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kyufessions · 2 years

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Four Years

synopsis: wonwoo is a published author, and after a full year he makes his comeback with a new bestseller which angers you, leading you back to him

genre: exes to lovers, slight angst

word count: 3.4k

pairings: ex boyfriend, author! wonwoo x ex partner! g.n. reader

warnings: alcohol mention, some cursing, if i’m missing anything lmk !

a/n: shoutout to my friend for recommending me this idea for a wonwoo fic omg i’m obsessed ??? thank u xoxo (hope y’all enjoy) ~

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

With his nightly bottle of watermelon soju already completely finished, wonwoo let out another aggravated sigh as he sat in front of the same empty word document on his macbook. Cursor blinking teasingly at him, he smashed random keys before hearing a small text notification ring from beside him. His eyes looked down at his iphone screen and noticed the text from his publisher, asking when his next book would be ready and if he needed to push back his release date for the third time this year. Truth be told, he had no clue when his new book would be ready for release since he hasn’t even started on it yet. It's been months since his last strike of inspiration and no matter how many dates he went on or how many one night stands he had, they never helped him with his creative loss. He would always hope to feel something, anything. But he always felt the same emotion afterwards: temporary bliss that was soon replaced by the same feeling of loneliness.

after you both separated four years ago, you’ve noticed his books and writing hasn’t been the same. even before he was a successful published author, his work was always full of life and positivity with love spilling off the pages. but his first published book after your breakup was very different and didn’t seem like him at all. sure, you can tell it was him writing from knowing his writing style like the back of your hand but the sadness you felt from reading it out of pure curiosity made you feel heartbroken all over again. although his recent writings were what brought him more popularity, even becoming a New York Times best selling author, you missed all the mushy gushy things he used to write. even his small fan base online were surprised by his sudden shift in genre but were nonetheless surprised and admired his art.

another thirty minutes passed wonwoo by with nothing but the same blank word document teasing his lack of creativity. it wasn’t till his phone continuously buzzed when he was brought out of his daze and noticed a call incoming from his publisher. he debated on picking up the call, but decided to after realizing he’d rather talk to anyone than deal with his writers block.

“hello?” wonwoo answered as he picked up the phone, hearing an automatic sigh of relief from the man.

“i’ve been texting you for two days and haven’t heard anything, thought you were dead or something.” jeonghan, his publisher, joked on the other end. jeonghan wasn’t just a publisher but also one of his closest friends from high school who has stuck by him ever since they met. both of them meeting seemed like destiny, and to this day they both are convinced that’s true.

“just been busy is all.” wonwoo replied in a monotone voice, resting his head in the palm of his free hand as his elbow propped up on his desk. he wiggled his nose up to further push up his frames, ultimately using his pinky finger to do so since he failed at his first attempt.

“how far along are you with the new book? everyone’s waiting for something new from you, it’s been almost a year.” his friend and publisher spoke, his irritation and concern seeping through the phone.

a deep sigh was heard from the writer, his fingers tapping on his cheek as if in thought. “i don’t know, man. i really don’t. my writer's block is winning right now and i- i don’t know.”

“you have two weeks, wonwoo. that’s when the next meeting is. please, i’m begging, at least have a little something by then.”

wonwoo hummed in agreement, saying he would try his best to do so before hanging up with a goodnight. he threw his phone on the bed behind him, running a hand through his hair afterwards to soothe his thoughts in any possible way. a knock on his door interrupted any new worries attempting to sneak their way into his brain, making his eyes dart to his desk clock and realizing he had scheduled a hookup with someone he met on tinder a while back. how he forgot about getting laid tonight he doesn’t know, but he didn’t hesitate to run to the bathroom and quickly fix himself before going to open the door to get on with his nightly activities.

it was two a.m. and there wonwoo sat, a stranger sleeping in his bed with their back facing him as he played with their hair mindlessly in thought. every time he was with someone, his mind endlessly wandered to you. thinking back to all the memories you both shared together through the years and curious as to how you were doing nowadays. but he never dared to reach out, scared that you had him blocked or even worse: would leave him on read. as sadistic as it may seem, he always imagined you were the one laying next to him snoring peacefully or you were the one riding him through the night instead of all these random people.

that’s when an idea struck him: you. how did he not think of this sooner? with his writer's block now lifted, he quietly shuffled out of bed in his red and black boxers over to his desk to snag his laptop and move into his spare bedroom that he always referred to as his ‘writing headquarters’. a tired smile spread across his lips as he finally typed out every thought he had. and although he felt tired, he also felt very energetic from finally being able to start and hopefully finish his new book. he just hoped it would be liked and loved by many, and hopefully you wouldn’t be upset with him for it.

as the meeting came to a close, everyone reassured how well wonwoo’s new book would be and how much of a best seller it was sure to be. the kind words brought a proud smile to his face, making him look like a giddy twenty year old who’s discussing his first potential publication when in reality it would be his fifth. jeonghan gave his friend a comforting hug as they left the conference room, telling him how great of a job he was doing in his career and how he surprises him with each new book of his.

“just one thing though.” jeonghan said as he pulled back, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “do you think y/n will appreciate this? is it going to be an issue for them?”

the writer thought for a moment, not really thinking too deeply about the fact of his new upcoming publishing. “i don’t see a problem with it, to be honest. and i didn’t mention their name at all, so i don’t think they’ll care much. hopefully.”

you sat down with your cup of coffee across from your closest friend, vernon. you’ve known him since you were younger, your mothers being friends since childhood and always having a pact to have children who grew up to be best friends just like them. luckily enough for them, it came true. and now here you two were: best friends and roommates. he knew everything about you, every little detail. as did you about him. that’s why when he picked up his pre-ordered copy of wonwoo’s new book, the details of the love story seemed all too familiar.

“have you read his new book?” he asks as he waves his paperback copy in his hand, causing you to look up from the flower foam art in the mug.

you shook your head, letting out a small laugh. “no. why would i read my ex's new book for?”

“because i’m pretty sure the new book is about you two, your story and shit.” vernon’s words almost made you choke on the sip of coffee you just drank, your eyes widening at him.

“excuse me? what do you mean ‘our story’?”

your best friend flipped open the book to a specific part he purposely bookmarked with a post it note to show to you, pointing to the specific paragraph. “here he describes how the two protagonists meet, which is freshman year college orientation.” he nudged your arm with his elbow as you leaned over the table to read the paragraph.

every detail was just how you remembered the night you met wonwoo. down the the mainstream music bumping through the speakers that you couldn’t stand to hear with a red solo cup full of red punch instead of alcohol because you couldn’t stand the taste of strong liquor. he even described the way your eyes met his between the busy bodies of the crowd, and the conversation with both of your individual friends being drowned out from your pure concentration on one another from across the room.

“maybe it’s just a coincidence.” you bluffed, hoping if you denied it it would be true. but everyone knew that wasn’t true in the slightest, especially vernon.

“bullshit.” he scoffed, turning to another page with a blue sticky note on it. “i first thought the same thing, but here he describes your first date together. and that’s kind of hard to make up considering how hectic it was from start to finish.”

you read the entirety of the page, skimming through it with your mouth hanging slightly open at the accuracy. you and wonwoo’s date was supposed to be a simple movie night at his place, but that was the same night that his roommate started a fire which made you two switch over to your place. but just as the movie was starting, your roommate came rushing in drunkenly crying about some guy that broke her heart and how she needed you. when you described she was on a date, she cried even harder and locked herself in the bathroom which led to her falling asleep in the bathtub that night. and, as if the night couldn’t get any inconvenient, wonwoo needed to use the bathroom so you both ultimately decided to just go out somewhere and eat. but with both of you being broke college students, all you could afford was to share a large menchie’s frozen yogurt.

by the time you both arrived there, they had ten minutes till closing. the book described the daggers the high schoolers sent you as you rushed to compromise on flavors and toppings. even the mix of flavors and different toppings were ones you remembered getting that night, so at this point you stopped reading and sat back down in your seat to take an angry sip of your newly warm drink. vernon shut the book slowly, a grin of ‘i told you so’ plastered across his face.

“what the fuck.” was all you could manage to say before letting out a drastic sigh. “did you finish it? how does it end?”

he shoved the book and his half eaten sandwich into his bag before responding to you. “exactly how you guys broke up. you know,” he started, pausing to take in a deep breath. “you should talk to him. see why he basically aired both of your businesses to the world.”

you nodded, finishing off your coffee and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. “lucky for me he’s having a book signing later today so i’ll just go there-“

“y/n, don’t cause a scene.” vernon recommended, placing a cautious hand on top of yours.

but you pulled it away, smiling down at him sarcastically. “yeah, yeah. i’ll try.”

later that night you did as you said you would: attend your ex's book signing at the local bookstore in the city. it was cute, small, and a place you and wonwoo frequented all throughout your college years. but now with both of you being in your early thirties and no longer together, it was just a store you passed on your way home to the train station filled with distant memories. you listened to the people around you talking amongst one another about wonwoo, claiming him to be their favorite author and how this is one of his best works yet. some even said how much of an ideal man he seemed to be, going as far to call him perfect. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, letting a quiet chuckle escape here and there.

you noticed his demeanor change once you stepped in front of his table, switching from a cheerful one to a calm one in an instant. you smiled at him annoyed, asking if he could sign your book. he just just nodded, not a word being said from him.

“how dare you, wonwoo?” you whispered, biting down on your inner cheek to keep you from raising your voice and causing a scene.

he finished signing with his silver sharpie, looking up at you with a smile you couldn’t quite read to throw off those around you two. “stay after the signing, i’ll explain. i promise.” he responded, nodding along as if he were answering a fan-type of question.

you just nodded, thanking him kindly and walking away while telling him how you enjoyed the read. but in reality, you wanted to just yell at how he shared your intimate details with the world. sure, no one except both of your closest friends and family members would know that it’s both of your stories but still. just the thought of them knowing deeper parts of your first real relationship with your first love made your skin crawl. you kept those memories to yourself so no one could take them away from you, but here jeon wonwoo was doing all that work for you.

as you walked away, you noticed jeonghan and walked over to him since he just stood there on his phone. you still talked to him here and there, just small little messages of ‘hope you’re well!’ and occasional likes of instagram stories and tweets. he smiled seeing you, holding out his arms for a hug and you obliging.

“your client is an asshole.” you mumbled into his shoulder, earning a small laugh from him.

he just nodded, rubbing your back as you both pulled away. “i told him to ask you, i guess he didn’t?”

you shook your head, rolling your eyes as you shoving the freshly signed book into your tote bag. “i haven’t heard from him since the breakup. that’s why i'm so shocked and angry, han.”

you soon felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see the man you couldn’t wait to give a piece of your mind. you glared at him as his eyes softened, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you to a back room they reserved for artists when they came to the bookstore for such events. jeonghan just watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head and scoffing as he walked away to talk to grab himself a much needed large iced americano.

as soon as the door closed behind you both, you threw your bag on the small couch beside you and stared at him with distaste. “how fucking dare you!” you yelled, pointing at his chest causing him to start backing up. “how dare you air out our relationship like that for the world to read?”

he continued backing up, his arms up in the air to display his mercy. “i understand how fucked up it seems but-“

“but what? you ran out of ideas and decided to use our story for a good book idea instead?” by this time wonwoo was backed up into a wall, his arms still in the air for defense. “our relationship wasn’t-“

“i know what our relationship was and wasn't, y/n. you don’t need to tell me.” his voice raised a bit in volume, making you swallow hard. he almost never yelled, so even hearing it today still made you surprised. “you know for every single one of my writings you’ve been my inspiration behind them. every single one. i haven’t wrote for almost an entire year because i’ve missed you so much until i just- i missed you so much that i just wrote about us. and i’m sorry if you took it the wrong way but fuck.” he paused, running his hands through his hair as he looked down at the floor then back up at you once more. “i miss you. i know it’s been four years but i still can’t get over you and, and i don’t know what came over me. i guess me writing about us helped me with my writers block. so much so that i even started on my second book already-“

you shook your head as your eyes stared into his. “im just shocked, is all. pissed off, yes. but because you didn’t run it by me. you could’ve easily texted me or something, won. you know that.”

he swallowed, biting down on his lip in embarrassment. “i just got scared you’d block me or something. i’m sorry, i truly am. if you want i can have the books pulled from the shelves, i wouldn’t mind. id just have to talk to jeonghan about it.”

another shake of your head, this time a foolish smile accompanied by it. “no, it’s fine. i just wanted an explanation as to why you did it, is all.” your eyes wandered from his eyes to his hair, noticing a few poking greys. you raised your hand to it, playing with it between your fingers. “you’re getting old, grandpa.”

he laughed, swatting your hand away in a playful manner. “you’re not too far off.”

your eyes landed on one another’s again, making you both hitch your breaths in your throats. if anything, wonwoo was more handsome than the day you had met him all those years ago. and you’d be lying if you said you regretted breaking things off with him. at the time, your insecurities were out of whack causing you to overthink. it even made you assume wonwoo wasn’t as interested in you as before, ultimately leaving you to break up with him so he could ‘find better’. but truth be told he never could, because you were all he needed and vice versa. you tried dating, you really did. but nobody ever compared to him, not even close. and you wanted to reach out to apologize and potentially mend the relationship, but you knew if he had moved on it would hurt you. because you couldn’t be just friends with someone you were still utterly in love with, it’d hurt too much and you weren’t getting any younger.

you cleared your throat, wonwoo following suit which made the atmosphere between you both even more awkward than previously. you noticed the blush on his cheeks, smiling at him proudly. “i find it cute how i can still make you blush after all these years.”

he rolled his eyes, cocking his head to the side. “and i find it cute how flustered you still get around me.”

you let out a soft giggle, taking a few steps back to widen the gap before reaching your hand out to grab his. both of your fingers intertwined automatically, melting together as if they never left. you started walking towards the exit of the room, not saying a word until wonwoo questioned you.

“where are we going?”

“that old diner we went to all the time is still open, i wanted to take you.” you responded, pausing in front of the door and turning back to look at him. “unless you’re busy?”

he shook his head violently, making you laugh. the small wrinkles by your eyes made his heart skip a beat, taking note of the subtle aging in your skin. regardless, he still found your beauty mesmerizing. “for you i’m not. i'd prefer frozen yogurt though.”

for the rest of the night, you both caught up on each other's lives. talking to him was really easy, almost as if you were still best friends and partners. you both shared the same large frozen yogurt you always did all those years back, your noses scrunching at the odd combinations of reese’s peanut butter syrup and bubble gum flavored froyo. but the evening was nice and cool, making you both feel like those eighteen year olds that were still helplessly falling for each other. except you were now thirty-two and still helplessly falling for one another, except it was all over again.

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minchananigans · 1 month

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tf you mean svt had an ass size discussion and choi 'bakery ceo' seungcheol wasn't mentioned??

#seventeen #svt #svt kpop #like put some respect on his cake #mine

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theselfishkid · 2 years

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gwenhaechana · 24 days

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─── ⋆⋅ falling in love ⋅⋆ ──

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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3 is Never a Crowd Pt. 2

Alright, I think I’m finding my rhythm again.

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part 1

I grab the soft black towel from the rack and wrap it around me.

I can still hear my heartbeat in my ears. My hair goes in its microfiber towel, the dark color obscuring my tri-colored curls in the mirror. I dry off slowly, the only sound in the room is water disappearing down the drain.

And yet, my thoughts are louder. I let the towel pass over my lower stomach when I hear his words in my head. My cheeks and nose go red; I look like a schoolgirl much to my dismay. How was I to face him again after the things he said to me?

After what he heard.

Should I just be casual and act as if nothing happened?

I traced over where his hands were. I can still feel where he had touched my body; The feel of his fingertips seems to linger. Nothing short of longing fills my senses as I find myself craving those touches again. I want to feel him again, I wanted him to hold me in place like that again, even tease me if he wished to.

I shake my head, hoping the motion serves as a physical means to get him out of my head. I tell myself I am only feeling this way because I’ve dick-deprived since my ex left. The breakup was nothing too personal, or so I told myself. I’d be lying if I said the alternative did not cross my mind.

Could it have been personal? Did I not do enough? Was I a good enough girlfriend? I assess my performance as a girlfriend; I did everything that I possibly could to keep him happy. Was I a bother to be around? The budding confidence is overshadowed by guilt.

My hand runs through the thick strands of my hair, combing through the tangled curls with my fingers. I brought my hands to my chest, cupping them for a moment, a slight frown playing on my lips. I run my hands down my sides, particularly attentive to feeling the curve of my hips.

Maybe I was not curvy enough? I catch myself before I fall into that dangerous way of thinking. What was I doing? Am I tying my physical worth to the success of a relationship? I roll my eyes and huff at my behavior.

What I was doing was nothing short of ridiculous; Relationships can end naturally, without the societal need to place blame on the other. Switching tactics, my fingers move towards the hair oil on the counter. A quick succession of knocks came at the door. I had just enough time to turn my head and secure my towel before Mingyu cautiously poked his head in. I try to focus on working the brush through my hair, hoping to mask my thoughts.

“I left my phone in here” He explains sheepishly.

I nod, waving my hand for him to retrieve it as massage the oil into my scalp. Mingyu’s words echo in my head. Was I too focused on work? And if I was, was that such a bad thing? Is good work ethic not valued anymore? What was the big deal anyway? I like money, so I work to get it. The word ‘excuse’ flashes in my head for a brief moment. I see my eyebrows furrow, visible annoyance clear as day on the reflective surface.

Looking back for a moment, I catch Mingyu staring at me from the corner of my eye in the mirror.

“Gyu?” I call him softly.

He raises his head and meets my eyes.

It was like that for a moment, extended eye contact and silence.

“Found your phone?” I asked after a few moments, hoping to break the silence.

His stare had become unnerving in a very sexual way.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks quietly, fiddling with his phone in his hand as he watches me carefully for a reaction.

I looked down at the sink for a moment, turning on the water to flush any stray hairs before answering him.

“Nothing, why do you ask?” I kept focus on putting my brush and detangling oil back in its rightful place. avoiding eye contact with him. Shutting off the water when I was satisfied with the cleanliness of the sink, I turned to walk towards the door. The shuffling behind me let me know that Mingyu was right at my heels. When I reach out to open the door it is immediately closed by a large hand a few inches above my head. I keep my surprise internal.

“Trapping me in my own bathroom? Odd tactic”.

The scent of his cologne ensnares me quickly and, as a deprived woman, I was only but so strong. I inhale sharply and, hopefully, unnoticeably.

“So, you are coming with us tonight? “ His voice was low and very close to my left ear.

I nod slowly, being very careful to keep my back away from his front.

“Yeah, I’m going. Did you need to trap me in my own bathroom to get that answer?”.

I wanted-no. I needed Mingyu to step away from me. With how close he was and how long it’s been since I had a man’s touch, I about ready to cave-in to the desires of my sex. Until logic reminds me that I could not let his charms overtake me like Wonwoo’s had; He was my best friend, both of them were. The fear of making things between us three awkward was too great to compete with. Using my best friends as rebounds seemed to be the awful idea of the night and I refuse to cave into those desires; All it would do is complicate things after the pleasure wears off. Though, it would be a blatant lie to say that I haven’t thought of either of them in such a way.

I steel my resolve; I could not and would not think with my sexual needs when a friendship like this was on the line. I can think clearly up until the moment Mingyu makes soft, slow movements with his hand, letting the fingertips dance across the towel before they encase my waist. My resolve turns to spaghetti in seconds. His fingertips skim my lower stomach before he presses his palm flat against me, pulling me into him.

I inhale to calm myself, to push away the thought of my towel just disappearing for a few moments. Leaning down, his stray strands of hair tickle my ear as his lips near my neck.

“Promise you’re not mad at me. I don’t like when you’re angry with me” His voice was a low husk.

“No, Mingyu, I'm not angry with you”.

It is quiet for a moment.

“Please let me go get dressed” The word please came out as an exhale of breath.

“I could do that”

Do you want him to?

Did I want to tell him to let me go? Not necessarily, but what would saying yes entail? What would be the consequences? Could I ever come back from the outcome? Was I ready to open that can of worms? The questions come one after the other in an antagonizing fashion.

Or, third option, I could say nothing. That way he held me longer and I didn't have to give a definite answer. I felt like such an unbelievable coward for making such a decision but being held like this made all of the anxieties melt away. When he massages my lower back, I feel a low hum vibrate through my body. My cheeks flush as I realize that was audible.

“W-where’s Wonwoo?” My voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it.

Mingyu gave a feather-like kiss to the slope of my neck; My teeth sank into the flesh of my bottom lip as I tried to keep my reaction internal.

“Don’t worry about him, he stepped out” His answer sounds practiced.

His other hand lowers from the door and finds a place on my hip.

“How long are you going to face the door?”.

Guiding me with his hand on my hip, I turn slowly so that I can look at the man behind me. I was eye level with the middle of his chest; I raised my head slowly so I could look into his eyes.

First mistake of many.

I notice so many things that I normally overlook such as his arms which look so toned and strong even while encased in his black button up. The first few buttons that were undone gave an amazing peek at his chest. When I looked up at him, his dark hooded eyes were looking for me over thoroughly.

“Don’t look at me like that”.

Yet my actions contradicted my words; I still made sure his gaze was meeting mine. He leans down slightly, grabbing my hand and raising it so that it was placed on the back of his neck. I play with the little hairs at the nape of his neck instinctively. I could not ignore the heat of his skin, so hot and so tempting underneath my palm. His hands aren’t rushed; They find their way to my hips, tugging them forward so there is no space between us.

“There you go” He whispers encouragingly against my lips.

Leaning his forehead against mine, he spoke in a low, sensual tone that I didn’t know he could emanate.

“I’m only going to ask this once, so please make sure your answer is what you really want” His fingers skim the hills of my breasts, almost everything else obscured by the towel.

The question never comes. My fingers have long since tangled themselves in his hair and I’ve begun to realize I’m keeping him this close to me. He says nothing still but buries his head in the crook of my neck. A quick brush of his lips against my neck quickly melted half of my resolve.

His voice was a whisper in my ear, that of a lover promising everything I could’ve asked for.

“The house could be on fire and the only thing you’d be able to think of would be my hips”.

This cannot be happening right now. Was I being tested?

“If you don’t think I’m serious” A quick bite to my neck, followed by a flick of his tongue.

“Try me”.

On instinct, I grab onto the strands of his dark mane and pull his ear towards my lips. I wasn’t able to stop myself and I was still contemplating on whether or not that was a bad thing. I kiss the shell of his ear before I can stop myself.

The way his arms wrap tightly around my waist is perfect. I can’t say I wanted him to stop. I can’t even say I wanted us to stop there.

“You’re pushing me past my limit Mingyu” My voice is as soft as I’ve ever heard it.

“Then just say yes already” His response was immediate, voice was exasperated.

He sounds as if he was on thin ice with his patience and the pleasure of knowing that was absolutely intoxicating.

I shouldn’t say yes to this. He’s my best friend but in no sense of the word was he making this easy for me. Right now, at this moment, I saw him as only a man I wanted and nothing more. A man that I wanted desperately. One hand rose from my waist to cup my jaw firmly, his lips moving to the underside of my jaw.

“Why are you always so fucking stubborn?” He groans slowly, kisses becoming a bit more forceful.

“When have you known me to back down?” My attempt at a joke dies upon delivery; My voice barely goes above a whisper seeing as I had to swap out volume for the concentration necessary to keep my voice steady under his ministrations.

His soft, plush lips were away from my neck within a second. His eyes looked up at me, the familiar competitive glint in his eye.

“Do I have to make you?”.

Please do.

I could do nothing but watch as he straightened his spine, holding my gaze, as he tugged me impossibly closer.

“Not close enough” He muttered.

An inch away.

That is how far his lips were from mine.

Then a centimeter. They looked so soft.

Then about a hair away. I could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. He went 90 percent of the way, and I was silently urging him to go the full 100, convinced that it wouldn’t be so bad if he did it in comparison to if I did it.

Right fucking then, his phone rang.

“Damn it” Mingyu swore, grabbing his phone angrily from his pocket and answering the call.

“This better be fucking good Junhui”.

“You sound mad~” I heard from the other line.

“Are you done yet?” I heard Wonwoo call accompanied by the closing of a door, presumably the front.

Giving Mingyu a look that I hoped conveyed both my frustration and sympathy, I opened the door and walked out into the hallway, slowly making my way to my bedroom. I mentally went over what just happened in my head about 3 times and I still had absolutely no idea how to feel; Being sexually frustrated was a given, but was I allowed to feel such a way for my best friend? There was no way in hell I was sabotaging a friendship like this because I was dick-deprived; That’d be stupid.

“Ah, so you are done” Wonwoo’s voice took me from my thoughts quickly.

“Uh, yeah” A meek reply.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire I suppose.

Wonwoo’s amused smirk grew slightly but his eyebrow raised in what I assumed was slight suspicion.

“Since when do you hesitate before speaking?”.

I mentally cursed his perceptive nature before opening the room to my door and entering, using the action as reason not to look at him directly. I walked over towards my vanity, sitting before it. Wonwoo stays by the door, looking me over thoroughly.

“I’ll let you be then. Let us know when you’re done”.

I nodded, mumbling a ‘sure’ just as I began to moisturize and prime my face. Once the door was closed, I let out a sigh of relief before scrambling to grab my phone so I could call someone who had an outside perspective on the situation.

I took a few deep breaths; Turning on some low music to calm myself, I started my makeup as the phone rang, my safe haven picking up on the third ring.

“This bitch finally calls” His voice a low timbre that almost immediately had me feeling at ease.

“I need your brutal honesty” I blurted out.

“Did you sign the waiver?” Min-Hyuk teased, his voice void of any emotion.

I roll my eyes although he cannot see, placing the phone on speaker and setting it down on the vanity as I started on my eyeshadow.

“I’m in some shit” I huff.

“Does it matter that I’m here too?” I heard a voice call from the background, and I smiled fondly at the addition of Hoseok’s voice.

“No oppa, you’re fine” I assure him.

“Well speak then” Min-Hyuk again.

I take a breath, setting down my blending brush as I mentally prepare myself for the conversation.

“I’m attracted to two people at once,” I spoke.

“That’s an issue? Be for real”

Min-Hyuk shushes Hoseok.

“Is this a sex call? Cause if so, I don’t want to hear about your fantastic threesomes”.

“No, no. If things continue the way they have been, you may be getting one of those calls though” I mumbled, fiddling with my beauty blender as the idea of Wonwoo, Mingyu and I intrusively flashes behind my eyes.

“Come again now?” I heard Hoseok call from the background in surprise.

“It’s Wonwoo and Mingyu”.

“Surprise, Surprise” Min-Hyuk adds dryly.

“Fuck off” I mumble, feeling the blush cover my cheeks.

“And you want them both?” Hoseok again.

“I’m not sure”

“Not sure? You?” Min-Hyuk asked in slight disbelief.

Hell, if only he knew.

“You either hate everything or love everything. But very rarely do I hear you’re in between”.

A pregnant pause.

“Is this because of Hyung-Won?”.

“No” My answer was immediate and also quite revealing.

“You sure? You were a little quick to trigger, princess”.

This has nothing to do with him. It did not.

“It has nothing to do with my ex” I spoke again, trying to focus on applying my mascara rather than my emotions.

This mascara was expensive, and I’ll be damned if I get more of it on my eyelid than my lashes.

“If you want my help you have to be honest with me. Is it because of-”

“Hey guys”.

I froze.

It felt as if someone poured ice cold water over my entire body. My stomach drops and I feel my heartbeat quicken before the sound is in my ears.

I hadn’t heard that voice in months. The voice that used to wake me up in the morning, the voice that used to tell me how amazing I was. The same voice that caressed the words that shattered my heart. I was barely able to move, only listening with bated breath.

‘Why’d you get so quiet all of a sudden?” That same voice again.

No one responds, opting for silence. Questions of all sorts swirl around in my head nonstop; I can barely keep up with them and their insinuations.

“Hey, who’s on the phone- '' I didn’t wait to hear the end of the sentence, ending the call and locking my phone with superhuman speed.

The Flash would be proud.

I look down at my hands, focusing on the dark color of my nails and the shape as a way to distract myself. I could only move numbly, turning up the music as I finished getting ready for the evening.

Why did his voice still have such an effect on me? Why did I freeze up like that? I don’t freeze, I move with purpose. But freezing is exactly what I did when I heard him speak. My mind turns on autopilot as I solidify tonight’s mission in my head: To drive my ex from my mind in all senses of the word. Opting to focus on something else, I choose my physical appearance. I chose natural makeup for the evening, the only thing really standing out being my lips, which were a muted dark red. I left my hair in its natural curly state, the only difference being a side part instead of a middle. I put on my jewelry first, my gold watch, my black skinny choker and eventually my earrings. My heels were next, the bright red bottom standing out amongst the otherwise simple heels. Scanning my closet, I decided on my simple black spaghetti dress that seemed as if it was a perfect mold for my curves. Dragging the dress up and over my hips, I inspect myself in the mirror.

I seem to be doing that a lot as of lately. I was so unfocused that I barely noticed someone walking into the room.

“Let me” I heard just as fingers brushed my spine, dragging the zipper up and into place.

I let out a low thank you as Wonwoo completed my look. Looking at myself once, I turned to face him.

“Ready doll?”.

I nod, moving to grab my phone and a nearby clutch; I threw my phone, lipstick and gum inside. Walking out from my room, past Wonwoo and towards the kitchen, I came face to face with Mingyu. He was leaning against the wall near the front door, the sound of my heels likely causing him to raise his head. I saw his eyes widen a fraction before he stood up straight and assessed my outfit.

“Where did you get that dress?” He asks, eyebrows raised as he looks at me.

Something in his stare is familiar and I feel the heat creep up my neck. Scanning the kitchen for my keys and wallet, I simply offer a slight chuckle to his words.

“The point of tonight was to have fun, yes?” I spoke, throwing the aforementioned items into my bag and walking towards the door.

I vaguely hear Wonwoo’s voice behind me telling me that we were taking his car. I took note of that, stopping in front of his car parked in the driveway and waiting for him to unlock it. As I slid into the backseat, my phone buzzed twice, and I unlocked it just as the car began to pull off.

Min-Hyuk (9:02 pm): Don’t think that was the last time we’re talking about this.

My heart nearly stops at the next message.

Min-Hyuk (9:03 pm): ...He wants to talk to you.

I locked my phone once more, placing it back inside of my clutch as I promised myself that I wouldn’t touch it for the rest of the night. Tonight, was about forgetting him and that was exactly what I planned on doing. The rest of the ride was a blur of thoughts, mild joking and loud music. I was thankful for the distractions that my best friends provided, although they most likely had no idea that they were providing said services. Wonwoo was the first to step out when we arrived, tossing his keys to the valet. I step out of the car just after Mingyu, immediately catching the eyes of the other boys who decided to meet us here, their presence not going unnoticed seeing as females were flocking to them already. I scanned over their faces quickly, recognizing that only Jeonghan, Jun, Soonyoung and Seungcheol decided to join the excursion. Jun’s eyes flitted away from the girl he was speaking to for a moment, before landing on me and I gave him a smile accompanied with a nod at the woman he was looking to pursue for the evening. He did the same, minus the nod and I rolled my eyes playfully at his nature.

“And so, the hermit emerges” Jeonghan spoke, voice as smooth as ever.

I looked over at the prince in question, rolling my eyes at the sentiment and placing a hand on my hip.

“Ignoring that, Hi Soonyoung!” I spoke towards the gentleman of the bunch.

He looks over towards me, looking absolutely stunning with his hair combed away from his face. He steps forward to give me a hug, a simple arm sneaking around my waist and pressing me against him.

“How are you feeling?” He spoke directly in my ear.

I pull away from the hug, meeting his smile with one of my own after telling him I was doing well, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“Finally left the kids at home, huh?” I said, referring to Seungcheol who, for some reason, decided to expose his forehead as well, his hair now a gorgeous silver.

“And yet, they’re not the only ones calling me daddy” His voice a confident rumble.

I raised my eyebrows at the statement as he pulled me into a warm hug, arms around my waist. Pulling away, I poked at his chest playfully.

“You’re explaining that statement once we get inside”.

As I walked forward arm and arm with Soonyoung, who was practically itching to get inside whilst speaking about his endeavors, we heard a voice addressing all of us from behind.

“Forgetting something?” Jun called, quickly catching up to us just as we made it to the door.

“Nothing important” Jeonghan quipped, eliciting a few chuckles.

The evening thus far went pretty well and, a few drinks and a table later, the 8 of us were laughing about some horrible sex story that Jeonghan decided to tell. The buzz that the alcohol provided was just what I needed to let loose and forget about Hyung-Won for the night; The pure giddiness of being care-free was absolutely amazing. Just then, a dark bass took over the club, the lights dimming so that only those who were seated would be able to see, barely. The dance floor was crowded within minutes, the dark-colored strobe lights only give a semi-visible peek at the bodies pressed up against each other.

“Well ladies, I’m going to dance,” Seungcheol starts, standing up and straightening his shirt.

“He means have sex with clothes on” Jeonghan supplied, causing Seungcheol to flash him a knowing smile.

“Same thing. Who’s coming?” At Seungcheol’s question, Jun immediately stood up with an excited “me” followed by Soonyoung.

Feeling more than a little buzzed and very confident, I threw back the last of my shot and stood, receiving a look of surprise from the remaining males. I only gave them a dark smile, following the other 3 men to the dance floor. Seungcheol immediately got lost in the crowd, the women of the night no doubt giving him exactly what he wanted. I stayed with Soonyoung, whose firetruck red hair combed in a side part away from his face was surprisingly sexy if the women flocking him were anything to go by and the lovely, ever so flirtatious Jun. A pretty brunette, who was fairly tipsy and quite cute, barreled into me just as the song changed. The alcohol in my system caused me to laugh right along with her as she attempted to apologize. I only shook my head, assuring her it was okay, causing her to pull me with her, further into the crowd.

“I love this song, dance with me?” She asked in my ear, the only way we could communicate due to the volume of the music.

I nod excitedly and begin to sway my hips to the beat of the song. Not even a full minute into the song, Soonyoung was behind her, his hands firmly on her waist to control her movements. I was slightly shocked at how quickly Soonyoung went from sunshine to sex appeal, his hips moving in ways I didn’t think possible from him. A slight turn to my left and I could see that Seungcheol was doing the same with a dark-haired beauty, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in pleasure. The brunette let her head roll back onto Soonyoung’s shoulder, who was looking down at her hips intensely, and gave me a look I recognized; A look that screamed “This one’s mine”. I smirk in response before letting myself enjoy the song and alcohol. Caught up in my own fun I begin to realize we’re one short. Where was-

“I’ve never seen you dance before” I heard a breathy yet familiar voice husk in my ear.

Smiling, I lean back onto the broad shoulders of the man behind me with a slight hum, his only response being an arm going around my waist, fingers brushing against my lower stomach.

“Really?” I sound unsure if he could hear me.

I let my hips rock back slowly into his as the dark beat of the music took over both his body and mine. I could see the women watching us with envy and the thought made a dark smile cross my lips.

“The women here want my head on a platter Junhui and that is all your fault” My voice was so low I knew only he could hear.

I leaned back more so I could look up at him from inches below.

One side of his mouth quirks up, showing just a hint of teeth as he let his free hand trail down my bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Mm, I bet. Should we make them angrier?” He questioned, his voice a dark whisper.

I giggled at his words, fucking giggled-A fantastic indicator of how quickly I was approaching complete intoxication.

“You’re no good Jun” I hum.

“Like you’re any better”.

Taking a step back from our intimate dance, he turned me towards him with a hand on my hip.

His eyes were dark, his features relaxed and confident as he spoke while simultaneously pressing me against him with a hand on the lowest part of my back.

“I don’t even need to control you” His gaze wanders.

“You’re moving your hips just how I like” His dark compliment fuels a fire in me.

I press against him sensually, running my hands slowly over the plane of his chest as I look up at him from underneath hooded eyes. I could not understand why this felt more non-committal than earlier, but I suppose that was the fun of it; It was just a bit of fun and nothing more.

He chuckles before inhaling and letting his hand caress the back of my neck. His fingers dance down to my waistline.

“You should really see the looks that we’re getting”.

“Scared you won’t be able to find a girl to take home after this?” I tease, pushing my face closer to his.

A pretty smile graces his lips. I catch sight of him rolling his eyes in the dark lighting.

“Yeah, cause I’m worried about them” He quips sarcastically.

I let a slow smile grace my features, pulling up ever so slightly so that I could let both hands slip up, over the plane of his chest. The muscles ripple beautifully beneath my palms before I bring my hand rest at the back of his neck, the other one firmly on his chest.

“That so?” I asked, unable to tear my gaze away from his chest.

But the roll of my hips is enough to cause a dark smile to grace his features. Jun lets his fingers skim the tip of my chin before he takes my hand from his neck, gripping it ever so slightly, and using it to turn me face away from him. His other hand is sneaking down to the flesh of my upper thigh and gripping it before I can stop him. He kept me against him as he spoke, allowing me to fully experience just how well his hips moved.

“Do you really think that any of these women would turn me down if I asked them to fuck me, right now?”.

Before I could even answer he let both hands grip my hips, rolling them a bit slower while leaning down so his breath was fanning my ear. I let him control the rhythm and I kept up as best I could. I could’ve sworn I heard a noise from him.

“Better yet, do you think they could?”.

I let out a low hum, as he pulled me back into him, letting his powerful hips roll sinfully into mine. I follow his rhythm quickly, slowing down to suit his wants.

“You learn quick” He breathes in my ear.

His movements were fluid, the roll of his body reminiscent of an ocean. Leaning back onto his shoulder while following his lead, I let his scent intoxicate me. He smells so so good.

“I like it when you let me lead” His voice a slight husk.

“Jun”.

This is the alcohol talking, it has to be.

“Mm” He chuckled, leaning down so his lips were nearly against my neck.

“A moan already?” His voice was light, teasing even.

“You’re way too cocky” I spoke, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Give me a reason not to be” His response is quick and before I know it, he is placing a quick feather-like kiss on the slope of my neck.

“And until you can do so” Within a second, he had spun me around by my hips, leaning down ever so slightly. I felt apprehension and fear grip me the closer he got to my face, but my fears were unfounded the moment his hands went underneath my thighs and hoisted me up.

On instinct, I grip his shoulders as he guides my legs to wind around his waist, his hands wandering over my thighs; I am not used to being at such a height.

Giggles escape me.

“Have you always been so tall, Junhui?”.

I don’t know if it was sober me or intoxicated me that didn’t care that we were in such a position in the middle of a club, surrounded by people; I was only sure of the fact that I did not care. Why in fucks name did this have to feel so good? This is the dick-deprivation talking. It has to be. His hands, the way he moves his body, the way he spoke to me, all of it. Dick-deprivation.

“Let me show you why I’m so cocky” His eyes never left mine, the sexual tension raised by eons just from the look he gave me.

“Do not make promises you cannot keep” I teased, the devious glint in his eye no doubt mirrored my own.

“All I do is speak the truth. No cockiness, just confidence” He assured me, his hands wandering over the curve of my ass before he let it press into the small of my back, letting me down in a slow sensual glide along his own body.

His gaze flickered over to a specific booth, a sexy smile taking its rightful place on his lips before he let out a chuckle.

“If your guard dogs weren’t glaring at me, you’d be mine right here against this wall, on the bar and everywhere else I could find” The initial image of his words was hard to hide, causing a familiar return of a throbbing between my legs.

He was attractive and I was dick deprived. Sue me.

“Yeah?” The alcohol in my system is not giving me enough time to gather the sense to look up and over towards the two men watching me intently.

“But” He counters, maneuvering so he could look me in my eyes as he spoke.

“Mingyu is just about ready to rip my head off and Wonwoo is going to help him burn the body if I don’t get away from you in the next 5 seconds”

“I take it back then, you’re not entirely stupid” Jeonghan’s smooth voice came above the music causing us both to look at him.

His hair was a cascade of colored tresses framing his face and moving oh so effortlessly with the movements of his head as he looked back over toward the booth from where he came.

“Junhui, please stay here and away from Mingyu for the rest of the night”.

Jun waved his hand flippantly, making it so the only contact he had with me was an arm around my waist loosely.

“I’ll talk it over with Wonwoo. They can’t be that mad”.

Jeonghan raised a single eyebrow to challenge that.

“I don’t know how seductive you think you are but trust me, you don’t want to talk to him either. He’s actually scarier right now”

“Seriously?” Jun asked, amusement taking over his features.

“So, if you want my two cents, I advise that you let her go and find another female for the night” He turns toward me with an amused expression after seeing Jun pout.

“As for you, please tell me that you have stamina” he took the liberty of removing me from Jun’s hold and ushering me towards the table with a hand on the small of my back.

“And if I did?” I asked, eyebrows raised as he began to walk over towards the booth.

“Then it saves you a shit ton of embarrassment”

“Embarrassment? Whatever for?” I chuckle, cocking my head to the side in confusion.

“Have you ever had to explain to a doctor that you passed out because of excessive sexual stimulation?”

Did I ever have to do what now?

His words took a moment to register but once they did, I could practically see my expression of absolute surprise, excitement and slight fear mirrored in his eyes. Taking into account my expression, he continued with a renewed tone.

“Yeah, me either. Let’s keep it that way” With that, I was off towards the booth.

Looking at Mingyu and Wonwoo in this particular moment felt like I was looking at them through lens that wasn’t my own. Mingyu had his jaw clenched in a way that caused me to take my bottom lip between my teeth. Wonwoo, on the other hand, had a calm look on his face but his underlying playful nature was nowhere to be found. In other words, they both looked absolutely terrifying and yet, still sexy. The joke of it all was, I wasn’t sure if this was the alcohol talking or not. Once I reached the table, I laid my hand on Mingyu’s shoulder.

“You look angry Gyu” I commented as my fingers traveled upwards to tangle themselves in his hair

“An oblivious drunk? Noted” Jeonghan quips from his place next to me.

Turning back to face him, I was met face to face with a smiling Jeonghan.

“I am not drunk” I protest.

I smile at my boys and their eyes soften.

“Just tipsy”.

“Wonwoo” I called to him, noticing an amused smile playing on his lips.

“Yes doll?”

“Why is Mingyu so angry with me?” I asked, my intoxication making it that much harder to deduce reasoning. Was I slurring? Did that matter? Mingyu is angry, presumably with me. Why was he so angry?

Wonwoo chuckles just as Jeonghan claims he was getting a drink.

“He’s right there. Ask him yourself”. Standing from the booth abruptly, Mingyu grabs my hand and pulls me with him in some unknown direction. The calls of his name escaping my lips did nothing to slow him down. He only came to a stop when he found a dark booth, hidden away from the immediate crowd of people and very dimly lit. His eyes find mine in the dark. I can still feel their gaze even though I cannot see them clearly.

“You want to get over your ex?” He asks harshly, his hands already finding their way to my hips.

“Gee, what gave it away? "I giggle.

He snorts.

“You, hiding away from civilization for months was a great indicator”.

A burst of laughter, from me surprisingly.

“Fuck off Mingyu” No malice within my words.

It is quiet for a moment before he repeats himself.

“Do you, or don’t you?”

I nod, once, looking him over thoroughly. The air seems to shift within a second.

“I don’t see what you plan to do about that-”

“Shut up. Yes or no” He husked, his face dangerously close to mine.

“Gyu” I began, my words fading into nothing as I realized I had nothing to say.

“Fuck it, I don’t have time for you to be stubborn”.

What the hell does that mean?

In a quick tug of my hips, I found out exactly what that meant. Who knew my best friend had such soft lips?

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years

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Pleasure You | Yoon Jeonghan

pairing | bf!yoon jeonghan x f!reader

genre/cw | smut(minors dni), explicit language, pet names like baby and darling, vanilla sex, handjob, finger fucking, fluff, angst if you squint, oral (f receiving), very sweet and soft dom!jeonghan, slight hurt comfort, (lmk if I missed anything. please just message me personally)

wc | 1.1k

notes | I literally fall to pieces at the thought of soft dom jeonghan. he's just an angel.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Waking up next to Jeonghan every morning was nothing short of magical. The way his soft blonde hair fell upon his fair skin, illuminated by the sunlight leaking in from the slightly opened curtains, it was a sight for sore eyes. You'd even question whether he was even real. And you imagined what would happen if you were to reach out, and he would suddenly disappear.

All of your thoughts were interrupted when the man in question began to stir under the comforter. He stretched his arms up above his head as his eyes fluttered open. He then turned to you and smiled sleepily.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he teased with a sly smirk.

You couldn't help the rosy blush that invited itself onto your cheeks. You hummed a bit in response and looked down at the bed with a sad sigh.

"You okay baby?" He asked, bringing a hand under your chin, raising it slightly.

"Jeonghan," you breathed in shakily. "What if one day, I can't have you like I do now? Like, what if one day you walk away or... disappear?" You sniffed.

"Why are you asking this? I won't walk away and I'll never disappear," he chuckled trying to ease the tension.

"But I just have this feeling," you shivered.

Jeonghan smiled sadly at you and pulled you in for a hug. "I don't know why you'd ever think about that Y/n~ie, but I promise, it won't ever happen," he pulled away and looked into your watery eyes. "I love you. More than anything. You know that right?" He asked, kissing down your trail of tears.

You smiled and giggled at Jeonghan's lips tickling your skin. You stared into his eyes once he connected your foreheads. "I would never dream of leaving you. You're mine. Mine mine mine," he repeated, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone, nearing your sensitive spots. You whimpered quietly when you felt his erection poking at you through his sweatpants. "I know we just woke darling, but I need you right now," he groaned. "I'll be soft with you, I promise. May I?"

"Always assume the answer is yes Hannie," you shifted in the sheets, letting him take full control over you.

"I love you," he kissed all around your lips in a teasing manner before planting one directly on them.

He pulled away to get a full view of your beautiful body, clothed in only shorts, and a t-shirt with nothing under. More specifically, his t-shirt. But he loved seeing you in his clothes, especially in public, so he allowed it.

Moving forward, he gently tugged down your shorts, revealing your panties, already soaked. He smirked and began touching you through the fabric, causing an angelic moan to leave your lips. "You like that baby?" He asked, thrusting his fingers a bit deeper. You impatiently grabbed his wrist and guided him to your panties, signaling for him to remove them. Wanting to please you, he did so with haste. The cool air hitting your exposed pussy caused you to shiver, but the warmth of two of Jeonghan's fingers entering your heat brought you warmth. He thrusted lightly in a repeated fashion, giving you the utmost pleasure. "Tell me what to do to please you baby," he smiled, kissing your jaw.

You could only moan in reponse.

"Words baby girl, words."

"F-fuck m-me," you stuttered.

"Let me taste you first," he said, leaving one last kiss on your nose. He quickly dove into you and worked his tongue-magic. It was almost as if Jeonghan didn't know the difference between your juices and a drink of lemonade. It was all the same. Not like you were complaining anyway. "So good," Jeonghan sighed, licking his lips as he looked up at you, sending shivers down your spine. Even when he was being as sweet as hell, he could still give you dirty looks that made you go weak in the knees.

Once he finished, he stuck his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. He pulled away after licking the liquid that dripped down your chin. You thought to yourself, you shouldn't have found that to be as hot as you did. But everything about Yoon Jeonghan was just entrancing.

Your pussy throbbed even harder when he climbed off of you to undo his sweatpants and slip his boxers down. His length, although nothing new, still surprised you. You reached your hands out towards it to pleasure him, but he softly grabbed your wrist. "No baby. I'm pleasuring you today," he smiled sweetly, before putting his arms on the sides of your head as you laid back down.

Without warning, he entered your heat, causing a high pitched moan to escape your throat. "Hannie..."

"Say my name again darling, you sound so beautiful when you say it," he panted, beginning to thrust into you slowly.

"Jeonghan," you sighed, bringing your hands up to tangle with his hair. It's something you always did during sex. It was just so irresistibly soft.

On a particularly hard thrust, he leaned down and kissed you, tongue and all. "I love you."

You grasped his face and pulled him closer. "I love you too."

Suddenly, his rhythmic thrusts became sloppy. But the moans leaving his lips were as hot as hell.

"Jeonghan I'm gonna-

"I know, me too darling, come with me," he instructed. You and Jeonghan moaned and released together, his cum filling you up till it spilled out.

Jeonghan laid beside you and draped his arm across your now exposed waist. "I love you Y/n," he smiled up at you as his head laid across your stomach.

"I know. You say it all the time," you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Because it's worth repeating Y/n. Let every country, people, and planet know, that L/n Y/n belongs to me, and me alone," he smiled, raising his head up to begin leaving kisses on your tummy.

"Hannie that tickles!" You flinched.

He giggled at your cuteness and booped your nose. "How am I so lucky to have ended up with an angel like you baby?" Jeonghan said, staring at you, adoration evident in his eyes.

"What angel? The only angel I know is the one I'm looking at right now," you complimented back.

"You know," Jeonghan began, sitting up, you following suit. "You didn't say I love you back," he pouted.

You laughed before situating yourself in your boyfriend's lap, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You kissed his pouty lips before saying, "I love you too Jeonghan."

"Imagine a life without you."

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mixxperiment · 10 months

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— you walk so quickly.

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myun9ho · 1 year

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vernon making an emo solo is such a masterpiece i can never get over

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 2 years

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Drunken Confessions

Request: Hey! I just read you're drunk Wonwoo fic and I really liked it!! I like your style of writing~ Could I also request a kinda similar fic idea with drunk Joshua?

Stay healthy <3

Gender neutral reader

2k+ words

It wasn’t often that your best friend Joshua drank. In fact, in the past you had just assumed he had something against alcohol. He didn’t drink socially or own alcohol, and he always gave you a look when you mentioned having gotten drunk the night before. So when he did drink you always worried something was wrong.

That was of course a ridiculous sentiment in itself, especially considering that Joshua had much healthier ways to deal with his issues then drinking, but regardless you couldn’t calm your racing mind.

But tonight was one of those very rare nights that Joshua was actually drinking and seemed to be having a good time. He had been coaxed into it by Mingyu, and after some further prodding from Soonyoung he had only drank more. You knew he didn’t mind the teasing over how little he usually drank, and Seungcheol had introduced him to a drink he actually enjoyed so watching him ask for more was fairly entertaining.

You had stopped paying attention to him after the first hour. Maybe that was where you had gone wrong. Joshua wasn’t the sort of person who needed babysitting, in fact, normally he babysat you. But you had work tomorrow and you didn’t want to be hungover so you had elected not to drink that night.

Instead you were having a pretty good time just chatting with your friends and taking light note of the drunk shenanigans happening around you.

“Y/N.”

You looked up just in time to be collided into. You stumbled, trying to steady yourself on a table, and as you did you were engulfed in a hug.

“Uh, Joshua, hey buddy.”

You looked down just as Joshua looked back up at you, his eyes wide and his face flushed pink.

“Hi,” he said, sounding giddy. “I’ve been drinking a lot.”

You giggled and nodded, glancing around at your friends who were watching the two of you in amusement.

“I can see that,” you agreed. “Why did you leave your friends?”

Joshua shrugged and straightened up a bit, making sure not to actually unattach from you.

“I missed you,” he stated pointedly. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course, I missed you,” you said pleasantly. You raised your hand back to his hair and smiled down at him. “But you can’t stay on me all night.”

Joshua made a very evident sound of annoyance, and he buried his face into your chest. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to your friends. They weren’t that put off by Joshua being there, after all you two were best friends. People were used to you practically being attached at the hip, even if generally it was you being the clingy one.

The thing about Joshua was that most people didn’t understand him. He came off as really quiet to others, so people just assumed that he wasn’t someone that they should get to know. They assumed he preferred books or his guitar to actual people. But at heart Joshua was a social creature. He loved to talk to people.

When you had first met him, you hadn’t cared that he seemed quiet. You had been quick to literally drag him into your life and at first, he really hadn’t acted like he liked you. He gave you weird looks when you said hi to him, and he barely paid attention to you when you talked to him at lunch but as time went on he began to get used to you.

You figured that to begin with he had just been cautious to get into a new friendship and once he had figured out that your intentions were good, he had been happy to let you into his life.

Ever since you two had been hand in hand.

“Y/N,” Joshua mumbled. You ignored him, trying to finish what you had been trying to say to Luna who was in the midst of telling you a very interesting story about her vacation, but you immediately regretted that when Joshua pulled away from you and grabbed your wrist. “You’re not paying enough attention to me.”

It was kind of funny to hear Joshua talk like this. While you knew that he liked you he didn’t always vocalize it quite like this.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a laugh. “But I’m talking to Luna right now, I’ll give you some attention in a second.”

Joshua didn’t like that answer and you were pretty sure that it wasn’t because you were talking to him like a kid. He let go of you and walked away, and you figured that you would come find him again once you were done talking to Luna.

And yet, before you could really get back into your conversation you heard Joshua clearing his throat loudly. You turned around to find him, only to see that he was standing on a table. The boys around him were laughing really hard, Mingyu in particular had his phone in his hand trained on Joshua.

“Excuse me, can I have everyone’s attention?” Joshua announced loudly.

Seungcheol reached up, trying to urge Joshua down but he batted him away.

“I just wanted to tell everyone about my best friend.”

He gestured towards you, and as he did he stumbled a little making Seungcheol surge forward to steady him, but before he could actually steady him Joshua was steadying himself.

“We have been best friends forever and they are the best person you will ever meet,” Joshua started. “My best friend is nice, and pretty and amazing, and even though they are being very mean to me-” He stopped talking for a second to squint his eyes at you. “I love them a lot.”

No one in the room really seemed to know what to do about the speech so they clapped their hands uncertainly. You, meanwhile, were burning red. You didn’t really know what to do about the random burst of affection so you thought the best move would be to get him off the table.

“I love you too,” you said softly as you approached him. You raised your hand out to help him down from the table but instead he pulled away from you, looking frustrated.

“No,” he protested. “You don’t love me like I love you.”

You were a little confused by that. Your eyebrows furrowed and your head fell to the side as you lowered your arms. While the words meant nothing to you, they clearly meant something to the others.

Jihoon suddenly joined Seungcheol’s side, trying to urge Joshua down from the table, but he didn’t pay them any mind.

“Y/n, do you know how often I think about you?” He asked you. “Do you know that every time we are apart I get sad because I can’t see you smile, or hear you laugh, or just feel you standing near me?”

You laughed a little thinking he was joking but his face stayed dead serious.

“I don’t want to ever lose you. I never want to leave you. If you moved I would move with you, I can’t live a life without you in it. I love you. Like I want to be the person that you come home to. I want to be the person that you think about everyday.”

He crouched down on the table, his face nearing yours. He paused so that your noses were a mere inch from one another.

“I don’t want to just be friends,” he said and then he turned his head, and threw up on the floor.

After you, Seungcheol, and Jihoon had managed to get Joshua off the table Wonwoo offered to clean up after him and everyone agreed that you should take Joshua back to your place to help him cool off. You acted like it was cool, and just as they were you were pretending that Joshua hadn’t literally just confessed to being in love with you in front of everyone but you couldn’t help the way that your heart was pounding in your throat.

Was he serious? Did he really mean it?

Joshua had never said before that he saw you as anything other than a friend, in fact, he was the one who was very adamant about telling others that you were friends and how much he valued your friendship.

You couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about dating Joshua before. Of course, you had thought about it but you had never thought he thought anything like that.

Joshua didn’t date much. Well, he hadn’t dated at all since you had become friends. You had dated a lot of people in your time. Fleeting but meaningful relationships that you still treasured dearly.

Maybe he hadn’t dated because of how he felt about you.

You shook your head, ridding your mind of your racing thoughts. That stuff didn’t matter, you just needed to get Joshua back to your place so that he could drink some water and get some sleep.

He had been quiet since his announcement and was very easily navigable. He didn’t say anything during the ride and he just let you help him up the stairs until he got into your apartment.

You turned around to close the door and when you turned back he was gone. Your eyebrows furrowed and you wander through your living room, finding Joshua in a corner with your guitar in his lap. He hummed softly and gave it a test strum.

“Joshua,” you coaxed softly. “How about we get you to bed?”

He ignored you and instead played another chord on the guitar, you sighed and walked up to him, sitting down just a few feet away.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Did you know that I wrote a song for you?” He asked. He looked up at you, his eyes were wide and he seemed giddy.

“Yeah?” You asked him, deciding that maybe if you played along with him he would agree to go to bed.

He nodded and look back down at his guitar.

“Sometimes I look at you when you’re not looking.

Sometimes I miss you when you sleep.

Sometimes I wish I could be with you, but I haven’t seen you in a week.

I started wondering about this feeling,

why I need you so strongly.

Hey I think I love you,

I wonder if you could love me.”

Joshua was an amazing singer, he had been since you had met him. He was a little shy about it, he didn’t play his guitar for just anyone but you had spent many Sunday afternoons sitting in his room and listening to him play.

You heard him play this one before, but hearing that he wrote it for you was completely different. It was one of your favorites that he had written.

He kept singing and as he did it was like listening to the song for the first time. You felt each chord thrumming in your heart. You had always loved listening to Joshua play but tonight you felt like you wouldn’t be content unless you fell asleep listening to him.

“You see how much I love you?” Joshua asked as soon as his strumming came to a stop. You nodded, trying to keep your breathing even.

“You want to do something else to prove that you love me?” You asked him. His eyes widened and he nodded eagerly, setting down your guitar and clamoring towards you. You smiled at him and patted his head. “Go to sleep.”

A pout crossed Joshua’s face.

“But-“

“Joshua please.”

You looked at Joshua with a desperate expression spread over your face. He sighed as he stared at you.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But only because I love you… And you have to sleep with me.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he rushed off to your room before you could really get anything out. You sighed, figuring at least he would be going to sleep and wandered over to the kitchen. You poured a glass of water into the cup and then joined Joshua in your room.

You set it on the bedside table.

“Drink.”

You didn’t leave any room for argument you left for a second to change and when you came back you were pleased to find that the glass was empty. You climbed into bed, trying to put space between you two but Joshua just pulled you close and buried his face into your back.

“G’night.”

You and Joshua had shared a bed many times before, but today it felt different. He was so close to you that you could hear his heart beating. You didn’t think you would be able to sleep with your mind racing over Joshua’s confession, so when you woke up in a cold bed you were more then a little surprised.

Your first and foremost thought was that Joshua wasn’t there. You sat up and looked around your room for him but you still couldn’t spot him.

You wandered into your kitchen and there he was, standing at your stove cooking some eggs. You sighed, honestly glad to see him. You wandered up to him and buried your face into his back.

“‘Morning,” you murmured groggily. He hummed.

“Thanks for taking care of me last night,” he said. You pulled away to look at him, eyes searching for any sign that he remembered much from the night before. “I wasn’t much of a hassle was I?”

The thing with Joshua was that he was good at a lot of things, but he was really bad at lying to you. You could always tell immediately when he was lying to you. Maybe it was a nervous glance, or a bouncing knee but you could always tell.

You sighed and leaned on the counter.

“You remember huh?”

Joshua’s eyes flitted down to the eggs he was cooking.

“I hate it when you do that,” he mumbled. You two were silent for a few moments, just enjoying the little time you had together before your relationship changed drastically.

“I still want to be friends,” Joshua whispered. “Can you just pretend last night didn’t happen?”

“No I can’t pretend last night didn’t happen.”

Sometimes Joshua was a little dumb. He could forget people’s names or things he promised to so. If it didn’t have to do with him and his guitar his knowledge was limited. But he was never dumb when it came to you. He remembered everything about you. He knew your favorite food and the way you liked your coffee. He always knew your school schedule better than his own and he was always there when you got out of work.

He had made himself an essential part of your life.

You couldn’t live without him.

“I’ll just… I’ll let myself out,” Joshua whispered. You rolled your eyes and reached towards him.

“Joshua you’re so dumb.”

And then you leaned forward and kissed him. Your first kiss was fleeting, mostly because when your lips met he immediately withdrew, his eyes wide. He didn’t say anything, just searched your eyes to confirm that you did in fact want to do this.

Then, after a few seconds he closed the distance between you two again.

When he pulled away you two were panting, and you both had matching blushes spread over your cheeks.

“You really okay with this?” Joshua mumbled, his hands lowered to yours, grasping your hands tightly. You smiled and nodded.

“Who would pass up an opportunity to be with you?”

If you weren’t sure that you liked Joshua before, seeing that smile light across his face really sold it for you. You didn’t know how long you had been in love with him, how long you had been blind to your own feelings but you knew for sure in this moment that you were making the right choice.

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uriurijihoonie · 1 year

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✨ when you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me, everything's alright + lee seokmin

"Noodles? Really, love?"

You frowned as you glare at your boyfriend in front of your screen while slurping through your noodles, "Hey, it's been a while! Give me a break."

"And besides, really, you're going to scold me right now?" You pouted as you set aside your noodle cup, shifting your eyes from your video call with Seokmin across the screen to the opened document on your laptop.

"Noooo~" Seokmin whined, making you chuckle as you saw from your periphery that he adjusted himself to 'watch' you better. "I just miss you and I'm worried."

The longing in his voice made you stop from reading your notes and turned your attention back to him, "I miss you too, love. I'm sorry, hm?"

You heard Seokmin chuckle before shaking his head, "No need to say sorry, hm? I understand, okay?" He stated with that warm smile on his face that you can't but sigh lovingly towards your boyfriend.

You've both been busy with academic stuff since Finals week are fast approaching; constant outputs being demanded on your every major, quizzes to take during classes, and the need to review for your major exams. With all these responsibilities on both sides, you and Seokmin haven't been spending time together, just the occasional hugs whenever you see each other across campus, calls and texts that are also minimized with the constant good morning and good night texts. If you remember correctly, it's almost a month since you had last a proper date.

You're still doing some last minute review for your presentation tomorrow, meanwhile Seokmin had finished all his pending tasks. Missing your boyfriend's presence, you took initiative to have a call with him tonight, though you're feeling sorry since you still have work to do.

"It's okay. Besides, I really like watching you work, anyway. Win-win for me!" Seokmin exclaimed with a wink that made you laugh when you called earlier.

"Now, don't mind me! Go do your work, love! Fighting! I'm just here if you need anything, okay?" He then flashed you one of his smiles that you truly love, making you smile back, and goofily formed a heart above your head.

You were about to shift your gaze to your working file yet Seokmin called for your name, "Y/N, love?"

"Hmm?" You hummed. You were somehow taken aback with how Seokmin looks at you, and even though you're a screen away, his gaze filled with love never fails to reach your heart, and you feel your heart calms enough with its warmth.

"I love you. You'll always have me, hmm? So go do your thing, my love," Seokmin just smiled softly towards you as you felt tears prick your eyes, partnered with his gaze still holding the same love, adoration, and warmth from years ago.

"I love you more," you whispered, wishing that he heard it despite but when his eyes turned to crescents from grinning, you knew.

"You don't really have to go, though," You mumbled, then you felt Seokmin just laughed at what you said with the way you felt his body shake against yours.

"Should I just go then?" Seokmin asked to which you immediately shook your head no, tightening your arms around him.

You didn't expect your boyfriend to go to your house the next day. He didn't even mentioned he will when you're on call last night; you were just called by your mom saying you have a visitor and the next thing you knew, it was your boyfriend in the flesh, and you haven't let go of him since.

"You know I can't go on a date with you today, right?" You asked as you leaned back to look at him, in case he forgot that today's your presentation; your papers still scattered on your work desk, formal top attire for you to wear still hanging on the back of your chair.

"I know, baby," Seokmin just leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, "I'm here to be your moral support, actually."

When he mentioned those words, you felt the same prick of tears from last night, only this time, you cannot hide it from him. The stress and pressure you're feeling for your upcoming presentation seem to dissipate with just his presence on screen last night. What more with his presence in person?

Seokmin just chuckled and immediately caressed the skin under your eyes, "Aw, baby, don't cry, I know I'm the best boyfriend ever-- Ow!"

"Heh! Shoo!" The sweet atmosphere was broken when you slightly punched his chest, to which you earned a laugh from your boyfriend. You let go of him and went to your closet to fix yourself for the day.

Always true to his word, Seokmin really was there to be your all-around support. While you were changing, he fixed your bedroom and work desk. He was also the one who fetched your lunch from your mother outside your room so you won't be distracted with your momentum. He also helped you with last minute reviews and revisions for your presentation.

All that's left is to wait for the time of your presentation. Though you feel like you were ready as you scan your information in your head, you still can't help but feel nervous and jittery. Good thing your presentation will be done online, less nervousness and fear to make a mess.

You didn't notice that you've been rocking your legs nonstop, partnered with your constant deep sighs, until you felt Seokmin's hand hold yours. You looked at him as you felt his eyes hold yours.

You were just looking at each other. You feel you look like a fool with all the nervous jitters but Seokmin was just there, looking at you lovingly with a soft smile on his face, caressing your hand that he's holding, placing it on his lap.

"I love you, y/n," It's too soft, too quiet, yet you heard it loud and clear. Just then, you didn't know tears had fallen from your eyes until you felt Seokmin's warmth on your hands leave yours and went to your face.

He immediately pulled you into his arms, albeit the difficult position with you on your computer chair and him sitting on the bedside, still, it didn't defeat the comfort Seokmin's hugs were giving you.

"You'll do great, okay? I've seen you last night and today and I know you'll ace it, my love. And I'm here. It will be alright," Seokmin whispered as he gently rubbed your back and press soft kisses on your temple.

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A/N: hi, it's been too long. Still trying to get it back.

lyrics prompt list found here! requests are closed for the meantime.

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jinxedmuse · 8 months

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고갤 들어 헤매다 꽃은 피어

🌒 purple rose — yoon jeonghan 윤정한

🎵 all night - beyoncé, bartender - lana del rey, kiss me - cassie, fantasize- ariana grande, girls need love (w/ drake) - summer wlkr, so anxious - ginuwine, like i need u - keshi, tumblr girls - geazy, next to you - bryson tiller, 7 exp ver - jk

in which: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten?

authors note: hiiii! im kinda proud of this:?/! (spoiler i hate this rn) this is part 1 of 2. started writing this 4 days ago after watching thing 1 & thing 2 & developing a filthy jh brain rot >< not proof read (clearly , ew) but enjoy plz & ty :,)!!

warnings: fem biology, v frequent cursing, absolute filthy smut (bdsm including but not limited to: degradation/praise, oral/cunnilings, raw sex,consented force, restricting toys, & etc) angst (?), alcohol, use of mj, pet names; princess, darling, slut

tags: 25 y/o bartender!reader x 27 y/o boss!jeonghan — boss/subordinate to fuck buddies to lovers (?)

friday 5:48pm kst

you exit the employee break room after hearing some frustrated curses and grunts. to no surprise, you see your boss yoon jeonghan, struggling with something up front.

you approach him cautiously, “you okay boss?” once you’re by him, you see clearly what he’s struggling with; the tap handle.

shit.

you were supposed to tell him about that problem like an hour earlier.

“no. it’s this stupid fucking lever that won’t go down and when i try-“ you listen to his complaints silently, biting your bottom lip. a habit you’ve formed whenever you get anxious.

he realizes how quiet you suddenly got and he pauses, looking at you with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“why do you look like you know this already?”

fuck fuck fuck.

you let out a stale laugh, jokingly slapping his back. “haha what? no way, is that the tap handle? yeah so about that, i meant to tell you earlier but i forgot because i was busy with the..?”

the? the? the absolutely nothing. the truth is you forgot all about the stupid, useless lever as soon as your boss walked into work. his sleeves rolled up, his first two buttons unbuttoned and his semi-long hair pulled into a ponytail.

he takes a step back from you, putting his face in his hands and taking a deep breath. he drops his hands, putting one into his pocket and taking his other hand and poking your shoulder back with every few words he said up until you were completely back up unto the wall behind you.

“the first thing i asked you when i walked in here, was if there was something i needed to know. cat got your tongue staring at me or what?”

your head hit the wall slightly. not enough to hurt but enough to make your breath hitch. you were starting to get aggravated with the demeaning tone he constantly had with you.

you muster up your best apology, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

“i really am sorry. won’t let it happen again boss.”

he lets out a sardonic laughter before completely turning his back to you and garnering attention from the rest of the team.

“when i ask you if there’s something i need to know, you tell me immediately. not less than an hour before opening, yeah?” he says clearly and sternly. eyes going cold for a moment.

they all nod their head in compliance, looking at you from the corner of their eye. some out of pity and some annoyance.

almost as soon as it was there, his mild scowl left. replaced with his notorious, easygoing smile. he claps his hand before looking at his watch. “great. everybody take positions, we open in 10 minutes.”

saturday 12:39 am kst

“i’m seriously, seriously, so fucking over him. as soon as i rack up enough money for a new apartment elsewhere, i’m quitting this job,” you say with a huff, falling back into your reclinable chair.

your best friend, hae won had picked you up from work after your 8-hour shift and brought you home. you both were currently on your patio as she let you vent your heart out into the night.

she lays out a blanket over you and goes to sit down across from you. “babe, you say that after every shift.”

you set down your drink in exasperation. “you don’t know what he’s like. he’s so fucking passive-aggressive- scratch that, just aggressive. only towards me!” you complain while flailing your arms.

she looks at you, amused by your expressive way of telling stories and the reactions that match them.

“and you think he’s singling you out?” she asks raising an eyebrow.

“he might as well be! dude, i fuck up once in a while and it’s like i’m begging on my knees to keep my job, meanwhile that jisoo guy- which i’m sure they’re friends by the way, could sleep on the job and he’d probably get a raise. it’s like they’re evil twins!”

hae won lets out a sympathetic laugh before speaking. “hm i would’ve never thought he was like that. he’s hot. like, beautifully hot. especially when he has his long hair?”

she lets out a cat call-like whistle into the air and you both erupt in laughter.

“i mean, i guess he is,” you say as y’all simmer down, agreeing with her comment. to deny it would be a blatant lie. if there’s one thing yoon jeonghan, it was beautiful.

his hair is always perfectly styled. he had these intense eyes when he was focused on working. he’d roll up his sleeves and sometimes stand behind you, instructing you how to work something with a low voice.

she interrupts you out of your thoughts, eyes scheming with a look that says she has a plan.

“you know what you need?” she asks getting closer to the table. you look up at her desperately. eager to hear what it is she has to say this time.

“to get laid. like some mind-blowing sex that distracts you from all this work bullshit.” she deadpans.

you let out a stale laugh, not taking her seriously. “right, and where am i gonna find the time for that? and don’t say a dating app because i’m cursed with those things.”

her face remains serious, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

“wanna know a secret?” she asks while scooting her chair closer to yours. you lean into her, slightly curious at what random, outrageous plan she is cooking up.

“i have a club i go to,” she says simply. you back up & look at her perplexed; was this the big secret that she was supposedly hiding?

you pick up your beer, taking a sip. the cool foam hitting the back of your throat before the actual drink does. “what club? did a new one open in Hongdae?”

she takes a sip from her can, a non-alcoholic beer, while slightly shaking her head. “no, not that type of club. they’re having an event this weekend, come with me on sunday?”

now you’re skeptical, had your best friend been lured into something? “this better not be some cult shit, i already deal with enough of those recruiters on the way to work.”

hae won loosens up now, returning to her playful nature and laughing at your claim. “it’s not. i promise, i’ve been there before.”

you thought this through for like half a second. you had work on monday but so what? you haven’t made an impulsive decision in a while.

“alright, why not.”

hae won claps in excitement, eyes practically beaming with delight. she had finally roped you into her plan.

she finishes up her drink and starts getting up while speaking.

“good! wear all black, doesn’t matter what and make sure it’s ‘accessible’ if you know what i mean.”

grabbing her coat and purse, she winked and left. heading home for the night.

sunday 10:15pm kst

your rush up to your best friend's car while pulling down your mini-trimmed black skirt. it had paired up well with an off-the-shoulder, see-through, black button-up shirt that you were wearing with no bra.

you had decided against safety shorts after thinking about it for like 5 minutes in front of your mirror before just saying fuck it.

a big regret.

“get in, we’re already kinda late.”

you get into the car, close the door, and start zipping up your black, knee-high, faux leather boots. “well hello to you too, princess” you say jokingly.

she was wearing almost the same thing as you but instead of a top and skirt combo, she had opted for a sheer, slightly see-through, button-up mini-black dress with thigh-high boots.

“oh and put this on once we reach” she hands you what seemed like a masquerade mask. it had a gold band with cute gold fringes and small cat-like ears at its peak.

that didn’t stop you from being completely thrown off guard though. “dude what type of fucking club is this?”

she puts a finger on her lips before starting the engine and pulling out of the lot. “shh just trust me, this shit is gonna rock your mind”

10:28 pm kst

when you finally arrived at the destination, you looked through the car window and your mouth immediately dropped.

undoing your seatbelt, you got out of the car with your best friend who was taking quick and hasty steps towards the front door.

you follow her and find yourself standing in front of the giant double doors, practically in a state of shock. “why are we at a mansion right now?” you ask while trying not to freak.

hae won looks at you, smiling before pulling her mask up to her face and ringing the doorbell once and then knocking on the door twice. “nice, right?”

“yeah but where is the club? you know what—fuck this, i’m out” you start walking away but your best friend tugs you back and quickly hands you your mask once more.

you give her a stern look but the door starts unlocking and you find yourself immediately putting on the mask.

the guy that opens the door looks like he came straight out of a dream. he was large with broad shoulders and muscular arms almost as big as your thigh. his hair was blonde and kinda of long, stopping right by his ear, styled perfectly. his eyebrows dark and prominent.

he was wearing a black and red masquerade mask with emerald green accents. he opens the door wider and with a deep husky voice, he finally speaks up.

“so, what is it tonight ladies?” he asked while holding up a variety of different colored wristbands.

your best friend speaks up for the both of you, knowing you were still shocked. “both single, both bicurious.” she rushes out.

she then takes your hand in hers and walks through the door, standing in front of the man.

he lets out a genuine laugh. skies above, it was so sexy. he then closed the door, taking two pink wristbands and wrapping them around both your wrists.

his big hands were warm and scruff but clean, it was obvious he worked out. yet he was being gentle as if we were delicate flowers.

he looks up, accomplished. “right all set, follow me.” before we gave a reply he already turned his back towards us, heading deeper into the mansion.

the further in we went, we started hearing low r&b music, like some actual baby-making music. there were all types of girls and guys and people in general of different heights, wearing different clothes, and in different masks, each with a different colored wristband.

he stops in his tracks and you almost bump into his large back, smack dab with what seems like a tattoo peeking out from under his collar. he turns around, holding you steady.

his touch was warm and stern and very caring like a worried leader. he rubs your shoulder before dropping his hands and speaking up once more.

“alright, ladies. drinks are to your left, rooms are upstairs, enjoy yourself” and with that he walks off, heading to a group of guys, all seemingly just as attractive.

you finally turn towards your best friend who seems to be just beaming under her mask, taking in her surroundings.

“okay, now fess up. what is this place?” you ask in a hushed whisper. she looks up at you innocently.

“let’s just call it a bdsm castle, yeah?” she says all too casually.

“oh. you’re fucking joking.”

“nope” she pops the p and scans the room some more before looking back at you.

“and you’ve been here before?” you ask, wide-eyed.

“yes, well once with that one ex that was an investment banker.” she then takes your hand and starts walking with you, going further into what seemed like the lounge room.

you were nervous, super nervous. you wanted to bail and quite frankly you should’ve but behind your already jarred morales, your subconscious was screaming “why the fuck not” and to be honest, you were intrigued.

“what the hell am i supposed to do here?” you ask curiously

“what the hell else? mingle, fuck, have fun. seriously anything.” she starts. she then nods her head towards a group of people that are standing by a piano, drinks in hand while in deep conversation. “you see those people with the white wristbands? they’re observers.”

squinting your eyes in their direction you could see their white wristbands. you turned towards her, curiosity growing by the second. “observing for what?”

“means they’re not here to have sex. just here to watch people have sex. voyeurism or some shit, at least for today i guess.” she says quickly before moving on.

“pink means single and willing to get laid basically and red means in a relationship but willing to get laid.” she further explains.

you look at her perplexed. “so cheaters come here to get their dick wet?”

hae won laughs at your remark but shakes her index finger signifying no. “mainly means that they’re polyamorous and looking for a third or fourth or whatever it is they’re into.” she breaks down.

the essence of this place was starting to make sense. you nod, showing your comprehension and edging her to keep talking.

“oh, and you’re not allowed to say your name. you don’t need a code name or some shit but usually, these things are exclusive and private ie: CEOs, your local librarian. anyone could be here and unless you decide you want to sleep with them, which is the only time you can take off each other's mask, you can’t ask for their name.”

you look at her with a sly smile. “you know for someone who's only been here once you sure do know a lot.”

“oh, did i say once? I thought i said twice. i’m thirsty, are you thirsty? i’ll go get us a drink” before you could reply she was already making her way to the bar.

she orders the drinks but lingers, it seems like she is flirting with the bartender who has dyed hair. he was wearing a slightly orange and silver mask with pointed cat ears. he was tall and lengthy, his movements clumsy yet still confident as he made the drinks.

you rolled your eyes in adornment, looking around. your feet were hurting, they were low-heeled boots but still. you sit down on a lounge couch and roll your ankles slightly.

“you okay there?” a voice asks in a dialect you aren’t quite used to. it sounded more like an accent from elsewhere. their voice was smooth.

you look up and a slim and tall man has come up to you. he has multiple earrings and fiery red hair styled nicely. he had on a green mask with gold lining. he was holding a drink in his hand, which seemed like some type of wine and you noticed that his nails were clean and painted.

you smile before remembering your mask. standing up, you approach him and stretch out your hand to shake his. his hand meets yours, a white wristband around his small wrist.

“here to watch?” you ask. he leans in closer to you, your hand still in his. his voice was low and smooth, yet full of personality.

“that’s only if you allow me,” he says, tugging you slightly closer to him. his actions were bold, making your face heat up almost immediately but he radiated a type of calmness to him that you rarely saw in men nowadays.

just as he’s about to whisper something in your ear, someone else joins you too. slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him back away from you.

“aw not fair man, you know i called dibs.” said the new man.

dibs?

now he was a sight for sore eyes. even the bunny-shaped white mask couldn’t hide the fact that there was certainly a handsome face underneath.

his almost jet-black hair was long and had a sheen to it that made you know he took proper care of it. it hung over his face, well mask, with only one side tucked behind his ear. his eyes through the mask were mischievous and his tone playful. he was wearing a prada suit with its tie lazily undone, barely holding it together.

the guy in the green mask let out a small laugh. “i was only introducing myself” he said, keeping his eyes on you.

“yeah well introduce yourself elsewhere. besides, your twin asked me to call you over.” the mysterious man said, nodding his head towards the bar.

mr. green mask looked back and you followed his gaze. sure enough, you saw the guy with oreo hair waving him over. your best friend looking up at him lustfully.

he cleared his throat, biting the inside of his cheek at the sight. he slowly stirs his wine, taking the last sip while not breaking eye contact with them. he looks back at you swiftly, excusing himself before walking over to them.

you were now alone with the guy wearing the bunny mask. he approached you confidently, taking 3 long strides towards you but he didn’t stop there. he kept going until you fell back onto the couch. both of his hands were at your side, keeping you in place. the move felt eerily familiar to your boss.

nope. you weren’t going to do that. think about your boss on a weekend? you refused.

you finally spoke up to him directly, even leaning in slightly, not backing down from the confident man.

“someone seems interested.” you tease all whilst maintaining eye contact.

“oh trust me, very,” he replies back before you can even finish your sentence. he then takes a hand and brings it up to your face. you flinch, not scared of him but about your mask.

“relax darling, in due time,” he says. he leans in closer, your face now practically inches away from each other. he then raises a leg, putting his knee in between your legs. once positioned, he straightens himself up, now looking down at you.

with one hand now in his pockets once more, he uses the other to gently cup your face; his slender and cold fingers slightly squeezing your cheeks. you felt like a doll under his touch, your face gradually growing warmer.

“hm someone getting hot, huh? you interested?” he asks, not breaking eye contact. still cupping your face, one of his fingers, his thumb specifically, grazes over your now pouted lips underneath the mask.

you nod, almost too frozen to speak but he shakes his head, kissing his teeth.

“c’mon darling, we’re grown. use your words.” he insisted, cupping your face a bit tighter now. this makes you respond almost immediately.

“very interested.” you manage to get out.

he laughs at you. “atta girl” he says, as if he knew full and well the effect he had on you. a familiar heartbeat appeared in your cunt, you could already feel it getting warmer as you got more excited.

he lets go of your face and backs up from the couch. he straightens himself up and slightly cracks his neck, relieving the tension from looking down at you.

he then offers you the palm of his hand. you look at it for a second but he takes it as hesitation.

“don’t worry, i don’t bite; that is of course unless you want me to.” his voice sounded like a trance, you could tell he was the type to be able to convince someone to walk off a cliff if he truly wanted to.

you take his hand and he jolts you up, pulling you into him. he catches you effortlessly, wrapping an arm around your waist lazily. he gets closer to you, his cologne smells good, probably expensive.

he whispers in your ear as if no one else in the room full of other people who had the same plan, needed to hear your intimate conversation.

“let’s go find ourselves a room.”

11:16 pm kst

the masked man walks you to a secluded area of the house. stopping right before a door that seemed to have a keypad instead of a keyhole.

he looks back at you once more, raising an eyebrow . “not backing down?” he asks, tone hopeful that you say no.

honestly, this wasn’t your style. sure you’ve had a one night stand before but this whole bdsm castle thing? you felt like a virgin all over again.

yet there you were, anticipating for this masked man to fuck you funny. your cunt already slick with wetness, his actions from earlier had a strong effect on you and you wondered just if this man could truly satisfy you.

you nod, stepping closer to him and the door. “not backing down.” you say firmly, keeping direct eye contact.

with that, he punches in some numbers and the door clicks open. he leads you in and you have to mentally stop yourself from your jaw-dropping. the room was huge, all the furniture black and the bed could easily fit at least six people on there.

you stepped closer, taking it all in. at the head and feet of the bed, there were stainless steel handcuffs. at the foot of the bed, there was a thick rope lying on top of the bedroom bench.

you touched it gently, tracing a finger along it’s rigid and dry nylon. was he planning on using this on you? and almost as though he read your mind, he kept up behind you, leaving no space for imagination.

his hard cock twitching against your ass, his chest against your back. he brought down his still-masked face into the crook of your neck, pulling you into a back hug, arms wrapped around your waist.

“you wanna use that tonight darling?”

his voice rose the tiny hairs on your arm, your cunt now pulsating in an almost painful and steady beat, asking, no, begging to be used.

“i’ll do whatever it is you want me to,” you replied, voice shaky, heavy breathing.

with that, he faces you towards him. your back to the bed before he pushes you onto it softly with one finger.

he crawls on top of you. both thighs at your side, knees dug into the plush and satin bedding. “now i warn you, i have a slim frame but i am a bit sadistic. scratch that, extremely sadistic. is there anything you’re uncomfortable with?”

you thought about it for a moment. aside from your ex and that one, one-night stand, you haven’t been sexually involved with anyone else. you weren’t too sure about the entire bdsm world. you’re old enough to get the gist but you weren’t sure how far you could go, how much your body could take.

“hm, i don’t mind spit but i’m not sure about it in my mouth. i’m not a fan of the butt stuff and i think that’s it? we can try anything tonight, i’m willing.” you consent. he laughs at your eagerness, finding it cute. finding you adorable.

he then brings a hand up to your hair, stroking it gently. “once i take off these masks, if, by some off chance, you ever see me outside of these mansion walls, know that i don’t know you and you don’t know me. strictly pleasure okay?”

his words weren’t harsh but it still made you flinch. it’s fine, he was simply being direct. you’re both consenting adults for a fun night, no need to turn this into something more and complicate things. besides, seoul was huge. no way you’d see each other outside of here. slim to none chance.

“yeah i’m cool with that, strictly pleasure,” you repeat back, anxious as ever.

“you wanna have the honor or may i?” he asks, finger slung into the string of your mask, slowly teasing it off.

you give it a split second thought before reaching for his. “let’s do it at the same time.”

he laughs, amused at your suggestion. “ i don’t see why not.” he holds your mask as you hold his and you both take them off.

the mask comes off and it seems like someone just knocked the wind out of you. no fucking way.

absolutely no fucking way.

“what the hell.”

it was non other than your boss. yoon jeonghan.

you must have upset the universe somehow, your shakras aren’t aligned, SOMETHING, because there is no fucking way your boss you had to meet at work on monday was getting you dripping wet on a sunday.

he smirks, dropping your mask and letting out an amused laugh.

“now this, this is interesting.” but he doesn’t back up, instead he keeps on getting closer and backing you up onto what seems like a dozen pillows.

“i should’ve known something was off by that voice” you murmur, no longer maintaining eye contact yet still trapped beneath him.

“awh c’mon, i’m not that bad,” he says in a low and husky voice. he licks his lips slowly, almost in a circular motion while eyeing yours. he then brings a hand up to your neck, pulling you closer to his face before he lets go, hands at your sides again.

he drops his head onto your shoulder, into the crook of your neck before letting out another laugh.

“ahh, what should i do? i really want to fuck you right now.” he says this casually, as if it’s a random daily thought.

it makes you instinctively clench your throbbing pussy. his words weighing more now that you were out of the confines of your job.

jeonghan then backs away from you and sits at the end of the bed, he opens up a drawer at the table side and pulls out a case of joints. he brings one up to his lips before looking over at you.

“want one?” he offers, the joint going up and down as he speaks.

you hesitate, observing his face. were you really about to fuck your boss. should you? i mean this was the same guy who usually gave you hell on earth while at work.

he puts down the spare joint as if coming to a realization. “ah, i probably shouldn’t be offering my employee weed huh?” He’s about to put it back and away into case when you suddenly stop him. your hand grabbing his wrist.

“yeah, i want one.” if he was going to be casual about this, why couldn’t you?

“hm. okay. grab a lighter from the left nightstand. It’s in the top dresser.”

you nod and open the drawer, sure enough, there are a few lighters. you grab a random one and hold it up to him but you realize he had put away the case of joints and was staring at you curiously.

“where’s mine?” you ask, still holding up the lighter.

he shakes his head, a sly smirk on his face. he then comes closer to you once more, joint still in his mouth. he points it out so you can light it.

you flick it once, it buffers. the second time, a dim flame comes out of the lighter. as you’re sparking the joint, he’s not breaking eye contact. finally he drags in a puff, holding it for a second.

“so, what’ll it be? are you gonna give me the honor of fucking you tonight?” he asked while inhaling smoke, eyes glued on you.

you knew it was wrong. it’d be awkward at work and you hardly even like him. but you were already in too far and honestly it had been so long since you slept with someone. to say you were touch starved would be underwhelming.

“yes.” is all you simply respond, now staring back at him with the same intensity.

he studies you for a few more seconds before holding out his pinkie, “no strings?”

you look at it and intertwine your own with his, then connect your thumbs. “no strings.” you repeat.

with that, he pulls you in roughly, exhaling smoke into your mouth. your eyes get watery but you successfully hold back a cough. he turns the shotgun into a kiss, wrapping his cold hand around your throat and brushing his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access.

as soon as your part your lips open, he glides his tongue against your own, taking it roughly yet passionately. soft groans leaving his mouth. He laid you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss and the harsh movements caused you to moan into his mouth.

his other hand finds itself at your waist, holding you firmly beneath him. fingers digging into your skin as if there was still too much space between you too. it didn’t seem possible but the kiss deepened as he fully put himself on you, his body pressing hard against yours. his hardening crotch rutting against your core, eager for some kind of friction, eager to make you feel good.

you bring down a hand, starting to palm him through his once smooth slacks and almost immediately he moans into your mouth, shuddering at your touch.

he pauses, pulling back from the kiss with haggard breathing, you chase after his mouth. already missing it’s warmth on yours.

he giggles, almost too cutely for such a vile scene. “aww, you like my mouth that much princess? i can do much more with it.

“let me serve you,” he says this almost desperately, hands roaming your body.

your back arches at his touch, your cunt leaking wetness unto the satin sheets underneath you. “please, i need your touch.” you say between anguished moans.

he cocks his head to the side. “such a needy girl huh?” he was enjoying the view of you pathetically rutting yourself against the satin sheets. your fist gripping onto them.

he gets up and takes off his tie, he then takes one more puff of his joint before tossing it back on the nightstand. you were still on the bed, your core wet and aching badly. you needed him to do something to you soon or you would practically go crazy.

he smirks, pleased with simply seeing you shift uncomfortably. you can tell he wanted you just as much. his hardening cock making a very apparent dent in his pants.

“strip,” he demands. his voice broke you out of the strange of looking at his crotch, you didn’t even realize you were still fully clothed.

you complied almost pathetically too fast. taking off your mini skirt and your sheer shirt. immediately, the cold air hit you. your nipples getting instantly hard at the feeling.

his eyes dropped to your body, a lustful gaze with something so much more. as if he would spend the rest of his life admiring your body if he could. “fuck, you’re beautiful.”

he watched almost in awe, gently patting your hair before roughly pulling you closer to his face. he started kissing you once more, tongue eagerly greeting yours as if he couldn’t go another second without your mouth.

it was a sloppy kiss, just needing to feel each other. mouths desperate and far too eager to worry about presentation. he pulls back again, a string of mixed saliva breaking off between you too.

you moan dissatisfied as he pulls away, looking up at him with confused doe eyes.

“lie down.” he ordered, the lustful glimmer returning to his eyes.

“yes boss.” is all you can pull together, it was small and measly but he heard it.

fuck. you were so used to saying it out of habit at work you didn’t even realize it slipped out until he had gone silent.

too scared to look at him, you kept your head down. ashamed you could’ve fucked up that bad. instead, you feel his cold hands lifting up your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“i like that.” is all he says before he nods to the bed, signaling you to continue lying down.

you obeyed him and he found himself at your sides again. taking his hand towards your warm and soft body. he dragged a delicate and icy finger along all your curves, minuscule and large. just needing to feel the touch of your skin beneath him.

he drags it back up, reaching your plump breast and he starts playing with the bud of your nipples, making you wince at the feeling, back arching at his touch.

“fuck that feels so—ngh shit.” you tried to string some words together but all you could do is whimper pathetically.

his dick was practically begging to get out of his boxers, hell, even just his pants. at every pretty moan, you let out, it twitched, your lewd noises already having control over it before you had even touched it.

“mhm what did i say about using our words princess? since you’re so bad at following instructions, i’ll have to punish you like the perfect slut you are for me, eh?”

you look up at him weakly, eyes beaming with anger. he already had you pathetically curling over at his simplest touches, how did he plan on punishing you even more?

“wrist or ankles?” he asked while pointing at the cuffs at the top and bottom of the bed. before even thinking it through you said wrist.

he then briefly got up to tie your left wrist to the left bed pole and your right wrist to the right one. the handcuffs were cold and firm, the type that you could only imagine cops used but it felt like a slightly different material. it felt safe.

he then took the keys and gently grazed them over your nipple bud, earning another breathless moan from you.

he shuddered at the sound of you. one part of him wanted to release a full load right into you but the other wanted to make this last as long as he could.

after all, how often was he going to have his back-talking employee with such lush lips, underneath him? mouth slack, pathetically begging to be touched by the boss you claimed to hate.

“p-please boss, ah fuck- c’mon, just ngnnh fuck me already” you yelp desperately, head was thrown back, no longer able to take the teasing while your cunt wanted to be rammed into harshly.

you could tell he liked seeing you like this. squirming in pain did nothing but make him smile.

“in due time my pretty, pretty princess.” he placed the cold small key on your stomach and then kneeled at the foot of the bed. he trailed both his hands up and down your thighs, your core throbbing harder by the second.

“how bad do you want my mouth?” he teased, kissing your thighs and going higher and higher until he reached your dripping core, it’s heat practically begging for him.

“so-ngn, so bad so so fucking bad please— fuck i can't take it anymore.” that set him off, blowing cool air onto your clit before pulling you towards him.

the action caused a tug on your handcuffs and wrist, causing you to cry out in pain but it quickly turned into pure bliss because not even half a second later the flat of his tongue was on your heated core.

it was like he was on death row and you were his final meal.

his soft and pink tongue delving deeper and deeper into you. even kissing your folds every once in a while. he then took a hand off your thigh and spat on two of his fingers before roughly inserting them into you, curling them slightly so they hit the g spot that made you a moaning mess all while giving you kitten licks on your clit.

the feeling of both his fingers sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace tied with his excruciatingly slow licks, even sucking on your clit harshly every time you moaned out an excruciating “boss.”

your stomach tied in knots, your heat clenching around his fingers that were now wet and covered with your fluid. it felt so good how he was ramming his fingers into you, the palm of his hand slapping onto your core and hitting your clit at a rapid speed.

you swore you could see actual stars.

he moaned into you pussy, barely able to contain himself. “fuck baby you’re making such a mess.”

his praise makes you jolt your hip forward, being met with his eager tongue, “mnnhmgmm it’s all because of you boss, hmhm i need you so fucking bad-d.” you dragged out.

jeonghan couldn’t help himself. using his other hand, he started palming himself through his slacks, desperate for some kind of relief, some kind of touch.

“mhm fuck just like that, keep talking to me baby.” he egged your own, getting drunk at the sound of your messy moans and the squelching sound your cunt made every time his fingers went into you.

you kept praising him, saying anything that came to mind so he wouldn’t stop. your words almost coming out as gibberish because his fingers alone were clouding your thoughts.

“ah-shit, boss just like that, please keep going,” you begged and he abided. he took out his finger and went to work with his mouth again, his tongue harsh and fast, licking your folds and going as deep inside you as he could.

you were so close to an orgasm. your vision getting blurry by all the tears brimming your eyes. he felt the tightness of your cunt around his tongue and fingers.

“tell me when you’re about to come okay baby?” he asked in a haggard voice, pre cum oozing for his tip already.

“ah mgh— y-yes boss im so close” you breathed out.

while he was eating you out, he took the hand he was fingering you with earlier and started rubbing your clit slowly; giving it small slaps that made you squirm around the bed, unable to move much because of the cuffs.

your stomach hit a specific knot and you knew for sure you were about to come undone within the next few seconds.

“i’m—fuck, about to come,” you whine out pathetically, your eyes closed, chasing the high towards the climax.

right as you reach your peak, he pulled away from you.

your eyes immediately snapped open, wide and frustrated that the knot in your stomach was left unsatisfied.

you looked at him, heavy breathing, hair stuck to your face due to sweat. he simply smiled and licked your wetness from his lips and fingers, not wasting a drop.

“why?” was all you managed to whine, practically on the verge of tears at the loss of contact.

he shrugged, a satisfied smirk on his face “the only time you get to come is when i’m fucking you raw princess, simple.”

your eyebrows knit up in confusion.

“so fuck me.”

his eyes went from playful to lustful in an instant at your words. in a swift motion, he undoes his belt and drops it onto the floor. with one hand, he unzips his pants, they hang loose a few inches, showing off his prada briefs. his curved length pulsating underneath.

he then gets back onto the bed, discarding his shirt and revealing a slim but toned body. his arms slightly flexed as he threw the shirt onto a nearby couch.

jeonghan then positions himself on his knees, hair falling unto his face. he looks back up at you, eyebrows knitted with a now unfamiliar expression. he seemed needier as opposed to the hungry mess earlier. “touch me.” is all he says in a low voice.

you crawl towards him yet you feel like a prey being stalked by a predator. you take a nail, trailing it up his thigh, earning a slight grunt from him. your finger stops right above his length, twitching in eagerness. its pink hue apparent from underneath the white briefs.

monday 12:58 am kst

you both fall back onto the bed, worn out and still coming down from the high after exhausting each other to your limits.

he looks at you as if to say something but stops himself. you wanted him to say something. make one of his borderline rude yet sly remarks but he is silent. the sound of both your heavy breathing starting to calm down in the still bedroom.

“uh, is there a bathroom in here?” you ask, refusing to make eye contact with the main that had just fucked your senseless.

he brings up a limp arm, hand pointing to a door by the right nightstand. you get up cautiously, wrapping one of the sheets around your body. you make your way to the door and go through. the bathroom was big and spotless as if it had been cleaned just recently.

outside you hear some faint movement. a dip in the bed followed by careful footsteps. you had a clue you knew what was happening but a part of you wished it wasn’t so.

you use the toilet, never losing your habit of peeing after having sex and then you get into the shower. needing to get the remnants of tonight off your body.

monday 1:47 am kst

you get out of the shower, feeling refreshed and squeaky clean. you use one of the clean guest towels to dry your body and wrap it around yourself.

you reach the bathroom handle, hand hesitant on the nob. unsure if you were ready to face the scene or potentially a person outside. in a swift motion, you open the door and exit the bathroom.

you look to your side unto the bed just to find it neatly made but with no one in it. no scattered clothes lying around, instead it seemed he took his and even folded yours, putting it in a bag on the nightstand with clean oversized clothes next to it.

you were relieved to not have to face your boss after fucking each other for what seemed like two hours but there was a pang in your heart at the fact that yoon jeonghan didn’t even bother at least mention he was leaving.

you dressed yourself in the new clothes and put on your mask once more. as you were finishing up, there was a knock at the door.

“boss?” you called out. no way, he had the code right? you walk towards the door, your belongings in hand and open it. sure enough, your best friend standing at the door.

“oh, it’s you,” you say casually, giving a faint smile.

“damn bitch can you be less excited pretty please? you’re overwhelming me.” she teased sarcastically. she was wearing a change of clothes too but she still had on her mask.

“you’re done right? your bunny boy told me you would be up here.”

you let out a dry laugh. so he could tell her but he couldn’t say anything as he was leaving? you know what, fuck that. you can be super casual too.

“yup!” you say popping the p, you exit the room and close the door behind you. your best friend takes your free hand and you both walk down the steps together.

you quietly dip out of the mansion through the front door, making your way to her car.

“can you drive? i had drunk earlier and i still feel kinda dizzy” she pouts.

“yeah, toss 'em,” you say about the keys and she does. you unlock the car and head in, making your way home as your best friend sleeps in the passenger seat, adamant about sleeping over at your house.

monday 4:50 pm kst

on her way home from work, your best friend picked you up and dropped you off at yours. you stopped in front of the bar. it’s large and luminescent name shining above, “purple rose.”

you felt queasy, nervous, nauseous, and anxious all at once. yet you also felt excited, a newfound secret to keep as yours. you entered through the front and made your way to the back, the employee room to clock in.

your fellow bartenders were gathered at the front. some sleeping on the table, others talking behind the bar.

“good morning guys!” you say in a more chirpy voice than usual.

no way you had become one of those people who finally get laid and suddenly you’re ms sunshine walking on a rainbow.

they noticed the slightly higher octave, raising an eyebrow but nevertheless, they said their fair share of greetings.

you start heading to the break room when one of the workers stops you. a slightly concerned look on her face.

“i wouldn’t go in there if i were you, boss is in a bad mood,” she whispered the last part, clicking her tongue.

what the hell could’ve happened in the last 12 hours since you had sex that had the whole bar walking on eggshells?

you smile at her warning but disregard it. not to see him, you say to yourself, but because you needed to clock in any way.

you open the door and are immediately met with a pacing jeonghan. he looked disheveled, handsome, but still disheveled. as if he didn’t get a wink of sleep.

he sees you by the door and motions you in.

“what took you so long?”

what was he talking about? you looked at the clock and you were exactly on time.

“i’m here on time, what do you mean?” you asked while setting down your stuff.

the atmosphere was tense as if you had truly done something wrong. jeonghan pauses in his tracks and starts walking towards you. he was unreadable, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all.

“being on time is being late,” he answers, eyebrows furrowed, breathing haggard. he was a couple of inches away from you, far more than what was appropriate at work. his eyes fell to your lips before begrudgingly looking back up.

“so, what do you have to say for yourself?” he ask, almost in pain.

you were truly lost. was he seriously mad because of the time? he pulls you out of your thoughts, hand slamming on the desk behind you.

“i asked what you have to say for yourself.”

now you were seriously annoyed, what the hell was his problem? you answer, tone curt and firm. no longer wanting to indulge in this conversation or his presence.

“my apologies boss, it won’t happen again.” you spat out, tone laced with venom. you said it formally, not missing any honorifics and he caught this. gaze going cold before breaking out a smile.

he hung his head low, muttering a curse before looking back up at you. the night you spent together, the line that was crossed, almost as though it never even happened.

a mere figment of your imagination. ha, if only.

“it won’t happen again? we’ll see about that. come back out immediately after clocking in, you have front duty again today.”

and with that, yoon jeonghan, no, your boss left the break room.

leaving you in a complete state of confusion.

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Cruise

synopsis: you go on a four week long cruise, alone. only you don’t end up alone by the end of it.

word count: 4.1k (oops my bad)

pairings: stranger! vernon x broken hearted! g.n. reader

warnings: making out but it doesn’t go far ,,, is that even considered a warning ?? also some swearing

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, some angst in the beginning

a/n: my first seventeen mini fic ever. i saw seventeen in concert this past tuesday and now have brain rot so enjoy this shitty fic xoxo (might delete later depending how i feel about it)

Throwing your body back onto the white bed decorated in red rose petals, you brought a fluffed up pillow to your face and screamed your frustrations into it. The last thing on your agenda for this trip was to end up coming alone, having planned it with you and your now ex-boyfriend. This trip had been planned for the last five months, and just three weeks ago he decided to end things out of nowhere. Normally, you’re able to see these things coming but for some reason you hadn’t imagined this happening. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, at least on your end. You tried to get refunds for the small flight, the cruise, everything. But everything had been non-refundable so you decided you'd rather miss out on a small portion of money instead of the full amount. When you checked in, you mentally cursed yourself when they had asked where your boyfriend was since you made them aware you wanted the room to be romantic and even booked a bunch of couple activities to do for the next four weeks. You had even gushed to them about how you wanted to propose to your boyfriend of two years, but when you explained to them the day of the cruise their saddened stares made you feel small.

After a few minutes of mumbling curses into the soft pillow, you brought yourself to your feet to unpack into your new room for the next few weeks. You put a random playlist of yours on shuffle, SZA’s The Weekend echoing throughout the room as your voice sang along to every word. Giggles of children came and went, small conversations striking your curiosity as you couldn’t help but eavesdrop. None of them were interesting though, so you just went back to the angelic voices of the artists singing to you through your phone's speaker. Once your bags were unpacked and your clothing and necessities were put away, you took a step out onto your small balcony and stared off into the ocean. Not far from your left you could still see the land in the distance, mentally telling yourself to leave your worries there until your return. You looked back out into the sea, taking in a deep breath and enjoying the faint smell of the salt water. You were excited to get away a bit, even if you did have to be in a couple themed room with lingering memories of someone you once knew.

For the first few hours, you just stayed cooped up in your room watching Disney+. You watched some older shows like That’s So Raven and Drake and Josh as you played against your friend in 8ball through imessage games. As the sun started to set, your stomach started to grumble quite loudly for anything to be digested into it. And who were you to deny it of such bliss? So you paused the show, grabbed your room keys, and made your way to the dining hall. Since it was a bit early, only 6:00PM, you were hoping there wouldn’t be many people. And, to your luck, there wasnt. There were just some singular people spread throughout the room and one group of teenagers in a corner of the room laughing with one another. Making your way to the buffet, you grabbed a tray and skimmed over all the options. You decided to treat yourself to the last steak available and some tiramisu for dessert, accompanied by a soda on the side. Normally, you wouldn’t drink soda but since it was your first night on your cruise you decided why not. You shuffled over to an empty table carefully, not wanting to spill your food on yourself or anyone else.

But it seemed like the universe had other plans for you because just as a table to your liking caught your eye, a man bumped into your shoulder causing your tray to go flying and all eyes to be upon you two. Multiple apologies spilled out of the man’s mouth but you didn’t listen one bit, anger filling you up at a fast pace. You snatched the now empty tray with soda dripping off the sides and picked up the now dirty medium rare steak you were just about to devour. You ignored the man completely, rushing towards the garbage bin and tossing the tray on top of the other dirty ones. For the rest of the night, you stayed in your room and decided to just order in room service. And mentally praying to not bump into that same guy, despite you never looking at his face or even getting his name.

The next morning, the sounds of the crashing waves and morning sunshine seeped through to greet your tired self. Turning your back to the sun, a low grumble escaped your mouth as you stretched across the king sized bed lazily. you reached over for your phone, checking the time and deciding to roll out of bed before breakfast ends in thirty minutes. you quickly brush your teeth as you slip on some cat slippers, fixing your hair quickly before slipping out of the door and over to the breakfast hall in your pajama shorts and baggy tee.

as you sip on your coffee, you check your messages and play back your friend in 8ball since you fell asleep on her last night. you smiled as a piece of bacon entered your mouth, savoring the delicious food your stomach has been craving since last night. but your smile soon faded as a voice startled you from your deep interest into your game. you looked up to the man standing across from you at your table, wondering why he was coming up to you.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you like that.” he started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i just wanted to say sorry for yesterday.” you cocked your head to the side, wondering what he meant. “for spilling your food and stuff.”

you felt the tips of your ears heat up in annoyance. why was he speaking to you? why not act like it never happened? you just nodded, swallowing your last bit of bacon and taking your tray and walking away from him without a word.

for the next week, you saw the man everywhere. you saw him at meals, during some activities you attended like a small pottery painting class and even to watch a small nirvana cover band. it was annoying- his face made you irritated. sure, him bumping into you wasn’t on purpose but it did start your little vacation off to a bad start. and for that, all you wanted was to push him out of your mind. but him being at every corner made it quite impossible to do so. out of the hundreds of people on this cruise, why did he keep popping up?

during your second week, you took yourself to the pool on the fourth floor and decided to bask in the sun for a while as you watched some movies on your iPad. sipping on your smoothie from a pineapple, you jumped slightly in your chair as a jump scare came up on the horror movie you were watching. you looked up through your shades as a figure approached you, wondering who it could be. but, of course, it had to be the man you did not want to see.

“dude, what do you want?” you groan, rolling your eyes at him evidently.

he crossed his arms over his chest, his hands clutching a similar pineapple drink. “i could ask you the same. you’re everywhere i go!”

you shrug your shoulders, going back to watching your movie. but before you could put in your headphones, he spoke up again. “all i wanted was to say sorry that day and you were rude.”

you closed the case of your iPad, not wanting this conversation to go any further. “i came on this cruise to get away from life since everything seems to not be in my favor lately. and the very first day i get a delicious meal spilled on me. sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it ruined my mood.” you stood to your feet, packing your tote bag and getting ready to go anywhere but here. “i think i’m entitled to be a bit bitter about the situation considering you’re also everywhere despite there being so many people on here. just do me a favor and ignore me please. thanks in advance.” and with that, you walk away.

later that night, you sit out on the chair on the deck with a small glass of red wine in your hands. you watch the moon’s reflection in the water as the boat moves at a consistent pace, the vocals of frank ocean filling your ears as he plays aloud from your phone in your lap. you hum along to White Ferrari as it starts up, a small smile tugging to the corner of your lips.

being on the cruise was, although annoying at times, relaxing and exactly what you needed. you never spoke to anyone unless someone started up conversation with you first; you didn’t really see the need to make friends for four weeks to potentially never see them again. so you just looked at the daily schedules posted by the elevators and decided if you would attend something that day or not, and if not you would relax by the pool or just nap and catch up or start some new shows. it was nice. and it definitely helped ease your tension and forget about your ex. who, while on vacation, has not texted you at all. which is normally unlike him. he usually texted you at least once a day, even after your breakup. he’d say things like, “hope you’re doing well” or “have a good day!” with occasional small conversations here and there. but since the cruise: nothing. nada.

a figure walking up to the railing knocked you out of your daze. it was nearing midnight and you didn’t expect to see anyone out, but here someone else was. you averted your gaze before looking back at the man, hearing him hum along as well. you took a sip of wine as you stared at the strangers figure, wondering why it looked familiar.

“i can feel you staring.” the man spoke, turning his head to meet your gaze.

when his eyes met yours, you rolled your eyes and looked away. it was the same man from earlier, the one that seemed to follow you everywhere.

“relax, i came out here to get my mind off of some stuff.” he said as he turned his head back around, humming to the song.

you nodded, staring out at the water in silence. the once tense atmosphere started shifting as the sounds of the waves and Super Rich Kids meshed together beautifully, making you both feel somewhat at peace in that very moment. several songs later your glass started to get near empty, signaling it was time for you to get back to your room. but not before your curiosity struck.

“what’s your name anyway?” you asked the stranger as you stood up from your seat.

he turned around to look at you, then looked around to see if you were speaking to anyone else. when his eyes met yours once again, he pointed towards himself and mouthed ‘me?’. you nodded, a small laughter leaving your lips. he was shocked you took the initiative to even speak to him first.

“it’s vernon.”

the next morning, you saw vernon sitting by himself having breakfast. normally, you’d just pass him by but you felt pulled towards his table as you were looking for somewhere to sit. you pulled the chair backwards with your cat-slippered foot, taking the seat across from the man staring at you with curious wide eyes. he just looked at you, mouth full of a piece of his bacon, onion, and cheddar omelet. you stared back, sending him a tired smile.

“good morning, vernon.” you said, taking a small sip of your coffee afterwards.

he gave you a small wave, swallowing his food before speaking. “thought you hated me.”

“im doing well, thanks for asking. i hope you are as well.” you shoved a piece of bacon into your mouth and fully swallowed before he could say anything further. “sorry if i’ve been coming across as an asshole. we’re both on this cruise to get away from shit so, i could’ve lightened up. i’m sorry. truly.”

he just nodded as he listened, taking sips of his orange juice. his eyes glanced down to your feet, noticing your cat slippers that you always seemed to wear in the mornings. “cute cat slippers.”

you glanced down at them as well, smiling proudly at them. “thanks, i got them because they look like my cat back at home.”

his lips curved into a smile, his eyes lighting up at the mention of your pet. “what’s their name?”

for the rest of the morning, you both sat there telling each other about your pets at home and sharing photos and videos with one another. you also got to know a bit about one another as well, mainly about your favorite movies and disney characters. you also teased him a bit for liking orange juice with some pulp, but not for too long because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. after being kicked out of the dining area, you both made ways to your rooms and said to see each other around later in the day.

the next few days, you both ended up spending time together at meals. you saw vernon at other places as well like the pool, the deck, and other mini activities you attended from time to time. you would nod awkwardly at each other, sometimes with a smile or a wave. but always kept your distance as to give each other the needed space you both wanted on this getaway.

until one afternoon at the pool where it was more cloudy than sunny, the sky threatening to downpour at any given moment. but you still laid out on a random chair, listening to frank ocean as you lost yourself in the thoughts your mind were occupied with. vernon was at the pool as well, his feet dipped into the pool and swinging them back in a forth slightly. he glanced over at you, watching you curiously as you stared up into the darkening clouds. everytime you came to the pool you never got into the water, only sunbathed and did whatever you did on your iPad. he wondered why. so he got up and made his way over to you, hoping it’d be okay if he asked.

you looked over to the man walking over to you with an awkward smile, waving at him. “hey, what’s up vernon?”

he greeted you, a small smile on his face. “how come you never get into the pool?”

you shrugged, looking back up to the clouds and away from his gaze. “i have no one to play with in the water, so why go in?”

he nodded, feeling droplets fall onto his bare back. you scrunched your nose up as a raindrop fell onto the tip of your nose, vernon smiling as you did so. he found it kind of cute. he looked up to the clouds, squinting his eyes as another droplet fell but on his eyebrow. “we should probably head inside, looks like it’s gonna rain any second now.”

and, as if on cue, you both run inside with your items as the rain starts to downpour on you. laughter echoes the halls as you run inside, both of you semi-soaked from the weather. vernon stops running by a pair of elevators, pressing the button and following in behind you. coincidentally, you both press the same floor button. your eyes meet in a confused exchange.

“you’re on the third floor too?” you ask. he nods, causing you to let out a soft chuckle. “and we’ve never bumped into each other on the floor. odd.”

“odd indeed.” he replied, standing forward and awaiting for the doors to open.

you did the same, fiddling with the bag in your hands. but something lingered in your mind: whenever you both went your separate ways at night, you assumed he was going to his room. so if he wasn’t going there, where else would he go at night?

the doors opened with a ding that startled you out of your thoughts, making you blind a few times to push yourself back into reality. you follow behind vernon and go to say goodnight until you notice him walking towards the direction of your hallway. you cock your head to the side, grabbing his arm to stop him.

“your room is in the 350’s?” you asked, and he nodded.

“what the fuck? how have we never bumped into each other?” you meant to say as a statement, but it came out more as a question.

he just laughs, walking in the direction of your rooms. “no clue. but i normally play with my band until three in the morning so unless you’re out that late, that probably explains it.”

you stop in your tracks, hanging your mouth wide open for dramatic effect. vernon noticed you stopped walking beside him, wondering why that was. when he turned and noticed your expression, he let out a dry laugh. he sent you an expression, wondering why you were so shocked.

“you have a band and didn’t tell me?”

he nodded, a small yeah falling from his lips with a playful smile. his laughter filled the hallways as you very gently hit his arm when you started walking next to him again, turning a small corner and seeing your door up ahead.

“we only play some nights, not all though. i like to think we’re pretty good.”

“do you play originals?”

he shakes his head, stopping in front of a door you assumed to be his and taking a key from his wallet. “only covers of maroon 5, the beatles, and nirvana.”

it was your turn to laugh now. “three completely different genres from three completely different generations.” he rolls his eyes, unlocking his door. “i’d love to hear you sing some time.”

he leans against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest. “i don’t sing, i play guitar.”

you smile at him, clapping your hands together. “can i hear you play?”

“sure, come here us play tonight on the lower deck.”

that night, you change into casual clothing and take a seat in the crowd. there was a small group of people watching the already-started performance, hearing a soft angelic voice through the mic as an acoustic guitar accompanied the stranger. behind the guitar was vernon, his eyes staring down at his fingers to make sure he didn’t fuck anything up. him and joshua were new to performing in front of crowds, only doing this to help them get by with their rising rent. it was a nice pass time that he thoroughly enjoyed, and doing it with his best friend was even better.

you ordered a drink from the bar and sat back down in your seat at an empty table, smiling as you watched vernon play frank ocean’s Ivy. you were expecting another song from the three artists he mentioned, but to hear frank ocean was a surprise to you. nonetheless, you enjoyed the performance. you smiled at the two friends jamming to their own musical covers, seeing their evident happiness made your heart melt. minutes turned into an hour and before you knew it, their performance was over. you clapped along with the rest of the crowd, smiling at both of the men thanking everyone.

you laughed as you noticed vernon’s shyness- he never failed to come across as adorable to you. his eyes scanned the crowd, noticing you in a back corner and feeling his ears heat up. he secretly hoped you enjoyed the performance, mainly Ivy considering he purposely played it for you. when you started making your way towards him, he felt his heart rate quicken. he wasn’t sure why, but it did.

“damn, you play pretty good.” you confessed, your finger wrapped around a wine glass half full of red wine. vernon thanked you as he put his guitar back in its old case, a smile on his face. “i was surprised to hear ivy though, but it was still really good so i’m not complaining.”

he stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and nodding over at his friend flirting with some middle-aged woman in the crowd. his friend nodded back, going back to his flirtatious conversation with another random lady. vernon looked at you, noticing you watched him intently as you downed the last of the alcohol.

you both walked back to your room, gushing to him about how well he did. you would’ve stopped minutes ago, but the way he got shy was cute to you. so you continued to do so till you both stopped in front of your door. he just listened, saying thank you as his cheeks rose in color.

“you’re cute when you get shy.” you added, grabbing your keys from your pocket. he nodded, not even able to get out a simple ‘thank you’. “also, one last thing, why'd you play Ivy? thought you only played specific artists and frank ocean wasn’t one you mentioned.”

“i wanted to impress you, to be honest.” vernon confessed, his eyes never leaving yours.

it was now your turn for your cheeks to heat up, making you fiddle with your thumbs. “ah, i’m not special though. but thank you, i really liked it. a lot.”

the silence was a bit awkward yet lifting. you avoided his gaze as you stared down at the flooring until you felt his index and middle finger under your chin, making your eyes fall upon his.

“sorry, um, did i make you uncomfortable?” he questioned.

you shook your head, a smile spreading across your lips. “can you kiss me already?”

he nodded eagerly, making you let out a tiny laugh before his lips crashed onto yours hungrily. it was nice, the way his lips synched with yours automatically and his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him. everything was smooth, almost like it was meant to happen. minutes passed before the opening of a door down the hall startled both of you, making you both pull away before anyone could notice what was happening between you two. you both stared up at one another, completely shocked at what just happened.

before you knew it, you were pulling him into your room and he was locking it behind himself. you found yourself laid on your bed with vernon hovering over you, his lips finding yours in the pale moonlight instinctively. your fingers ran themselves through his hair, pulling on it gently to hear how pretty his moans would sound. and boy were you right; they were low and had you craving more as each second passed. let’s just say, maybe meeting a stranger on this cruise wasn’t so bad.

for the last week of the cruise, vernon spent every night sleeping next to you. you both never discussed what would happen after you returned to your normal lives, dreading the conversation. instead, you made small memories together. like watching your favorite disney films or having him teach you guitar. granted, you sucked and didn’t improve much but you insisted he still taught you. and he still teased you about it relentlessly, but rewarded you with a kiss to your temple afterwards for your efforts.

you never shared socials or even numbers with vernon, but several months later you still thought about him. you wondered how he was, if he ever left his nursing career and perused music with his best friend. on the last day of the cruise, you both agreed not to say goodbye. you both knew it would sting, so the night before you slept in your own rooms and agreed to leave the boat at separate times. and even though you secretly hoped he would come back that night, he never did. but it was all for the best, anyway. you had just gotten out of a long relationship and he seemed to be struggling as well, so maybe something so small for only four weeks was all you both needed as the perfect distraction. you secretly hoped you would bump into one another again, but considering it had been months it deemed impossible. you just hoped in another universe you both were still together, some way somehow.