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back2bluesidex · 10 months

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Forbidden - KNJ (18+)

Pairing: Professor!Namjoon X Student!Fem reader

Theme: SMUT, PWP, Forbidden relationship au.

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

Word count: 1813

Warnings: professor fucking a student, cumming on her ass, strong language, spanking, slut shaming, Joon hits it from behind, unprotected sex (it's a no no), domish Namjoon.

Minors are NOT welcomed in this blog!!

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Forbidden - “Not permitted or allowed”

There is not a single part of the definition that you don’t understand -- Yet you can't help it.

All of your life you have been an exemplary kid. Be it academics, be it code of conduct, be it discipline, you have always excelled in everything. But you were never nosy about it. You kept yourself humble but quite reserved at the same time. You know well which lines cannot be crossed and which ones can, that too, when you should cross them.

With a pair of big doe eyes and a heart full of enthusiasm, you stepped into this university. All set to achieve your dream degree.

However, some of it changed when this one particular person walked into your life.

“I clearly remember asking everyone to do their own parts even if it’s a group project. Didn’t I?” Kim Namjoon, your physics professor, says with his baritone voice. Hints of anger evident in his expression.

“Yes, professor.” You and your project partners chant in unison.

“But I got this feeling that two of you haven’t even written a single word.” Namjoon crosses his hands on his chest as he supports his weight on the table. Your eyes follow his every movement. The way his chest flexes against his tight turtleneck, it's illegal. You inhale sharply trying to shoo away the intrusive thoughts that are starting to cloud your mind.

“No professor! We did as we were told” one of your partners almost shouts in her defense. You resist the urge of rolling your eyes. You know Namjoon is right, because you were the one to do the entire project. Park Sun Mi was way too busy with her baseball captain boyfriend and Lee Jae Min was way too high to come down and use that one left brain cell to do the project. You had no choice but to do the entire thing alone. You can’t afford to lose points because of your unworthy partners, even if that means giving them the scores they clearly don’t deserve.

“Is that so? Then you should have no problem in appearing for a test based on the project in my office after your class hours.” their mouths fall open at Namjoon’s suggestion.

“But professor-” Jaemin starts but Namjoon cuts him off,

“No ifs and buts. Report directly to me after your classes are over. Is that clear?” Namjoon says in a very authoritative tone. There is no room for any objection any more. Neither that you would ever object, you would rather spend an hour or two taking an unnecessary test in his presence than going home and resting.

“Yes professor.” again you three answer in unison.

“Leave” your professor orders. You are about to turn your heels when he orders again, “Y/N, I need to talk to you. You two leave.” You catch Sunmi rolling her eyes at you.

Your heart reacts faster than your mind. It starts to beat menacingly in an instant and you don't know how to act normal. You can’t really wrap your head around the fact that you are getting a piece of time to spend alone with the man of your dreams, your guilty pleasure, your forbidden desire, Kim Namjoon. You are so lost in your head that you didn’t even notice that Namjoon has been ogling your exposed legs. However, he soon composes himself and clears his voice to claim your attention.

“Y/N… I didn’t expect that from you.” His voice is mixed with disappointment and anger, maybe?

First of all, this is the first time in two semesters’ time, he has called you by your first name only, no suffix or prefix to burden the weight. Secondly, you don’t know why but, him being angry with you sends tingles down your spine. It definitely should not be like this. Had it been any other time, you would have probably sulked or cried your eyes out because you disappointed your mentors but…. This time it’s different. This time it's Namjoon.

You don’t say anything in your defense. You know Namjoon understood that you did the entire project alone the very moment he read it, when it was supposed to be a “group” project. You are no better than your partners. You were on your way to give them free points for your own selfish needs. So, you hang your head low, avoiding his eyes.

He marches towards where you are standing and comes to stand right in front of you.

You curse at the proximity he has chosen to tease you with.

“sorry, professor” you apologize with your small voice.

“I think you are intelligent enough to know that your apology will not be enough, Y/N” he breathes out. The anger and disappointment in his voice are now gone, now those are replaced by something akin to darkness.

“Professor, I-” You are immediately interrupted as Namjoon puts his index finger below your chin and tilts your face up to make you meet his eyes. Another round of shivers run down your spine as you perceive his siren eyes and the looming mischief in them.

“Don’t you think you deserve some punishment?” Namjoon takes a step towards you as you take a step back.

“You have been acting like a bad girl lately-” another step.

“-bad girls deserve punishment and I knows how to treat brats like you.” your ass comes into contact with the first row of desks. With blown out pupils you stare at your professor and try to comprehend the meaning behind his words. He, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying the way you are already submitting yourself to him.

“Profe–” he cuts you off again,

“Shhh– turn around” he orders and you comply without sparing a second thought. Your morals and rationality have feld through the open window long ago.

You turn around and stand back-facing him. He places one of his giant hands on your shoulder and lowers your upper body down enough to perk your ass up. Your heart thumps as if it would burst out of your chest any given moment. Anticipation of what might happen in the very next moment, makes you leak. For a moment you think that you are dreaming. There is no way your daydreams are taking the shape of reality, you ain’t that lucky. But the next moment, you are proved wrong, when you feel Namjoon’s rough hands brushing right below your skirt’s hem. He bunches your skirt up and reveals the supple flesh of your perked ass. One of his palms creases down your butt through the thin material of your panty. He hooks two of his fingers on the hem of your underwear and pulls that down in an instant.

And before you could accept the fact that you are now butt-naked in front of your hot professor, thinking of whom you hit your high every other night, a tight slap lands on your right ass. You yelp, eyes start stinging with tears right away.

“For working on the entire project alone.” Namjoon groans.

“Fuck” you curse out loud.

Another slap lands at the same spot. “For concentrating more on my arms and thighs than the white board.” You gasp for air.

Another slap. “For wearing these short skirts and driving me crazy.”

Fuck, did you really drive him crazy?

The last slap lands on the same spot. “For making me do something so forbidden.”

You are drooling, both by mouth and cunt, by the end of the spanking session. Namjoon massages the fat of your ass as his other hand travels towards your cunt. He drags his slender fingers through your slit once and then parts your folds to gain access to your clit. You start to breathe heavily but stay still and let him do whatever he pleases.

“Tell me to stop before I do something wrong, Y/N” his thick voice causes you to leak more.

“No. don’t stop. I- I have wanted you, professor, for a long time now.”

“You nasty little slut, do you think it’s okay to fancy your professor like this?” Namjoon says through his gritted teeth. All the while, his fingers probe into your cunt bringing a delicious friction and stretch with them.

“Fuck! So tight!” Namjoon exclaims. The more he discovers your tightness, the more his nails dig into your ass.

You moan some incoherent curses and those arouse Namjoon even more.

“You like it, don’t you? You like being corrupted? By the professor you desire? Hmm? A model student like you but so nasty inside?” He says with his husky voice.

“Yes, professor. For you, only for yo-ah fuck” Your head starts to spin when he scissors his digits and stretch your walls even more.

“For me? Yeah? Then do you want my cock?” he presses his thumb on your clit.

“Yes. please.” you choke out, and that’s the confirmation Namjoon needed. He removes his hands from your body once for unbuckling his belt and setting his cock free. Once the deed is done, he slaps his thick meat on your ass. And fuck, you never knew you had so much of juice left inside of you cause you are leaking again.

“Spread your legs.” he orders and you comply.

He enters you bit by bit. At first it's just the tip and then he is half inside and then he is balls deep into you. The stretch is dreamy, far better than what you imagined and you want it all.

“Should I move now?” His considerate voice makes your heart flutter and that’s a territory you don’t want to cross. You nod and he slams his hip into you.

You arch your back. Namjoon wraps his hand on your waist to keep you in place as he starts thrusting into you mercilessly.

The desk starts shaking violently but he doesn’t stop, neither do you want him to. You don’t even care if anyone is hearing you two doing things you definitely should not. With a vice-like thrust he hits your g-spot and your cream his cock without any warning.

“Fuckfuckfuck” namjoon curses as he struggles to keep the pace. You know he is close as well. He pulls out his cock and cums all over your ass. His cum drips down the globe of your ass down your thighs and the scene alone makes him wanna fuck you again. However, he is a man of control.

He let the beast out once and that should be enough. He knows you are a forbidden fruit and he should not touch you ever again. But the question is, can he contain himself? Especially when you turn around and seal your soft, sweet lips into a tempting kiss while both of you are still naked enough to start fucking again? Especially when you are so willing to be ruined by him and the bad boy in him roars to life.

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#bts smut #namjoon smut #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts x you #namjoon fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #BBHTY series

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fanfiction4sooya · 7 months

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Masterlist

Hi guys! Just quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam on my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: Bada Lee, NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Proud to be yours (BP Rosé x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG: -

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

VIVIZ: -

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee:

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

NoZe:

Lee Jung:

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lomlhwa · 1 year

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pose for me (j.wy)

pairing: boudoir photographer!wooyoung x model!reader

preview: you take a job as a model for a world renowned photographer. obviously, your boudoir photo shoot wasn't supposed to escalate to a sex tape.

tags/warnings: fem reader, boudoir photography, sex tape filming, big dick!wooyoung, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), breast play, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, marking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: all filming and photography is CONSENTED explicity, multiple times.

wc: 1.6k

song recs for this fic: desire by ateez, tail by sunmi, no manners by superm, cyber sex by doja cat

a/n: the header is actually what inspired the whole plot of this fic. don't ask why i chose woo for this one either. bro just gave the right vibes ig. enjoy photographer wooyoung

this is it. unit 6 of the apartment building the photographer’s manager had directed you to.

this is actually pretty surreal to you. you’re meeting up with world renowned photographer, jung wooyoung. he’s known for photographing celebrities but he hasn’t done that in quite some time.

he’s shifted his expertise to boudoir photography for up and coming models. you just so happen to be one of those models.

but, you’re not really here to make a name for yourself in the modeling industry. you’re really here to just meet wooyoung. you’ve heard… things from other models in your company. things about how their sessions escalated to technically unprofessional events.

now, of course you’re not here to try and lose your career. but you want some proof towards the rumors of wooyoung’s skills.

and size.

you knock on the door. four times. you hear some shuffling behind the door before a beautiful man opens the door. the wind is almost knocked out of you when he opens the door.

“y/n?” you nod, holding out your hand for a handshake. “you must be mr. jung” you smile. “please, call me wooyoung. this is only a mildly professional environment” he steps out of the way, ushering you into his apartment.

you move to take your red heels off but wooyoung placed his hand on your shoulder. “i think those heels will suit a set of lingerie i have” he says, his voice sounding silky smoothing. he sounds like honey in your head. you nod, leaving your heels on.

you shimmy your coat off and put it on a hanger. he hands you a lacy, shimmery set of red lingerie. he was right, your heels do suit this set. “you can go put it on in the room down the hall. that’s my make-shift dressing room for models.”

you walk down the hall and walk into the room. you close the door behind you and make sure to lock it. yes, you’re partially here to get laid but you’d like to be consensually naked in front of him rather than because you’re being watched.

you finish putting on the lingerie and examine yourself in the mirror. you look good. you look… fuckable. you put on some light red makeup and some red glittery gloss. you pout your lips in the mirror. kissable.

you put on the fluffy white bathrobe left in the room for you to wear until the shoot officially starts. you walk back out to the main room to see wooyoung setting up a pink backdrop and adjusting the props. the props include; broken up angel wings to make you look like a fallen angel, a halo painted black, and a mattress that’s been cut into and parts have been splashed with black and red paint. clearly, he planned a whole concept for you. you appreciate this aspect of his work.

“oh, you’re ready?” wooyoung says, finally noticing your presence in the room. you nod, sudden nerves hitting you. “the set fits perfectly” you smile. “i followed the exact measurements you sent me. i would hope it fit” he laughs lightheartedly.

you walk further into the room, walking over to the section of the room with the backdrop. you examine the props that he prepared for you. they’re quite interesting to look at. they really suit everything you’re already wearing.

“are you ready to get on with the shoot, y/n?” his voice breaks the silence so suddenly that you jump a little. “yes, i’m ready” you remove your robe and stand in front of the ripped up mattress.

“how do you want me first?” you break his longing gaze on your body. “on your stomach, head in your hands, legs up behind you” he explains. getting into seductive positioning immediately was expected.

you get into the requested position and try to get comfortable. he places the painted halo on your head, adjusting it to be slightly crooked. he hesitated for a moment before running his thumb over your bottom lip. he smudges your red gloss over your chin, making it look like you’d been kissed a whole bunch.

“that’s better” he says, his voice low and almost seductive. you smile at him. you hope you look good. good enough to fuck.

he walks away from you, getting behind his camera. he adjusts it a few times before seeming satisfied with its position. he clicks a few photos before groaning. are you doing something wrong?

“you don’t look, fallen angel-ish enough” he says, sliding his fingers through his hair. he sighs, contemplating what to do to fix what he finds to be lacking. he stands there, looking at you and thinking. you almost wish you could read his mind. what is he thinking right now? “get up” he says. you roll off the mattress and get up onto your feet. “is something wrong? what’s-” he cuts you off with his lips on yours. his tongue darts out, almost like he’s trying to get a taste of your cherry red gloss. if he could, he would probably be eating your lips.

“i know what’s missing” you whisper into his lips. you slide your hands down his body, ending up on your knees. you fumble with his belt buckle for a moment before getting undone. you slide it out of the loops in his pants and place it on the floor. you undo the button on his dress pants and slide them along with his underwear down to mid-thigh. his cock is… big, to say the least. the rumors about this part are true.

he rushes to grab his camera. he turns it on the recording setting. “mind if i film our little encounter?” he asks. you shake your head. “i don’t mind at all” you smile sheepishly at him.

you take him into your hand, stroking him softly. you look up at him with big doe eyes. your messy lips and big eyes almost made him cum on the spot. he bites his lip as your hand speeds up its motions. he throws his head back, his own hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

you stick your tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on his tip. you take his tip into your mouth entirely, swirling your tongue around it. you take your hands of and nudge your head down his length further. he takes this opportunity to fuck your mouth.

saliva builds up in your mouth with every pass of his cock in your throat. you can’t even take all of it in your mouth, even with the tip passing your uvula. you cough around his length, more saliva spilling out of your mouth. a puddle is gathering on the floor between your knees.

he holds your head steady as his seed spills into your throat suddenly. you gag, the saltiness overtaking your tastebuds. you remove your mouth from his half-hard length, swallowing his seed. you wipe your mouth, the gloss staining your hand.

wooyoung helps you off your numb knees, holding your hand up to his mouth. he licks the gloss remnants off the back of your hand. he adjusts the recording camera to face the mattress. he then connects his lips to yours, nibbling on your lips. he backs you up towards the battered mattress. he helps you lower yourself onto the mattress.

he removes your bright red panties and throws them across the room. he settles himself between your legs. he doesn’t intend to enter you just yet. he has a fascination with your breasts. he has since you took your robe off. he wants to touch them.

“arch your back” you do as told and he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. he does it with one hand. impressive. he discards your bra with your panties. wooyoung trails his hands over your hardened nipples. he tweaks one of them, a whine leaving your mouth. he alternates between each of your breasts. poking, prodding, tweaking.

he leans down to connect his mouth with the plush skin. he leaves dark blue and red marks all over your bare skin. the hairs all over your body stand on edge as he does this. your hands tangle in his black locks, tugging just barely.

when he finally disconnects from your bitten chest, a trail of saliva leaves you connected. the sight makes you clench around nothing.

he readjusts himself between your legs. he palms himself before aligning with your hole. he looks at you with a sweetness in his eyes as he sheathes himself in you. his mouth hangs open in a small ‘o’ shape. you arch your back, the movement causing slight twitches throughout your body.

he slams into you harshly. your entire body jolts with each movement. your own mouth hangs open, gasping moans coming out of it. fast, panting breaths cause your chest to rise and fall rapidly.

‘woo- ah, wooyoung please” you wrap your legs around his waist and try and get him as close to you as possible. your back twitches, alternating between being flat and being fully arched. your nails dig into wooyoung’s forearm.

“cumming, fuck, woo gimme cum” you beg. you pout your lips, licking over your lips. your swollen, fucked out state sends him over the edge. he groans your name, spilling himself intp you. you cum along with him, a loud cry of his name escaping your own mouth.

he gets up off of you, pulling his underwear and pants back up his legs. he hands you your bra, which you quickly put back on. he stops the recording and picks his camera up off the tripod. he positions the halo back onto your head and snaps a photo of you, all covered in makeup and sweat.

“perfect shot.”

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seollenda · 4 months

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it’ll belong to us (unnie!irene x fem!reader high school au)

literally inspired by a clip of an irene fancall where she does fanservice pretending to be an unnie. + lyrics of “secret tape” by sunmi. will probably write sequels to this too lol

CW: just angsty fluffy ambiguous confessions/coming out

word count: ~1700

would you show me a little of your time?

i just need a little bit of it

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“i’ll come pick you up after your exam.”

joohyun tapped your chin with a gentle finger, unable to suppress an amused smile at your crestfallen expression. “yah, i have school to go to too, you know.”

“that early?” you complained, even though you knew it was futile when bae joohyun made up her mind.

the older student looked at you for just a moment. or maybe not…?

“what do you want as an after school treat?” she slung her backpack onto her shoulder, moving toward the door.

“nothing.” you pouted, only to hear your unnie chuckle.

“uh huh. see you tomorrow afternoon!”

you sighed, locking the door behind joohyun and shuffling back to your late night cramming.

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the next day was miserable, as math exam days went. you studied furtively in korean and english class, but by the time biology rolled around you couldn’t be bothered and just spaced out sleepily. the weather was beautiful out the window. you knew joohyun was in that direction, just half a kilometer away, probably in gym class and walking laps around the track arm-in-arm with her friends. how much you’d give, just to feel the sun on your skin and chatter with her for half an hour.

it wasn’t fair when the lottery assigned you to one high school, and joohyun to the other. it was comical, when you lived two doors down from each other. each morning, you met up early on the street to chat or exchange your mothers’ extra batches of banchan. joohyun’s activities as a student body vice president meant some mornings she had to depart way too early in the morning—today happened to be one such day. you’d usually see each other off with a good luck hug on big exam days like yours, but duty called joohyun.

you sighed, dropping your chin to the desk until the observant teacher called your name. one more class period…an awful exam…and then joohyun would walk across the neighborhood to pick you up, just as she promised. bae joohyun never broke her promises.

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as expected, the exam ran overtime. you weren’t the last to leave the room, but you grew fed up with triple checking your answers and knew that joohyun had probably arrived at the school gates by now. you hopped up, dropping off your test before speed walking out the door.

“y/n-ah!” joohyun called, waving furiously to get your attention as if she wasn’t standing in her usual spot. a few students turned their heads with amused curiosity, one pair of your grade mates giggling to each other. you couldn’t bring yourself to care very much, skipping across the yard with a broad enough smile that drew delighted laughter from your unnie.

“hi joohyun unnie,” you said, peeking your head through the bars and miming being a prisoner. “will you set me free?”

“oh, stop fooling around,” joohyun rolled her eyes, reaching around the post to tug you onto her side. she smiled, reaching up to rearrange your disheveled bangs in her usual impulse. “how was the test?”

“it was fine.” you shrugged, not particularly interested in pursuing the topic.

“did you check your answers?”

“two and a half times.” you started to walk, towing joohyun away from the godforsaken institution. she fell into lockstep with you, her arm automatically looping into yours.

“two and a half?” her brows knitted, trying to decipher what that meant.

“i gave up on the third pass because i’d keep you waiting,” you admitted, trying at an appeasing expression. joohyun frowned.

“you…” she trailed off, giving up on the scolding. “i brought you bungeobbang. choux cream.”

“oh!” you beamed, accepting the greasy wax bag and taking a bite out the head of the fish bread. the filling was still warm and fresh. “you’re the best, unnie. i love you.”

joohyun laughed softly, and you watched from the corner of your eye as she briefly dipped her head away from you.

truth be told, joohyun was acting strangely lately. it didn’t quite make much sense, but she suddenly seemed both clingier and more reserved at the same time. you’d wracked your brain to try and remember if anything had happened to trigger this change, or if you had done something wrong. you couldn’t for the life of you recall anything specific.

“unnie, do you have to head home?” you asked, stopping at a quiet crosswalk. cross the street straight and you’d make it home; a left turn, and your feet would take you to your favorite cafe. having missed your morning meeting, you figured an hour or two at a cafe wouldn’t hurt.

“yeah,” joohyun answered immediately. “gotta work out a few logistics for the year end festival.”

“oh,” you said, let down for the second time. joohyun sighed, turning to grasp your hands in hers until you looked up at her.

“it’s the end of the year, us seniors have a lot to attend to,” she said gently. you wilted slightly. your year gap was something that you liked hearing less and less of.

because bae joohyun would, of course, graduate with perfect marks. then, she’d probably disappear north to attend some top seoul university, be a star student and the talk of the town up there, and forget little old you, back in your stinky old hometown.

it was a chance childhood connection and against all odds that someone like joohyun had a best friend like you. she was even the talk of your school, her reputation as the most beautiful girl in this whole town drawing boys from your school to peek into after school student body meeting windows.

she was looking at you with those pretty doe eyes now, pleading for your understanding and probably a little too hung up on what you had to say about her time.

“mmkay,” you sighed, trying not to look too pitiful. the walk light changed, and joohyun threaded her fingers through yours as you crossed the street together. she glanced over at you when she thought you wouldn’t notice, squeezing your hand once with a silent apology.

the walk was short, of course. you two stopped in front of your house, which was the closer one from your origin. she turned to look at you again, her eyes warm as she regarded you.

“talk to you later,” you said sullenly, but she caught your arm and kept you in place.

“i’ll ask my mom if you can come over for dinner, okay?”

you looked up at her, unable to ignore the unconcealed hope in her expression as she extended her olive branch. you sighed, pretending to consider her offer until she let out an annoyed whine.

“okay, fine.” you sighed dramatically.

joohyun nodded, her expression brightening. the conversation could’ve ended there, yet there was something that rooted the two of you in place.

“i’ll miss you,” you blurted, your gaze darting across her face as you tried to decipher bae joohyun’s penchant for unreadability. “when you graduate.”

the older student exhaled through her nose, still clutching your arm as if the northward wind would blow her away that instant.

“i’ll miss you too,” she said softly, and you knew she meant it. she tucked an errant lock of hair out of your face, her lips pressing into a saddened smile. “i don’t know what i’m gonna do without you.”

“you’ll be just fine,” you shook your head. “i’m not worried about you. who’s gonna bother me about triple checking my work?”

joohyun laughed weakly. “you don’t give yourself enough credit.” she rested a hand on your cheek, giving it a gentle pinch. “you’re a clever kid.”

she gave you that look, in moments when you grew acutely aware of the difference between the two of you. it wasn’t pity, or anything like that, rather a reminder that in some ways, you were always chasing after her.

“text me, all right?” you moved to turn and retreat into your house gate, but she kept a grip on your elbow. you looked up at her curiously, about to make a playful comment about how she seemed to like playing hard to get, when the look in her eyes made your thoughts stutter to a halt.

she pulled you into the shelter of your house gate, out of the narrow residential street, and kissed you. it was short and chaste, but on the lips, and it made your heart fairly stop in your heart. it was over as soon as it started, joohyun pulling away and her eyes fluttering open.

she looked at you as if you’d been the one to kiss her.

“sorry.” joohyun said, releasing your elbow. her cheeks were nearly red, you realized, her gaze fixed on the brick wall by your side. she sniffled softly, and your heart dropped.

“hey, don’t cry,” you reached out to grab the sides of her arms. “why’re we talking like this? it’s not like you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“yeah, i know.” joohyun laughed once, her lip trembling. you could see the panic growing in her eyes, as she began to realize what had happened. she started backpedaling. “sorry, i just…i got emotional and…i’m being weird, i'm so sorry—”

“you’re not weird,” you replied gently, automatically. “well, not for feeling this way, anyway.”

joohyun finally looked up, and her beautiful face was tragically, nearly poetically distraught. your best friend was not frequently vulnerable, not even around her family or close friends. it was all the unbelievably similar ways the two of you aligned that seemed to set joohyun at ease, unlike with anybody else in her life.

so maybe this had happened because she had seen it in you, too; in the way you’d looked at her for the past ten years of your lives, falling in deep before you knew what any of it meant.

you threaded your arms around her neck, pulling her close into a tight embrace.

“you’re not weird.” you muttered, and turned to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. a thousand emotions settled in the eye of the storm, until nothing mattered but memorizing the girl in your arms. “none of this is weird at all.”

joohyun melted into your hold, and you knew the relief that was washing over her, because you could feel it, too.

the exhale of a love that could breathe for the first time.

#was this proofread enough?#probably not lol #red velvet fanfic #irene imagines #red velvet imagines #bae joohyun imagines #angst #hs!au

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hwangyeddeongie · 2 months

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Intro :)

hello! my name is maya (she/her, 18+, 🇰🇷🇨🇴) and I write Kpop imagines! yeji and ryujin biased I speak Spanish, English, and a bit of Korean

masterlist

my stan list:

itzy twice bts enhypen txt newjeans skz

other groups/soloists I like but don't know that well:

iu day6 red velvet (g)idle aespa nmixx somi kard snsd mamamoo seventeen D.O sunmi lee youngji lesserafim ive

who I will write for:

itzy (ot5) twice (ot9 but mostly j-line and jihyo) bts (ot7 but mostly jungkook and taehyung) enhypen (ot7 but NO SMUT FOR NI-KI) txt (ot5) new jeans (ot5 but NO SMUT FOR DANIELLE, HAERIN, OR HYEIN) skz (ot8)

currently I am only writing for itzy, but I may consider writing for any of the groups listed in my stan list. I am also in the process of writing a hunger games ryeji au, so I may take some time in responding to asks

my ships:

I will write for all itzy ships, but my ult ship is ryeji. also ship chaerlia, chaerji, yuchae, and basically any poly with ryeji.

what I will write:

fluff, smut, angst, headcanons, mtl, fem reader and gn reader, idol x reader, member x member, member x reader x member, group x reader, mommy/daddy kink, g!p

what I will not write:

male reader, smut with underage members, watersports, non-con or dubcon, abuse, drugs, ageplay, petplay (using 'kitten' and 'puppy' as a petname is okay), any extreme kinks. (I will add on more if I see anything I don't like)

don't be afraid to leave asks! I love to chat :)

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy x reader #itzy smut #itzy headcanons #yeji #ryujin #lia #chaeryeong #yuna #bts #jungkook #v #taehyung #enhypen #txt #twice #newjeans #skz #stray kids #kpop #kpop smut

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dalchiid · 1 year

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 16

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,833

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 16 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Angst

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"You are no longer my problem." You look over to Hyung-Won. His eyes begin to fill with tears but you know they are not for you. "Get out."

The words echo in your brain like a buzzing beetle. It slices into every single one of your cells and leaves you feeling numb. He told you to get out. No. Your Master banished you from his home. No. So many things you want to say no to but know you cannot.

Hyun-Woo's cries go in and out of your ears. They bleed pain and anguish. They hurt in a way you know only he can feel but they hurt in a way you can also understand because you're hurting too.

You jump at the soft touch of hands on your arms. You look up to see it's Sunmi and she gives a pained look your way. She looks like she wants to say something but keeps quiet as she helps you up. Your vision is blurry from all the tears that continue to pour from you and you have to depend on the maid to lead you out of the room. Bodies block your way and she has to yell at them to move to get around them. There's some hesitancy until they finally make way and you're ushered off towards a destination unknown.

You feel weird especially with hearing how Hyun-Woo's curses and cries fade off into the backdrop. Nothing feels real. You don't feel real. Endless tears and snot stream down your face but you can't bring yourself to care in wiping them. The best you do is try to sniffle wetly into the cold halls as a broken cry escapes you. Your knees almost give out but it's Sunmi's strong hold that keeps you up. You want to thank her but your mind is preoccupied with the image of Hyung-Won tearfully telling you to get out. He said you weren't his problem anymore. Just the idea that you were his problem to begin with pains you. For how long has he been holding you in contempt? It hurts you to know this and it leaves you feeling helpless. He's been quietly dealing with you in the best way he could but it wasn't enough because you were too troublesome for him. To think this hurts you beyond repair.

"Come on." Sunmi's words are soft. "We're almost there."

You don't know where she's taking you until you reach a familiar setting. She opens your door to lead you in and it's from there does she help you sit on your bed. She walks away from you for a second to grab some tissues for you and it's with a gentle touch do you take them from her. You wipe your face before blowing your nose and relieving your sinuses from the pressure. She takes them from you to toss them out and gives you fresh clean ones before she goes to sit by your side.

Her hand is gentle as she rubs your back. Her other hand placed onto your thigh. You can't bring yourself to say a word. Too afraid of shattering yourself even further.

"I'm sorry."

You turn your head slowly to her. Her expression is pained as she continues on.

"I tried to convince him otherwise but I failed. I'm sorry."

Fresh tears pool from your eyes as your bottom lip quivers. You sniffle. "It's not your fault." Your voice shakes with each word.

She looks away towards the wall before sighing. "I really did try but if it weren't for them he might have been swayed."

Your brows pinch together. "Them?"

She hums. "Lords Seokjin and Hoseok."

Your lips part in slight surprise. "W-What about them?"

Sunmi looks back at you before biting her lip. Like she was second guessing on whether she should tell you until she relents. "They," she pauses to sigh. "They came to Hyung-Won with a proposition. Saying how Hoseok and you have been intimate and how it has been causing trouble amongst everyone - they felt it was only right that you should come with them. That way you'll be out of the triplets' hairs and you can fulfill your relationship with Hoseok sans the secrecy."

You nearly choke on your spit. You shake your head no. "There is no - there is no relationship! Why would they say this?"

"I don't know, honey. I don't know."

"Did Hyung-Won - did he at least hesitate?"

Sunmi bites her lip before looking away. Her action being an answer in of itself.

You swallow deeply before looking down at the tissue in your hands. You feel as a tear slips out and lands in the paper and you watch as it wettens in your hold.

He didn't even hesitate. How could he?

"He hates me."

"No," Sunmi starts. "No he doesn't hate you."

"Oh come on, Sunmi," you cry out. "Please don't lie to me. Master Hyung-Won has done enough of that when it comes to me. He's been forced to play nice for Hyun-Woo's sake but not anymore."

Sunmi sighs as she looks at you. "I wish there was more that I could do for you. I know it's far too early to call what we have a friendship but I was hoping it would lead that way."

You nod as you wipe more tears away. "I was hoping so too."

It hurts. So much of this hurts. The truth will set you free they say but all it does is pain you. How you hadn't noticed how much Hyung-Won despised you is beyond you. Either you were too ignorant or he was a tremendous actor.

Sunmi's hand is gentle as she continues to rub your back. You know she feels bad but you don't fault her whatsoever. There was only so much she could do and knowing she tried is enough for you. Even though she didn't have to because she owed you nothing.

You take the tissue in your hold and wipe your tears. Fresh ones slowly spill out here and there despite you wanting to do anything but cry. You feel like you've done enough of that for a while now but you're in so much pain. Your life has been uprooted in a way that's leaving you feeling dizzy. How could this have happened? Why you? You're back to the same old questions but you can't bring yourself to not ask them when you're constantly being thrown into loops here. It was beginning to be too much. So much so that you've reached a new level of hell. One that's leaving you so confused with so many questions. Why? Just why? Why you?

You sniffle with a sigh. "So I'm leaving then."

Sunmi mimics your sigh with one of her own. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault."

"I know but I wish I could have been able to do more. Anything - something to make Hyung-Won say otherwise."

"That's the thing though," you start. "You couldn't but it's not your fault. As much as I want to blame Lords Seokjin and Hoseok I can't either because this is on Hyung-Won. He shouldn't have been so easily swayed but he was and that falls on him." Your sobs start to pick up at this point and Sunmi has to calm you down.

You are hugged into her side as she rubs your arm now. You still cry but not as hard as before. You are just in so much pain and it's starting to show as anger. Why did Hyung-Won have to be this way with you? Your blood is simmering into a boil and something akin to hate fills you up. You hated the man's actions and his choices. Hated how he could ruin someone's life over the troubles of another because that's what happened here. This was mostly to do with Hyun-Woo not so much you. This was more about his brother than anything else but it didn't change the fact that you were the one suffering. Hyun-Woo will too but you're the one being forced to leave. To uproot everything and get out.

Everything you've ever known now gone. Sunmi, Asher, Hana, Leanna, Ji-Woon - gone. Your poor Ji-Woon who inadvertently became a father figure to you. You'll never be able to see him again and that thought alone pains you. You struggle to control your breathing just from knowing you'll never see Ji-Woon again. You wonder what he must be thinking. Was he even there in the crowd? You were too preoccupied with Hyung-Won to tell. If he wasn't you're sure the news will get to him fast. It always does.

You look up towards the ceiling with a sigh and will yourself to stop crying. Your head is starting to ache and you could barely deal with it. Sunmi's soft touch slowly comes to a stop as she watches you. You can see her from the corner or your eye. The way she looks at you with nothing but pity. You want to make it stop. Everything. The pity, the sadness, the noubt screams that are still tearing through the air by Hyun-Woo. Gods Hyun-Woo. What about him now? Despite recent events the two of you were always together and now you won't be. You won't see him ever again and that hurts you just as much as knowing you won't be able to see anyone else from this estate. There's no way Hoseok would allow you to. His possessive self can rival that of Hyun-Woo's and now you're all his. You'll be working under him now you're sure. Him and his brothers.

Lord Seokjin's words rattle on in your head. You're coming home with them. How could he do this to you? Lie with his brother so easily. A gossiper he was but a liar you wouldn't have expected because there was no way he would actually believe his brother. There was no way he could believe that you and Hoseok had something. Is that partly your fault? When you went looking for Hoseok that you went as far as to ask Seokjin for his whereabouts and only the gods know what Hoseok has been telling him.

What about Lord Jungkook? He was no where to be found. Sunmi made no mention of him either. You don't suspect he has anything to do with this though. He seemed far too into his own world to worry about others. Let alone a simple girl like yourself.

You look forward again before closing your eyes. They ache from all the crying. You rub the inner corner of one of them before relaxing into Sunmi's hold. A sigh escapes you and it seems like that's all you could do now. Just sigh over and over as you open your eyes to reality. This new arrangement being your new reality and you had to accept it. You didn't want to but you had no say whatsoever.

"What now?"

Sunmi squeezes your arm before speaking. "I don't know. This is the Bangtan clan's last night here. Gods know what's going to happen now but for now you're still home with us."

Home. You have no home here. Not anymore.

"I guess I should start packing, huh?"

Sunmi purses her lips as you go to look at her. It's with a sorry look she gives you that you sigh for the nth time before slowly going to stand.

You're running on autopilot now as you slowly gather your things. You place them on your bed and all that's here to accompany you are memories, silence, and Sunmi. You grab each article of clothing and fold them together. You're packing away your things until a thought strikes you. You stand about awkwardly with a garment in your hands as you look at Sunmi.

"I have nothing to put my things away in."

You never had to move having spent all your years in this estate. How will you take your things with you if you have nothing to carry them in?

Sunmi frowns as she goes to stand. "I should have something. I'll go and get it for you."

"What about you? I don't want to take your stuff and leave you with nothing."

"I can always buy another." She shakes her head with a small smile. "Let me do this for you. It's the least I can do."

Before you can respond she leaves your room in a hurry as she goes to fetch her bags.

You pout a little with a sigh before returning to your things. You wonder if you should pack your uniform. No doubt the Bangtan servants' uniform is different. You'll take it with you for now knowing they'll more than likely have you wear it until they can get new ones fitted for you. The Baek servants' uniform is all you'll have from this household that will serve as a reminder that you once worked here.

You fiddle with the button on your blazer. It has the family's insignia on it. It leaves you feeling forlorn and you fold it quickly before placing it onto your bed. You also grab your shoes. From sneakers to your work shoes and your slippers- you line them up next to your bed in silence. Every single thing of yours, you take them and hold them close before placing them together with the rest of your things until Sunmi comes back with a deep purple luggage set of two. One is relatively bigger than the other and she unzips it for you before lying it on the ground.

"You can place your clothes in this one. Everything else can go in the other."

"Are you sure," you ask hesitantly.

She smiles before nodding. "Of course. I promise you that I'm fine with it."

Your bottom lip quivers. "Thank you."

Her eyes seem to gloss over with her soft smile still in place. "Don't mention it."

She helps slowly put your stuff away. Only leaving a fresh pair of clothes with your sneakers and your shower caddy out for tomorrow. You'll wash up when it's time and dress up once it's time for you to leave. You'll pack away the rest of your things then but for now everything is zipped away in the luggage. Once the two of you are done you sit on your bed and look around your room. Though you didn't decorate it with many things it already feels different to look at. Having once looked lived in it stares back at you bare. It brings a fresh wave of tears to fall from your eyes and you have to take a deep shaky breath to calm yourself.

Sunmi goes to reach for you but she stops short when there's a knock at your door. The two of you look at each other with a questioning look on your faces. Your brows pinch together as you look back towards the door and it's with hesitancy do you tell the person to enter.

Your door slowly opens to reveal the last person you were hoping to see. Hoseok enters your room a small smile on his face. You greet him with a frown on your own and your teeth clenched.

"What do you want?" The words leave you clipped.

If he's put off by your air he doesn't show it - only his smile growing a little larger.

He looks at Sunmi whose frown mirrors yours. He looks at her expectantly and she looks to you before back at him. She bows in his presence before looking back at you again and you can tell she's starting to look worried.

Hoseok clears his throat before speaking. "Can I have a moment of privacy with my partner?" Though it's a question you know he's demanding her to leave.

Sunmi hesitates as she stares at you. You don't want her to leave and you know she doesn't want to but Hoseok isn't giving the two of you the chance to have what you want. So it's with a deep sigh do you nod her way.

"I'll see you later?"

She bites her lip before sighing herself. "I'll be back."

You don't say anything in response. You just watch her gather herself before stepping around Hoseok and out of your room.

The door gently shuts behind her leaving you alone with the vampire. He stands before you with his hands in his pockets. His eyes unwavering as they stare your way.

"I see you've already begun packing."

You don't respond.

He steps closer to you until he's knelt before you. His hands come to gently grab your own and it's with a quickness does he grip them when you try to pull away. His thumbs caress the backside of your hands and you begin to tremble in his hold. Your eyes water and your nostrils flare as the need to cry starts to overtake you once again.

"Don't cry, my love," he starts off gently. "You should be happy. Now we can be together forever."

You gasp before sniffling. Tears begin to escape you as you bite your lip to try and hold yourself together.

He shushes you softly as he leans up a bit to place a kiss against your jawline. You tense before a broken sob leaves you.

"Why are you doing this?"

He hums questioningly.

You slowly turn your head towards him before shaking it no. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Hoseok's face shows neither anger, sadness, nor happiness but confusion. "Why would I? Why would I not pursue you when I found the love of my life?"

Your lips part in both despair and disgust. "You barely even know me. I am not and will never be the love of your life."

Your bite is hard but he doesn't even flinch from how cold you are to him. Rather his face slowly becomes devoid of all emotion as his grip on your hands tighten by the smallest bit. He licks his lips before sighing as if he's growing tired with you. As if you're a child who is suddenly throwing a tantrum and he has to deal with it.

"My love," he starts. "You may not understand it now but you will as time goes by."

"Stop calling me that," you grit out. "I am not your love."

You wince as his grip tightens even more.

"I'd stop talking if I were you because if not I'll give you a reason to fear me." His words are like needles piercing through your flesh. They hurt tremendously knowing you are in the situation you are in now. You're with a monster and he's willing to show how much more of it he is to get you to yield to him.

Your bottom lip quivers before you begin to cry more. You whimper in his hold as waves upon waves of tears escape you. In response he gives a sharp tsk before getting up off of the floor to sit on the bed next to you. His hands release your own so he can wrap his arms around you instead. You cry into his chest as he brings you closer to him and you sit stock still as he rubs your back gently. He shushes you as you continue to cry.

You hate that your life has come to this. You want to ask like so many other times over and over again why you but you know you'll be left without an answer. There's no reason why it should or shouldn't be you. Your life just is as it is but you didn't have to like it.

Your cries are heart wrenching as he continues to soothe you. You don't want him to but he's all that you have right now to get you to stop. You continue on like this until there's no tears left to cry and all that's left are small whimpers and wet sniffles.

There's a small kiss to the crown of your head as he parts his lips to speak. "No more of that now, okay? You should rest. We'll be leaving around 3 tomorrow so get as much sleep in before then."

You don't respond. Can't respond."

He kisses your head again before pulling back to look at you. "It's going to be a long ride but once we're home you'll see. You'll grow to love it."

You stare blankly at him as he leans in to place a kiss on the corner of your lips. He doesn't push for more than that and it's from there does he stand to leave you alone where you lie on the bed and curl in on yourself.

What has your life come to?

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When you start your day the next day it's slow and daunting. You feel sluggish after having a fitful night of sleep. After Hoseok had left Sunmi came back. Apparently she'd been waiting just outside your room for him to leave. Once he did she came inside and comforted you. She asked what he had said but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. He left you feeling drained and at that point you wanted to sleep. Sunmi was kind enough to stay with you until you finally did sleep. When you awoke in the middle of the night though you felt yourself craving her presence, but you know she needed to sleep herself.

Several times you woke up with tears in your eyes. Life was unfair. That's all you could tell yourself each time. Now you're awake getting yourself ready for the last time in this household. No one says anything to you when you run into them. Either they're afraid to or just don't care that you're leaving. You do manage to find Hana and she tearfully bid you farewell. You remember her hug. It was tight around your middle and it felt like she was doing her best to hold you up as you could barely stand. The weight of your future fell heavy upon your shoulders and it showed. You thought about saying goodbye to the others but you couldn't bare the thought of seeing so many more faces that would look at you with pity. You couldn't handle that. Not after Sunmi did it so much last night and even now as she hugs you goodbye.

Everyone is stood at the entryway giving their goodbyes. She holds you tight as she whispers in your ear.

"I'll find out through Hyung-Won where the Bangtan clan live and I'll write to you. I promise."

You want to believe her but doubt Hyung-Won would be willing to divulge information when it came to you. So you take her promise with a grain of salt. Either way, you thank her as you squeeze her in your arms.

"It was a pleasure being here, Hyung-Won. Again, thank you for having us."

You overhear Lord Seokjin speaking. Him and his brothers stand before Hyung-Won and Hyun-Sik with smiles upon their faces. As if they weren't dragging an unwilling person away.

"You know the pleasure is all ours." Hyung-Won smiles and it makes you want to punch his face as you pull away from Sunmi.

You take note that Hyun-Woo isn't with them and it saddens you. You wonder if his appearance or lack of has anything to do with his choice or not. Lord Jungkook seems to wonder too as he questions where your other Master is.

Hyun-Sik gives an awkward look as Hyung-Won seems to stiffen.

"He uh," Hyun-Sik starts. "He had a rough night."

Hyung-Won clears his throat. "He had to be given some sedatives so it's why he couldn't make it to see you all out."

You frown. They gave him sedatives to prevent him from intervening with this deal. That was the truth and you knew it. How would he feel when he wakes up? You couldn't imagine but right now you could say that you were feeling ill about it all.

You feel a soft touch on your shoulder and you look over to see that it's Ji-Woon. His brows are pinched together as the corners of his lips are dipped down into a frown. At the sight of him your eyes begin to water.

"No, no. None of that now."

You can't help the way you crumble into him as he draws you into his arms. The man has never hugged you before but now he has and his embrace feels warm. His scent is soft and it brings you to calm yourself in his presence. He pats your back a few times as his other hand rests on the back of your head.

"I don't want to go," you whisper.

He sighs as he squeezes you tighter to him. "I know."

He knows but he can't do anything about it. No one can. The two of you are stood here like this for a minute more before you feel him lean towards your ear.

"Please be careful," he says. There's a hint of worry in his tone but when you pull back to look at him his facial expression is reserved.

You swallow deeply before giving him a nod. You'll try your best to even though at this point everything before you is unpredictable. You don't know what to expect behind the Bangtan clan's door. Especially Hoseok's. You can only hope that your life will not be in danger in any sort of way.

Ji-Woon pulls his hands away from you before giving you a firm nod. From there he goes to stand near Hyung-Won who doesn't even dare look your way. Hyun-Sik on the other hand does but it's for a short second as he looks away. Something akin to guilt mars his face and you hope it's real. You hope it is and that it's eating him up inside. All the respect you once held for your Masters is long gone. What fills you up now is disappointment and hate. As for Hyun-Woo, you ache and you wish they would give you a chance to say goodbye to him but you know they won't let you.

You look over to Sunmi and grab her hands just as the servants of the Bangtan clan that were brought with them begin to take everyone's luggage to load up in the limousine. You lick your lips as your heart begins to race.

"Tell Hyun-Woo that I'm sorry I had to leave this way." Your grip tightens as she nods. "That despite it all I will miss him and that I hope we can write to each other."

Sunmi nods again as she pulls her hands away to give you one last hug. You both squeeze each other to the point you nearly wheeze from the pressure but you don't care. You just want the comfort. To prevent yourself from falling into pieces.

"Y/N."

You ignore the voice as you hold Sunmi even tighter. There's silence surrounding you both. It's suffocating. Moreso than how tight the two of you hold each other. It continues on this way until you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"It's time to go, my love."

You nearly whimper and if it weren't because Sunmi pulled away first you would have continued to hold on to her.

You have to fight with yourself to prevent yourself from crying. Your nostrils flare as your throat tightens. Your body threatening to fall apart and cry on the floor. You feel the way Hoseok's hand tries to slip into yours but you jerk away from him before storming off into the hot afternoon air - not sparing a glance towards your former Masters' way. Everything feels so weird but you do your best to hold strong. When you near the limousine the door is opened for you by a servant. You don't think twice as you slip right in leaving everyone behind. It takes Hoseok and his brothers a few more minutes as Seokjin discusses something with Hyung-Won before they all depart and the Bangtan brothers follow in behind you.

The inside of the limousine is black and sleek just like the outside. The seating takes up the length of the car and you choose to sit close towards the front near the partition. You stare at the mini bar before you unseeing as Hoseok scoots in to sit by your side. Though you tense from the closeness you don't react when he grabs your hand to hold in his.

"It's going to take about five hours to get home so you're welcome to sleep."

You say nothing in response to Hoseok's words.

He raises his other hand to push your hair out of your face and you pray he doesn't lean in for a kiss. He doesn't though and it's with that does the limousine begin to move to take you to your new home. Your new hell.

It's silent for a while save for the little things here and there. Like Lords Jungkook and Seokjin pulling out handheld gaming devices to play with each other. At some point they switch out for their phones for entertainment before Seokjin leans into the mini bar for something to drink. He offers everyone something including you but you shake your head no.

At another point Seokjin engages in conversation with Hoseok who is absorbed in his phone. He still pays a moderate amount of attention to his brother so the oldest doesn't complain about it.

You hate how normal everything feels. Everyone around you is acting as if you're not an unwilling participant. As if they hadn't just ruined your life overnight. You wonder how the servants must feel knowing this because surely they aren't as deluded as Hoseok and his brothers are.

You look towards the back where you see another car trailing behind you. They must be in there probably talking about you. Wondering themselves how you managed to get into this mess.

You look back in front of you with a deep sigh and grit your teeth when you feel Hoseok squeeze your hand. His fingers are laced with yours and you have the strong urge to dig your nails into him. It would serve him right after all he's done to you. You twist your neck here and there and revel in the stretch as you loosen up your shoulders as well. You've been so tense sitting here next to him that it's leaving you feeling uncomfortable. He seems to sense this as he looks away from his phone to look at you.

"Do you want to lie down?"

You think about it for a moment. If you say no you'll end up falling asleep sitting up next to him and that alone brings discomfort to you. If you say yes he'll more than likely move out of the way for you. Without a second thought you nod.

He releases your hand to scoot closer to where Jungkook sits and pats the seating between you two. You take the chance to lie down but before anything he tells you to hold on a second and scoots back a little towards you. You look at him confused until you realize what he's doing when he pats his lap. You're sat frozen.

"Come on," he says. "You can lay your head on my lap."

You look between him and his lap and feel yourself grow tense. Your eyes draw over to the other two vampires and note that neither of them are paying attention to you or at least it seems like they aren't. Jungkook too into his phone and Seokjin with his drink in hand while looking out the window. You worry your lip between your teeth and it's becoming apparent to Hoseok how hesitant you're growing.

The longer he waits for you the more you grow nervous because you don't want this. It feels too domestic. Though you've done so much more with him it isn't like you were truly yourself when it happened.

Hoseok purses his lips before sighing. He looks away from you to stare out the window and you think he's going to let it go until you feel a familiar feeling seeping through the nooks and crannies of your mind. It starts off small and it leaves you feeling relaxed. You're growing calm until more of it soothes over your head. What was this? Was he? Is he?

"Hoseok stop." Your voice is small.

He doesn't look at you only forcing more of himself into your mind. You realize then that he's controlling your mind and despite how much you want to fight against it you feel yourself growing more and more powerless against him.

"Rest your head on my lap," he speaks and without question you do as he says.

Just after you do can you feel him slowly recede from your brain. Leaving no trace of his presence whatsoever.

Tears come to rest on your lashes before a few escape you. You feel embarrassed. You feel used and how Seokjin and Jungkook didn't react to it is beyond you. Surely they must know Hoseok was controlling your mind. His words were compelling you to do something you were against and suddenly you give in? They must know but seemingly don't care.

You bite your lip to keep your sobs in. Hoseok notices and he lays his hand onto your head to scratch away at your scalp. You don't know how you're going to last being with him in his estate. You can't imagine your time will go well and it scares you. How can you deal with someone who can shape and mold you to do what he wants whenever he wants? All of it against your will. You tremble a little but it's not from the cool air running through the limousine but the vampire who holds you close to him right now.

You worry your head over it again and again until you fall into a stress induced nap. At least here in your sleep - in your dreams you are alone. Hoseok doesn't go poking and prodding into something he isn't invited to. You don't dream of him or of any of the vampires in your life. Instead you're out in a field of flowers. Their fragrance wafting through the air as they bloom. The sky is colored in hues of purple and orange as the sun peaks through the horizon giving you one last look before it hides. The Summer air is warm and you can hear the bugs chirping into the oncoming night. It's all you have. This is all you have. Solitude and happiness and it's all for you.

Nothing disturbs you nor your sleep for a while. After your dream it's a blur of nightmares. Many of them in relation to Hyun-Woo. You can hear him crying out for you but you can't find him. Everything is pitch black. Each time you think you draw closer to him he's pulled farther away. At some point you find a door and it leads you back out into that field from earlier, but you don't feel calm. You feel anxious. You call out to Hyun-Woo but nothing seems to calm him down. His cries shake you down to your core but you can't make him stop.

Your field of happiness becomes dreary as rain clouds pour over you and you shiver in its wake. You tremble and tremble and run to hide underneath a giant tree in the distance. You can't hear Hyun-Woo anymore over the pouring rain but you can still feel him somewhere out there aching to be heard. Aching for you.

You're huddled under the tree and find a spider web just near your head. You jump when you realize the spider is there staring at its prey that it managed to capture. You watch as it slowly descends and begins to weave a coffin for the bug that tries its hardest to escape. You wish you could save it but it's already too late. You don't know why you hesitated but you did and now the bug is trapped forever.

For some reason it makes you want to cry but you don't. Or maybe you do. You can't tell if the water on your face is from you or the rain droplets that managed to get in between the leaves of the tree you're hiding under. Either way, water drips down your face and it's accompanied by something crawling up your arm. When you look down you see a spider and it forces you to jump. So much so you're jolted awake. You gasp as you awaken and the hand that was softly caressing your arm comes to a stop. You follow the hand up to its owner and see Hoseok staring down at you.

Of course it was Hoseok. You fell asleep on him remember?

He smiles down at you before looking down at his phone.

"You slept for a while. We're almost home. Just a few minutes more."

You don't know how you managed to sleep the whole trip away but you know that you're thristy and a little bit hungry. You rub your stomach as it growls a little and hear as Hoseok chuckles.

"We'll eat once we're settled inside."

You refuse to answer him back now that you know you're a lot closer to his home. The reality of the situation has sunken in and knowing you're no longer where you should be it breaks your heart.

Hoseok is right though. It takes just a few more minutes until you reach the estate. It stands tall in the night air. Stone makes up the building as it does the roundabout driveway you pull up into. The one thing you're glad about is that you no longer have to sit in the limousine. Your body aches and needs to stretch out more than what inside of this car lets you do.

"It's good to be back home." Seokjin hums.

Neither of his brothers say something in response but you suspect that they feel the same way.

The door opens before you four as a servant makes way for you to exit out of the vehicle. The three vampires exit out and leave you behind as you hesitate a moment to come out.

Finally you're here and your nervousness is starting to show. You nibble your bottom lip as your breathing picks up a bit. You are before your new home. Gods you hate having to call this your home but it was the truth and you're expected to deal with it. The urge to cry is nonexistent. After having done so much of it already you feel dried up but that didn't mean you weren't feeling emotional.

Hoseok peeks his head in to the limousine when he realizes you haven't come out yet.

"Everything alright, my love?"

No you want to say out loud. Everything is far from okay, but you can't bring yourself to speak. You give the outside one more once over from inside the car before sighing and making your way out of the vehicle.

Hoseok smiles at you and stretches out his hand for you to take. You take it without question to avoid any problems. You're officially in survival mode and want to avoid any issues that may come your way. You were no longer a resident of the Baek's but Bangtan. You were utterly alone and now was the time to fend for yourself and to play nice when needed.

His fingers lace with yours as he tightens his hold on you.

"Welcome home."

You don't know who says it as your mind is captivated by your surroundings. Flowers along with little lights light up the walk way. The grass on either side is perfectly trimmed. It all leads up to three small stairs and then a platform where the door to the estate awaits you. Though the building is made up of dark gray stone the flowers around you prevent it all from looking so dull. The majority being a shade of purple. Much like the lilacs that sit close on either side of the platform that leads straight to the door.

You huff because you don't want to be in awe of your surroundings. You're still upset about everything that lead up to this. Heartbroken mostly. What you see before you is not a home but a prison. No matter how pretty it looks it is what it is.

"Come on. Let's get you settled in and then we can eat." Hoseok interlocks your fingers as he says this so you can't pull away. "There's much more for you to see but we can deal with that tomorrow after you're well rested."

You follow next to him as one of the servants goes to unlock the door. When it opens you get to see what's inside and it's just as beautiful as the outside. One of the first things you notice are the wide stairs a little ways ahead. They open up wider as they reach the top and the banisters and balusters are designed to look like vines are making their way up and around them. The carpet that runs over them is a dark shade of purple and you note that the curtains to the high windows are too. A chandelier hangs above you and it emits a heavenly glow as you all step into the home and if it weren't because of your situation you would admire it all.

Once you're all inside Jungkook sprints up the steps in a hurry. Seokjin chuckles at the sight of him taking the stairs two at a time before stretching.

"He's happy to be home."

You didn't ask the Lord why Jungkook did what he did and so you ignore his answer. He seems to notice you're cold shoulder and so he chuckles again.

"You'll learn to love it here, dear Y/N. I promise you that."

Hoseok turns to you and smiles at his brother's words. "He's right. You won't need for anything. You'll have it all."

You purse your lips as you look around. You'll have to get used to this layout when it comes time for you to work. You wonder if someone will show you the ropes or if you'll be left to fend for yourself. Looking back at Hoseok you question him when you'll start working.

He gives you an incredulous look before a small smile breaks across his face. "My love you won't be working."

You frown. "I don't understand."

He fully faces you and grabs your other hand in his. "I didn't bring you here to work. I brought you here as my lover who will sit by me. You don't have to worry about working ever again."

Your lips part in small disbelief. He sounded just like Hyun-Woo except you weren't back home but in an unfamiliar setting.

"I don't want people waiting on me." You frown.

He mimics your frown with one of his own before speaking. "I know it'll feel weird at first. You've been working your whole life but not anymore." He smiles.

You want to fight back but you're still in survival mode. You don't want to not work and you don't want to be here period, but you have to play nice if you want to survive. So you give a barely there nod. Your facial reaction one of defeat. He doesn't seem to care though as he goes to lean in to kiss you on the forehead. When he pulls back he looks at your lips.

"How are you feeling?" His words are whispered. "Do you need another fix?"

You almost forgot the reason why you're here. That damned kiss of his and his saliva.

You hum in response. "I'm okay."

"For now at least. We can do something about it later then when we're more relaxed."

You don't say anything. When the two of you are more relaxed? You wish it was not at all and never again.

His fingers soothe over your skin but before he can say or do anything else a voice rings out around you.

"Well look at who we have here."

Hoseok and you turn to the owner of the voice. He's stood at the very top of the stairs and stares down at you with mischief in his eyes. If you thought the three members of Bangtan you've been acquainted with were handsome then the one before you now is even moreso. Like an angel staring down from the heavens he smirks when he catches your eye. His blonde hair is slicked back and he wears a pair of black slacks with an opened silk robe. It reveals the skin that makes up his torso and he shows no shame when it slips down his shoulder by the slightest bit to reveal more of himself.

"Jimin." Hoseok says in greeting.

The vampire named Jimin gives a toothy grin. "I missed having you around, brother." He starts to make his way down the stairs.

"And no hello for me?" Seokjin scoffs though you can tell he's being playful. He says this as he begins to walk away.

"It's always good to see you too." Jimin's smile continues to grow. "I already ran into Jungkook but you," he points to you. "You're new."

Hoseok's grip on your hands tighten. "Jimin," he warns.

Jimin's hands go up in mock surrender. "I'm just curious is all." He comes to stop near you where he stretches out his hand to you in welcome. "If it hasn't already become apparent - I'm Jimin. You are?"

You would shake his hand but Hoseok's grip is strong. He doesn't give you any leeway and so you settle with just your mouth as you speak.

"Y/N," you say.

His eyes brighten up at the sound of your voice. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Watch it."

Jimin's brow perks up in Hoseok's direction. "Someone's a little possessive."

Hoseok huffs in irritation. "Don't you have one of your little playthings to get back to?"

The angelic vampire sighs though it's exaggerated. "I had to return her before anyone noticed her missing. So poor me is feeling a little lonely tonight."

"Not my problem." Hoseok releases your one hand to hold the other and pulls you away from Jimin. "Going to go and get settled in. You do whatever it is you want."

"If you say so, big brother." He chuckles. "I'll see you later, pretty girl."

You wince as Hoseok's grip tightens again but say nothing of it. You wonder what you got yourself into. Now that you're here, reality is settling in and you truly realize your previous life is over and all you have left are new ones where problems are already beginning to arise.

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home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

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group/members: VICTON - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member, dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions.

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became.

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here.

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge.

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits.

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long.

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker.

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back.

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg.

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before.

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air.

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.”

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion.

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar.

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully.

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys.

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes.

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

“- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~”

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.”

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips.

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole.

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl.

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself.

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks.

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static.

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…”

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up.

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.

Well would you look at that: updated 10/August/2022

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sydflow · 2 years

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Hello! Love your blog! Could I please request a Jihyo x 10th Member F!Reader angst (lots of angst), but with a happy ending. You can take the story wherever you want, I don't mind. Thank you in advance!

are you alright?

Jihyo x fem!reader

- angst w/ a slightly-happy ending? [not really] more of a sad ending, but Jihyo seems happy. (Death. Suicide. Yelling)

“following up, famous kpop idol Y/N from the girl group TWICE recently passed away, on October 22nd, the reason is yet to be revealed, and we pray for the well-being of her friends and family, the group themselves have taken a break but who knows if they’ll ever comeback after losing one of their beloved mem-”

The TV suddenly turned off, Jihyo groaned before looking for the remote, which she swore she left right beside her, next to the pile of used tissues, it’s gotta be somewhere here-

“looking for this?” Jihyo turned and noticed Sunmi, the woman was close with her, after the events that happen she allowed her to stay with her for as long as she likes. Jihyo’s family never approved of the relationship she had with you, but she just felt so happy when you too were together that she no longer cares about them, of course the public didn’t know that.

“hey, I was watching something. Give it back” Jihyo groans while lazily reaches over, in a fowl attempt to take the remote back.

“Nope” Jihyo huffs crossing her arms and laying back on the couch, and Sunmi goes to sit next to her (after swiping all the used tissue to the floor). “Jihyo” The younger girl looks over, “you need to get out. You can’t just sit inside and grieve all day. Do you think Y/N would want that?”

Jihyo goes back to stare at the blank screen, “how would you know what Y/N wants?” She whispers, her chin begins to quiver, as she brings her arms up to wipe her eyes. “Hey, hey” Sunmi coos, before bringing Jihyo into her arms, “it’s okay, it’s okay, the girls are worried about you, have you even contacted any of them?” No. She hasn’t, she hasn’t talked or texted or communicated with anyone but Sunmi for the past month. But she’s there, she looks at all the notifications on her phone, especially the group chat, they’re so thoughtful, although she never replies they always include her. This whole month she’s been ghosting them. She knows that they’re all planning on meeting at your favorite restaurant, just as a 'get together' to see what everyone has been doing this past month, and she’s been invited.

"They're doing a get-together at Y/N's favorite restaurant, they set up an arrangement for 10 at her favorite table" Jihyo murmurs.

"Oh, I could drop you off, what ti-"

"three hours before midnight" Sunmi chuckles patting Jihyo's back before getting up, "alright you better be ready 30 minutes before"

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Jihyo fumbles with her fingers, standing in front of the building. It's just her members, she doesn't know why she feels so nervous, they've known each other for years, why does it feel like she's meeting them for the first time.

"I'm picking you up in two hours! Have fun baby mic!" Sunmi calls out, before getting in her car and driving off.

Alright, you got this Jihyo, you are the [former] leader after all.

She notices that only seven of them are there, all seated and quietly chatting among themselves. Nayeon is the one to notice Jihyo nervously walking up, "Jihyo! You came!" she jumps up giving Jihyo a tight hug, and then Jihyo is being passed around into the arms of each girl, before she takes her seat. "where's Sana?" Dahyun huffs crossing her arms, "She's late like always!"

Jeongyeon groans, "why am I not supri-"

"I'm here!" A loud voice shrieks, making Jeongyeon jump in her seat, "jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

The girls all sat down and got settled, and after ordering, conversation began, "did you get that jacket you wanted? the blue one?"

"Yup it was on sale actually!"

“have you watched the new drama that came out last week?”

“I’ve only watched the first episode, the protagonist is hot as hell, what about you?”

Jihyo begins to smile, and for the first time in a month her lips beginning to lift up slightly. Everyone is acting so normal. Her eyes fall onto the empty tenth seat. Then she looks at the food on the surrounding tables, how they are brought out in hefty amounts, and how customers enjoy their drinks and look satisfied after each bite. Everyone is acting so normal? Her smile on the verge of forming, begins to fall. Why? Did they just forget about you? You're dead for christ sake! "Jihyo?" She hums, "are you okay? are you cold? You keep moving in your seat" Jihyo glares right at Momo, "You never asked Y/N if she was alright?" Momo is surprised by this, "Sorry, what?" Jihyo gets up, angry, "You guys are completely ignoring her empty chair! You haven't even mentioned her!" She's frustrated, Mina gets up as well "Jihyo you need to calm down, we just want to catch up with each other thats-"

"No!" Everyone jumps at her voice, "You guys need to open your eyes! Of all places, you choose a restaurant!" And with that she storms out, she didn't even last an hour, more or less thirty minutes. They want to eat! After a month they choose to stuff their mouths! Jihyo aimlessly walks towards a park, you didn't deserve that. You starved yourself to exhaustion, day after day everyone heard you in the bathroom, getting rid of your dinner, you said it was stomach flu. And her fists began to clench at the thought of your personal manager, he was ruthless always putting you on diets and giving you extra time to practice. No one asked if you were okay, instead, they'd all watch movies while you came back all sweaty.

No one came into your room in the middle of the night to check on you. Jihyo knows that because she would be there with you, holding your hand, brushing your hair off your face, kissing away your tense muscles and tears. She should have been there with you, she should have come to that extra two hours of practice, maybe she could have called someone, maybe you could have been saved.

Wiping her tears away she stops walking, staring right into the infamous Han River, she makes her way towards the bridge, picking up rocks along away, stuffing them into her pockets. She can't save you, but she can be with you. The ends of her lips begin to lift up, she smiles, she smiles for you, for the first time in a month, now she's laughing, she laughing loudly, throwing her head back. She's happy, she's going to be with you! She's going to stay with you!

"I'm coming! I'm coming Y/N!" She yells.

"I'll hold you baby, I'll hold you" She whispers.

Suddenly it's cold.

It's cold and quiet.

#twice x reader #jihyo x reader #jihyo imagine #jihyo

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minjiwritesstuff · 7 months

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Chemistry

Pairing: Yejun x (fem!) Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1347

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Today your group was appearing on a variety show alongside another group. At first you thought you'd be with another girl group, but as you got there you learned that it was a boy group. You thought it was unusual but weren't against the idea. You could hear the other group talking from your changing room and you thought the voices were famiiar but couldn't put your finger on who it was.

Your group and you got ready and then you headed out to the set. To your surprise you got there first. Your members and you talked together as the hosts talked between themselves. A few minutes later the other group walked on set and your eyes grew kinda big.

You then realized who the voice you heard belonged to. It was Won Hyuk's.

''E'last?'' one of your member said.

''Are we really about to compete against them? If there's any strength contest we're gonna lose for sure'' another said, to which the other members agreed.

''Let's see and wait'' your leader said.

The hosts introduced you to each other and you couldn't help but look at Yejun. He was handsome and tall. He seemed kind of cold and intimidating so you hoped he was gonna warm up as the filming would start.

The filming went on for a bit, a few challenges went by and so far it was 2-1 for E'last, which they were very proud.

''For the next challenge the members will be picked randomly!'' one of the hosts announced.

This could go very wrong depending on what the challenge would be. The hosts handed each of your group's leader a box and explained that they would be picking a paper with the name of a member on it, and that member would be competing in the challenge.

''(y/n)'' your leader announced.

You looked at her and walked forward.

''If this is a singing challenge we stand a chance'' your main rapper said as you were the main vocalist of your group.

But you knew that E'last had a lot of very good vocalists too so if it indeed was a singing chanllenge and that you were against one of them you could lose. And you needed to get the point for your group to make the score equal.

Rano wiggled his hand in the box and grabbed a paper before opening it and smiling to himself.

''Yejun'' he said.

Yejun stepped forward to meet you in the middle and he gave you a smile. You smiled back and waited for the host to expain the challenge.

''Very interesting duo! Now for this challenge, it's pretty simple. All you have to do is recognize the song playing and then dance it''

You could hear your group cheering happily because you were especially good at those challenges. You didn't know if Yejun was, so it gave you a bit of trust in yourself.

You both got ready and waited for the music to start playing. First song was Siren by Sunmi and you recognized it immediately and yelled the name of the song out. After getting up you danced a part of it and felt all the eyes on you. Your members cheered and you could hear Hyuk and Wonjun say you were a great dancer, which made you blush under your, thankfully, thick makeup.

As you got back up Yejun congratulated you and you chuckled some and thanked him.

For the next few rounds, you were ahead by 3 points. The next song started playing, and you recognized it. But so did Yejun.

''Monsta X Beautiful Liar!'' you both yelled out.

You looked at each other and waited for the host to give permission to one of you.

''Yejun'' one of them said.

You pouted and sat back down as both you and Yejun got up in excitation. You watched as Yejun danced and smiled excitedly when you noticed he did a mistake.

''DDANG!!'' the second host yelled as he noticed the mistake.

You were quick to get back up on your feet and dance the choreography correctly, which got your group cheering loudly.

''Woah she's good'' In said.

''Point goes to [group name]!'' the host said as you finished dancing with the music fading out.

The hosts called a break and you sat back besides Yejun and he smiled.

''You're really good at this, are sure you're not a main dancer too?'' he asked, which made you chuckle.

''Pretty sure, I just love these challenges, we often do it by ourselves at our dorm and I always win''

Yejun laughed.

''I can see why if this is the competition they're against''

You chuckled again and smiled. You two got up and mixed in with your two groups, all talking together while enjoying some water.

The cold and intimidating Yejun you saw at the beginning was now far and all you could see was a happy puppy. You had to admit he was cute. You two talked a lot during the break and you realized you had a lot in common.

Your talk was cut short as you had to resume the filming. You and Yejun finished your challenge after 3 more rounds and you won the challenge, making the score now 2-2. It was gonna make or break with the last challenge which included all members. As your group consisted of 6 members and they were 8, you had one of them come over to your team to even it out. And the hosts picked Yejun. You weren't mad at it, he was a good teammate.

Your team and the rest of the boys competed in the last challenge which was to steal each person's flag and the first team to be out of flags lost. And in the end it was a tie, leaving only you and Romin on the floor running after the other. Luckily for you, you were quick on your feet and managed to turn around at the last second to avoid him. You two kept running after the other, but that was until you managed to steal Romin's flag. Your team members, including Yejun, screamed at your victory as you ran around the set waving his yellow flag. Your group members ran to you and hugged you to celebrate your victory.

The hosts announced you were the winning team and that you had the privilege to perform your newest comback. You all got in place and started dancing as the music started. You were the first one to sing in the song and started singing as your line started. You felt 10 pair of eyes on you but you weren't nervous as it was your job. You kept performing and then prepared yourself for your high note, which was coming soon.

As your members placed themselves in their position, leaving only standing, you did your high note. Everyone had their mouth open and the cameraman made sure to film E'last to have footage to show during the airing. A few seconds later you finished performing and shortly after that the filming ended. You headed back to the snack section to get a bottle of water and saw Yejun walking towards you.

''That was so good! How were so steady?'' he asked all impressed which made you chuckle.

''Well thanks! I would've liked to hear you perform live though''

''Next week at Show Champion you will!'' Yejun said with a smile.

''Yes that's true, I look forward to it then'' you said before taking a sip of water.

Yejun smiled and you all walked back to the changing rooms.

As your group was ready to leave, Yejun approached you when you were alone.

''Hey, since we got along so well I was wondering if you wanted to exchange numbers so we can keep in touch''

You looked at him and smiled.

''Yes of course!''

You both took out your phones and exchanged numbers before leaving in your respective cars. It didn't take long before Yejun texted you and you two kept the chemistry you had on set going.

#yejun elast #yejun elast imagines #elast imagines #yejun imagines

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crowleying · 2 years

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Hey! I would like to request a Instagram au with Gal Gadot x Kpop Idol!fem reader, and Sunmi could be the face claim

Hi! I'm sorry, I don't know the first thing about kpop or kpop idols. I wouldn't be able to do this request.

#spettrocoli answers #anon #send anons #request

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lesbolieeh · 2 years

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BBG (m)

Sub!BFF!Chungha ✦ Sub!GF!Sunmi ✦ Dom!F!Reader

WC—3.2 ✦ k

WARNING—threesome ✦ best friend!chungha + girlfriend!sunmi x reader ✦ power bottom(s) ✦ thigh riding ✦ marking ✦ teasing ✦ breast worship ✦ nipple play ✦ praise kink ✦ stripping ✦ brief mommy kink ✦ princess kink ✦ babygirl kink ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption, breath play, fingering, oral sex, penetration, rewards & punishments

THEMES—borderline smut ✦ open relationship au ✦ best friend au ✦ future smut

NOW PLAYING—Stay Tonight ✦ CHUNG HA

[A/N.] finally a threesome!

this is NOT sex ed, this is entertainment! in real life you have to discuss safe words, boundries and preferences before sex! and after sex it’s important to have aftercare!

M.LISTS—f!idols ✦ latest updates ✦ read on wp

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"Let's get you home, yeah?" I asked rhetorically.

I had always thought of my best friend Chungha as an attractive person — damn, I'd even had a crush on her when we were younger! But she never showed me any signs of reciprocating my feelings whenever I'd invite her to "hang out sessions" that were way too romantic to be considered friendly. I mean, how heteronormative must one be if your best friend and you make tea together and then cuddle as you watch the Fear Street series and you think it's a friend thing?! So it was therefore an eye-widening surprise when she grabbed my face and kissed me 20 minutes ago.

We had gone to a party tonight "to have some fun" as Chungha'd phrased it, which I hadn't thought too much about. Had she meant this type of fun? Kissing each other? Or was it just the alcohol that had made her desperate enough to seek out her best friend to let out her sexual frustration on? Lalisa's all girl party seemed to be full of women (and other non-men) too occupied with each other so I definitely understood why she had a hard time finding someone "to have some fun" with.

"I don't want to go home, ____," she mumbled into my shoulder from behind me. Right after she'd kissed me I'd decided it was time to go because I thought she was too drunk and didn't want her to have a horrible hangover the next day, thus we were now outside, waiting for an uber to come and pick us up and away from this place. I was carrying her on my back — thankfully she had decided to wear shorts and not a mini skirt or dress tonight — because I was scared she was drunk enough to pass out any minute and didn't want so much as a scratch on her precious skin. She had told me she wasn't that drunk, only a little tipsy, but I didn't believe her since she had kissed me and I only expected that to be a possible scenario when she's really, really, really drunk.

"You need to go home," I replied. I hadn't called an uber driver and waited 15 minutes for us to stay at this crazy place. She hung her head into the crook of my neck, making her blonde curls fall onto my exposed collarbone and tickle me unintentionally, as well as blessing me with a breeze of lavender instead of the puke I smelled when I had walked past Sakura, Eunbi and the rest of their crew. Tough night for Sakura I'm guessing, I heard that her ex had moved on with Somi (yes, that's a reference to my Somi fic).

"Stay tonight?" my best friend asked softly into my ear.

"You can stay at my place tonight," I suggested instead of going to hers because Sunmi, my girlfriend, had earlier today requested if we could watch a movie together and I didn't want to disappoint her with lack of attention and care. Whenever we had sleepovers — which happened often — we would be at Chungha's place since she had no roomate, so this would therefore be our first time having one at my place. Her and Sunmi weren't the bestest friends so I wasn't sure how this would go. They didn't hate each other; they just didn't click well together for some reason.

"Yay!" she giggled calmly into my ear, tightening her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders even more, making it a little difficult to breathe but it was fine because she seemed happy and that made me happy. It didn't seem to matter to her that we would stay at my place instead of hers, whether it was because she thought Sunmi wasn't there or because she was drunk I wasn't sure — but once again as long as she was smiling I was fine with whatever.

She was always such a cutie whenever she was drunk, always saying or doing weird stuff cutely, like making ugly faces [cutely because looking ugly is impossible for her] or singing songs in very high pitches to make me laugh. Only Chungha was this cute when she was drunk. Other people looked like they were done with everything when they were drunk. And then there were those people who were straight up obnoxious and too loud when they were drunk but let's not talk about them!

Before I could soften up even more at her hair and nose tickling me, the uber was here. For a microsecond Chungha pouted and then got off my back, but I didn't notice as I was too busy opening the door for her as the considerate friend I am. I followed suit into the car and as if on cue she put her head on my shoulder. It was natural to me; I was used to her affection at this point, but I wasn't aware of the thoughts roaming inside her head. She played with my fingers to distract herself. The silence left me thinking. What had happened today? Why did she get drunk? How could she look sad yet happy?

Thankfully I didn't live too far away from Lalisa's so we were soon at our destination. The driver stopped the car and we could finally get away from the cramped space and breathe fresh air. We were two blocks away from my place as I always gave uber drivers an address a bit away from my real one in case they were creeps; yes, I had trust issues. "Hop on!" I said and bent down so Chungha could climb onto my back again.

During the seven minutes trip of me walking with her on my back she held onto me not as people normally did to not fall down, but rather as if it were a backhug, nuzzling into me. She was talking about random things she had on her mind, like how she was craving a bag of flamin' hot cheetos (she was one of those spicy chicks) and how she liked the smell of my perfume. But sadly enough she wouldn't get any cheetos since the last package at home had been eaten by someone — whether it was by me or Sunmi was a mystery — to which she pouted.

When we finally were standing in front of my house I told her to get off my back as quietly as I could muster, as we were outside and it was late and I didn't want to wake any neighbours up because I was the golden neighbour and would want those fuckers to do the same back when I was in my priceless slumber. She complied and waited patiently for me to unlock and open the door. But before I even got to put the key into the hole the door opened and revealed Lee Sunmi in all her glory, waiting with a big smile resting on her tired-looking face.

"Finally you're here, ____!" she whisper-beamed (the door was still open) and hugged me closely — being alone and waiting for her girlfriend to give her some attention always made her extra affectionate and clingy.

But I wasn't alone as she'd wished.

"Oh, she's here," my girlfriend said, visibly less excited. To that Chungha could only roll her eyes, she too wished she wasn't there; that Sunmi was at her friend's place or on a vacation I hadn't mentioned to her — anywhere but here.

"Yup and she will stay tonight."

"Great," Sunmi's smile decreased, closing the door a little harder than necessary, trying not to sound like she's lying although everybody could sense she was. Chungha didn't react to that; after all, she wasn't too happy to see her either.

"I'm just gonna put her to bed and then we'll watch a movie like I promised, Babe!" I explained before my girlfriend even could mention a movie, and pulled Chungha with me to my room (after we'd taken off our shoes, of course, because we weren't American). Sunmi huffed in frustration, but she understood why I'd want my drunk best friend to sleep so she didn't say anything.

Chungha followed my lead to the room upstairs, right above the living room. I opened the door for her and she closed it after us, which was a little strange but she had been acting strange the whole night so I didn't question it too much. Normally when we had sleepovers I would jump onto the bed and she'd do the same, but now it was different because not only was she drunk, we were going to have a sleepover at my place and not hers; the same rules didn't apply here.

"Let's get you to sleep, Baby," I said with a tone a mother would use for her baby or a teenager would for a stranger's puppy, because that's what Chungha was to me. My baby, my puppy, my cute best friend.

"I don't want to sleep, ____," she said with a small pout after I gently tried pulling her down onto the bed beside me — which she refused. Laughing at her drunk state, I patted the spot beside me to tell her difficult ass she should lay down and sleep. With no hesitation she ignored my motion and instead sat comfortably on my thighs. It wasn't unusual for her to sit on my lap or hug me for a minute or two — I was used to all of that. But this time it was different. I could see in her eyes that her intentions weren't the same as they usually would to be.

"If you don't want to sleep what do you want to do?"

She didn't say anything. Instead she looked me in the eyes and began grinding lightly on me. In a way her eyes were asking me if it was OK for her to move like that. I didn't say anything. Instead I looked at her face and then her hips. What was happening? I always had something to say, so why were no words leaving my mouth? And most importantly: why didn't it feel bad when my best friend grinded on me? As she had gotten a silent OK from me she grabbed my hands and put them on her luscious waist.

Sunmi was in the living room doing who-knows-what and here I was casually laying on our bed with my best friend grinding on top of me. Technically, I wasn't cheating on her as we were in an open relationship so this was allowed. We didn't necessarily get jealous when the other had sex with someone else as we agreed that for now in our relationship we were free to experiment different things as long as we used protection when necessary. Plus, when we had threesomes they'd always be adventurous as we never had a clue what the third person liked or had or hadn't tried before. But the difference between having sex with a new person and your best friend is that, although you don't know what to expect from either, it's going to be more eye-opening with your best friend and it could most likely affect your friendship afterwards. I know that Sunmi was OK with me having sex with new people, but would that still apply if that new person was my best friend?

Chungha knew we were in an open relationship as I had on multiple occasions told her about fun experiences I'd had with different people, which is why she had the courage to do something like this, knowing I already was taken but not exclusively.

Finally I opened my mouth to say something, and with a tone deeper than before, which shocked her a bit. "If you're gonna ride me, pick one thigh and do it good." Soon she was on my right one [as she knew it was slightly thicker and muscular than the left one] and rolling her hips smoothly, seducing me more than I ever thought a best friend possibly could.

My thigh between beautifully sculpted ones was an appealing sight indeed. She grinded her clad pussy on my thigh with so much grace it was obvious she was a dancer — and a very experienced one at that. The way she moved her hips so alluringly, the way she circled her arms behind my neck and kept eye-contact with me, her aura — everything — was art. It was like a performance. Her breathy whimpers was the music and worked tremendously at impacting the audience, which was me.

"Touch me, ____." Never in my whole life had I ever gotten affected like this. How she moved so slowly to enjoy and remember every single thrust against my muscles was killing me. She didn't need to tell me twice, my hands travelled up and down her deliciously curved body instantaneously. Never in my whole life had I been with a power bottom...

...but I liked it.

Sunmi was always an obedient good girl — which I loved — and the open relationship was meant for us to experience different sensations sexually such as this one.

"You should speak nicer to me, Babygirl," I teased with a smirk and smacked her ass, to which she let a small, pitchy moan slip.

To tease me more she leaned to my ear and innocently whispered: "Sorry, Mommy."

I didn't know how to react. My best friend called me Mommy. What was I doing? I had always enjoyed taking care of her because I knew she had worries and didn't like talking about them with me and so knowing that I was caring for her when she needed it filled me with joy. Maybe that was why she was grinding on me? Maybe that was why I let her? Maybe that was why we fucking liked it?

She pulled off her blouse, revealing a black push-up bra that held her boobs up perfectly. It was her favorite bra. I knew that because she called it her "lucky bra" she wore on special occasions. Instead of wondering if fucking with me was her special occasion I admired the sight in front of me. She smiled a little. She was still a little shy as she'd never showed her boobs to me in a sexual context before. I could tell that she was feeling a little nervous all of a sudden at showing her body so I put my face between her boobs. That way she wouldn't have to see my face and overthink any small detail and misinterpret it as judgement or dissatisfaction. I placed wet kisses all over the space between them and up to her collarbones, making her giggle cutely at my affection.

After a few minutes of Chungha giggling and whimpering at the tickling feeling of my lips and tongue on her boobs (at least what wasn't covered), I broke away from her body and looked up at her to slowly slipp off one of the straps of the bra. The strap rolled down her arm and exposed her shoulder and part of her boob. "Can I?" I asked, referring to the other strap. She nodded profusely, like she had wanted this all night or a little longer, and muttered a small "yes". Once again I pulled it off slowly as to tease her, seduce her.

And so both straps were resting on her forearms, shoulders naked, collarbones defined. Looking up at her face, I searched for any sign of uncertainty, but there weren't any; she was sure she wanted me to do this. My hand moved from her waist up her back until it felt the bra's fabric. Click! The bra dropped and revealed her plump boobs. She smirked smugly at my reaction and threw the pointless bra away confidently. "Wanna taste?"

I didn't answer, I just started sucking on her nipple as if my life depended on it, giving the other attention by pinching it lightly between my index finger and thumb. Gasping, she tugged a hand into my hair so she could have a grip somewhere to feel like she was at least somewhat in control. But she wasn't. My tongue swirling and my lips sucking on her sensitive nipple sure proved me right. The way she needed to pull my hair back to loosen a little of my power over her as she was panting showed how she was crippling on the inside. During this whole time she was looking at me going at it, having dreamt of seeing me do it to her for too long. I released her boob with a pop sound. The nipple was red and needy, and so was the other — even more so than the one I'd been sucking; I was always better with my fingers.

"Choke me," she said after regaining her breathing.

"Want my fingers around your neck?"

"Yes, please."

"Want my fingers inside you?"

"Yes, p-please."

"Do you think you deserve it, Babygirl."

The front door opened, making both of us turn our heads to the opening, and there she stood, Lee Sunmi, in all her glory.

"Did someone say Babygirl?" she asked and closed the door behind her.

"Don't tell me you're fucking her and not me," she whined with a needy pout, "I've waited for you for hours. The least you can do is invite me, y'know."

She never whined [in a non-sexual way] or complained because she was my good girl but she was now filled with tiredness and deprived of attention and that changed her behavior. I looked back at Chungha, noticing immediately that she was a little annoyed. Bingo!

"Babygirl, if you want to prove to me that you deserve my fingers I have a little mission for you," I said, intriguing her interest.

"You're going to make me cum with your pretty mouth whilst I prepare Sunmi for my strap. Then when I fuck her I want you to watch and handle it without touching yourself, understood?"

"Yes," Chungha said confidently; she'd never had any complaints about her tongue before and she'd do anything for my fingers tonight. I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear.

Turning my attention to the attention deprived girlfriend by the door, my smile turned into a smirk. "Princess. There. Now," I pointed towards the floor in front of the bed, to which Sunmi obeyed in a second as she was a good girl. I knew she always listened to me, so I felt satisfied. However, there was something about that little naughtiness of Chungha's that intrigued me.

"Good. Now take off your clothes for me." Fuck yes. Sunmi didn't know how to feel about her girlfriend with her best friend in bed — she would've preferred for me to be with someone other than Chungha as she was a threat since we'd known each other for much longer than Sunmi and I. She was tired and a little jealous (I had spent all night with Chungha!), so it only flicked a new side of her. Teasingly, she stood up on her feet and slipped off her tank top in what seemed like slow motion. She took off her shorts even slower and smirked at me. This wasn't like her usual. Was she trying to be...naughty?

"What do you want now?" she asked, not with that sweet tone she always used, but with a rude tone that made me want to punish her for the first time.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ 다가와 내게 이 순간 Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay By my side Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay

이 밤 향기에 또 취하고 멈추지 않아도 돼 sta-a-a-ay 더는 움직일 수 없도록 깊숙이 스며들어 Stay with me, ooh

Tonight, stay tonight Tell me what you wanna do Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight ❞

( Come to me in this moment Stay tonight, stay tonight Stay by my side Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay

Get drunk on the scent again tonight You don't have to stop, sta-a-a-ay Slip in deeply Until you can't move anymore Stay with me, ooh

Tonight, stay tonight Tell me what you wanna do Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight )

—kim chungha; 2020

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swimming lessons for a mermaid

❝ you’re a mermaid who can’t swim? like a sea cucumber? ❞

PAIRING ▸ jung sungchan x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, fantasy (mermaid au), high school au, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, i wrote an mc without commitment issues, an almost drowning scene, one (1) fluffy kiss scene, ft. chenle, winter, shotaro, and jisung

SUMMARY ▸ when jung sungchan accidentally finds out about your secret, you’re offered free swimming lessons from the star athlete himself. problem is, you’re falling for sungchan, and a mermaid can’t possibly fall for a human, right?

WORD COUNT ▸ 8853 words

PLAYLIST ▸ i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys • siren by sunmi • ocean eyes by billie eilish • puzzle piece by nct dream

TAG LIST ▸ @ericshairstrand @seoulbinz @seobseobs @leeknowsredeyeliner @halbae @sehunniepot @jjaeyoonoh @subhyuck @itskkung @irrealitys @lilacboba @otchae @angelssung @junepops @wownajaemin @geniejunn @huangberryyy @hannahdinse8 @junglewoos

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! this is based off the webtoon that is also called “swimming lessons for a mermaid” for @neowaves's webtoon collab. tysm for checking this out and i hope you guys enjoy !! ♡

YOU WEREN’T SURE WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO SHOW UP AT YOUR SCHOOL’S SWIM MEET.

First of all, you knew none of the swimmers on the team nor did you have the slightest clue about how swim meets worked. All you knew was that your school’s swim team was reputable and had the best athletes in the state.

Second of all, you had no idea swim meets went on for this long. You were starving, and you didn’t even have a friend to kill time with. If you knew it was going to go into the evening, you would’ve asked Chenle to tag along with you.

You weren’t even sure what was keeping you here. You had no interest in the swimmers; you had no idea how these meets worked or were organized; and you were bored out of your mind. The only thing that kept your attention was how the swimmers moved so freely in the water.

“We’re now entering the final round of the senior men’s freestyle event!” the announcer’s voice boomed through the auditorium.

You perked up a little, sitting up straighter to get a better look at the lineup. You swept your gaze across the line of swimmers until your eyes landed on Jung Sungchan.

Even you knew of the athlete’s charm despite having never properly spoken to him before. Attractive, popular, charismatic—what wasn’t there to like about Sungchan? Although you hardly interacted with him, you got a sense of the kind of person he was through what you observed during class.

He was hot, you’d give him that, but you found him more beautiful than anything, especially when he was gliding through the water.

At the blow of the whistle, the swimmers leapt into the water. You watched in awe as they powered across the lanes, legs keeping them afloat and arms effortlessly carrying them across the water. Sungchan was gaining speed faster than anyone else, and you figured that his lean build and long legs gave him the upperhand.

Watching these events always made your stomach twist with jealousy. You would give anything to be able to swim just like them, to feel at one with your element.

The announcer’s voice cut into your fantasy, “Jung Sungchan in lane five has won the two hundred meter freestyle event with a new record of two minutes and fifteen seconds!”

“Wow,” you mumbled to no one in particular, watching the swim team run over to congratulate Sungchan.

Your eyes lingered on the pool as everyone started wrapping up the competition. The way the water rippled along the surface almost entranced you. Almost like you wanted to jump in and—

No, you scolded yourself. You are not stepping one foot near that pool.

Curse your longing eyes, though, because you turned back to look at the crystal-clear water. At the same time, Sungchan happened to look up and meet your gaze. You were startled when you locked eyes with his doe ones, but you turned away before you could make anything out of his expression.

He was probably wondering why you were still hanging around while everyone was cleaning up. You were asking yourself the same question, more so when you found yourself taking a seat instead of actually leaving the auditorium.

“Sungchan!” a voice called from beside you.

Your classmate, Kim Minjeong, bounded down the bleachers to make her way to the athlete. Osaki Shotaro followed suit, settling for a slow jog so that he wouldn’t slip. That trio was too familiar; you recalled they never did anything without the other. Something about childhood friends, but you didn’t have many of those on land, so you couldn’t put yourself in their shoes.

“You actually won!” you heard Shotaro gush. “You were so cool out there, Sungchan.”

“Thanks, guys!” Sungchan chirped, and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll catch up once the coach lets me off, but you don’t have to wait for me if I take too long.”

“We weren’t going to, anyway,” Minjeong replied, causing Sungchan to pout at her blunt answer. “Text us when you’re free!”

You took it as your cue to slip away from plain sight, too. You weren’t quite sure what in the world you were thinking, but an undercurrent of desire was screaming for you to get in that pool. Once everyone cleared out, you were sure you could dip your feet in without getting caught.

Scratch that. Under no circumstance could you let yourself get caught.

This was a bad idea.

No, this was a terrible idea.

Quite possibly the worst idea that had ever crossed your mind.

By chance, you had managed to evade the security guards and coach after everyone left. Now, the pool was completely empty, and the only sounds you could hear were from the filter. It was just you and the water. No one else.

You slipped off your shoes and socks, setting them aside where they wouldn’t get wet. You cautiously dipped your toe in the water. Temperature really didn’t matter much to you, but you still didn’t feel all that comfortable doing this in a public pool.

Still, you couldn’t keep on living like this; you had to face your fears if you wanted to learn how to swim.

While you were considering removing your clothes, a voice called from behind you, “Y/N?”

You flinched, nearly teetering off the edge of the poolside. You whirled around quickly to see Sungchan standing in front of you with a mop. His eyes were wide and questioning, eyeing you carefully.

Shit.

“Sorry!” you apologized frantically. “I was just checking out the pool. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“No, it’s fine!” Sungchan replied quickly, smiling warmly at you. “You can stay.”

Before you could respond, the coach’s voice resounded from behind Sungchan, “Kid! Just because you won today doesn’t mean you’re off cleaning duty!”

A light gasp escaped Sungchan’s lips, and his eyes darted from the locker room behind him to you. You were frozen in place, debating on making a run for it or hiding. Unfortunately, the coach was too close for you to run without being noticed, and there were barely any good hiding spots that could conceal you in the next five seconds.

“He can’t know you’re here,” Sungchan whispered, looking around with a newfound sense of urgency.

Go figure. This was probably the longest conversation you’ve had with Jung Sungchan, and he was already trying to get rid of you.

You understood the sentiment, though, so you helped out. “I’ll hide behind those mats.”

Sungchan was about to nod before he heard the coach’s footsteps getting closer. He grabbed your arm, eyes still flitting between you and the locker room. You looked up at him, puzzled, until Sungchan looked down at you with apologetic eyes and a sheepish look on his face.

“We don’t have enough time,” he whispered. “Hold your breath.”

You barely had time to register Sungchan’s words—much less take in a last gulp of air—before he pushed you into the deep end of the pool. All you could do was catch a glimpse of his rueful expression before you sank to the bottom of the pool, back pressed up against the wall.

It was too late. The transformation was already happening. In a matter of seconds, a smooth tail was in place of where your legs should have been, its shimmering jade scales nearly glowing in the water.

The most unpleasant string of curse words came to mind, and you were chanting them internally like a mantra. While Sungchan and the coach were talking above you, the absolute worst situation was unfolding before you.

You were stuck at the bottom of the pool. Two humans were above you. You had no way of getting out without at least one of them seeing your tail. Your secret identity that you had worked so hard to keep under wraps was about to get revealed.

This was a helpless situation. Yes, you were a mermaid, but you couldn’t exactly swim like normal, functioning mermaids could. Really, you were as good as a batfish.

There was a time when you did live in the sea. Although, while your sisters could swim just fine, you were falling behind for some reason. You figured it was due to your mother copulating with your human father, and you happened to get his non-existent swimming skills.

It was extremely defeating to have to be dragged along the water everywhere and to be gossiped about by the other mermaids. Eventually, you had enough and asked your mother if you could live on land with your father. She was more than happy to let you live comfortably, but you still wanted to learn how to swim so you could go back to see your family from time to time.

That day might come sooner than expected if you were caught by the idiot from your class.

As you were attempting to formulate some plan to get out without Sungchan or the coach noticing, you heard his muffled voice from the surface.

“Y/N, you can come out now! He’s gone!” he called out to you. A moment passed in silence, with Sungchan wondering what happened to you while you were stuck at the bottom of the pool. This eventually led to your classmate starting to freak out. “I killed her!” you heard his waterlogged voice exclaim. “Oh my god, I killed Y/N!”

Silence.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Sungchan assured. “I’ll save you!”

My hero, you thought blankly, feeling utterly doomed.

The amount of humiliation you were experiencing was astronomical. If only you weren’t a mermaid so that you could actually drown.

On the bright side, you were wearing a dress today, so at least your garments wouldn’t disappear once you transformed back to a human. (You once had a horrifying experience of shifting back into nothing but your shirt, and you had to run back to your car with a towel covering your lower half.)

At this point, you had accepted your fate. You had already started to see it: Sungchan finding out your secret, ratting you out to the government, and bathing in riches while you were being poked and prodded by scientists and researchers. You were going to make headlines and quite possibly be a disappointment to all mermaids who had tried so hard to cover up their secret.

However, when you saw Sungchan’s face after he dove to your rescue, you were starting to feel a bit more concerned about him instead.

His outreached hand fell back to his side, and you were sure he had inhaled some water by the way his face contorted right away. The shock was normal, you figured. After all, a gleaming mermaid tail was a lot to take in. Meanwhile, you were still stuck at the bottom of the pool, feeling sort of helpless while your only help was currently choking and trying to unsee the fact that you were half-fish.

Before you considered the possibility of knocking Jung Sungchan out so that he didn’t remember anything, the swimmer regained his composure and grabbed your hand, powering his legs to swim to the surface as quickly as possible. He gasped for air when he surfaced while your breathing was normal, save for the fact that your heartbeat was going a million miles a second. You had no idea how you were going to explain this, but you needed to make Sungchan keep quiet about your secret.

Well, first and foremost, you needed to calm him down.

“You’re a…” Sungchan paused, looking back down at your hazy tail reflecting on the pool’s surface before he looked up at the ceiling. “I’m going crazy, aren’t I?”

“Sungchan,” you started slowly, putting your hands up in front of you, “let me explain.”

“You’re a fish!” Sungchan cried out, and you slapped your hand over his mouth, looking around the room nervously. Sungchan’s eyes were wide, and you immediately felt guilty because he started to shake under your hold.

Not only that, but you were suddenly very aware of being so close to his chiseled abs.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, pulling your hand back. “Just be quiet about it, okay?”

Sungchan nodded quickly, pretending to zip his lips, lock them, and throw away the key. The innocent action was amusing; maybe it wasn’t going to be that difficult to keep him quiet.

You moved to lift yourself up out of the pool, sitting on the edge where Sungchan could see your tail splitting into a set of human legs again. He looked absolutely boggled at the sight, blinking repeatedly while his jaw dropped comically. He looked as if he was stuck between asking about it or running away in fear, so you decided to start explaining while you still had his attention.

“I’m a mermaid,” you admitted, a pang of fear shaking you to the core. You had never spilled your secret like this, and here you were, telling a complete stranger due to an unfortunate turn of events. “Now that you know, please please, please don’t tell anyone.”

“What in the H2O: Just Add Water…”

“Sungchan!”

“I won’t!” Sungchan sincerely guaranteed, making you feel a little more reassured. Like he was in a trance, he slowly reached for your leg until you slapped his hand away. “Sorry!” he apologized, pulling his hand back quickly. “I just wanted to see if you were still like… a fish. Like, do you have gills and stuff?”

“Mermaid,” you corrected harshly, narrowing your eyes at the boy. “And no, I don’t have gills.”

He swallowed hard. “Sorry. Mermaid. Got it.”

“I have to be completely submerged in water to transform,” you explained, “so leaving my legs in like this is fine.”

Sungchan looked like he still couldn’t wrap his mind around it, but he pushed himself out of the water and onto the pool deck. You looked up at him curiously, wondering what he was up to, and an edge of panic rose in your throat. Was he going to strangle you to death? Was he so scared that he wanted to get rid of you? Was he going to report you to the coach?

Before your mind could jump to more bizarre theories, however, you felt something soft wrap around your shoulders. You turned your head to see that Sungchan had swathed a towel around you. You didn’t expect the kind gesture, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up at the sentiment.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“I have extra clothes in my locker if you need them,” he offered. “If you stay like that, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

You sized up the overgrown teenager. “I think I’ll pass.”

“No, no,” he insisted, walking back in the direction of the locker room. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

You tugged the towel more snug around your body, sucking in your lower lip while you processed everything that had just happened. You definitely had to explain yourself to Jung Sungchan now, but even though he promised to keep quiet, you were worried because he had quite the record of being a loud mouth. By nature, Sungchan was a social butterfly, getting along and talking with virtually anyone.

You were no different. All this kindness was just in Sungchan’s nature.

“Oh, you’re back,” you mused when you saw Sungchan emerging from the locker room. “I really don’t think they’ll fit me.”

Thankfully, Sungchan was finally wearing proper clothes again, so you weren’t distracted by his perfect swimmer body. He set the pile of clothes on one of the starting platforms and gave you a once-over. He held up one of his sweaters, and although it was definitely going to be large on you, you considered fitting into it. Sungchan seemed to see its potential as well.

“Try this on,” he offered, handing you the black sweater.

With trepidation, you slipped it over your frame, letting it fall past your hips. The shoulders were way bigger, and the sleeves were longer, but you made do. You had never borrowed a boy’s sweater like this, but despite how awkward the exchange was, you were grateful for the warmth.

That, and Jung Sungchan smelled like mint.

You liked it.

“Thanks,” you replied, sucking in a sharp breath. “I guess I owe you an explanation now.”

Sungchan hesitated, but smiled warmly and said, “When you’re ready—doesn’t have to be now.”

You wanted to believe that it wasn’t your fault that your secret got revealed. After all, you weren’t expecting Sungchan to push you into the pool. You weren’t expecting him to cover up the cause of the splash to drive the coach away. You weren’t expecting him to reach for your arm to pull you up even when he thought he was seeing things.

However, part of you resented how careless you were. If you had just minded your business and left the building, you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. Moreover, you wouldn’t have to be leaving your poor classmate all confused and disturbed.

That was why you found the resolve to explain yourself.

You waited until Sungchan got his bag so he could walk you outside. Ever the gentleman, he walked with you all the way to your bus stop. However, you knew your anxiousness would swallow you whole if you left things as they were, so you had to address what he had seen. Before Sungchan turned to leave, you asked if you could talk in a private area. Although the bus stop was empty, Sungchan pulled you to the nearby park where he had a better vantage point to see if anyone was walking by.

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” you confirmed firmly, looking Sungchan straight in the eye. “I’m a mermaid, but I can’t exactly swim.”

Sungchan swallowed hard. You watched him process your words, the gears in his head turning to comprehend what you had just said. It was as if his brain was trying to accept the phenomena that just occurred, and it left him combating against logic and reality. For a moment, he looked faint, and you were afraid that he might faint, but then his gaze turned curious.

“You’re a mermaid who can’t swim? Like a sea cucumber?” he asked. “Is that why you live on land?”

You nodded, choosing to grit your teeth and ignore the fact that you were called a sea cucumber (even though those creatures could probably swim better than you). From there, you explained everything from your family situation to your deal with the sea witch for human legs. Sungchan was dumbfounded that you were able to strike an agreement that allowed you to live on both land and water whenever you pleased. As you continued to talk about how you longed to swim alongside your mother again, Sungchan’s eyes grew sadder.

By the end of your spiel, Sungchan looked like he wanted to cry.

No, wait—he was actually crying.

“Um,” you started, sort of put-off, “are you okay? You’re crying.”

Sungchan sniffled, voice cracking when he asked, “Is it that obvious?”

“Very,” you replied. You didn’t think you would have to be the one to comfort him, but there you were, patting Jung Sungchan’s back over your sob story. “Don’t worry. I’m a tough cookie, but… please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I’ll definitely keep your secret,” he promised, “but will you ever go back home?”

You looked off into the distance, turning his question over in your head. Of course, that was the goal; you wanted to learn how to swim and meet your family again. Yet, you were filled with dread whenever you remembered your inability to push through the water like everyone else.

“Eventually,” was all you said.

You trusted Sungchan.

Scratch that. You had to blindly trust Sungchan.

You ended up exchanging phone numbers with him after talking last night. He seemed sincere about keeping your secret, and you wanted to believe that he was truly a kind person. You could even see in his eyes that he meant no harm.

Still, fear bubbled in the pit of your stomach as you walked into your classroom the next day. You wanted to believe in your classmate, but the thought of him blabbering to his friends was making you anxious. Everyone knew that Sungchan never shut up, always going on about one thing or the other, so you started to doubt if your secret really was safe with him.

You relaxed a bit when you noticed everyone was paying attention to their own business, not stealing glances or whispering behind your back. You went over to your usual seat next to Zhong Chenle and shrugged off your backpack.

“Is it true that you and Jung Sungchan are a thing?” was the first question he asked.

You nearly choked on air, spluttering, “What?!”

Chenle’s mouth curled into a lazy grin. “Jisung told me he saw you guys at the park. You two were getting pretty close, apparently.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you sunk into your seat. “Tell me Jisung didn’t breathe a word about this to anyone else.”

“Of course not.” Chenle scoffed. “Who would Jisung tell? He only tells me stuff and waits for me to tell someone else.”

“Good.” You sighed out in relief. “Anyway, Jisung misunderstood the situation. Sungchan and I are just, um… friends. We were talking about the quiz last class.”

Chenle seemed to buy your story, but his eyebrow was still arched in suspicion. “If you say so. All I’m saying is that I’ve never seen Sungchan hang out with anyone but Minjeong and Shotaro.”

You looked over to catch a glimpse of the trio chatting happily at their desks. Chenle was right; those three flocked together and were practically inseparable at school. Adding you into their equation sounded like a mess, so you had to shut down Chenle and Jisung’s suspicions before they escalated.

“Trust me, it’s nothing at—”

“Y/N!” a voice exclaimed from behind you. You turned your head to see Sungchan grinning widely at you, making his way over and kneeling beside your desk. “Did you get home safe last night?”

In the three years of your high school experience, you managed to make it to senior year without attracting unwanted attention. Three years of hard work, and Sungchan burned all that to the ground with one question. Now, you had half the class gawking at the two of you.

Idiot, you wanted to chide him. You’re an absolute idiot.

You swallowed, eyes flitting around the classroom before they landed on Sungchan. “Yes?” you answered in a small voice.

“Friends, huh?” Chenle muttered under his breath, letting out a snicker before he went back to pretending to scroll through his phone.

Sungchan, on the other hand, was the very image of all things light and cheery. He beamed up at you with the most innocent expression. There was no way you could just ignore him, but even his friends were staring at you with a puzzled look on their faces. After all, you and Sungchan have had virtually zero interactions before today.

Also, something about the sparkle in Sungchan’s eyes made it clear to everyone that you two were sharing a secret.

“Great! I’ll see you later then,” he said, standing up and walking back to his desk.

As you expected, Sungchan was bombarded with questions from his friends as soon as he left. You were left with a smug-looking Chenle whose silence was more nerve-wracking than the interrogation you had expected. Chenle didn’t know about your secret either, so there was no way you could tell him why you met with Sungchan last night.

“He’s just friendly,” you told Chenle. Your voice dropped to a mutter when you added, “Too friendly.”

Chenle studied you with an amused look. “I believe you.”

No the hell you don’t, you thought, narrowing your eyes at him.

But you couldn’t blame Chenle and his speculations. You had to confront Sungchan if you wanted to keep a low profile.

“Let’s pretend like we don’t know each other at school.”

Your suggestion drew an immediate response from Sungchan, and you winced at the way he looked like a kicked puppy. Maybe your proposal was a bit harsh, but you didn’t think it was a good idea to be associated with one of the loudest kids in class.

You had dragged him outside to speak privately. Of course, this made his friends even more dubious of you two, but you had to settle things with Sungchan before they grew into a bigger issue. Although you were unsure if this was a good idea, you assumed it would make matters easier.

“I don’t want to,” Sungchan replied firmly, crossing his arms across his chest to emphasize his point.

This guy was more stubborn than you thought.

“People might misunderstand!” you exclaimed, cheeks growing hot. “So many people were looking when you asked if I got home safe.”

Sungchan cocked his head to the side. “Really?”

You were in trouble. You entrusted your most important secret to the densest guy on the planet.

“Look,” you started, “thank you for keeping my secret and all, but—”

“Oh!” Sungchan cried out, leaning forward and grabbing your hands. “I had an idea, by the way.”

You looked down at your hands sandwiched between his bigger ones and said, “Go on.”

“Free swimming lessons.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll teach you how to swim!” Sungchan offered happily, squeezing your hands tighter. “I have to clean the pool after practice anyway, so we’d have the whole place to ourselves.” When you didn’t reply, Sungchan’s voice grew more serious as he explained, “I was just thinking about what you said last night. It must be really hard to not swim with your family, and I’m a pretty good swimmer, so I’d be happy to help you out.”

You blinked. You definitely weren’t expecting that.

You felt uneasy at first. Swimming at the school’s pool seemed dangerous, even if no one else was around. You already ended up revealing your secret to Sungchan because of one mistake, so who was to say it wouldn’t happen again?

On the other hand, this could be the cure to your worries. You had been fretting over not being able to swim for so long and not having a safe place to practice, so being able to have that time and space with someone who knew about your secret seemed like the perfect solution. Plus, Sungchan could offer you some useful tips.

What were you here for again? Did Jung Sungchan make you completely lose sight of your original goal?

“Is it really safe?” you asked.

Sungchan nodded, a small smile grazing his lips. “I’ll be the only one around. The coach gives me an extra set of keys to lock up after I’m done cleaning, so we can practice in peace.”

His offer was even more tempting. This was supposed to be the time you got some bad omen, warning you not to take Sungchan’s proposal. You waited for a mirror to break, a murder of ravens to fly overhead, or a black cat to prowl nearby.

None of that happened, so you decided to give it a shot.

“Sure,” you agreed, a little wary. “As long as no one’s around.”

“Cool!” He grinned brightly. “I’ll text you when we can start, Y/N.”

Sungchan let go of your hands to wave goodbye, and you didn’t realize how warm his hands were until they were gone. You were about to open your mouth to protest about the sudden timing, but he had already turned to leave. You sat down on a nearby bench and buried your face into your hands, groaning out in exasperation. You came here with one boundary to set, and not only did you fail, but you ended up agreeing to something that would tangle you up further with Jung Sungchan.

Perhaps you were the stupid one.

Days passed.

You thought Sungchan had forgotten about his brilliant idea, and honestly, you were content with that. You had a feeling swimming at the school’s pool would only be troublesome, and you would pull Sungchan deeper into your mess. You weren’t even sure if a human could teach a mermaid how to swim; you technically had the advantage, but Sungchan wouldn’t be able to figure out your anatomy.

For a moment, you thought Sungchan was trying to pull away from you, like if he distanced himself enough, then he wouldn’t have to accept that you were a mythical creature. This theory fell apart quickly, however. Sungchan continued to nag you and greet you whenever he had the opportunity. In fact, he started to approach you more. When you crossed paths in the hallway, he would drop what he was doing and walk with you.

This was semi-bad because Sungchan started to ditch Shotaro and Minjeong to follow you around like some lost puppy.

Sungchan never ditched Shotaro and Minjeong.

To your surprise, by the end of the week, you received a text from him. You were finishing up the last of your homework when he contacted you. Although you had Sungchan’s number, the two of you never really texted except for one day when he sent you random emojis for no particular reason.

sungchan: y/n sungchan: today’s the first day of your swimming lessons let’s go !!

Your brain did a double-take, rereading the message to confirm that yes, Jung Sungchan was insane. You weren’t what people called “spontaneous,” so the sudden timing of his text was making you feel drained already.

y/n: now?? it’s already 7 pm

sungchan: exactly! come on

y/n: wait so i have to walk back to school rn

sungchan: send me your address sungchan: i can pick you up

You were skeptical of his last text, but you figured walking with company was better than walking alone. Or maybe Sungchan would bring his own car. You could imagine him driving all too well, and a rather rose-tinted image of the wind blowing through Sungchan’s hair while he drove with one hand on the wheel was playing in your head.

You texted the swimmer your address, chuckling at his heart reaction to the message. While he was getting to your house, you put on a swimsuit under your clothes and checked to make sure you looked okay.

(Then, you scolded yourself for worrying over your appearance.)

sungchan: i’m outside

This felt odd. This felt like you were sneaking out to do something dangerous with someone dangerous. You had to convince yourself that no, this was Jung Sungchan. The most dangerous thing he had ever done was fall asleep in class during a quiz. Sungchan was the kind of guy who would pout if someone hurt a spider.

You crept past your father’s room and out the front door. You figured having to explain that you were going to meet with a guy at night would freak him out, so you decided what your father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Sungchan was across the street from your house, standing next to his bicycle. You waved, smiling a little when he noticed you and waved back with a bright grin on his face. You had never met someone as enthusiastic as him. This was probably why he found it so easy to make friends, and why people were comfortable approaching the swimmer.

“Sorry, I couldn’t bring my car,” he apologized, patting the rear rack on the bike. “Wanna hitch a ride instead?”

You thought for a second, then asked, “If I’m getting lessons, shouldn’t I start warming up first?”

“Well, yeah—”

“So, how about I ride and you sit behind me?” you suggested with a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

Sungchan balked, but he quickly gave in. “I-I guess that works.” He managed a timid smile, and you snickered when you saw him trying to figure out how his large frame was going to fit on the tiny rack.

You sat down on the bike, adjusting the seating so that your feet could reach the pedals comfortably. Sungchan situated himself behind you, long legs tucked up and hands clutching the back of the rack. You toed the kickstand behind you and used one foot to keep the bike upright before you took off.

“You can hold onto me,” you told him. “I don’t want you falling off.”

“Really? Okay,” Sungchan replied, a touch shy as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You stiffened up by the contact, despite it being your suggestion. It took you a moment to regain your bearings and start biking. You had to put your weight into the first few pedals, but Sungchan’s weight was surprisingly easy to carry afterward.

However, by the time you neared the school, your legs felt like they were turning to mush. This was probably because you were starting to feel conscious of Sungchan’s grip on your waist, and the panic pushed you to make an extra effort to go faster.

“Y/N, you’re so fast!” Sungchan praised, getting off the bike when you stopped by the pool building.

“Thanks,” you replied dryly.

You groaned, stretching out your back when you got off the bike. You underestimated the burden of carrying a teenage boy’s weight, and you were starting to regret offering to ride the bike.

Sungchan unlocked the door to the gymnasium and held it open for you. First, the both of you checked around to make sure there were no people hanging around. When the coast was clear, Sungchan led you to the edge of the poolside. You stared down at your rippling reflection in the clear water, wondering if this was really a good idea. Part of you wasn’t confident, but the other part of you wanted to give it a shot.

You started removing the clothes you wore over your swimsuit, and Sungchan let out a yelp when he saw you stripping. This was followed by a sigh of relief when you had something on underneath. He did the same, peeling off his shirt and shorts to reveal his swim trunks. Although, this was your time to feel shy now that you were getting a closer look at his toned body.

Sungchan lowered himself into the pool and held a hand out, smiling. “Come on in.”

Hesitantly, you took his hand and sat down at the edge, dipping your legs in before you dipped in completely. Once your whole body was submerged, your legs fused together and your gleaming tail took their place. Its scales shone even on the surface of the water, and they almost distracted you from the fact that Jung Sungchan was staring intently at you.

“What?” you asked, flustered.

“Oh, sorry.” He turned away, pink dusting his cheeks. “You look a little different when you’re a mermaid.”

“Well, obviously,” you deadpanned. Leaning back, you moved your tail up to the surface, splashing the water in front of him. “I have a tail.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Sungchan exclaimed. His blush turned darker and he shook his head. “Nevermind. Let’s get started with practice.”

You had never taken swimming lessons before, but Sungchan was, admittedly, a great instructor. Although he found it difficult to teach someone who wasn’t exactly human, he found ways to go about it. You had never considered using your arms to propel yourself forward, but Sungchan teaching you the breast stroke and butterfly stroke helped a considerable amount.

“You can also move your arms like this”—Sungchan demonstrated the freestyle movement in front of you—“and always keep your elbow higher.”

“This is the one you did at the meet, right?” you asked. When Sungchan nodded, you added, “You were really fast that day.”

Sungchan’s hand flew back to the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “You really watched me? I was wondering what you were doing at the meet.” His eyes turned sincere when he looked at you, a gentler smile gracing his features. “You went to the meet to learn by watching others swim, right?”

Truthfully, you wouldn’t be able to answer if someone asked you why you attended the meets. You yourself asked yourself why you were there about fifty times before you gave up on trying to piece it together. Sungchan, however, seemed to hit the bullseye before you even found the answer yourself.

“I guess so,” you mumbled, a strange, warm feeling making your brain tingle. You shook it off and looked up at him with a smile. “You know, I’ve noticed something about you.”

Sungchan’s eyes widened, finger rubbing against his nape when he asked, “What is it?”

You grinned, a devilish gleam flashing in your eyes as you pushed yourself away from the wall. “I’ll tell you if you can catch me.”

Sungchan laughed, the glorious sound echoing off the walls. “Aren’t you at a disadvantage? You can barely swim.”

Still, he smirked and followed after you. Sungchan was right; the match was unfair. Before you could try to get away, his strong arms were wrapping around your waist. Unfortunately, this victory was definitely going to get to the swimmer’s head. He could outmatch anyone in a contest, but now, his eyes were gleaming when he realized he could swim better than a mermaid.

You huffed, defeated. “You’re good.”

“No, you’re just terrible,” Sungchan replied with a laugh. Despite the blow to your ego, you laughed along with him until he asked, “Now, tell me what you noticed about me.”

Sparkling doe-eyes full of curiosity. Rivulets of water trailing down his cool skin. Toned muscles. You were a weak woman.

You bit the bullet and admitted, “You’re kinda cute, Sungchan.”

And the dust of pink across the swimmer’s cheeks was even cuter.

Your swim lessons continued for a while.

You were improving day-by-day, and you were feeling more confident with moving through the water. You still couldn’t keep going for long periods of time, but you could move around just fine for a while. The fact that you were actually able to glide through the water was an impressive feat, and you were itching to show your family how much you’ve improved.

What was this, the YMCA for mythical creatures? You found it sickening that you were growing fond of your sessions with Sungchan.

It didn’t help that you were spending more and more time with him outside of school and your swimming lessons, too. Last weekend, Sungchan invited you to the aquarium with him. Your heart was thundering in your chest the entire time because it felt like a date, but then Sungchan started asking you whether you could communicate with the fish. After that, you found it hard to believe that he actually wanted to spend time with you; you felt more like his science project.

Then, you ended up eating dinner with Sungchan and his family. His mother was an incredible cook and talked your ear off, but you had to pretend you didn’t hear when she asked if you were dating her son. Sungchan walked you home after that, hand brushing against yours several times but never interlocking.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls last night? I was suffering with Calculus all alone!” Chenle complained while you were putting your notebook back in your locker. “Were you sneaking around with Jung Sungchan again?”

You choked over your words. “Sneaking around? Where did you get that from?”

“Um…” Chenle trailed off and nodded to signal someone coming up behind you.

Your stomach was already in a twist. If Jung Sungchan was approaching you, there was no way you could talk your way out of this one with Chenle.

Reluctantly, you turned around, and, to your horror, it wasn’t just him. Shotaro and Minjeong were dragging the tall swimmer over, who looked like a shy middle schooler being pushed into his crush. You supposed it was worse that all you could think about how cute it was that Sungchan had his lips pressed together and his gaze turned down. All you wanted to do was ruffle his soft hair and watch his eyes light up.

“Oh.” Your voice had a softer edge this time. “Hi there.”

“Hey, Y/N and Chenle,” Minjeong started, a Cheshire-like grin spreading across her face as she spoke, “are you two free after school?”

Considering you had never exactly held a proper conversation with either Minjeong or Shotaro, this was very, very strange. They had never shown interest in getting closer to you or being your friend, but you figured that the finger-twiddling Sungchan standing behind them had everything to do with this.

You managed a smile for them. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna intrude—”

“You won’t be!” Shotaro cut in cheerfully. “We want you to come. Plus, Jisung already agreed to tag along.”

“Jisung?” Chenle frowned at the mention of his best friend, who usually never agreed to anything before consulting someone first, and then he shrugged. “Alright, I’m down.” You subtly elbowed Chenle for agreeing so quickly, and he winced. “Hey!”

“You don’t have to come, but we’d love to have you,” Minjeong said, reaching over and taking hold of your hand. Although you weren’t big on skinship, it was strangely comforting.

Sungchan caught your gaze this time, which felt like the first time you made eye contact with him during this whole conversation. “It would be nice if you joined,” he said, and you felt absolutely stupid and small when your heart jolted in your chest.

You paused for a moment, ignoring how Chenle was trying to bite down his smirk beside you. Maybe hanging out with Sungchan and his friends wouldn’t be too bad. Truthfully, there was nothing about them that raised a red flag, but your hesitation was solely because you were scared you would enjoy yourself too much with Sungchan.

You were scared you were starting to fall for him.

“Y-yeah, I’ll come along,” you caved.

You watched plenty of trashy rom-coms growing up, and many of them were about teenage girls who fell in love with the perfect guy. At a young age, your father always let you binge a humiliating amount of Hallmark movies when you were on land and missed your mother. You never fussed over wanting the perfect man, but you would be lying if you said you never thought of being with one of those drop-dead gorgeous love interests.

Plenty of those rom-com female protagonists dove into love head-first, not checking to make sure the water was warm or if there were rocks below. You didn’t even know how to swim properly even though you were a mermaid, so how could you possibly blindly jump in?

Sungchan fit the bill of a love interest quite well. He was tall, attractive, and had that little sparkle in his eyes when he spoke about something he loved. You liked how he scrunched his nose whenever he tasted coffee that was too bitter for his liking; how he spread his legs while talking to you so that he wasn’t towering over you; and how his eyes always found yours when he was laughing at a joke, just to see if you also found it funny.

Right now, you felt like you were being handed the chance for your happily ever after, but you were a stranger in Sungchan’s world. Of course, your parents were living proof that humans and mermaids could start a life together, but you didn’t want to put Sungchan through all those inconveniences that came along with your world.

Perhaps you were just overthinking. Your train of thought tended to run off the rails whenever you were gazing at the ocean.

“Y/N!” you heard Minjeong call from afar. She was running over to the edge of the dock that you were sitting at. “I can’t find the others!”

You two had lost your respective friend groups thirty minutes into your outing. When your legs started getting tired and it got darker, Minjeong asked you to wait by the dock while she went around to see if her phone was picking up reception anywhere.

“I’m sure they’re looking for us,” you said, walking over from the edge you were standing at. “Let’s just hope they get here before it gets too dark.”

“And cold,” she added with a shudder, pulling her jacket tighter around her. You were also feeling chilly in the dress you were wearing, and you kept fiddling with the hem as goosebumps prickled your legs. A small smile crossed Minjeong’s lips. “I’m sure Sungchan’s running circles around the place to find you.”

You forced a light laugh. “I mean, they’re all probably looking for the both of us.”

“You know Sungchan likes you, right?”

You were taken aback by how direct Minjeong was, and her eye contact never faltered once. She was so fierce that you wondered if she was intentionally having a staring contest with you, and you let her take triumphant victory when you tore your gaze away.

Your cheeks grew hot at her words. Part of you knew, of course. You had been trying to accept it yourself, but you were scared of being wrong. You had wondered if Sungchan liked you as much as you liked him, but you always buried those thoughts back under the sand. Hearing such words from his best friend, though, made this feel more real, more plausible.

Before you could come up with a response, she asked, “Do you like him?”

Minjeong was probably one of the sweetest girls you had ever met, but she still radiated scary-best-friend, so you had to tread on eggshells around her at times. Yet, what you thought was a manufactured response surprisingly came from the depths of your heart.

“Of course,” you breathed out. “I really like him.”

A simple “yes” would have sufficed, but your mouth decided to run on its own, you supposed.

A big, cheesy smile spread across Minjeong’s lips before she let out a little squeal. “You two are gonna be so cute together! I can’t wait for—”

Before you could find out what exactly Minjeong was anticipating, you both heard Jung Sungchan himself calling from behind, “Y/N! Minjeong! We’ve been looking all over for you two!” He looked over his shoulder for a brief moment, again calling, “Guys, they’re over here!”

Minjeong placed her hands on your shoulders while Sungchan was still jogging over. You hummed in acknowledgement, looking over your shoulder to see her gentle smile.

“Good luck,” Minjeong whispered, winking right before she walked off.

Sungchan came to a stop when she crossed paths, and after exchanging a few words, he turned and started walking toward you again. This time, he had a more serious expression clouding his face. His eyes were more sincere and locked in on you.

Cue the butterflies in the pit of your stomach because the mood seemed awfully perfect for a confession.

“Hey,” Sungchan murmured, looking you up and down, “are you cold?”

You were flustered by how he was in a rush to take off his sweater for you. At this point, you couldn’t refuse (plus, part of you wanted to wear Sungchan’s clothes again and take in that lingering smell of mint), so you gingerly took the sweater from his hands.

“Thanks,” you said, mustering up the courage to look up at him and smile, “and thanks for inviting me today. I had a lot of fun meeting your friends, too.”

Sungchan grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really glad you decided to come because there’s actually something I wanted to tell you.”

“Are you gonna call me a sea slug again?”

“Sea cucumber, actually,” he corrected with a laugh, “but seriously, I’ve been waiting for this.”

Classic. Sungchan took one step forward and you took one step backward. This was probably even more dangerous on the docks, and you knew of how the ocean was more irritable at night.

A flush of pink started creeping up the swimmer’s neck and turning his ears scarlet. “This is something I’ve never done before, so please excuse any screw-ups.”

You stifled your giggle, taking another step back when he came close. Your head was spinning at this sudden proximity. It was nothing like the easy closeness when you were in the water for your swimming lessons, but right now, the mood was unmistakable. You knew there was something different about the way Sungchan was looking at you.

Like he wanted to kiss you.

And when he leaned in, eyes fluttering shut and hands moving to hold your forearms, you made the worst possible mistake: you lost your footing on the edge of the dock.

To be fair, it was partly Sungchan’s fault for walking you all the way to the edge of the wooden platform. You knew you said that it was easier with Sungchan when you were both in the water for your swimming lessons, but grabbing onto him and pulling him down with you definitely wasn’t what you meant.

Falling into the ocean at night wasn’t the brightest idea. For a mermaid who couldn’t swim, it wasn’t the end of the world, but for humans like Sungchan, it was incredibly risky. On top of that, Sungchan was dressed in heavy clothes that were weighing him down.

Once your tail was out and glowing, you could see the illuminated figure of Sungchan in the water, desperately paddling to find you. However, his efforts were in vain once you realized he was starting to sink.

You, too, were struggling, but you had to muster up everything you had been taught by Sungchan over the course of your swimming lessons. This was the chance you had to prove yourself and show that you had actually retained what you were taught.

Although, it wasn’t what you learned in the school’s pool that propelled you to start gliding through the water to get to Sungchan; it was your natural instinct kicking in, and although you were a little sloppy, you had never felt so alive.

You grabbed underneath his arms and started pushing forward to the surface, using every morsel of your strength to get the swimmer out. Your arms were getting tired halfway, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were carrying Jung Sungchan, who was massive, or if you were just getting used to being a mermaid who could do actual mermaid things.

(It was probably the latter.)

Finally, though, you reached the surface, and Sungchan was gasping and gulping for air for a minute. You had him against the edge of the dock, half his body hanging off of it and the other half laying on the damp wood. Panting from exerting your strength, you were hovering over him, brows knitted in concern as you tried to make sure he was okay.

Sungchan looked up at you, eyes wide with shock. For a moment, you thought he was ticked off, and you supposed it was inappropriate to be thinking of how cute he looked with wet hair matted over his forehead. But his reaction was not what you expected.

“You swam!” he exclaimed. “You swam perfectly!”

“S-Sungchan, can I apologize?” you started. He had to be the sweetest person on Earth to not be mad that you nearly drowned him. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know, Y/N,” he said with a grin, cupping your cool cheeks.

“But, Sungchan—”

One of his hands slipped to the back of your neck, and then Sungchan had pulled you down and was kissing you. Both of your lips were cold and tasted salty, but the warmth that burst in your chest was incomparable to anything you had ever felt before.

And even though Sungchan initiated the kiss, he was so wonderstruck and lovesick when he pulled away, smiling up at you with so much adoration in his eyes. The offbeat smile on his lips made you realize he was still trying to process what just happened until it sank in for good. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, but a little spurt of courage in you decided to cement these feelings for good.

“I like you, Sungchan,” you blurted out. “A lot.”

A big smile broke across his face—in the same way the sunrise set the clouds on fire.

“I like you too, Y/N,” he whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

After years of distancing yourself from people, believing humans and mermaids were never truly meant to be together, and straying from your life under the deep blue, saying yes to your new boyfriend had never been easier.

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 12

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,248

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

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Chapter 12 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, MC going through withdrawal so pain & sickness

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You wake up to a choked scream. Wait. Was that you? You groan in pain as you open your mouth wide before gritting your teeth. Your back hurts like it's on fire. Your limbs are not far behind and you have to swallow before you release another pained sound.

You hear words. They are being spoken to you - about you you think but you feel like you're underwater. You can barely understand what's being said but the voices sound masculine.

Your eyes open and you have to shut them quickly because the world spins around you and fast. You could barely see what was happening around you but you could feel the gentle touch on your arm.

"Hyun-Woo," you cry out.

You hear something along the lines of "I'm here" but you're not entirely sure. Your back seizes painfully, the muscles drawing taut beneath you. Your arms pull back to try and lift yourself off of what you're lying on but it doesn't relieve your pain. You cry out once more and feel a single tear escape from your clenched shut eyes.

Your hearing starts to clear and you can hear what starts off as mumbles turn into voices that go back and forth with each other. One is Hyun-Woo and the other is unfamiliar to you. You have a hard time imagining who it could be and frankly could care less since you're in so much pain.

You grit your teeth as a spasm in your back forces your body to seize again. You try your best not to cry out but the pained sounds leave you in a choked manner. You whine when your body relaxes after seizing up with your breath coming out in pants.

"Where am I," you manage to croak out.

"You're in my room, Dove."

You feel a damp washcloth being placed against your forehead. It's cool against your burning skin but it feels too sensitive to the touch. You try to knock the washcloth off but hands prevent you from doing so.

"Leave it alone, Y/N. You need it."

You pause before gasping. "Sunmi?"

When did Sunmi get here?

"It's me. Shh it's okay." She pats your hair softly.

"H-How did you know?" You try to ask despite feeling nauseous.

She makes a sound akin to a hum before she pulls her hand away from you. "I went looking for you earlier today. Couldn't find you until I heard Master Hyun-Woo's shouts when you had fainted. It's just us now and the good doctor."

Doctor? Maybe that's the unknown voice that you heard.

Your body seizes up again and you cry out loud with tears springing forth from your eyes. The pain feels like fire running up and down your system and you can barely deal with it. Why did this have to happen to you? Why did you have to kiss Hoseok?

A whimper escapes you as your body relaxes again. It's temporary relief except you still feel the pins and needles running across your skin. You're sensitive to the touch and are too afraid to open your eyes lest you vomit. Your body shakes from the cold chills but you feel too hot in your clothes. Sweat permeates through them and it forces the clothing to stick to you uncomfortably. You pull on your shirt to try and take it off but struggle with it. You grunt in annoyance when it doesn't come off and cry out when your skin aches in the process.

"What is it, Dove? Tell me what's wrong?"

You don't care that there are men in here you just want the damn shirt off.

"Take this off. I want it off." You pull at the shirt again and cry when no one moves to help you.

"It's okay." Hyun-Woo goes to calm you down. "We'll take it off. It's okay."

Multiple hands come to help you and remove the shirt from your body. Cool air hits you hard but you welcome it. Your bra is an issue as well but you try to ignore it to maintain some decency for yourself.

As soon as the shirt is off your body seizes again. You grit your teeth through it and give a loud cry of relief when it doesn't last as long as the others.

"How long will she be like this?" Sunmi asks.

"Could be anywhere from two to three days. Maybe more. Depends on how long she's been using." The doctor says.

"Depends on how long she's been using," he says. He made it sound like you were a drug addict, but were you any different than them? Now wasn't the time to act high and mighty.

"Two days." Hyun-Woo says. "The vampire who did this to her said he'd give her two days."

You hear a hum. "He'd give her two days or that's how long this will last? He might be right but I wouldn't trust the word of her dealer. So we'll have to just play it by ear."

You groan. You don't want to play it by ear. You just want it all to end now.

A chill runs through your body and despite sweating you try to burrow into the blankets on top of you.

"Cold," you say as you knock the cool washcloth off of your forehead.

Sunmi grabs it just before it can fall and you feel her lie it down next to your head.

Little whimpers escape you and you dread the next spasm that will rock through your body. You shakily inhale and exhale it into a sigh. You feel so exhausted and you know you're far from over this despite wishing you were.

"W-What happened earlier? How did I f-faint?" Your question is loud in the otherwise quiet room.

There's no answer at first until the doctor speaks.

"It's completely normal for fainting to be the first thing that happens when you slip into this sort of withdrawal. Excess stress could help speed it along faster."

You were feeling stressed. Hyun-Woo's constant kisses and touches were bothering you to no end. You only felt nausea and a headache at first but it all must have snowballed when he wouldn't stop touching you.

You flinch at the memory. And you weren't alone either. You remember Jungkook being there. What must he have thought? Seeing you so prone to Hyun-Woo's touch despite you not wanting it. Despite seeing you getting ready to faint. He wouldn't speak a word about this would he?

"Jungkook," you say but no answer from anyone follows. "W-What about J-Jungkook? H-He won't s-say anything - he c-can't." You can't stop stuttering as more chills wrack your body.

"I didn't see Lord Jungkook." Sunmi says.

"He must have left soon after Y/N had fainted. Don't worry though I'll make sure he doesn't speak a word of this."

Hyun-Woo's words bring you little comfort. By now everyone would know if he wished to speak up on it. Gods know what time it was - how long it's been since you fainted. You try not to think about it but the worry is eating you up inside.

At that moment your body seizes again and you cry out loud from how unexpected it was. You can feel hands hover over you with care - unsure of what to do.

"She'll be like this for a while. The best you can do is make her feel comfortable and keep her hydrated."

"There's no medicine we can give her to help ease her?" Hyun-Woo asks.

"There are options but I'm limited in my resources here. Her best bet is to be sent to a rehabilitation center."

"No," you cry out. "I d-dont want to go!"

"Shh, shh it's okay, Y/N. You don't have to go if you don't want to." Hyun-Woo shushes you gently as his hand pats your arm from beneath the covers.

Your body relaxes a little at his words but you still feel slightly on edge. You don't want to go. Not that it was beneath you but because it was so unknown to you and you'd be away from home. Away from work and everyone will know why you're gone. You couldn't deal with that. Not now or ever.

A part of you hates yourself for going through this. For dealing with Hoseok but for also thinking you could get through this without him. You're at a war with yourself and can't trust your thoughts when it comes to him.

"I'm going to run this under cold water again." Sunmi's words are soft but you can hear her all the same as she removes the washcloth from near you and steps away.

A hand caresses your face ever so gently. The hand feels like it's ghosting across from how soft the touch is.

"My poor angel. I'm sorry you have to go through this."

Your hand comes out from beneath the covers and weakly grasps the hand on your face. You softly cry at Hyun-Woo's touch. Part of you wants to push him away but you also want the comfort. You so desperately need it.

"I want it to stop," you cry.

"I know, love. I know."

It's quiet for a moment as Sunmi comes back. She comes to place the cloth onto your forehead much to your displeasure. You don't want it but you know she's doing this out of care so you relent and avoid swatting her hands away.

"Thank you, Doctor. You may leave. Feel free to house in one of the adjacent rooms just in case you are needed again."

You can't see him but you assume the doctor bows at Hyun-Woo's words before departing. It's as the door closes do you seize again. Your hand grips Hyun-Woo's tightly but it's for a moment as this spasm doesn't last for very long.

After breathing in and out deeply you take a chance and open your eyes. The room still spins around you but not enough to make you dizzy. You look over to your left and see Sunmi. It's hard to concentrate on her face but you see it all the same. To your right you see Hyun-Woo. He's sat on the bed by your side. You think you see his brows furrow in worry but again it's hard to concentrate with the room spinning around you.

You briefly close your eyes as you bring a hand up to rub at your face. "I feel fucked up."

"I can imagine." Sunmi says as she pats your head. "I told you it would be hard."

Hyun-Woo looks between the two of you with curiosity. "How do you two know each other?"

"We met in passing but hit it off quickly." Sunmi is quick to answer. She leaves out the parts about the bruises, rumors and Hoseok.

You can tell Hyun-Woo wants to know more but her smile let's him know that that's the end of it. He pouts in her direction with a side eye before looking back at you.

"Do you need anything, Dove? Would you like some water?"

You think about it for a second before nodding. "Yeah, I'm k-kind of thirsty."

He goes to stand up to fetch a bottle from his mini refrigerator. He's quick to come back and twist the cap off for you. It's just as you're about to grab it does your back spasm again and you grab the nearest thing and squeeze. It's Sunmi's hand and you can't bring yourself to feel bad when she winces. You're in too much pain to notice let alone care. You cry out when it doesn't want to subside and lasts for a couple of seconds longer. Once it dies down you heave a heavy breath. Sweat dripping down with the cool droplets of water from the washcloth. You feel a mess and you're sure you look it too.

"Here." Hyun-Woo softly says as he gently cradles your head up with one hand and brings the water bottle close to your lips with the other.

You take sips - afraid you'll vomit if you drink too much too fast. The cold water refreshes your system and when it becomes too much you push Hyun-Woo's hand away. He stops feeding you the water and lays your head back down just as gently as when he picked it up.

"Better," he asks.

You nod in response.

"Good. I'll keep it right here on the nightstand for whenever you need it. Just let me know."

He's so attentive to you. Treating you like a delicate flower that needs time and patience to flourish. Though you're not flourishing. Far beyond that. You feel like you're dying and it's with attentiveness does Hyun-Woo care for you. It leaves a weird taste in your mouth. Though you appreciate him looking after you you still recall all that he's done to you. Right now you feel like a wounded animal in the den of its predator. You can only do so much and accept what is given to you for your sake. At least Sunmi is here with you. That alone brings some relief to you. Though you know at some point she'll need to retire for the night. A thought strikes you right then.

"What t-time is it? How long have I been out?"

Sunmi looks at her watch but it's Hyun-Woo who answers as he stares at you.

"You've been out for roughly an hour."

"It's 5:45." Sunmi adds on.

That shocks you. You were out for almost an hour? You can't imagine that yet here you were and the time. The time!

"Hyun-Woo," you start off shakily. "It's a-almost time for dinner. Y-you need to go."

He frowns as he shakes his head. "I don't care for that. I want to stay with you."

You mirror him by shaking your own but regret it when it makes you a little dizzy. "I d-don't want anyone s-suspecting anything and Jungkook. You have to tell Jungkook not t-to tell anyone about this."

Hyun-Woo's frown deepens but before he can get a word in your body seizes.

You cry out from the pain. This one catching you off guard and forcing your body to contort. Your arms press backwards as your back is lifted off of the bed. You grit your teeth trying to get through the pain that spears through you. You heave a cry when your body relaxes once again after having been in an aching position and nearly shed tears from it all. You don't know how much more of this you can take.

"Hyun-Woo." His name leaves you in a harsh whisper. "Please."

You can tell he's debating on whether or not he should listen to you. The more stubborn side of him you're fearful of winning looks like it's coming to a head as his brows furrow.

"At least for a little while, Master."

The two of you look towards Sunmi.

"Talk to Lord Jungkook before he settles down to eat and stay for a little while after to avoid any suspicious glances that may be thrown your way."

You look back at Hyun-Woo and see that Sunmi's words got to him. You're thankful for her because he nods before looking at you.

"I won't be long then, I guess."

You give a soft smile in response.

He smiles back before leaning down to press a soft kiss against your washcloth covered forehead.

"Just give me some time and I'll be back, my love."

When he pulls back you have a hard time locking eyes with him. Choosing instead to focus on the ceiling. He doesn't say anything about it as he goes to stand up and you have to clench your jaw in preparation for any oncoming spasms just in case seeing you in pain might make him want to stay. Nothing happens and you're grateful for it as he sees himself out and leaves you alone with Sunmi.

It's quiet for a moment and you suspect Sunmi might have some questions. You look up at her and see she's staring at you.

"I'm s-sure you have s-some questions," you say.

"Yes, but it's none of my business."

"It's n-not but you already kn-know about Hoseok." You bite your lip.

"True," she says as she nods. Sitting up straighter she gives you a weird look. "I thought it was strictly carnal with Master Hyun-Woo."

You sigh. "I-It is or at least it was but i-isn't at the same t-time? I just," you sigh as you rub your face knocking the washcloth off. "I don't w-want him."

There's a solemn air that surrounds you both at your admission.

Sunmi carefully takes the washcloth from off the bed and holds it gently in her grasp as she looks at it. "And you haven't told him this?" She looks back at you.

"H-He doesn't want to hear it."

Her lips purse as she slowly nods her head. "You really know how to pick them don't you?"

You send a glare her way.

She laughs a little. "I don't mean to make it sound like it's your fault. I'm sorry." She continues to giggle at your expense.

"It's not funny."

"I know, I know." She sobers up as your glare lessens. Afterwards she sighs. "Besides handling your withdrawals first what are you going to do about Master Hyun-Woo?"

You mimic her sigh though yours is tinged with pain. "I d-don't know."

"Hoseok will be leaving so he isn't an issue. You just need to avoid him for the time being. As for our Master," she gives a pained expression. "He's a constant. You'll be dealing with him every day."

You groan as you go to rub your eye. "P-Please don't remind m-me. AH!" You yell out in pain when another spasm hits you this time in your lower back. It forces your right leg to cramp and seize up itself.

Sunmi's hands outstretch towards you in worry but there's only so much she can do. You appreciate the concern nonetheless. As soon as it's over you whimper. You don't know how much more of this you could take. You think back on Hoseok's words. He told you he'd give you two days but you don't know if you could last. You're not even halfway done the first day and you feel like you're about to lose your mind. Your body ached - your soul ached. You wanted this all to stop. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as you try and settle into bed.

"I don't know," you slur.

Sunmi looks confused. "You don't know what?"

You shake your head lightly. "I d-don't know how much m-more I can take."

She purses her lips as she looks down at you in pity. "Just know your other option isn't any better."

Your other option: Hoseok. But would it be so bad? You curse to yourself. You didn't want him though. Or at least you think you don't. Your brain is too muddled to think on that. Even then, could you be with someone as possessive as him? As Hyun-Woo?

You rub your temple as a growing headache makes its way beneath your skin. Your thoughts jump back and forth to yes and no to up and down and to left and right. Nothing makes sense yet it does and Hoseok is both your savior and your damning devil. You try and stick with your thoughts and feelings prior to all of this and that it's no, you don't want Hoseok. You want him out of your life and out of your system. You're getting through this withdrawal without him and you'll prove to him and everyone who knows about this that you're strong. You can get through this.

A sharp pain stabs from your temple through your eye. Softly you gasp at the feel of it. You wipe your eye when you feel wetness and for a second you're scared you'll see blood but when you pull your hand back you see nothing but regular tears. You sigh in relief but it does nothing to ease your pain.

Your teeth chatter as a cold chill sweeps over you. This alone doesn't help you at all. Feeling like you're boiling from the inside but you're cold on the surface. Stuttering when you speak because you can barely handle the way your body shudders from the chills and pain that wrack through your body. You're an utter mess at this point. You want to scream, you want to cry, you want to sleep all of this away. You want to do a lot of things but there's only so much you can get away with at this point and time.

Why? Why you?

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"Your little pet is ill." Hoseok recalls Jungkook's words. He suspected as much. Judging by the time he guessed the withdrawal effects would start to kick in. You'd be falling ill without him and there wasn't much he could do about it. He wanted you to learn your lesson first and foremost. That you needed him. He knows you won't last for long - no matter what you believe in.

Hoseok is currently sat at the dining room table. Most of the people are here except for Jungkook and that bastard Hyun-Woo who he suspects managed to find out about your situation. He knows it wasn't because you willingly told him but because Hyun-Woo has a knack for butting his nose into other people's business. Only the gods know how many times he's done so over the years Hoseok has known him.

It takes a while before Jungkook makes an appearance. Seokjin and Hoseok raise a brow in question to the younger vampire who enters the dining area with a small but irritated pout. Hoseok knows it's because he's hungry and whatever it was was that was keeping him from eating is no doubt on his shit list. The young one nearly throws himself into his seat that was barely pulled out before him and grabs his knife and fork. He doesn't even know what there is to eat yet. If he did he would see the main dish didn't require a knife but he picked it up only to then run the two utensils across each other illiciting a sharp sound. Hoseok clenches his teeth in irritation. If there was a sound he hated most it was the sound of utensils being scraped against one another as well as being scraped across a plate and teeth. Jungkook was clearly doing this because if there's one thing he does when he's mad it is to act like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

He runs the fork over the knife one more time before Hoseok barks at him.

"Enough!"

Jungkook along with everyone else at the table looks up at Hoseok.

"If you're mad about missing dinner that is still clearly here I'd suggest you find a less annoying way to deal with it."

Hoseok is mad at him which just makes Jungkook pout harder.

"Sorry, hyung." His words are soft though Hoseok hears him all the same.

The older vampire doesn't acknowledge his apology because his thoughts are now filled with you and another vampire who suddenly makes his appearance now. Hyun-Woo enters the dining area and he reeks of stress. He can smell you on him but not much else besides the vampire's disgusting scent.

"I was wondering if you were going to join us or not." Hyun-Sik speaks with an ever present smile.

Hyun-Woo gives an awkward smile in return but Hoseok can tell he's not all here. His mind is elsewhere and Hoseok can guess where.

Everyone continues to eat but neither Hyun-Woo nor Hoseok find themselves able to eat. The former because of you and the latter because of Hyun-Woo's presence. It leaves Hoseok feeling irate knowing Hyun-Woo had been with you. No doubt touching you - trying to express his love to you. Though Hoseok may have given you permission to do whatever you so please during this time of withdrawal it didn't mean he had to tolerate it. Especially when it had to deal with Hyun-Woo himself. Speaking of which...

The vampire looked unsettled. He wasn't very good at hiding his feelings. If anyone else noticed they made no move to acknowledge it. Hyun-Woo was silent but Hoseok could tell something was wrong with him. His eyes looked through the plate before him and he would nervously bite his lip. He sat wound up in his seat - tense amongst bodies that sat still and calm. If it weren't for his self control Hoseok would roll his eyes openly at him. How much more obvious could he make his situation be?

Hyun-Woo clears his throat as he reaches for his glass so he can be served wine. He tried to act natural but the actions fall through into a pathetic attempt. Hyun-Sik takes notice and smiles in his direction as he is served his own wine.

"Everything alright, dear brother?"

It takes Hyun-Woo a second to realize he's being talked to. When he does his eyes go wide for a second before his features grow calm.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

Again Hoseok's self control is marvelous otherwise he would have laughed out loud at how stupid Hyun-Woo looked and sounded right now.

Hyun-Sik shrugs with a smile. "Just checking is all."

Hyung-Won looks over to the middle child of Baek and over to the youngest.

"Anything new I should know about? I feel like we don't talk as much as we used to."

Hyun-Sik smiles in his older brother's direction before looking down at his glass of wine. "It depends on what constitutes as new to you, brother."

Hoseok notes how the oldest doesn't react to the comment instead looking over to Hyun-Woo who looks off into space again.

"Hyun-Woo?"

Said vampire shakes his head softly before looking over to his brother. "Hm?"

Hyung-Won presses his tongue into his cheek before parting his lips to speak again. "You seem lost in space today. Anything on your mind?"

Hoseok looks at Hyun-Woo and wonders what he'll say next. Will he speak on you and what's been happening between you and him or will he stay silent?

Hyun-Woo is silent for a moment more before he shakes his head with a weird look. "I didn't sleep well. Still kind of tired."

There's a clang to Hoseok's right. Jungkook dropped his chopsticks as he stares in mild disbelief and interest towards Hyun-Woo's way. Hoseok takes it all in and he wonders what Jungkook would be willing to say at this point and time. All he got out of him earlier was that you had fallen ill and that Hyun-Woo had panicked. This was after Jungkook had spent some time with you and the other vampire over in the play room. It also seemed as if Jungkook wanted to say more to him but they were interrupted by Hyun-Sik who then led Hoseok off into the dining area to eat.

He hums to himself in silent thought.

Hyung-Won makes a sound of acknowledgement Hyun-Woo's way. "I see." Is all he says but it doesn't bother Hyun-Woo nor Hyun-Sik in how disinterested he sounded. Maybe they were used to this. Unlike the Bangtan clan who share almost everything with one another. There were no secrets between them. None whatsoever. Not even the one about you.

Regular conversation breaks out at the dining table. Seokjin casually stirring one up and everyone else falling in line. Hoseok finds himself talking here and there and Hyun-Woo feels like he has no choice otherwise people will start asking questions. The least spoken to because he rarely speaks back is Jungkook who eats his food like a man starved. Though Seokjin is used to this because of how things are back at home.

"Speaking of sweets," Seokjin trails off the topic of conversation. He looks towards Hoseok and a sickeningly sly smile overtakes his face. "How's your little darling, brother?"

Something akin to a snarl appears on Hyun-Woo's face because he knows. They all seem to when it came to Hoseok.

"Darling?" Hyun-Sik questions. "I'm assuming you mean our dear Y/N?"

"That's the one." Seokjin smirks as he takes a swig of his drink.

Hoseok takes a sip of his own without a single emotion to express. Nothing to hint here nor there.

"She's doing well."

"Is she now?" Seokjin questions.

He hums in response.

"You've really taken a liken to our maid. A maid who is off limits for the most part but that doesn't stop you now does it?" Hyung-Won states.

Hoseok has a hard time deciphering whether he meant that in a good or bad way but doesn't let it affect him either way. Instead, a smile that barely reaches his eyes overtakes his face.

"Despite being off limits as you say if there's one thing Hoseok is good at it's changing the minds of others." Seokjin says with a smile.

Hoseok doesn't acknowledge the comment but he watches the way the two Baek's watch their middle brother. Hyun-Sik smiles but it's almost reserved and Hyung-Won's brow raises in Hyun-Woo's direction. No one says a word in response but before it can get awkward a voice speaks up.

"She smells nice. Better than the ones Jimin brings home."

All eyes draw towards Jungkook who licks the chocolate mousse off of his spoon.

"Well we know why the ones Jimin brings home smell weird, Kooky."

Jungkook huffs at the nickname. "Not here, hyung."

"Oh right, right." Seokjin winks his way.

There's a subtle roll to Hoseok's eyes at the exchange.

"What would you do after you leave?" Hyun-Sik asks. Everyone looks over to him to see he was asking Hoseok. "You seem to forget she's our maid which means when you leave she's out of your life."

Hoseok smiles but it barely reaches his eyes. "I have my ways."

"That he does." Seokjin adds in.

The sound a of chair scraping against the floor resounds through the room. All eyes are drawn toward Hyun-Woo who stands with his hands leaning against the table. His eyes bore into Hoseok's face and all know if he had the power to he'd leave a hole from how hard he stares.

"You talk too much," he says.

Hoseok raises a brow in his direction.

Hyun-Woo stands to his full height and crosses his arms with a look of distaste. "You talk too much knowing she doesn't want you. After all it was me she chose over you."

Hyun-Sik's smiles drops as his eyes widen along with Hyung-Won's. Jungkook goes back to eating his dessert while Seokjin looks like someone told him the greatest of news.

He sits back in his seat with a wide smile. "Well this just keeps getting more and more interesting."

"What do you mean she chose you Hyun-Woo?" Hyung-Won asks.

"I mean that we're in a relationship. It's only recent but one that should be respected all the same."

Hoseok doesn't display his reaction but he's growing irritated by the minute. He doesn't know how much more he can hear the vampire before him delude himself into thinking he has anything going on with you.

"And this is Y/N correct? The same Y/N that's been denying your advances for months now."

"Hyung-Won." There's a slight pout to Hyun-Woo's lips.

"I only ask because it doesn't sound right to me."

"Well maybe he's right." Hyun-Sik says with a look of realization coating his features. "It would probably explain the marks on her neck I've seen. It must have been Hy-Woonie then."

There's an uncomfortable silence that takes over the room before it errupts.

"Wait, what marks?"

"She has bruises on her neck."

"Bruises?!"

"No as in love marks."

"Hyun-Woo doesn't seem the type to do that."

"Well I saw them too."

"You saw the marks too?"

Jungkook nods.

Everyone seems to quiet down after Jungkook speaks. Chaos took over almost every single person in the room except for Hoseok and Hyun-Woo who stare at each other. The former gives him a weird look while the latter looks uncomfortable from all the unwanted attention.

"Hyun-Woo?"

He doesn't know where the question came from but he can't take his eyes off of Hoseok. The other vampire sits before him with a cocky air about him. Like he knows the truth but that's because he does because it wasn't Hyun-Woo who marked her but Hoseok. And it's beginning to drive Hyun-Woo up the wall.

He grits his teeth in both anger and annoyance. "You can't have her."

Hoseok chortles. "I think she's already made her choice. You're just choosing to ignore it."

Hyun-Woo's hands turn into fists. He doesn't want to hear anymore of this. He doesn't have to because he has you in his room. You're with him and not Hoseok.

He turns away and leaves the dining area in a furious hurry back to his room. Back to you.

Hoseok knows where he's going and despite doing his best not to show it, he's annoyed. He figures you're spending your withdrawal with him because you need the support but Hyun-Woo is letting it get to his head.

The rest of dinner is set in an awkward silence. No one mentions Hyun-Woo or you again and they especially don't bother Hoseok. The brooding vampire finishes up what's in front of him quickly so he can head off somewhere where he'll more than likely be alone. He doesn't want to be in his room. He wants to be somewhere close to you so he chooses the garden. You love the garden so much and he'll be sure to have the one back at home ready for your viewing pleasure because he has plans for you. Plans for you to come home with him. It's just a matter of having your Masters relieve you of your duty. To relieve you to him. He has a lot of plans but none that can be met so far. He wants you dearly because he knows you're the one for him. He just needs for you and everyone else to see that too.

Hoseok pushes away from the dining table and makes his way to the garden. It's not a long trek and soon he finds himself before the sliding doors. Though his time here hasn't been long he looks upon the memories with you here as if they were from ages ago. He misses you and wants to relive them. He sits down in the very same spot as last time he sat out here with you. It doesn't feel the same without you here but he takes in the oncoming night air as if you were. Imagines your hand is outstretched towards him and imagines himself taking it into his own. Imagines him kissing each and every delicate finger of yours until he lays one into your palm. Imagines the way your face will blush and watch as the redness takes over your ears and neck. His flower whose scent was once her own but now intermingles with his after he gave her a part of him from each kiss. It was like that for vampires. Oftentimes mates would exchange scents but since you were human only yours would change. He could tell by the smell already that you were becoming his. An enticing scent that could draw other vampires in during the process of exchanging but over time you'll smell more and more like him until all that's left of you is him and him alone.

He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. He wonders how far along you are in your withdrawals. Wonders how much pain you're in. He's no sadist but he takes pleasure in knowing you're hurting without him. He would love to be by your side and know you wouldn't be suffering because he would be there to give and give more of him so you wouldn't hurt but you wanted to prove to him otherwise. Yes, he's sure about that. He figures you want to prove your independence from him though you do want him. Prove that you're still an individual that can take care of herself. Though that means you're in pain now and so he can't bring himself to even think why this is a good idea.

He wants to visit you but last he checked your room you weren't there and he suspects you're with Hyun-Woo. Of all the people to spend this withdrawal with he can't understand why it's him. The vampire had to have forced you because his Y/N would never. It made no sense to him. He worries for you a little in his presence and wonders if he should send someone in. Someone he can pay good money to keep an eye on you. They'll have to come up with a good reason to head into Hyun-Woo's room and have a believable tale as to why they can stay and take care of you in his stead, but he doubts Hyun-Woo will allow it. The man is too paranoid for his own good.

Hoseok huffs. He could just wait it out until you need him. That can work out too. He's confident you'll need him again and with that thought he is comforted because with time comes patience and soon you'll be his again.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok

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