you attempted to calm yourself. You knew you were starting a project today and the professor probably had already assigned you a partner since you were late. Most likely whichever poor soul it was that didn't get chosen by another classmate.

You entered the lecture hall, coffee in hand, sitting in your usual seat. You had just rested your forehead on the cool surface of the table when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking up with a pout you made eye contact with probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

"y/n, right? I'm your partner for the project." he said, his tone mildly annoyed.

"That's me. Sorry I'm late, I uh, overslept." you said with a nervous laugh and a warm smile.

"Don't care. You know what the project is even about?" he asked condescendingly, glower on his face.

Your smile dropped as you scoffed. The attitude on this guy. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I? It's been talked about for weeks." you responded, matching his tone.

"Well, you missed the opening lecture today because you were late, I don't know if that's a consistent problem for you or not." he rolled his eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him. It definitely was a consistent problem, but he didn't need to know that. "Whatever. Let's just get started."

Throughout the next few weeks, you and Minho collaborated on the project, constantly disagreeing over every minor detail. It wasn't until your mutual friends, Chan and Changbin, intervened that you began to tolerate each other.

"You two are so similar it hurts." Changbin said as he watched you and Minho bicker over something as simple as which font to use.

"Don't compare me to him!" You said in offense.

"We may not see eye-to-eye on anything else, but our shared disdain for each other is undeniable." Minho said, arms crossed over his chest.

"what, you got a word of the day calendar or something? or are you just trying to meet your word count for the day." you spat out with disdain.

"Please, you're both getting on my nerves. Sit down and work on your project before I lecture you in the middle of this library." Chan huffed, frustration clear in his voice as he tried to work on his own homework.

"Yes, dad." Minho uttered sarcastically. "Wouldn't want to get myself grounded from the Nintendo for a week."

Your attempt to suppress your giggle failed as you laughed at his witty remark. You brought your hand up to conceal the wide grin spreading across your face while Minho observed your reaction intently, furrowing his brows with a tilt of his head.

"What?" You ask defensively.

"Nothing. Just never seen you laugh. The smile looks better than the scowl you're usually wearing"

You turn your head back to your laptop in an attempt to hide how flustered his comment made you. "Be funnier then." you mumbled.

He rolled his eyes, huffing out a small laugh of his own as he sat back down in the seat beside you. "I'll keep that in mind." he noted with a hint of sarcasm. Chan and Changbin shared a knowing look, smirks on their faces.

From then on, your interactions with Minho took on a playful edge. The back-and-forth banter and witty remarks became a Hallmark of your relationship, bringing you closer together.

As you continued to hang out frequently, Chan and Bin were always part of the crew. On occasion, Chan's cousin Felix would tag along, and before long he began inviting his own friends to join in on the fun as well. Your close-knit clique soon swelled up to an impressive total of nine members, marking the start of countless memorable adventures that are still talked about today.

The decision to drop out was made collectively about two years later by you and your friends due to an unfortunate event involving a harmful rumor that nearly jeopardized everything between your circle of friends. It simply didn't feel worth the trouble anymore. The frequent arguments you had with outsiders, the dirty looks, and the hushed whispers as you passed by made you feel culpable. The gossip topic made it feel like your fault. It affected you the most but the boys were treated horribly as well. You all began skipping classes, which honestly only fueled the rumors, but none of you could handle the treatment anymore so you all decided to drop out, Felix offering one of his families many large houses as refuge. You've all been together since.

||present day||

You were midway through the movie, thoroughly engrossed in the plot, while laying on the couch wrapped up in a warm and cozy blanket. Minho was spooning you from behind, his arm draped over your waist as he too followed along with the storyline of the film. When you spoke, it was in a soft voice laced with reminiscence "you know, I used to have a crush on The Baron." Your words came out with lighthearted laughter. Minho lifted his head to look down at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying everything he needed to without uttering a word. "what?! he's charming!!" you said in defense against his incredulous expression. Minho just huffed out a small laugh and shook his head before laying it back down on the pillow. "furry" he accused. You elbowed him lightly in the stomach "you're the worst" you said with an exaggerated pout "you like it" he responded.

You gradually fell asleep before the movie ended, rolling over to snuggle into Minho's warm chest, his soft black shirt pressed against your forehead. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, brushing away any strands of hair from your face. The word "cute" escaped his lips in a soft whisper as he gazed at the sleeping form beside him. The warmth and comfort of the moment washed over him, and he too succumbed to the call of sleep. But their rest was short-lived, as exaggerated retching sounds mixed with the persistent vibration of their phones shattered the tranquility. Rolling onto your back, you groaned, annoyed at the interruption. Minho grabbed his phone, checking the group chat. "god, they're being annoying" he grumbled, voice laced with sleep. "when are they not?" you asked, snatching your phone up to check the chat as well.

Back in your room, you collapsed onto your comfortable queen-sized bed, which was adorned with a variety of plush blankets and pillows in different shapes and sizes. The color changing LED lights provided a soothing pink glow in the dimly lit room. As you re-read the group chat, you couldn't help but smile at the picture Felix sent before saving it to your phone. You then locked it and placed it on your bedside table. The comforting weight of your many blankets soon lulled you back into a peaceful sleep.

You had only been asleep for a mere two hours when your phone rang, waking you up once more. The sudden noise jolted you out of your slumber and left you feeling groggy and disoriented.

"hello?" you answered, voice rough from sleep.

"hey.. need you over here." a man's voice came through.

You glanced at the time on your phone, rubbing your tired eyes while trying to focus on the bright screen. "now?"

With a tantalizing tone, he uttered the words, drawing out each syllable "Yes now. I'll pay extra."

You let out a deep sigh, standing up and quickly getting dressed in decent clothes. "alright. come pick me up. I've been drinking, I can't drive."

"Already here." the man hung up without another word.

After storing your phone in the pocket of your torn jeans for safekeeping, you pulled on your plush jacket to go along with your simple yet comfortable tank top. Not wanting to waste any time choosing footwear, you opted for the first pair within reach - sleek black ankle boots featuring sturdy block heels. As you passed by the living room, Felix was still awake. You noticed that he was engrossed in a video game on the big screen TV. His fingers moved swiftly across the controller while his eyes remained fixed on the action unfolding before him. Despite being deeply immersed in the gameplay, when you went walking by, he immediately stopped what he was doing and looked back at you.

"Hey, bubs, where are you going? It's already 2 a.m." he asked, confusion and a hint of concern in his voice.

"just a work emergency!" you said simply as you ran your hands through your bed head, attempting to tame the unruly strands.

"this late?"

"yeah, I'll be back soon."

"I- okay. be safe, y/n."

You nodded. "of course, always."

You walked out the door and hopped into the luxurious black car with tinted windows that was already waiting for you. When Minho heard the sound of an engine, he got up to take a look outside his window and watched as you stepped into the sleek vehicle. He couldn't help the concern he felt as he watched it pull out of the long driveway and disappear down the street.

You were back home a mere two hours later, trudging through the door and heading straight to your room, ignoring Felix's lingering stare. You kicked off your shoes and removed your coat and pants before crawling back into bed and immediately passing back out. Tomorrow morning was gonna suck.

part 1.5 || part two || part three || part four

notes: and there's the first chapter of my first ever series! 😬 I hope you liked it!! I know we're starting off slow but I promise it'll pick up! please feel free to leave feedback and interactions so I can feel out what you guys like for part two! ily!! 🩷

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[loveneversleepss]

Royalty Part 2

Pairing: Prince Felix x female reader, switched POVs, set after 2 years.

Warnings: smut duh with a plot ofc, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), nicknames, cursing, death? Mental health issues, heartbreak lol, violence ig.

A/n: heheh ik you’ve waited for this so enjoy! Ps Daniel deserves sm better😭

W.C: 7000 words

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“Felix?” My attention was brought back by Chan, he snapped his fingers which made me jump. “Are you okay?” Am I okay? I’ve been asking myself that for a long time.

I nodded my head and gave a reassurance smile, which was completely fake. He was talking to me about some duties I needed to attend to. I had to step up, as the widowed-crown prince, who was a better fit than a 7-year-old. I had to get over everything so fast, my bride who died on our wedding day, I was forced to forget about it. But I couldn’t, I simply could not. Because I would only love her and only her. “Are you even paying attention?” I dropped my hand against the desk which was holding up my head. “We need to find you another bride.” I became outraged, “what are you talking about?” He sighs and sits in front of me, “it’s been two years. We need a crown princess.” I stood up from my chair, “how could you ask something like this?”

“You are the most wanted husband in the land, you have ladies lining up for you.” This brings me back to before, when I was invited to the imperial palace for the first time, and saw her. “I don’t want another lady.” He groaned in annoyance which caused me to turn angrily, he spoke before thinking, “why can’t you just forget her?” I charged towards him, lifting my fist to him and gripping his shirt, but I caught myself. I let him go and sighed, “why do you think? She was murdered on our wedding day, I couldn’t save her. To this day I don’t know who murdered her.”

Her father refused to investigate her death, her assassin. He believed it wouldn’t let her soul rest, which he ordered no one to look into it or they would be killed. I looked at the jade ring on my finger, our wedding rings, I buried the other one with her. “I just want her back.” We were interrupted by a guard stepping inside, “his majesty would like a word alone.” I motioned for Chan to leave and the King stepped inside. “Your majesty,” I bowed and he bowed back, “Felix.” I sat down, but he insisted on not sitting with me. “It’s time we find you a bride.” I slumped defeated, unbelievable. The king had recently remarried after y/ns mother couldn’t handle the pain of her death. She killed herself. He chose to remarry only a month ago.

“It’s just hard, after everything.” He reached for my hand but I reluctantly moved. “I understand, but I did it. Which means you can too.” I held my breath as he was turning to leave, “just think about it.” Then he slithered away. I sat there for a while, thinking about everything that happened. I decided it was time I should go take a bath. I walked into my room and told my servants I wanted a bath. They left to prepare and would alert me when it was ready. Chan came running inside. “You won’t believe what I just heard.” I crossed my arms and stared, awaiting the information.

“I overheard a conversation the king had with his new bride.” He gets up and walks over to the station full of sweets and drinks. “She had a twin sister. She lived in the village, poor as mice. She was taken care of by undercover palace guards.” I frown my forehead and lean against the table in my room. It was y/ns, her room. I watched him pour a cup of tea for me, he set it down on the table in front of me, “I don’t drink tea.. Have you investigated this?” He sighs heavily, “there’s no record of her. Anywhere.” I stepped back, stunned, “how could there be no information on her?” He shrugged his shoulders, and sat down on the chair. “Maybe he didn’t want anyone to find out about her.” But why?

“I want you to investigate y/n’s past.” He raises an eyebrow, “I will be killed.” I shut my eyes and looked at him with annoyance, “not her death. Her birth. There must be a reason why her sister was sent away.” He nodded his head and bowed then disappeared. I was called away.

~~~

“It’s crazy.” I sat in disbelief on my bed, our bed. Chan ran into the room with grief news. “But it’s true. She was born from a different mother and that’s where the sister is.” I shook my head and my hands wiped my face, Chan’s eyebrows carefully moved to his emotions “but then why would the queen kill herself after?” He smacked his lips, “she raised y/n as her own. She couldn’t have children, or so she thought until she gave birth to Daniel. But the king bedded another woman secretly to have an heir.” I laid back into my bed and looked at the ceiling. “He sent away her sister to the mother to keep the affair quiet,” I concluded. Chan patted my chest and laid down with me. It was silent for a few moments until I sat up suddenly. “We have to find her.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “There’s no way we could pull that off.” I licked my lips and chewed on the inside of my cheek. There is a way. “The king wants me to find a bride, I could say I’m searching for one.” But of course where would I even take her? I can’t take her here. It would have to be back at my home, my mansion. “Send word to my mother that I will be returning for a few days.” Chan exclaimed softly as his bright smile beamed and he patted my back, “we’re finally going home.”

~~~

“Welcome back, Felix.” My mother held out her arms to me which I felt obligated to fall into. She rubbed my back softly and hummed, “it’s so good to see you.” I broke away and she cupped my cheeks, “how are you, lix?” I sighed and hung my head low, “I wish I could say better.” She paused and tried to lead me inside. “I have to do an errand before I enter, would you mind having the servants prepare my room?” It was an excuse not to talk about things, because I knew she would ask. She smiled and sent me off with a wave. I walked the streets alone, without Chan. I always loved walking down the market, watching couples and families enjoy themselves. I always wanted to do this with y/n.

I get a harsh shove into my right shoulder, a man apologizes without looking back. I rubbed my shoulder when I noticed a fabric dragging on the ground, from a woman covering her face. My fingertips brushed against it as it passed by me. It’s royal silk, a beautiful pink. How would a commoner have this? I watched the figure walk away silently, ducking her head down so as not to be noticed. I get curious and begin to follow behind her.

I easily got stopped and bumped into the crowd. I see her turn into a side street. Which I walked into at a distance. I’m standing in the middle, where she’s nowhere to be found. I turn to leave, and there she is. Standing in front of me with a dagger up to my face. “Y/n?” Her eyes squint and she looks me up and down, scanning me. “Who are you and why are you following me?”

~~~

He doesn’t speak for a few moments. He’s speechless as his mouth is gaping a little open. “Well?” I stick the dagger closer to his neck. He clears his throat, “you look like someone I knew.” I scoffed and tilted my head, “y/n?” His eyes widen, I hear a shuffle behind me but I keep my eyes on him. He moves swiftly and fast, he grabs the dagger from his throat and swings it behind me. A man groans from behind me and he pulls me behind him. “We have to get out of here,” I cling onto his shoulder, “now.” I have no time to react as we start running in the opposite direction. He leads back into the crowd of the market.

He grabs my headpiece and wraps it around his shirt. “It’ll be better if we hide in plain sight.” I frown as I stare at him. “More like exposing myself,” my face is completely open and more of a target now. He unwraps his own waist piece and pulls it over my head, it’s soft but not silky. “The pink gives you away, royal silk is obvious.” I pause and stop in my tracks. “How’d you know it was royal silk?” He brings up my wrist as my jade bracelet dangles down my arm. “Just like this bracelet which is only for royals.” He drags me alongside him as the crowd starts to settle down. “I’ll walk you home, lead the way.”

“How do you know I have royal clothing?” He sighs as he pulls us out of the main streets. “I’m a royal too. Crown Prince Felix.” I remain blank. “Which is why I know the design of this.” He points to my jade bracelet, the engraving of it. “My wife, she had the same so I should be asking you. How do you have this?” I don’t say anything as I take a step back. “Hello, Yuna. Nice to meet my sister-in-law.”

~~~

She sighs heavily and crosses her arms in disgust. “So you know who I am.” I analyze her clothing more closely. The beading on her dress was made with no flaws but now hanging off from the misuse. Her pinks and beiges collide perfectly with each other but blue strapped to her head make her look common. I lean against the wall on my shoulder, “it was obvious, you’re twins.” She rolls her eyes and looks away, I guide her chin to turn towards me gently. “You’re almost the same person,” I scan her face for any scars or moles that could depict that she’s different from y/n. But nothing. Her eyes engrave into mine, her lips the same shade of pink, eyes the same shape as hers. But she’s not her.

She snaps her chin out of my reach. “But we’re not,” she picks up her dress and begins to walk past me. I follow her as she leads the way. A man pops out in front of me and yells, “boo!” Chan pulls off his hood. Yuna jumps back a bit. “God, what’s wrong with you?” He laughs uproariously and I groan and shake my head in my hands. I hear her giggle a bit and he turns his attention to her. “Whoa, you found her?” Yuna raises an eyebrow and looks at me for confirmation, “you were looking for me?” I sigh heavily and nod, “wasn’t it obvious? I knew who you were.” She blanks her face out and walks away, while Chan and I exchange a look and follow.

A pair of children are playing in front of us and are throwing a ball. I see her body release from tension as she watches them as we approach. “I know my sister died,” it’s silent between us. She stops in her tracks and slowly spins to me. “But why does that have anything to do with me?” I bite the inside of my cheek, “it doesn’t. But I just wanted to know if it was true, that she had a twin sister.” She flexes her fists into a ball, “I heard you’re looking for a bride,” there’s anger in her voice. I walk past her with Chan by my side and she closely keeps up. After a couple moments, I mention, “I have no intention of marrying another woman, no one will ever replace her.”

I hear her footsteps stop in place. “Everyone's replaceable,” Chan and I turn, standing frozen, staring at her. Something about her eyes is so familiar, like I've looked into them before. Like they’re sad, on the verge of tears, like y/ns. It must be a twin thing. “I mean you shouldn’t live your life in the past, she wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.” The ball accidentally launches our way and the children run to us. They bump into her and I stop them. “Return the bracelet,” the children look at each other. She looks at me weirdly, “now.” The kids bow their heads and hand me the bracelet that they stole from Yuna. They immediately apologize and get on their knees. “It’s okay, stealing isn’t the answer.” I hand them a bag with coins from Chan, which they gladly accept.

They run off and I turn to Yuna, who is standing astonished. “You might want this back,” I walk to her silently, holding out her jade bracelet. She clings onto it tightly and pulls it onto her wrist. “You’ve helped me twice today,” my mind flashes back to y/n. Her voice in sync with my memory, “If you did have an intention of marrying, you would be a good husband.” The resemblance is too much. My eyes flash to her wrist, a mole in the exact spot. Her eyes drive into mine, she looks away, as if she realizes she said something she shouldn’t have. “It scares me how alike they are,” I whisper to Chan. She clears her throat harshly, “before I was interrupted… I was showing you to my place.” I nod my head as she sways past us, she takes a sharp turn which causes us to skip ahead.

“Don’t mind the mess,” she holds down a handle and the door creaks awfully open. She nods her head to enter, Chan begins to walk but she pushes him back by his chest. “Not you… him only.” Chan widens his eyes and scoffs at her, his head twists to me. I raise my head and shoo him away. “Just take a walk, get snacks or something.” He rolls his eyes and storms away. “I don’t really trust him,” she mumbled to herself as she walked inside. But it was clear to me. Why? What made her feel that way?

She led me to a room, one with a table on the floor and silk bedding. I presume it’s her room. The appearance of the outside is destroyed, but inside reveals a marvelous haven. There’s a shelf of books, books no ordinary girl would have. I reach out to grab one. “So my sister really did a number on you.” My hands freeze in motion and flutter to my side. “What do you mean by that?” She suddenly begins to cower, placing the pot on the table. “You’re the crown prince, by marriage right?” I sigh heavily and look at the seat in front of her. “I’m not really supposed to talk about it. It’s sort of illegal.”

I sit in front of her as she pours the liquid into a cup beside me. “What could I do? People don’t even know I exist.” She munches on the cookie next to her. “Technically I’m not the crown prince.” Her brows furrow as she sips on her drink, “you know of her death, correct?” She chokes on her drink. She pats her chest and gasps, she stutters, “yes I know she’s.. gone. But not how it happened.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, dreading to relive the moments and explain what happened.

“She died before I could marry her, the morning of to be exact. She was murdered and I wasn’t allowed to investigate.” Her eyes drop into sorrow, deep with understanding and remorse for me. “You came to look for me, was it because you wanted to know more about her?” I shook my head, “no. I just wanted to see if the rumors are true, some part of me wishes it was her. But you’re not your sister, and I won’t imply you are anymore.” It’s silent between us. She reaches for her drink and stares at me, “you’re not drinking your tea?” I had forgotten all about it. “No, I don’t drink tea anymore.” The painful reminder of y/n, how she tried to make the world go away by it. Yuna bites her bottom lip as if tempted to say a secret.

I decided to try to get more information about her. “Have you ever met her?” Her eyes dart up to mine, eyes wide and she licks her lips to bide time. To utter simple words, “no.” I narrowed my eyes, “You never wondered to meet her? Not a single drop of curiosity?” I simply don’t believe it when she shakes her head no. I sit back a bit and smile unconvincingly. I sigh heavily, “I wish I could be more to Daniel.” When I brought up his name, I saw a slight twinkle in her, a glimpse of pain. It was something no one would easily notice, but it’s my job to recognize things. “Your little brother in fact, he was so destroyed by everything. The queen mother died of a broken heart by the death of y/n. I couldn’t comfort him, I was grieving myself.” My eyes begin to water without me being able to control it.

Her hand reaches over the table and clings onto my arm. “I’m so sorry,” her thumb rubs against me softly. “I had no idea how much it affected everyone.” My hand rests on hers, “you didn’t know. It’s alright.” I blink back my tears and wipe my face. She suddenly gets up from in front of me and comes by my side. She crouches to my level. She grabs the cloth that I used to conceal her and brushes it across my tear streams. “I don’t want you to hurt, I want to take your pain away.” Her words hit me so deep, so close to my heart. I wish she were y/n, so I could hold her close and kiss her. To have her in my arms again and never let her go.

~~

His eyes slowly travel and wander into mine. “You can’t, only she can.” He slowly takes the cloth from my hands and into his lap. “You said I was like her, let me help you.” I cup my hands around his face, “treat me like I was her. Pretend I am her and let me handle the pain.” He furrows his brows confused and shakes his head, “why? You’re doing this because you pity me?” I frown and try my best to explain, “no, because you saved me and I want to repay you.” I lean in and admire him, his sun-kissed freckles and hazel eyes. Looking so deep into mine. “Just let go,” I feel his breath against my lips and inch my way slowly. Our lips don’t connect as he puts them against my neck and he groans, he pulls me away by my arms and just stares. Completely shocked and completely entranced.

He doesn’t wait to connect his lips again. He sighs as if he’s finally letting himself relax. He’s groping at my clothes and leading me into his lap. So hungry for comfort and love. He claws at my buttons and tries his best to softly undo them. It’s taking too long and my body is beginning to feel on fire. I could care less if he’s imagining my sister instead of me, I just want him. I break away from him and undo them myself, I try to lead him back but he pulls away. “Should we be doing this?” He’s out a breath already and salvaging his strength. I stand up and drag the dress down my shoulders, achingly slow. “I want this.” He shakes his head and his hands pull my dress back up. “I can’t do this,” he looks faint and white. He can’t shake that he knows that he’s been the only one to touch me. So, he couldn’t leave me impure and unwed. Even if it’s a secret.

~~~

My head is spinning and I can’t look at her straight. Her face drops immediately and she turns away to readjust her dress. “I didn’t come here for this, I came to take you. And now that I’ve touched you, I have to take responsibility for you.” She seems to wipe her face, and breathes harshly. “Take me where?” I let silence overcome us until she realizes. And turns towards me angrily, “you want to take me to the palace? You’re out of your mind!” I try to reason with her and explain but she shushes me. Her hand rolls off her hair in disbelief, “explain to me why I should even bother to go. My own sister died in that place, she was murdered! And no one is allowed to investigate or even question what happened!” Her hands bang against the shelf, and she lays her head against it. “I will not go there just to be killed for existing. Just for my presence.”

I walk to her cautiously, my hand hovers over her skin. The skin I was touching so recklessly earlier. I lightly took her arm to face me, “you don’t have to go. But I want to make sure you’re taken care of, and since I’ve seen you in that way… I have to keep my duty and respect, and marry you.” She smiled lightly at the words. Her eyes stare at the contact, she shrugs her shoulders and looks up. “You have to ensure I won’t get hurt, that nothing will happen to me, if I say yes.” I nod my head and show her a sympathetic smile. “I want to take you to my home first.” Her eyebrow raises and her eyes crease, “to your home?”

~~~

We arrive with Chan leading us. Her head is concealed and so am I. We walk inside and Chan looks around to see if the halls are clear. He instructs us to go and I grab a hold of her hand, rushing her into my room. “Make sure no one comes inside,” I whisper to Chan and order him to stand outside of the door. I turn and watch her wander around my room. She lets her hood slip down, “this is where you live, hm? Didn’t take it that you were a pampered little lord before royalty.” I smile awkwardly as she walks around the room, her hips sway as her dress follows her movements. Y/n always was graceful, her motions would flutter my heart and she was truly beautiful. She had such a way with her movements, a performer.

I grabbed the box from the table beside my bed, containing the matching wedding ring to mine. She noticed me standing awkwardly and walked to me. I made no action or effort to explain as I slipped the ring on her fingers. “It’s beautiful,” she admired the crystals. Blue and white diamonds. It fit perfectly as it slid on like butter. Looking just as it was on y/n. I walked away to face a nightmare awaiting me.

“Felix?” I snapped to the balcony, where Daniel is standing with tears and distraught. He begins to sob and runs to Yuna. “You’re alive!” He jumps into her legs, screaming with joy but she pushes him away. Pushes him so harshly that he falls to the ground. He falls with a thump and looks up at her, “y/n?” The scene hurts my heartstrings, and I can’t move, can’t explain. He scans her from head to toe. “It’s me- Daniel. Don’t you remember?” Her head hangs low and she tries to help him up. He crawls away from her, shaking his head. My legs finally move and I get him up from the floor. “Why are you doing this?” His eyes begin to tear up again and his bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know you-“ her voice breaks as she backs away. Her hand clings to her chest as she breathes hard. “How could you say that? I’m your brother, your little brother!”

He stomps his foot down and reaches out his hand, holding a book. “You would read this to me, every night you would read to me.” Her bottom lip is trapped between her lips. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me-“ Tears begin to flow down his cheeks. But she stands just staring at him, nothing behind her eyes. He drops the book at her feet, “I wish you didn’t come back, I wish you stayed dead.” I stared at Daniel as he said those words, it seemed to shatter something inside Yuna. She falls backwards onto the bed and Daniel runs out of the room. Chan runs inside and I yell to run after him.

~~~

Yuna wouldn’t speak to me after that. She didn’t eat for the rest of the day and Chan drew her a bath to soothe her. But when he tried to encourage her, she sent him away. She just sat on my bed, staring into oblivion. “Yuna, I’m going to take you to the bath.” She didn’t look at me as I picked her up into my arms. I walked her to the bath and tried to tell her to get in. “Please,” I begged and she finally looked at me. I turned away as she undressed and went in. The bath was built into the floor and was filled with aromas and petals. I turned once she was inside and scrubbed her back. She wouldn’t move and I tried my best to help her.

I put her to bed but she dressed herself. I made sure she would. She turned away from me in the bed. “Yuna, tell me what’s wrong.” A tear slid down her cheek and she broke out into sobs. She cradled the blanket into her chest. I rubbed her shoulder which caused her sleeve to fall down. I noticed a burn on her lower neck which was not there before. Then I noticed she stopped moving. “Yuna?” I shook her but she didn’t move. I rolled her to face me and she wasn’t responding. I yelled out to Chan to get help. No, no. This can’t happen again. I carried her in my arms and ran out with no regard for who would see her. Servants followed behind me and I couldn’t shake off their faces, their fear. I ran to the doctor’s quarters and placed her on the bed.

I ordered him to help her and he immediately ran to work. “Poison,” he muttered and my skin wanted to scream. It burned and ached and my heart began to lose its beats. I forgot how to breathe and the walls began to close in. My vision began to get dark as I clutched her hand. “Felix,” the doctor tried to call my attention. I blocked him out of my mind and focused only on her. The marking on her neck worsened and then a shine hit my eye. I pulled her sleeve to reveal a needle sticking from the hem, dripping was her blood mixed with a green substance and I knew it was placed on purpose. Chan ran in behind me and yanked me out of the way. He led me out of the room and in the hall. “Where were you?!” I roared at Chan and he stood speechless. “Where were you when this happened?” He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, that’s when I noticed it. A marking the same as Yuna’s.

My eyes narrowed at him and I faced the wall to hide my realization. “I don’t really trust him,” Yuna’s voice rings my head. It finally clicked for me, all of this. Y/n’s death, her assassination, the poisoned needle in Yuna’s clothes. Chan had just as much authority as me to enter and escape secretly. Just as much power to kill. But why? Why would he do this? I punched the wall and yelled. My father, it’s the only reason. He may be dead but his business will live on. He wanted to train me as an assassin. He wanted to gain control of me. What better way to do that by manipulating and controlling my closest advisor? Chan, what a traitor. You killed y/n. Didn’t you? And I won’t let you get away with it.

The doctor comes out and immediately brings me back to the situation. “We’re going to need an antidote immediately. She’ll die without it.” We don’t have the resources here to look for one or create one. I have to get her out of here. “Quickly get a carriage ready to the palace,” I ordered and everyone scrambled to hurry. I stayed by her side the whole way and she was struggling to breathe and clenched her hand against mine. I tried to calm her and tell her she’ll be okay. Her neck had begun to turn green and swell. I recognize this. Of course, it’s my father’s poison. I’ve never seen it but I’ve heard of its effects. As soon as we arrived, I recited the antidote to the royal doctor and he immediately injected the serum into her.

Her chest began to rise and fall normally. The swelling went down and the green disappeared. I sighed in relief and ordered everyone to leave the room. I sat alone next to her, holding her hand and crying. Her eyes opened with a flick and she mumbled a light, “Felix?” I gasped in delight and shushed her. I gripped her hand and kissed it. “You’re okay, thank god.” I whimpered with my head down. Shaking my head back and forth. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died.” My voice is breaking and sounding pathetic, but I could care less. “I wouldn’t leave you again.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Again? “I wouldn’t dare die on you again. I just got you back.” Got me back? “Sleep, get some rest.” That’s all I told her and tried to push away the mumbles.

She pulled me back in. “Don’t you see me, lix?” Her hand brushes on my cheek, pulls me and whispers, “it’s me, lixie.” My tears continue to flow down my cheeks while I stare at her. “You’re not in the right mind-” she cut me off. “I love you.” My heart drops and I shudder away from her touch. This is too much, all I can think of is y/n. “Stop.” I tremble onto my feet and she falls asleep. My head cannot handle this. I don’t know what to think and just leave. Is it true? Is all of it true?

~~~

I wake up with my head pounding and the room is dark. So very dark. My vision clears up and I realize I’m back in Felix’s room. I turn to see Felix in the corner. Huddled up in a ball on a seat. He notices I’m awake and sits up quickly. He clears his throat as I sit up too. “God, what happened?” He hands me a cup of water and I swallow it whole. “You were poisoned.” My mouth gapes open and my mind flashes to last night. “You were out for a couple days.” I begin to feel my blood rush to my head as I want to scream out. My palm rushes to my head to try to ease my headache. I’m trying to remember the lost time when he blurts out unbelievable words. “I won’t marry you.” My eyes dart towards his direction. “What are you talking about? You won’t marry me?”

He stands up angrily and crosses his arms. “I won’t marry you. I’m sending you back.” My eyes water and I try to blink them back. “But why? Is it because of the poisoning? Did I do something wrong?” He doesn’t face me now and his arms drop to his side. “No,” he says simply as if he doesn’t owe me an explanation. “Is it because of my sister?” He turns in fury to me. “You almost died!” My chest rises up and down heavily. I get up from the bed. “But I’m not! You can’t blame me and punish me for something that I had no control over!” His fists tightened, “and no one should blame me for not knowing who killed y/n!” I take a step back, “what?” I say in disbelief and almost breathless.

“I won’t let you die in vain, not like she did. I can’t let this happen.” I scoffed, “she didn’t die in vain. I know that because she wanted to be happy and she was. And you have to trust that the person who killed her will eventually be revealed.” His expression changes heavily, as if something had clicked in his mind. He takes small steps closer to me. “You claimed you didn’t know her, and as you said she wanted to be happy, as if you did meet her.” My expression goes blank. “I do know her killer will be revealed,” he sets his hands on my shoulders and leans into my ear, “because..” His words are a husky whisper in my ear. “You know who killed your sister. Because it was you at the beginning, y/n.”

~~~

I caught her, so perfect in a lie. She steps back while shaking her head, fear in her eyes. “You switched places with her.” Her hand clasped over her mouth, concealing a cry of realization. She is starting to hyperventilate, and she clings to her chest. “Please- let me explain.” I give her no chance, and approach her, “you let me think you died! Do you know the pain I went through?!” She sobs loudly now and closes her eyes. I shake my head and my hands clench into a fist. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Her words are broken and full of heartbreak. She tries to calm herself down and explain, but I turn away.

“I switched places with her because I wanted her to experience being a princess and to be truly loved at least once… I wasn’t expecting her to die that day.” I snapped my head, “She said she loved me, as she lay dying in my hands.” I was screaming internally. Why? Why would she play with me like that? “She chose not to break her cover… for me.” She got on her knees in front of me, “please believe me. I had to keep playing like her, I couldn’t live in that place anymore.” I begin to tremble as I drop down too, “you couldn’t be with me? Be happy with me?! I would’ve treasured you and cared for you!” She breaks down even more and reaches for me. I reject her touch, “if you would’ve given me the chance. I would’ve made you happy.”

“Please, Felix. I’m still me!” A stray tear falls down my cheek and I struggle to swallow. “Felix, look at me!” She latches onto me and forces my head to her. “It’s me! Your y/n, your wife!” She rubs my cheek as she tries to soothe me, but it doesn’t. My heart feels as if it’s breaking. “You broke my heart, broke everyone’s heart. Daniel is suffering as much as me. And you think I can just forget that?” I bite my lip and hesitantly pry off her hands from me. “I can’t,” I walked away from her and out the door. I stood outside the door, holding it close and listening to her cries and pleas. It’s for the best.

~

I knocked on the door the next morning with maids following behind me. Y/n… She was sitting on the bed waiting. “Pack up her stuff and get her ready to travel.” She gasps in disbelief and stands up. “Leave us!” She says with such intensity the maids jump back. I nod at them to leave and they do. “Asshole!” I furrow my brows in confusion. She throws a pillow at me. Then a blanket. Then her shoes. All while yelling incoherent insults. Then she pushes me onto the bed while slapping and kicking me. Getting all her anger out. “How dare you try to send me away! I’m your wife. I love you and I want to be with you! I will not let you reject me!” I start to laugh, a real laugh. She stops in her tracks with a pillow above her head. She begins to giggle and smile when she notices I find her amusing.

“You’re hilarious,” she frowns and crosses her arms. “I’m supposed to be intimidating.” I sigh and she backs down and sits next to me on the bed. “Are you really gonna send me away?” She blinks at me with such hope in her eyes. “Give me a reason why I shouldn't.” She raises her shoulders at me in disbelief, “did you not hear my whole speech right now?” I smile and sit up. “What do I get out of this?” She throws the pillow at my head and tackles me. “A loving wife who listens to you!” I laugh again and watch her. She rests herself in my lap and it makes me anxious. She notices and gets self conscious too. “Are you not okay with this?” I look to the side, avoiding her gaze. I know I can’t say no to her, and she knows it too.

“Look at me,” she pulls my chin to her. “It’s me, lixie. Just as before.” Her hair is messy from all her playfulness. Her clothing is a beautiful shade of pink and hanging off her shoulders, her beautiful skin. So soft and smells of roses. Her beauty is unmatched and looks even more in this setting. Just us together. “You want to know what you get out of this?” I make eye contact with her and already know what she’s going to do. She begins to untie her dress and lets it slip off. I close my eyes and shutter when I feel her clothing slip down my legs and onto the floor.

~~~

He can’t avoid this. You won’t let him. You place his hands on your breasts and he gasps. “My god-” He whispers to himself and he can’t resist as his eyes open. He practically devours you with his gaze. “This is what married people do,” you begin to rock your hips against his covered length. He bites his bottom lip and whimpers. “The best part…” you begin to moan which causes him to get more comfortable. He lets out a sigh of relief, “making love.” He sits up and attaches his lips to your chest. Slowly traveling across your skin with wet kisses and getting to your breasts. You let out a moan of pleasure so loud, you feel almost embarrassed. Almost. But not enough to stop your hunger.

You yank his hair up so you can press your lips to him. He moans in your mouth and the feeling is incredible. Finally, After so long. You moan into his mouth and his hips push up into you, needing more. He grabs your hips and pushes you under. He begins to strip off his clothes with no regard. You take the opportunity to get more comfortable and drag yourself onto the pillows and under the sheets. “Come here,” he whispers and leaps next to you. You giggle and attach your lips again. He slowly thrusts inside you which causes you both to moan out loud. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles softly against your lips. “God, you feel so good.” He can’t help but snap up into you.

You moan breathlessly as he begins to take a rhythm. He stares into your eyes, so lustful and lovingly. He leans next to your ear, “my little princess huh?” His hand sneaks to your breast, pinches your nipple gently. “Thinking you could just get away with it?” He pinches it mercifully which causes you to whimper, “imma show you all that you missed.” His hand lets go off your nipple and gains a new target. His thumb circles your clit which causes you to let out a scream like moan. He starts to speed up his movements when you get more loud. You feel as if you could cry as your moans turn into whimpers. “Is my wife too fucked out, hm? Can’t take it?” Your body begins to twitch as you grip his arm. “Fuck, Lix. Just make me finish!” He laughs satisfactorily in your ear and licks it teasingly.

He covers your mouth as you get louder. “I love your noises but we don’t want anyone to interfere.” You roll your eyes as you feel the build up slowly being released. Your body snaps and it all let go, making you tremble and let out a final moan. He pulls out and watches the liquid fall out of you. He smirks at his masterpiece and pulls away but you grip his length. He winces and stares at you. You rub up and down his length, “I want you to finish inside me.” You place it at your entrance and he chokes down a smile. “Just can’t help yourself huh? Want my babies too?” He re enters and you whimper at the overstimulation. “I do, Lixie. I want your babies.”

He practically finishes at your words. It was so sudden, you laughed shocked. He moaned in your ear which made the butterflies in your tummy appear. “That easy huh?” You teased him and he laughed as he flopped on his side. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight. “I’m never gonna let you go again.” You smiled and drew hearts on his chest, “and I’m never gonna leave.” He clears his throat, “this might be a bad time but..” You look up at him. “I know who killed your sister.” I sit up confused. “Don’t worry, I took care of it already.” I blink at him blankly. “Why do you think Chan hasn’t been around?”

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A/n: Thanks so much for the kind comments and waiting so long for this storyyy. But this isn’t the end. What if I told you they met again in another life? Well that story is for another day so.. Stay Tuned for “Mama’s boy!”

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Coffee pt.V

A/N: I wanted to make this longer because you guys waited so long for it, which I sincerely apologize for, but I kept getting busy with my papers and then I got sick twice so it was kind of hard, but I'm slowly getting better, and I hope my writing is too, so I will be posting the next part by Sunday, and hopefully, I will start making it so I post every Sunday! Thank you guys for all of your support and I hope you like the next part! Also, this is kind of a slow burn, but when I write smut, I will make sure it is heavily detailed

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: None tbh

part I part II part III part IV

Jeongin finally got home, groaning as he fell into his bed only to be met by the wrath of Seungmin. “Jeongin, what the fuck did you do to y/n? She cried to me for 20 minutes straight while vomiting.”

“I just gave her coffee, and might have told Han to put a ton of salt in it, and then made her drink the entire thing,” he said with a groan. “But she deserves it, she is the one who ghosted me on the first day of school, and then acted oblivious about it.” 

“What do you mean she ghosted you, she hasn’t been on a date since junior year, I should know because we got ice cream after and she explained to me in, disgustingly heavy detail, about how they made out. But that’s beside the point, that doesn’t allow you to fucking poison her.” Jeongin looked at Seungmin puzzled, “What do you mean she hasn’t gone on a date in two years, we literally matched on Tinder and set up a date at The View, she gave me her number and everything.” 

“Dude, y/n hates Tinder with a passion. She’s one of those people who need to “meet people organically” and shit. Not to mention, she doesn’t like hookups and that’s what she thinks Tinder is for.” Seungmin said, hopping on his bed. “What do you mean this account isn’t hers?” Jeongin through his phone to Seungmin. He started scrolling through the picture on her profile “Hate to tell you man, but these pics are from her insta from like high school, don’t you think she would want to add new pics.” he rolled his eyes. “What number did they give you because I know for a fact it can’t be y/n’s,” Seungmin asked throwing the phone back to Jeongin. 

“It was XXX-XXX-XXXX,” Jeongin read out loud after finding “your” contact. “Yeah, that’s not y/n’s number. I hate to tell you dude, but you got catfished and then harmed my best friend in the process.” Seungmin said, throwing a pillow at Jeongin’s face. “You better fucking apologize because I know for a fact that she’s too much of a people's pleaser to not get mad at you and say it was ‘just an accident’ on your part.” 

“Fuck” Jeongin groaned rubbing his hand over his face. He had no idea that the reason he was mad at you was all based on a lie, if he knew it wasn’t you, he had to prove to you that he was truly sorry for what you did. 

You finally got back to your dorm room, your entire body still hurting from vomiting in the library's bathroom. You don’t think Jeongin did it on purpose, I mean you know he hates you, but he wouldn’t purposely do that to you… right? You decided not to think about it, going to take a shower in hopes of getting the smell of vomit off your body and breathe. 

After you got out of the shower, you heard a knock at your door. Still in your towel, you went to crack it open a bit only to see Jeongin in front of you. “Could we please talk?” he asked, head tilting to the side. “Umm, yeah, come in and let me quickly get changed,” you said while closing the door. 

You quickly ran into your room, throwing on a hoodie and some shorts, still embarrassed by him seeing you in a towel. You let him in, still a bit confused about what was going on. “Would you like to sit down?” pointing to your bed. As he sat down, you just rocked back awkwardly on your feet.

Before he could even say anything you spoke up. “Did you get the money I put on your bed for your dry cleaning? I hope you saw the note as well, I just wanted to apologize for spilling coffee on such an expensive shirt. I should have been watching where I was going, so it was my fault anyway.” 

Before you could finish your tangent, he interrupted you. “You should not be the one apologizing, I mean yes, I got the money for dry cleaning, but you shouldn’t have had to do that. I was being a dick to you and I want to apologize for everything I have done to you.”

“Oh” was all you could say still unsure if he was being sincere or not. “Can I please just explain everything to you, and then you can go back to hating me?” he pleaded. “I don’t hate you?” you say a bit puzzled. “I mean sure, I don’t ever want to talk to you after everything you have done to me for the four weeks, but I could never hate someone without hearing their side of their story,” you said so sincerely that Jeongin could feel his heart beating against his chest. 

After everything he has done to you, the belittling, pouring his drink on you, yelling at you, and forcing you to drink that god-awful drink; you still didn’t hate him. “Why are you so fucking nice?” you could hear a bit of anger in his voice. “What happened to the person who said I would have to ‘grovel at their feet’? Like seriously no one can be that nice all the time.” he said looking directly into your eyes. 

“Okay, if you don’t want to be the way I usually am, to everyone no matter what they do to me, I can be that way.” you began raising your voice a bit, your cheeks turned red as anger filled your entire body. “I do not understand what the fuck I did to make you hate me so much, like I get the whole coffee incident because yeah that was a dick move, but you were the one that ran into me. Not to mention, I was just trying to enjoy that party, but you decided to be an asshole, and not only go against our bet but throw another drink on me. And then after all of that, have the audacity to pretend to apologize, but put fucking salt in my drink causing me to vomit my guts out.” 

As you finally calmed down, taking a breath, you tried to see his face for anything. He was stoic, not a single feature on his face moved from when you first began talking. “Are you going to say anything or are you just gonna sit there with that blank dumb look on your face?” 

You were still agitated, before you could speak up, he began talking. “The reason I got mad at you was because I thought you ghosted me.” 

“What!” you exclaimed, “How the fuck could I ghost you if we didn’t even know each other existed or even talk before me spilling coffee on you?” 

“If you let me explain” Jeongin went on, “It was because I thought we were talking on Tinder because someone catfished on you, and before you interrupt me again, I know you don’t believe in dating apps. When I told Seungmin everything, he told me how you don’t believe in them and then when we compared your number to the one I was given, they weren’t the same.” he rambled on while you were still standing in front of him. 

“So then, I thought you were purposely ignoring me after we had such meaningful conversations, so I got frustrated. I waited in at The View for like thirty minutes for you to show up for our date, but it wasn’t actually you and I had no idea, so I was walking to class and when I saw you, I tried running up to you and asking you if you just forgot or had a scheduling conflict, but then you bumped into me and just apologized, barely acknowledging me, so I got frustrated. That’s why I kept doing everything, I was trying to get you to notice me, but I was also taking all of my anger out on you.” 

“If you want me to leave I can, but I just needed you to know the whole truth y/n.” He said getting up off your bed. You felt your tense shoulders loosen up a little, still trying to process all the information he had just told you. “So you’re telling me, all of this could have been resolved or never had happened if you just communicated with me,” you said while walking up to him. “Yeah” he said while scratching the back of his neck confused about what you were doing next. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, you put me through so much, for no reason. And I apologized to you on numerous accounts and you still didn’t tell me any of this?” you said while walking up to him, mere inches separating your faces. It was your turn to look up at him, waiting for any kind of response from him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said while giving you his signature puppy dog eyes, hoping that it would lessen your anger towards him, that you would go back to your overly kind and joyful self. 

“Get out of my dorm, right now or so help me god.” 

He quickly scurried out of your dorm apologizing once again, running back to the house. As he got back to his room, he saw Seungmin on his bed, scrolling on his phone. “Jeongin, your conversation with them is already over? I thought you guys would talk for longer or something. y/n is quite the talker, she feels the need to listen to all sides of the story and even that doesn’t shut her up. It’s like she always has something to say.” 

“She kicked me out of her dorm” he said, taking off his shoes and placing them back in his closet. “She did what!” yelled Seungmin loud enough for Changbin out in the hall to hear them. 

He entered their shared dorm room, still sweating from the gym. “Who did what?” he asked, his voice booming per usual. “Nothing, just Jeongin being an absolute fucking imbecile,” Seungmin said, not having to even look up at who was talking. “Makes sense, most people are idiots their first year of college” he said while leaving their room, shutting the door behind him. 

“What should I do” Jeongin groaned into the palm of his hands, sitting on his bed. “She was like full-out mad, but it’s kind of my fault, I pushed her into yelling at me.” 

“She yelled!” Seungmin screamed as he sat up. “In all my life, never have I ever heard her yell, or get mad at someone. You are in deep shit dude.” 

“You don’t think I know?” Jeongin said flopping on his bed. “Do you think she will ever forgive me?”

“I don’t even know why you still want to talk to her. I thought you hated her?” Seungmin said turning his head to look at Jeongin. 

“I don’t hate her, I mean I did, but getting to know her, seeing her in class, and seeing how nice she is to everyone, I want to get to know her.” 

“Then maybe, you shouldn’t have been a dick to my best friend!” Seungmin exclaimed, “Plus, I know for a fact she’s going to start ignoring you and running away whenever you try to talk to her, so you are fucked.” Jeongin just groaned the only way he was going to see you now was in your shared classes and even then you were going to ignore him. 

While Jeongin and Seungmin were talking, you were ranting to Sana in your dorm, explaining everything that happened. “So you are telling me, he was an idiot, fell for a catfish, and then took all his anger out on you?”

You just nodded your head, sipping on the coffee that she brought you. “Yeah, I just hope I never have to purposely talk to him again, but I think that might be hard because we share a few classes, and he’s friends with Seungmin.” 

“Don’t worry, there are over a hundred kids in each of your classes, you won’t be forced to sit next to him or something,” Sana said, stealing a sip of your coffee and then going back to her side of the dorm. But little did you both know, that fate had other plans. 

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