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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Eleven: We’re not ordinary bride and groom

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 3073 Genre: slow burn, suggestive Author: maari Warnings: There's a VERY suggestive scene like, jeno gets hard but nothing really happens because you know how I like cliffhangers. Note: I really needed to post this chapter even though it was short! Please remind me if I forgot anyone on the taglist I'm doing this constantly, sorry! Summary: What not ordinary bride and groom do in the night before their wedding?

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Y/N stared at herself in the mirror with a mix of emotions. The semi-angelic figure reflected in the mirror didn't even look like her and she wasn't even ready, but that didn't stop the mother from sniffling in the corner of the room.

"You’re so beautiful!" The princess smiled and turned to face her mother. “Zuhair did a great job.”

“You said the same about the reception dress.”

“But it’s the truth.” her mother approached her, placing a few strands of her daughter's hair tied behind her ear so she could admire the front of the dress. “Although I liked the ceremony dress a little more.”

Y/N smiled, sharing the same opinion.

If she wasn't forced to wear two dresses to the wedding, she would wear the same one from the ceremony to the wedding reception.

After long visits from Zuhair Murad and endless hours of conversation, finally the princess's wedding dresses were there with her with all the adjustments made and ready to be worn the next day. Exactly the way she wanted.

She couldn't contain the hint of anxiety that had been settling in her stomach since the beginning of the week, although she managed to hide her facial expression, she couldn't say the same about her sweaty hands.

She is getting married tomorrow.

That alone was reason to be nervous.

But the whole context of the wedding and what it meant for her future made her even more anxious. Marriage was the symbol of her coming of age, getting closer and closer to the crown destined for her.

And well, her alliance with Jeno made her a little nervous too. All other attempts to bring the two kingdoms closer together had already failed, she didn’t want the marriage to trigger any retaliation.

She wanted it to work, for everyone's good.

“Now, you're going to take off that dress and go to the jacuzzi on the terrace.” the mother said, turning her daughter around to undo the buttons on her dress. “While I’ll take your dresses to my closet.”

Y/N frowned.

“Why for yours and not mine?”

The queen undid the buttons and helped her daughter carefully take off her dress.

“And we run the risk of Jeno coming into your room and seeing the dresses?” the queen raised her eyebrow, taking the dress to the bed where the bag was to store it.

The princess laughed.

“You don’t need to insinuate anything, you know this marriage is just a political alliance.” she recalled, defensively.

“I didn’t insinuate anything.” the queen turned to face her daughter who felt her jaw give way. “I just wanted to say there are some traditions I want to keep.”

Y/N swallowed hard and scratched the back of her head, while trying to defend herself from something her mother hadn't even said, she gave more signs than she should have.

"Why?"

The queen smiled.

“You’ll know right away.” she assured and the princess agreed.

The mother went to the door, where she called the maids to take the two dresses that were lying on the princess's bed.

“Remember to sleep well, you need to be relaxed.”

Y/N nodded.

She had been hearing this for a long time as she was preparing for the wedding, from the makeup artist, to the hairdresser, even Nana.

It was one of the reasons she chose to stay at the castle the night before the wedding, firstly because she couldn't take the risk after all they had caught the henchmen from the last attack on the kingdom but still hadn't been able to find the mastermind, and secondly she needed a little of peace and quiet on the last single night of her life.

Jeno, incredible as it seemed, understood the situation and still decided to do the same, denying all bachelor party invitations from his brothers and friends in his kingdom.

The princess found it strange, she imagined he was going to do something with the new maids who had already been selected, but so far she hadn't seen or heard anything.

She didn't know if she really believed what he said that he would only kiss her and no one else.

That was also why the queen was there at that time in the princess's room, she was so busy with the selections and other royal matters, she was only in the first conversation with Zuhair, who barely had time to see her daughter in her wedding dresses.

Y/N took the opportunity, in addition to relieving the anxiety of putting on her dresses one last time before preparing for the wedding, to get her mother's opinion.

"Goodnight my love." the queen spoke right after the maids picked up the dresses and Y/N smiled.

"Good night, mom."

The princess saw her mother close the door with a soft noise and took a deep breath, feeling her heart accelerate and turned to face her image in the mirror once again.

She was wearing a transparent white nightgown, lace details on the short sleeve, the nightgown didn't even reach halfway up the princess's thighs but she liked the light fabric, it gave her an air of freedom that she was looking for that night. Her hair was tied up in a high, messy bun.

But what she saw went beyond her appearance, she saw more than pure anxiety for the next day, she also saw hope and determination. She was no longer that teenager obsessed with becoming the perfect princess, she was about to take another step that brought her closer and closer to becoming the queen, to being the ruler that was born to be.

It seemed that only now had she realized that she had become a real adult and would have to act like one.

She took a deep breath and took a step towards the closet, ready to change her clothes and go to the jacuzzi as her mother had suggested, when she heard a firm knock on the door and snorted, throwing her head back lazily.

Believing that it was just one of the maids, she didn't even bother wearing her robe, after all, all the maids had already seen her in those outfits due to the dress fittings. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

However, when she opened the door, in addition to feeling her entire face burn with embarrassment, her jaw also dropped.

Because it wasn't one of the maids, but Jeno.

Dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, with his hand behind his neck, showing his biceps.

“Wow, if I had known I would get this reception, I would have come sooner.” he smiled mischievously, analyzing the princess from head to toe.

Y/N rolled her eyes and hid behind the door, covering her exposed cleavage with the arm that wasn't holding the door. She felt completely naked in front of Jeno, as his dark eyes analyzed her as if she were… an ice cream in the middle of the desert.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying hard to keep her voice from sounding so weak.

“I came to check on you.” He shrugged, putting his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt and the princess's eyes followed the movement, stopping at his hip, which seemed a little more... Wait a minute, Jeno wasn't wearing any underwear? “Y/N?”

"Huh?" She raised her eyes back to his face, which was smiling sideways. "What did you say?"

"Are you okay?" she raised her eyebrow at the question. “Last night as a single. Do you have plans?”

She laughed, half embarrassed and disbelieving at the same time for having seen what she shouldn't have.

“Actually, yes I do, and you’re slowing me down.” She made to close the door in his face but Jeno placed his hand on the wood before that happened.

“Are you going to get away, princess?” he teased.

She smiled evilly.

"And if I do?"

He acted disinterested.

“I could come along.”

She laughed quietly.

“Have you ever seen the bride and groom attend the same bachelor party?” she questioned and he shook his head.

“It’s just that we’re not ordinary bride and groom.” he remembered and she stared at Jeno to try to understand what he meant between the lines.

“Do you want me to invite you?” she asked, shocked. “Do you want to spend your last single night with me?”

Jeno took his hand off the door and leaned his shoulder in place, looking unassuming.

“Would it be that bad?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her figure still behind the door and she considered the request.

Bad? No. She just didn't know what to expect from Jeno.

But a part of her even liked the idea, Jeno hadn't thought of that for free, he was up to something.

And she was starting to do the same thing.

“Okay, Jeno.” She smiled slightly, to hide the naughty idea that crossed her mind. “Do you know how to get to the castle terrace?”

He shook his head.

“Your castle is a little bigger than mine, I haven’t memorized the map yet.”

God, she didn't believe she would do that.

“Okay, then follow me.” she said, feeling her heart speed up the moment she came out from behind the door to get her robe next to the bed because Jeno's eyes observed her in a far from discreet way.

She felt his gaze burn on her bare thighs and especially on her ass covered in fabric so transparent that it was obvious he would look, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Y/N put on the robe but didn't tie it and turned around, seeing Jeno's lips pressed together as he stared at her intensely. The princess didn't say anything and left the room, closing the door behind her, with Jeno beside her.

They walked to the terrace in silence, Jeno seemed tense and Y/N glanced at his face from time to time, she led him to the furthest part of the terrace, entering an area completely different from the rest of the castle.

Y/N walked to the jacuzzi and tested the water temperature with the palm of her hand while Jeno stood a little further back observing the room. It was more rustic, divided by windows that were covered by medium trees and wood, further to the side it was possible to see a corner sofa very close to the large smooth window with a space for a fire pit right in the center, also full of green, with flowers and a tree that passed the ceiling. The yellow lighting made the room much more cozy.

"Wow!" was all he said. “I didn’t know you had this here.”

“It was my idea but it was my mother who carried it out. It reminds me a lot of a chalet we have in the north of the kingdom.”

Jeno looked surprised and the princess laughed softly.

“I didn’t know you had a way with these things.”

She shrugged.

“I like rustic things.” she admitted and saw Jeno looking at her curiously.

"Oh, really?" he seemed very interested. "What kind?"

She smiled and took her hands to slowly take off her robe, making Jeno pay attention to her.

“You’ll have plenty of time to find out.” she replied, letting the robe fall to the floor and she shivered as Jeno's eyes looked her up and down again.

Only this time she let him admire her for a long time. Jeno became serious, his eyes clearly screamed desire and the princess couldn't deny that she liked that, the way he looked at her made her feel powerful and confident, enough to enter the jacuzzi the way she was, fully aware that the transparent nightgown would be even more transparent, because that's actually what she wanted.

When she sat down, she let out a low moan and looked at Jeno with an expression of false innocence.

“Aren’t you going in?” she asked quietly and Jeno laughed, unbeliever.

That would be a night of surprises then.

He just nodded and in one quick movement pulled off the black shirt he was wearing, Y/N's little smile quickly faded and she swallowed hard as she stared at his bare torso.

The other opportunities she had, Jeno was dressed, there was always something that prevented her from fully seeing his torso, but not this time. She could see every bit of exposed skin and it looked like Jeno had really been working out a lot because he looked so much stronger.

And she even tried to look away when Jeno grabbed the hem of the sweatpants he was wearing, but her curiosity got the better of her and she just watched him, exactly as he had done to her. He was wearing black underwear, different from what she had imagined, so she noticed that the bulge on his hip was slightly awake.

Oh God…

She felt the danger in the air but also the excitement and it wasn't something she wanted to stop, because that little game of seduction was too good for both sides.

Jeno entered the jacuzzi, facing the princess, and sat down as he murmured softly when the hot water came into contact with his skin. He stretched his arms to rest on the edge and smiled mischievously at her who blinked a few times before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

She was wet. And it wasn't even because of the jacuzzi.

What had she done?

In fact, she didn't even know why she had done it. She just followed her instincts, but she was waking up a monster that she didn't even know if she could handle.

The image of Jeno dressed only in his underwear would hardly leave her mind.

Y/N couldn't even stay lost in her own paranoia for long and felt the water in the jacuzzi moving beyond what it should have, when she opened her eyes she saw that Jeno was moving to stand in front of her with his arms on either side of her.

She lost her voice and just stared into his dark eyes closely.

“I know what you're doing.” he whispered and brought his face closer until he was millimeters away from touching her. “It was creative, I confess.” the princess's eyes fell when she felt his breathing so close to hers. “But I won’t kiss you.”

Y/N opened her eyes in shock.

"What?" the voice sounded slightly disappointed and Jeno smirked.

“Am I going to have to remind you of what I told you a while ago?” he asked and she opened her mouth to respond but no sound came out as Jeno moved his face to put his lips on her neck, Y/N tried to grab anything inside the jacuzzi that would make her legs regain strength.

Okay, she wasn't expecting that.

Much less that his lips were so warm against her skin. Her heart was beating so fast she didn't know if he could hear it.

“Jeno…” her voice was so weak that she didn’t even blame Jeno for laughing.

"Do you remember?" Jeno's voice vibrated against Y/N's skin and she rolled her eyes before closing them completely. “When you kissed my brother, what did I tell you?”

He didn't make Y/N's life easier and leaned his body as close as he could while he remained kneeling in front of her, involuntarily Y/N opened her legs so that he was between them. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already giving in.” He gave Y/N a light bite on the neck that she couldn't control and brought her hands to his back. “Y/N, answer me!”

"What?" she tried to bring back the strength in her voice but it was impossible, not when Jeno started to bring his hips closer to hers.

“Do you remember, yes or no?” he moved his mouth to her ear, where he blew softly, sending goosebumps through her body.

Remembering? Yes she remembered, the problem was that she couldn't speak because of the heat she was feeling rising more and more and stopping in her belly.

"Yes." she swallowed the urge to moan when she felt him next to her body.

God, Jeno was torturing her and he was just leaning against her, he wasn't even rubbing his body against hers but he was standing exactly where she wanted him.

“Then speak.” he ordered and she dug her nails into his back.

“I’m going to have to beg.” she replied, quietly.

Jeno turned his face away, a sideways smile on his face as he watched the princess's desperate expression up close.

“See, you just need a stimulus to remember.” he teased.

“If you think I’m going to-” Jeno moved his hips against hers and the moan came out a little choked.

The temperature of the water felt much warmer and Y/N felt how hard he was, she had to close her eyes tightly to keep from giving in any more than she already had. She was losing her mind!

“You will, not today, but you will.” he promised and she opened her eyes, raising her eyebrow.

“What makes you so sure?”

Jeno took a hand to the princess's face and lifted it, making her look into his eyes.

She saw nothing but desire, pure and carnal.

“The fact that you tried to seduce me.” he caress her cheek gently. “Trust me, it worked, you look really hot and you don’t know how difficult it is for me to control myself now seeing your body like that.” she had an idea thanks to his hips pressed against hers. “But I won’t kiss you until you give in completely.”

Y/N swallowed hard. She wanted to but something stopped her, maybe her pride.

And then, all that heat and fire that surrounded the two quickly ended when Jeno stood up. Y/N bit her lip at the image of him standing in front of her, wet and hard. She knew he noticed the way she looked at him but he simply walked away, leaving the jacuzzi.

Y/N's uneven breathing seemed more evident now that she had her personal space back, but her eyes searched for Jeno.

And he was there, waiting for her with a confident smile.

“Don’t worry, this time it wasn’t a dream.”

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The Crown Prince | Jeong Jaehyun

PAIRING ➾ prince!Jaehyun x reader

GENRE(S) ➾ arranged marriage!au, forbidden love!au, angst, romance

WARNING(S) ➾ basically no i think but a lottt of angst

WORD COUNT : 7k

SUMMARY | He is the crown prince of this kingdom and the most powerful knight. He once saved you when you were almost being killed by a bunch of wolf. What makes you dare to taste the forbidden fruit? You don't know if you should thought of it as a gift from the God or a punishment to you for got enamoured to a person who you shouldn't be enamour for your entire life. The moment you crossed the line, you made yourself covered in wounds even more and worse, that you are not capable enough to stand it.

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A/N : it’s my first time wrtiting a bad ending(im sorry but im not 😛), i hope you like it and pls STAY SAFE!💚

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You are not meant to be together. Who gave you the courage to taste the “forbidden fruit?”

What makes you dare to taste the “forbidden fruit!”

Prince Yoonoh are known as the most handsome man in the entire Jeong Empire, but it’s not verified, no one has ever seen him before, it’s just rumours among this small little town.

You were born and being raised in this small town named “Cloud” in Jeong Empire. Your father, he is a fisher. He is out on a fishing boat all year round and you only had a few chances to get to see him. You have three brothers which are all older than you, Kun, Xiaojun and Renjun. They joined your father out to fish once they turned 18.

“Take care of our daughter, I'll be back very soon.” Your father said and he gives your mother a kiss then a hug for you before he left the house. It’s not a big deal for going out to fishing but it always has a risk, risk for not coming back anymore. Once they are out, then it’s three months and another three months and three months until when it’s new year, they’ll be back again.

“Remember to close the windows before you sleep and cover yourself when you sleep, don’t caught a cold.” Your biggest brother, Kun said and he rubs the both side of your arm. You were the youngest and the only daughter in this family, and of course you are the apple of everyone’s eye. You reluctant to be apart with them. Seeing their figure gradually disappear from your vision.

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“I will be out to collect some herbs. I will be back in 3 days.” you said then start packing things you needed to bring along with.

Your grandfather was a physician. He passed away 3 years ago, whenever he is examining a patience or out to collect herbs you were always staying along with him. So you learned some from him for example some simple way of how to treat a wound, treat mild colds and treat a swallow legs.

After he passed away, you decided to sell some herbs and treat some minor injuries to earn some money, but most importantly you missed doing it everyday with your grandpa. It’s already had been a habit to you.

“Make sure to take care of yourself. Once the night turn dark, find an inn to rest!” You mother make sure to repeat and repeat as you are really very stubborn when it comes to collect herbs, as if the herbs will gone if you did not make it to pick it by today. “I knew it mother, bye!” You said then begin the herbs collecting journey of yours.

Usually, you will be going to the nearest forest from your town but just a few days ago, you overheard the forest two town away from Cloud have herbs that is very rare and valuable. So, you decided to give it a try to see whether you are lucky enough to found it, even if you come back empty-handed.

You are willing to try.

So there you are standing in front of the forest entrance. ‘Should I really try?’ ‘What if something unexpected comes out?’ ‘But they’re valuable herbs’ ‘They will cost a high price’ All kind of thought running inside your mind.

‘Okay! Let’s do it! No regrets!’ You cheered yourself up then start heading in the forest.

This forest is unexpected a lot much bigger than the usual one you goes to. You just hope you wouldn’t get lost and trapped in the forest.

It’s almost 1 hour since you’ve entered the forest and your hard work finally paid off. You spotted a tree looking like the rare herbs tree you are looking for and is about 10 feet away. Right a moment before you were planning to go home but you were instantly overjoyed!

You walk up to that tree and crouch down to check if it’s the herb you are looking for and it is. Suddenly you hear the low roar of animal, it’s wolf. You stands up rapidly and look around, then only you realize the sun is almost setting. You have to leave as soon as possible before it turns dark.

But the low roar is getting closer and closer by time. You're too scared, so you just pick a little and quickly leaving.

The wolf seems to be attracted by your movement. Suddenly, a dark shadow shuttles between the trees. Just right in front of you! The wolf is running towards you from the trees in front of you.

Your legs are like being under a spell, you can't move. Watching the wolf getting closer to you, your legs wobble and you fell to the ground. The wolf is just inches away from you! You blocked your both hands in front of you and shut your eyes tight. ‘I don’t want to die yet, someone please help me!’ You thought, hope for a miracle to happens but you know you are gonna die, no matter how. No one could save you where the wolf is just in front of you.

You are waiting for death or the pain of being bitten by a wolf but it never comes. Perhaps the wolf changed his mind? You slowly open your eyes. A blade went straight into the wolf neck. You turned your head, a man is stabbing his blade into the wolf! You fainted right away.

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You wake up and see no one beside you. You find yourself were wearing a cloak that doesn't belong to you, it must be the man who saved you?

“You awake?” A man appears from behind. “Are feeling good? Dizzy?” He asked. “Yeah. I’m feeling good. Did you saved me?” You answered his question and asked him. “Yes. I saved you.” The man said. “Thank you. I— I really don’t know how can I do to thank you. But really thank you so much for saving me!” You said sincerely.

“Maybe you can give me yourself.” The man teased. You blushed. Feeling so shy from his words. “I’m joking. Here. Eat some before we left.” The man said and gives you some bread. “T— Thank.” You said then take the bread from him. You start munching the bread as you only realize how starved you are.

“Eat it slow, we are not in rush.” The man laughed and said. You glared at him the continue munching on the bread. It’s just a bread but maybe it’s because you are being saved from death the bread taste more delicious than it usual is and you stared sobbing just thinking of you almost never get to see your family again.

“Why are you crying?” The man turned around when he heard your sobs and asked. “I— I missed my family. I— I almost got myself never gonna see them.” You then started cry loudly. “What a silly girl.” He chuckle softly. “I’ve saved you. You’ll still be able to see them.” He said then softly pats your head. You nod then readjust your breathing until you stopped sobbing.

“Alright. We should go now before the sun is setting.” The man said then untying the lead rope he tied around the tree to hold his horse. He gave a leap and landed himself on the saddle of the horse. “Come up. We are heading to the capital.” He said then offering out a hand for you.

But you still standing like a statue, clinging the bread tight in your hands. “M— Mother says riding a horseback is very unladylike for a lady.” You spoke shyly. He then get down the horse. “It’s okay. No one’s here. Only me and you.” The man said then reaching out his hand again.

You hesitated but still, you used his hand as an aid to get on the horseback.

“Hold tight.” He skip the rope that was tied around the horse neck, the horse sprinted. Scared you to hug his waist tight, preventing yourself from falling. ‘Gallop… Gallop…’ when the horse slower down and you wanted to let your hands around his waist but when he felt your hands loosen it a bit. He pulled the lead rope harder around the horse's neck to make the horse run faster.

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It’s been days since the man saved you. That day, he left without you getting to know his name. Every few days you uses the excuse of collecting herbs to go back to that forest, hoping you could meet him again.

This person keeps lingering in your mind. When you are examining a patient, when you cook, when you bath or even you are sleeping, he appears in your dream.

Today, you went to the forest once again. After several times coming home empty-handed, you thought it’s gonna be another “empty-handed day”.

So, you, who still never meet him after walked the whole forest. You lowered your head and kicked the small stones on the ground, walking out of the forest.

Noises coming out from a distance, sound like someone is chasing after someone. Out of curious, you stopped down and try to find out what’s happening. You see a figure you miss day and night.

A bunch of people were chasing behind of him. His pace is getting slower and slower. He is holding his right arm. Is he hurt? You have to think of a way to help him. They are getting closer time by time.

You run to approach him faster. The closer you run towards him the clearer you see him. It’s him, and he is all blood…

5 feet and you will reach him. He can't take it anymore, he collapsed on the floor. When you finally get to him, he is covered in wounds.

“Hey! Can you hear me?” You sit on the ground and move his head to let him lean on your lap as a support. He is muttering something blurry that you couldn’t hear him well so you lean forward to hear him clearly.

“There… the shabby house over there…” He weakly pointing towards a direction. From what’s he is pointing at, there is a shabby house. You have no idea why he pointed there or why did he know there is a shabby house at such a distance away, but you have no time to waste.

“Can you walk? I can’t carry such a tall man as you and you are heavy.” You said and trying to carry him up but you just couldn’t. Then you heard his soft chuckles. You do as he said and tried your best to carry him up then place his left hand on your shoulder and your right hand is around his waist to carry his weight.

You carry him, who was seriously injured slowly to the shabby house he said. When the moment you open the door, it’s not as empty as you thought. There is a bed right in the middle inside the shabby house. Beside the bed was a small the cooking are and on the left hand side of the cooking area have a wooden door, but you are not sure was it a room or what. Then a very simple square wooden table in front of the bed with two chair each both side one.

You put him down on the bed and went out to find water to clean his wounds before you apply herbs on it. “You have to treat the wound first or your wound will get infected, or else you’ll left scars on it.” You told him then quickly heading out of the room but he hold you wrist. You turned back to him, worrying if he’s feeling uncomfortable.

“There is a toilet there.” He said then points towards the wooden door where you are curious about at first. ‘Ah, so it was a toilet’ you speak to yourself in your head. You went inside and there is a basin under the washstand. You took it and scoop some water into it then went back to him again.

You squat down beside the bed and starting to wash his the wounds on his right arm with a wet cloth. After cleaning the surface, you then apply some herbs which could help to stop bleeding and then you tear a little bit of the hem of your shirt to use to wrap his wounds. “Remember not to get water-“ You finished on treating his wounds then you said, but when you look up he is already asleep. You did not wake him because you thought he must be suffering a lot from the pain. Thinking back, he did not whine a single bit because of his wounds. What a strong man he must be to suppressing all his pain. You thought you would never be able to do it.

Both your hands crossed and resting your chin againts the bed and watching at his sleeping figure. Looking at his face clearly, this man who saved you, he is good-looking, even sleeping. You’ve started to grown curiosity of him. What kind of a family is he coming from? Did he lives somewhere nearby this forest? Why did he came to this forest? Why is he being chased and is hurt? Did he offend them? And right, you still haven’t get to know his name. Thousands of question is running in your head. Slowly, you sinked into your sleep unconsciously.

You open your eyes and what you see is the ceiling. Did you fall asleep? On the bed? Why did you woke up laying on a bed? You don’t remember you slept on a bed. You turned your head to the side. The man that was supposed to be there is not there. He left? Left with his arm are still bleeding? You have to look for him, before the bunch of people found him. You get off the bed and running out the shabby house. You opened the door and the man is sitting right in front the door. The night getting dark. “You awake?” He smiling looking at you and said. He is using woods to start a fire.

“You shouldn’t be moving around, you wounds will broke open. I’ll do it, go get some rest.” You said and chasing him off. “Man should be the one to start a fire, not a women.” He chuckles softly. “No, you are the pat-“ You are trying to argue with him but he cuts you off. “I’m not doing everything, I’m just starting the fire and you will be the one who cook. So it’s fair.” You become speechless. “Cook? Me?” You asked and pointing at yourself. He nodded and then pointed back at him. “I— I’m not good at cooking…” You stuttered.

“I don’t mind the taste, as long as it can filled my hunger.” You are again speechless by his words. “O— Okay…”

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“Do you have anything you wanted to say?” He raised his brow and asked. You shook your head hardly. “Then why are you keep staring at me? Your face told me you’ve something to say.” He said then put his chopsticks down on the table. “Can I really ask?” You asked and averting his eyes. “Go ahead.” He answered coolly.

“W— Why are those people chasing after you?” You asked nervously. “No. I shouldn’t ask this way.” You whisper softly just enough for yourself to hear it. “Why did you know there is a shabby house inside of this big forest?” You asked. From Jaehyun's point of view, you look like a cat filled with curiosity.

“I know here by chance when I was still very young.” He said but he doesn’t look happy. “By chance? In a forest when you were young? How come?” You asked and he stared at you with an unreadable expression. “My parents, they are always arguing. I don’t like it. One day I just ran out and came here randomly.” He said. “I found this place very calm. Hearing the birds singing on the tree with a book in my hands, the feelings is very chilling.” He adds.

You wanted to know what had happened to him in his childhood, but you have no rights to know a stranger’s story. The tension is getting tense so you try to break it. “Let me tell you a story of mine?” You support your chin on your hand and look at him then he nodded.

“My father always went out for fish when I was young, on my path of growing I seldom get to see him. I felt lonely because I only have brothers and my mother have to work as well They like to play around the forest and they won’t bring me along because I’m a girl, they thought I won’t know how to climb tree and many stuff that girl usually won’t do. So, one day after they left the house, I secretly follow behind them.”

“They went to the nearest forest from our house, but when I finally reach the entrance of the forest, they disappeared. I started to feel panic. They are no where to be seen. The forest is as big as a bottomless pit for a four year old little girl, and I know nothing about this forest, it’s my first time here. I cry and scream, calling out their names while messing around the bottomless pit forest. Luckily, they manage to find me before I got eaten by some wild animals.” You chuckle softly.

“And so, I was banned to go to the forest since then. Until when I started follow my grandpa to collect herbs around the forest, only I started to get nearer to the forest, in about 10 years I think. And I like the forest a lot! It reminds me of my grandpa. I miss him a lot.” Your face unconsciously showed a trace of you missing your grandpa.

“You doesn’t looks like a playful girl who would make your families worry about you.” He says and chuckles softly.

BANG!

Suddenly a huge lightning strikes! “Ah!” You covered both your ears quick then quickly hide under the table. You are hugging your knees and shivering while hands still covering your ears tight.

He notice what happened to you after the lightning strikes. “It’s okay, it’s just a thunderstorm.” He get under the table as well and comforting you. He slowly embrace you in his arm, smoothing your back softly, cooling you down. “It’s just thunderstorm.” He keeps repeating.

“No! It’s not just a thunderstorm! It will became a heavy rain after that!” You slightly screaming. “We— We need to leave the forest before it’s starting rain! We need to leave! We need to leave!” You said in panic. “It’s going to rain, we will leave the next morning.” He said while his hands never stop smoothing your back. “No! We need to leave! The rain will cover this shabby house! We will be stuck if we don’t leave now! No! We can’t!” You started crying from the thought of rain covering this house that is just made by wooden. The rain will devour you both of you don’t leave now.

“Why? Why will the rain stuck us in this house?” He sense something abnormalities on you. You resist the rain a lot compared to a normal people. Yes, maybe some people doesn’t likes rain, but. Your actions is too weird, it’s like you have been stuck in somewhere because of rain and it made you staying in fear for the rest of your life. So he deliberately trigger you and make you tell him the real reason why you are scared.

“The— The rain is scary.” You sobbing and clingy against his chest. “Why? Tell me.” He persuading you to tell him. “My— My grandpa dead be— because we were stuck in a hou— house when we come out to co— collect herbs…” You are slightly calmed, but still sobbing. “That’s why you are scared of rain?” He speaks very very softly and caresses your hair. His voice is so charming. His hug is warm, his voice is soft, and he is even trying comfort you.

“Yes…” You said, grabbing his shirt tight.

“Let me tell you a story. You know whenever before the rains pour, there will be thunderstorms right? It’s meaning the gods who rule the earth is fighting against the demon. You know why they fight?” He asked then looking at you. You shook your head because you did not know it. “Because, the gods wants to create a baby for the earth, but the devil oppose it. So they fight, their fight causes thunderstorm.” He stopped then look at me again but then he continued.

“So when the gods win, a baby is born. Raining is a way to express their victory of giving a new life. They are good thing, so don’t be scare if raining anymore. It’s a sign of a new born.” He finished his story and you stopped crying because you are too into listening to his story like a bed time story.

“Is that real?” You asked. The “story” he told was too incredible, you don’t really believe it. “Of course it is.” He answered. You thought he must be thinking you are some kind of little kid who would trust on this kind of “fairytale” but unfortunately you are an adult and you know it’s not real. But still, he warms your heart. Maybe this is what people said “white lie.”

“Your wound!” You never noticed his wound which you wrapped it with your clothes is covered in blood now. “Am I the one who broke your wound? I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You apologies then go get some water to clean his wound. “You sit on the bed first, I’ll go get some water.” You said then head towards the toilet.

You come back with holding a basin full of water. You set it now in front of the bed then kneel down to start cleaning his wound again. You unwrapped the teared shirt which on his wound then cleaning it softly and carefully with a piece of wet handkerchief. “You must be careful with your every single moves now. It recovers and you break it again.” You sighed and tell him.

“Can I know why did you cry so hard for your grandp- ehem the reason that made you afraid of rain.” He take back what he actually wanted to say ‘your grandpa’ but he thought if he says the word ‘grandpa’ might remind you of your grandpa, and he will have to tell another “story” to calm you down.

“He is my favourite among this family. I didn’t mean I don’t like the others, but he is the one who I spent the most time with. Father and mother needs to work, my father work as a fisher so he’s not home often and brothers as I said before they are always gone without me. So I follow my grandpa around, from just following him to the forest to collect herbs until I learn how to heal a patient.”

“One day, we went to the forest as usual. We already heard thunderstorm before we are out of the house but grandpa insisted he wants to go, he said we have umbrella, it’s not big deal just raining. But no, we all lost him in this stupid rain. The rain starts pouring when we just entered the forest. Grandpa holds my hands even tighter than every time he did.” The corners your the mouth rise slightly by thinking of your grandpa holdings your little hand.

“But the rain is getting heavier second by second. Until we can’t really see the road in front of us, very blurry. Because we can’t see clearly, grandpa continued going on with his intuition and the best he know of the forest which we have came over the years. He is too confident. I told him we should go home but he don’t listen to me. We lost our footing, fall off the cliff but I wasn’t falling off the cliff like grandpa did because the let go of my hand before we fall together.” There are tears are escaping from your eyes.

“If it’s not because of me, he won’t fall. Because he wants to save me, that’s why he did not manage to save himself!” You bursted into tears.

“Listen to me. It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. Just a coincidence.” Again he’s comforting you. He smooth your back like how he did just now and it’s feeling very warm, you like the feels. He is someone like your grandpa, brings you warm. He lets you rest your head on his lap and smoothing your back, keeps repeat words which comfort you a lot. It’s been a long time since you relying on someone, you missed the feeling. The last one was your grandpa and you missed him a lot.

Your eyelids felt heavy, you must be tiring from all our crying just now. “Rest if you are tired, leave tomorrow morning. It must be tiring to cry a lot.” He said softly and caresses your head which are still resting on his lap. He carry you to the bed and you sinked into your sleep in just a seconds.

You woke up the next morning. He’s already awake and washing up himself. “Are you leaving too?” You asked.

“No, I will be leaving in days, they must be still looking after me.” He smile and answered. “There are foods here, I probably won’t die for days.” He adds, chuckling. “But your wound…” You are worried about him. “Small matter, I can manage it mysel- ow!” He twisted because he accidentally moved his arm, and his wound are slightly opened.

“I will stay here until your wound are at least considered yes “moveable!” “ You said loudly and powerful, unlike the little girl who cried last night like a pig. “It’s dangerous for you to stay here, go back.” He said. “Then, then…” You are thinking a way to he him. “I’ll leave but I’ll come here everyday to heal you until you are fully recovered.” You say confidently and certainty. “I-“ He open his mouth to speak but, “No more quibbling!” You said domineering. “Alright, I guess I have no to resist.” He smiled.

“I’m— I’m just curious, are you somehow a— a sinser or a thief?” You stuttered. You are sickly wanted to know why are then chasing after him, but he chuckle out loud. “Haha, I’ll tell you if I am or not the next time we meet again.” He teased. “Now, you should go.” He shushed you out the house.

“Hey hey! I haven’t get to know your name tho.” You finally asked what you’ve been wanting ask since the moment you saw him.

“Jaehyun.” He answered. “What I about you? I shouldn't not to know my physician's name right?” He teased again.

“(Y/N). I’m (Y/N).”

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You have been coming continuously for days to fulfil your duty — healing his wound — and you both talked a lot these days. But mostly the topic is surrounding about you, he don’t really talk about him selves a lot.

Today as usual you came here early in the morning. You made him some cakes, you know he doesn’t like sweet in the last few days you've been together. So, you reduced the amount of sugar, hoping he will like it.

You knock on the door before you entered the house. When you open the door, the door makes a creak sound. It’s a total dark inside, he’s not here. Did he went out?

You lighten up the candle then sit at the corner of the bed waiting for him. You saw a piece of paper on the table when you are looking around. You get up from the bed then went to the table.

I have some urgent stuff to deal with, will be right back very soon. Wait for me

- Jaehyun

Was what he wrote on the piece of paper.

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“I said I won’t marry Elisiah!” Jaehyun shouted loudly in the hall.

“You are not able to decide your marriage ever since you were born as a royalty!” The king shouted from his throne.

“I am not your puppet! I have rights to decide my own life!” Jaehyun refute.

“If you resist to marry Princess Elisiah of Arvenus, then leave this royal family, live as a civilian, get rid off the name Prince Yoonoh!” The king said angrily, hand clenched into a fist.

“I don’t need this name!” Jaehyun said aggressively then heading out the hall.

“Once you stopped out this door, I won't show a single mercy to her.” The king smirked. “You know who am I talking about, Jay.” Jaehyun can hear the king’s tone with a hint of he has already won, even it’s not even stared yet.

“What did you do to her!” Jaehyun run towards the king. “I did nothing. But if you didn’t want to see her head hanging high up at the middle of the capital, listen to me. Be my good boy.” The king chuckle sarcastically. “You old treacherous man!” Jaehyun hold his urge to hit him on his face hardly.

“Engagement will be on the day after tomorrow. Clear up your mind and get ready to marry the Princess of Arvenus.” The king said then returned to his chamber, leaving Jaehyun alone in the hall.

He is worried about you but he couldn’t go look for you. If the king knows the both of you will be in danger.

The king — the father of Jaehyun — is an extremely cruel man. Years ago, in order to sit on this throne, he did not hesitate to kill his own brother. Arvenus is a country which is very powerful but not as powerfully as Jeong Empire is but still if they combined. It will be a big disaster to the world. Not only that, they have various types in weapons, so it’s even a bigger advantage to King Jeong.

And this time, in order to gain more power he wants Jaehyun to marry the Princess of Arvenus. So the King of Arvenus will join and help him in war, and he will get the world as he had planned. Jaehyun have no choice now, he could just follow as the king’s plan if he wants to keep you safe.

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Half day passed since you are waiting for Jaehyun at the house, but he did not show up as what he said on the paper that he will be back soon. “Why isn’t him coming back…” You mumble to yourself. ‘Maybe there may be something happened that causes him to be late here.’ You thought. ‘Just wait for him a while, he will be here soon.” You smile and tell yourself.

So, you waited, another 1 hour passed, 2 hour, 3 hour… until you dozed off. You woke up and it’s already night time, but he’s still not here yet. ‘Did something bad happened?’ You started to get worried. No, you have to look for him. But where can you find him?

Now think of it, you don’t know where his house were at, except for this shabby house. How if he came but you went out to look for him? You should continue wait for him here until he came. Yes, just wait.

2 days have passed, he still did not show up. It’s very unusual the would be taking so 2 days to come back. You couldn’t just sit and wait for him to come back. He never answered you if he was a sinser, something must happened! What if he get caught! You pack your belongings you brought here with you then rush to the capital to see if something happened.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” your best friend agn your neighbour since you were born suddenly pop up from no where while you were running in the market to the notice board.

The notice board is at the end of this market. The notice board will be pinning any newest updated news and criminals wanted. “Hey, Anne.” You answered perfunctory and still keep running to the notice board.

Not here, not here also, not even here also. There’s no picture of him or his name wrote on it. Phew! Immediately you are relieved. But something caught your attention.

“Engagement of Prince Yoonoh with Princess Elisiah of Arvenus.” The prince is getting engage and the palace will be open for everyone to join the engagement today. Oh, there’s a sketch of Prince Yoonoh and the Princess the Prince is marrying.

THROB! THROB!

A tear escaped from your eyes. No! It’s not him. Just someone who looks like him. No! It won’t be! He is a sinser. He is not a prince. No… It’s not… Let— Let’s go home and and wait for him… Go home… Go home…

“(Y/N)!” Anne is panting, probably running all the way here to see why am I in such a rush. “What happened? Why did you cry?” She asked. She wipes the tears on your cheek. “What happened?” She asked again. “No— Nothing.” She said then wipe your tears with the back of your hand.

“Then it’s fine. Oh! Did you saw this? The prince is getting engaged! We can visit the palace! Let’s go together! Let’s go!” She said happily and jumping running around.

“I— I.” You stuttering. You don’t really want to go, what if he was really the prince, then he’s going to marry the Princess. Was it always been your wishful thinking?

“The days you disappeared, I heard a lot of story about the Prince. They said that the Prince and the Princess are engaged since childhood, but the Princess is yet an adult so that’s the reason why they get engaged only until now. Ha, I hope to see how the Prince look like! He must be handsome!” Anne holding her face with both hands and smiling.

“Let’s go, let’s go! It’s starting soon!” Anne excitedly said,never wait for your answer and she’s already dragging you to the palace at the capital city. It’s not very far from here but took at least 10 minutes.

“(Y/N), it’s should be happy that our prince is getting marry soon~ You shouldn’t be looking so upset when you enter the palace.” Anne said, kinda like half singing half talking. You forced yourself to smile abit.

On the way to the palace Anne is super excited, she always wanted to visit the big palace and now she got her chance to visit but you aren’t very happy with the reason why you would be able to visit.

“This way please.” The servant at the entrance of the palace is guiding the visitors to the main hall. “You can have some food here, the ceremony is starting soon.” The servant smiled then bow before she leave. “Wow! It’s huge!” Anne is amazed by how big the palace is. “There is some portraits of the royalty!” Anne said, slapping on your arm then pulls you along with him to see those portraits.

“This must be the crown prince, it looks exactly same as the one on the notice board.” Anne said. He does looks like, but you don't want to believe it! “The King and crown prince is here!” The butler announced and the door is opened.

“Your Majesty!” Everyone kneels down.

“You may all get up.” The king said. This is the moment you are most afraid of, you will be able to know the answer if you look up. You are afraid, you doesn’t want to face the reality. You struggled with your inner heart and finally, you get up.

It was Jaehyun.

He was the prince Yoonoh. Your soul seems to have left you for a moment.

“I am thankful for all of you coming to attend my beloved son’s engagement ceremony.“ The king sat on his throne and Jaehyun sitting on the right side. “I have been waiting for this moment, so am Yoonoh. He have been waiting for the Princess of Arvenus to come of age. The day after the princess’s birthday is over, he is so eager to ask me let him marry her.” The king laughing happily.

So until the end, you were fooled by him? He already has someone he likes and even always wanted to marry her, so why is he being so good to you? Why did he comfort you when you are crying for just a thunderstorm?

You are madly in love with him that you don’t even realized until now. Yes, you are absolutely madly in love with him that why didn’t want to let him go!

After the king given speech, everyone continues eating the food served. “I hope you like it.” The king is walking around and asking whether they like the food or not and you heard him asking the one beside of you. Of course, Jaehyun is with him.

Finally, Jaehyun notice you were here when you are staring at the king. When you saw Jaehyun look at you, you quickly turned away. You ran out the hall and Jaehyun chases after you. You already saw him, you know his existence here!

“(Y/N)!” He calling your name when you ran towards the back garden that’s no one here so he called you. “(Y/N)!” He caught you, he is holding your wrist. “(Y/N) it’s not like that, listen to me!” Jaehyun eager to explain. You tried to get rid of his hand but he is too strong.

“Jaeh- Your Majesty, please let go off me.” You are twisting your hand to get rid of him. “(Y/N)! Listen to me first.” He tugged you into his embrace. “Listen to me…” He hug you tight and said. “I don’t want to listen to you anymore! You liar!” You push his chest to get off him.

“It’s not like that, (Y/N)!” Jaehyun surround his arm even tighter around you. “I don’t listen!” You cried and struggling. “(Y/N) I am-“ he was halfway through speaking and suddenly someone walked in this direction. Jaehyun quickly let go of you because it was the king’s knights. They must be coming here to look for him.

“Your Majesty, the king is asking you to go back the hall. And he warned you, he won’t give a single mercy.” Jaehyun once again got warning from the king. “Alright.” Jaehyun have no choice but follow the knights back to the hall. At least you had hide behind some brush so they did not saw you, or else things will get more serious.

The day ended with you did not get an explanation from Jaehyun and didn’t get a chance to explain. Who knows it then became forever.

An unexplained accident. A Jaehyun in your mind a person who played with your feelings. You were not lovers and no one could explain this relationship. It became a mystery between you both.

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2002

The boy is passing by the park by chance when he’s on his way home from the convenient store and he saw a little girl sitting in the sand pool, dressed up in a green sundress.

“Give me back my doll.” You are crying and sitting in the sand pool in the park as a few boys that is one year older than you are bullying you by snatching away your doll from you.

You are 4 this year and your parents decided to send you to kindergarten. In fact, it’s a little bit too early to send a 4 years old to kindergarten, most parents send their children to kindergarten when they are 5 years old.

“Bleh Bleh Bleh.” The boy sticked his tongue out then running around with him holding your doll high in his hand. “Give it back to me.” You are chasing after him, trying to get back your doll, but he is a lot much faster. You blubbering and rubbing your eyes.

“(Y/N) is a crybaby, crybaby.” The boys laughing out loud at you and still running around the park.

The boys are 1 year older than you and they are your kindergarten mates but they always bully and laugh at you because you are a year younger than them. You accident tripped yourself and fall on the rough ground. Your knees bleed from the fall. They never stop and even laughing at you more and then they continue running around the park with your doll in their hand.

Right at this time, a boy seem to be same age as them come out from no where. “Are you okay?” The boy asked and then check on your knee. “They… they took my doll.” You cried, your tears and snot flow all over your face.

He his handkerchief out from his pocket and wipe your tears and snot off your face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get it back for you and promise me not to cry anymore?” The boy said and patted your head. You immediately stopped crying. You see him talking with the boys who bullied you just now and just a while, he’s coming back with your doll in his hand.

“Here.” He hand you your doll.

“My doll.” You say excitedly and hugging your doll happily. “You have to treat the wound first or your wound will get infected and you’ll not be pretty anymore.” The boy intimidates you. You immediately felt a sense of déjà vu from his words, as if you had heard them somewhere else before. “I don’t want to be ugly.” You are frightened by his words and started crying again. He didn't know you would be frightened by his words. He was caught off guard. “So you have to treat it fast.” The boy quickly made up.

“Can you walk?” He adds. You shake your head, you actually can but you hope be carried by someone. He turns his back on you. “I’ll carry you then.” You nod and climb onto his back and he carry you back his home.

He set you down on the couch then he run towards upstairs. He came down with a box of first aid kid in his hands. He sit down next to you and place your leg on his lap. He disinfects your wound with acriflavine first. “May be a little pain.” He said. Then he clean your wound before placing a sterile bandage on it.

“Done.”

“Can I know your name? My name is (Y/N)!” You are beaming widely that he can see your white teeth.

“I’m Jaehyun.”

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NATURE MORTE TAGLIST

It's been almost two years since I published the moodboards of the series. For those who don't remember, you can check here... La Nature morte Masterlist

This is to revamp the taglist of the La Nature Morte. I remind you that you can read them individually in the future, but it would still be nice if you read all 7 versions that will come out slowly(of which 4 moodboards have been released, and soon the one of Jin, Hobi and finally Jimin will be released). This is because they are set in the same timeline and with different points of view.

This time I have all the credentials to continue with the project that I have always wanted to create and satisfy you <3

for the moment the taglist of the people who signed up:

Namjoon Story - Bookworm : @namjinsmoonchile @ctrllovre @lilac-epilogue @wecanpretendit @bflyangel04 @hikarudotcom @btstrasht @betthjg @fuck-you-im-gae @mimlove @anna1126 @scentedsope @namjinsmoonchile @sumzysworld @heyitsmehaneul @itxirxlxs @kiwimash12

Yoongi Story - Charm and Spells : @jiyoongss @loveyoongles @setton00 @sumzysworld @j3alous-ang3l @blr1004 @underground-rapper @lilac-epilogue @minatheemeraldwitch @han-elif @likeshatteredrainbowglass @heyitsmehaneul @itxirxlxs @kiwimash12

Taehyung Story - Artem Tigris : @sweet-weapon-077 @doublebunv @sumzysworld @heyitsmehaneul @itxirxlxs @kiwimash12

Jungkook Story - Enigma : @bishuthot @sugarkinky @unicornbabylover @theblueslytherin @teambrunettegirls @travelleratheart101 @awinkies @ultravilevenus @doublebunv @betthjg @mageprincess7 @sumzysworld @heyitsmehaneul @itxirxlxs @kiwimash12

Seokjin Story - Polaris : @heyitsmehaneul @itxirxlxs

The other moodboards are coming, after that I can bring the illustration and writing of this series to life✨

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atlas cried progress log ! (status: complete)

completed scenes: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii

current wc: 7.6k 8.7k 10.4k 12.7k 15.1k 19k 24.7k!!!

date completed: 08-22-22

link to finished product

current taglist:

@/dziewoja07, @/pewpewpwe00, @/gaeulswrld, @/yutensoul, @/iioyous, @/shepeelsoranges, @/loeycity, @/000rpheus, @/eunbi4eva, @/jenonoon, @/travelleratheart101, @/hesbambi, @/minchoco, @/swagzombiefart, @/eunbi4eva, @/wonluvrbot

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the pact (4)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: explicit sex, cursing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spanking, orgasm denial

word count: 6.3k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

a/n: first of all i hope everyone had a great holiday and a happy new year 😘 i was verrrry busy which is why this update is a bit delayed. thank you guys for being patient with me while i get my shit together! i hope you enjoy this part because i loved writing it. also please check out the playlist i made for parts 1-4 right here :) 

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Jinyoung: Y/N Jinyoung: I need you to come over immediately Jinyoung: It’s an emergency

You: what?? what’s wrong??? You: …. You: this isn’t like a sex emergency right

Jinyoung: No. Please just come over.

“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” you asked urgently as you slipped inside of Jinyoung’s apartment. 

Jinyoung welcomed you in, and the first thing you noticed was his casual attire—gray joggers, a hunter green hoodie, and a pair of wire rimmed glasses you hadn’t seen him wear since high school. It also looked like he’d just recently gotten out of the shower, judging by the damp locks of hair clinging to his temples.

Funny enough, your own outfit mirrored his. A gray sweatshirt and black joggers. After all, you had been halfway ready for bed by the time he texted you, even though it wasn’t really that late. It was Sunday night, you’d spent all weekend working and you weren’t ashamed to call it a night before ten o’clock. 

“I have… two hours,” Jinyoung started, glancing at his watch and then back at you, “to pack for a week and a half in New York.”

You blinked at him. “You what?”

Jinyoung let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed your hand, tugging you back towards his bedroom. You nearly passed out from shock at the state of disarray that greeted you; suitcase wide open on the floor, piles of clothes everywhere, shampoo bottles laying around haphazardly. Never, in all the years you’d known him, had you seen his room anything but spotless—not even in that shitty third floor walk up he and Jackson lived in before they both got grown up jobs. 

“Why does it look the toiletries aisle threw up all over your room, Jinyoung?” 

Jinyoung, frazzled as you’d ever seen him, ruffled the back of his own hair harshly. “My boss called me an hour ago asking if I’d go to this convention because the girl that was meant to do it got mono. So now I’m flying to New York in four hours.” 

Your eyes lit up as you smacked his chest excitedly. “That’s great!”

He’d mentioned the convention a few times in the last few weeks. He was excited about it, you knew that much, but that was when his responsibility was to organize the event from afar. In your opinion, it sounded like your personal heaven. Thousands of avid book readers came from all over the world, just to share their excitement over books. You couldn’t imagine anything better.

He groaned, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “It’s terrible. You know I hate unexpected surprises, Y/N. What if I screw it up?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not going to happen. They probably asked you to do it because they know you’re capable. You’re basically the head of your department, right?”

Jinyoung shrugged modestly. “I mean, yeah. I’ve been in charge of planning the entire thing for the last two months.”

“Exactly. So it’ll be fine—you worry far too much. Now, how can I help with… all of this?” You looked around at the chaos dispersed throughout his bedroom, not sure where to start. 

Jinyoung took in a deep, calming breath, then pointed to the pile of clean clothes on the floor next to the suitcase. “If you can put those clothes in the packing cubes and get them into the suitcase—why are you laughing?”

You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laugh as you sat in front of his pile of clothing. “Nothing. I just… of course you use packing cubes.”

Jinyoung pursed his lips—giving you his trademark unamused look. “Don’t make fun of me, I’m in a crisis.” 

“You’re so dramatic. I swear.” You rolled your eyes at him, lips forming a smirk. “Stop scowling at me and get to packing, mister.” 

Jinyoung mumbled something under his breath, which sounded a lot like not the boss of me, and they’re practical but you couldn’t be too sure. Still, he settled on his bed, picking out items from the massive pile of mini sized hair and skin products and stuffing them into a travel bag. 

Comfortable silence filled the room as you two focused on your separate tasks, but you could practically hear Jinyoung’s racing thoughts from across the room. It was almost annoying how well you could read his emotions, which you chalked up to your many years of friendship. 

But you knew he’d feel better once the daunting task of packing was done with, so you sorted his clothing as he asked. Once the cubes were full of his clothes, folded and organized into his suitcase, you stood from the floor and crawled onto the bed. 

You perched on your knees behind him, leaning your chin onto his shoulder. He smelled nice, you noticed. Like fresh linen. “Are you done yet?”

He grunted, shaking his head as he tossed a bottle of face moisturizer into his bag with more force than necessary.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Can I interest you in a short distraction? Since you’ll be gone for… how long again?” 

Jinyoung didn’t respond, just continued stuffing items into travel sized bags as if he didn’t hear you. You pouted, squeezing him tighter. His entire body was tense, from his shoulders down to his abs. 

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching for his hands to pull them into his lap. “You’re really worried about this, aren’t you?” 

He just lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Just don’t want to screw it up,” he mumbled. 

You sighed and shifted next to him, crawling into his lap to straddle his waist. Reaching for his chin, you lifted his eyes to yours. You would’ve had to be blind not to see how nervous he was about this.

“Hey,” you said again. “That’s not going to happen. Trust me. Remember that time, in college, we both wrote down the wrong date for our European Lit exam and we were completely blindsided when we walked into class? You passed with a 96. You’re great under pressure, Jinyoung. You’re smart, you work hard, and you’re quick on your feet.” 

Jinyoung’s features, ever so slightly, softened as he listened to you. He knew you were right. You had seen him come out on top of so many stressful situations, and you knew this time was no different. 

“What’d you get on that exam? I don’t think you ever told me.” 

You cringed at the memory. The big, fat red marker the teacher had used to scribble your nearly failing grade across your test flashed in your mind. “65. Dad lectured me for about three hours about that one.” 

“Ouch,” Jinyoung began, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. It seemed he was already feeling better. “Maybe I should have tutored you. I could have gotten you some extra credit…” 

Though it was his attempt at trying to sound sexy, it just came off cheesy and you couldn’t help but snort. “You’re lucky you’re really good in bed, because your pillow talk leaves something to be desired.” 

Jinyoung grinned, leaning in to nip at your neck. “Hmm,” he hummed against your skin, hands slipping up the back of your hoodie. “All I heard was really good in bed.”

“Mm,” you tilted your head, allowing him more space to kiss your neck. You didn’t even care about the marks he could leave. “Did I say that? I meant terrible in bed. Like, so bad.” You smiled at the laugh he pressed into your skin.

You shivered as he grazed his fingertips up and down your spine, goosebumps forming wherever he touched. No matter how many times he put his hands on you, it never stopped having such an effect on you. 

The last month, after Bambam’s party, you’d set out three rules for yourself: no cuddling, no sleeping over, and no unnecessary kissing. So far, you’d held your ground. If Jinyoung noticed anything weird, he didn’t show it. Just nodded and walked you to the door each time you chose not to sleep over. 

But the sex was still worth keeping your arrangement. Jinyoung had shown you a side of yourself you weren’t aware of until now, and you couldn’t deny he made you feel desirable in a way that was totally new. You had no hesitation telling him what you wanted or needed in order to feel good—unlike how you’d been in past relationships. 

“So how about that distraction?” you whispered, threading your fingers through Jinyoung’s hair and pushing it away from his face. 

He laughed again. “We don’t have time.” 

You stuck your lip out, pulling back enough to look at him. “Yes we do. I’m not going to see you for almost two weeks, can’t I just… have something to remember you by?” 

Jinyoung glanced at the clock on his wall, then back at you. The clock, then you again. “Alright, fine. You’re lucky you’re really good in bed.”

Your pout turned into a pleased grin. “I know.” 

To shut you up, he reached for your sweatshirt to pull off, throwing the material to the floor. He cursed under his breath when he saw you were completely bare under your hoodie. “God. I swear you live to drive me insane.” 

“Hmm, maybe, maybe not,” you said, as you slipped your hands back into his hair and gave the strands a firm tug. 

“Fuck,” he started, hands squeezing your hips. “Want to come to New York with me? Just curl up in my suitcase?” 

You laughed, hips rolling down against him almost instinctively, craving more contact. “Sounds uncomfortable.” 

“Mm,” he shook his head and leaned in, kissing across your chest. “Don’t know how I’ll live without these.” 

“By ‘these’ do you mean my boobs?” 

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“You’re dumb,” you replied with a laugh, hands traveling down his torso until you could tug his sweatshirt off of him. “I’ll send you a picture every day, just so you don’t miss them too much.” 

Jinyoung flipped you over onto your back, kicking his pile of toiletries out of the way and cringing at the sound of about a thousand lotion bottles falling to the floor. “You’re too good to me.” 

“I know,” you responded, quick to remove his shirt as well, revealing the toned torso you never got sick of seeing. “You’re so lucky to have me.” 

“Something like that,” he said as he looked down at you, eyes shining with desire. His hips were grinding into yours so perfectly, the bulge in his sweats pressing into your center just right. 

Your eyes fell shut as you groaned, only encouraging him to push into you with more force. He could bring you to the edge just like this, and you made a mental note to test that theory someday. Tonight, though, you wanted him inside of you. 

Jinyoung leaned down, closing his mouth around one of your nipples and rolling his tongue over the hardened peak, over and over. You arched into him, wanting more. In a matter of minutes, he’d already reduced you to a pliant mess underneath of him. 

His mouth traveled downwards and more bottles were knocked to the floor, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You’d clean up the mess later. He sucked a hickey into your hip as he pulled off your joggers, making you shiver when the cold air hit your skin. 

“The snowmen underwear,” Jinyoung mused, a smirk on his lips. You’d forgotten you had grabbed those from your drawer today--the same pair you’d worn the first night you slept together. At this point, you’d given up trying to always be wearing sexy underwear when you’d see Jinyoung. He truly did not care what you had under your clothes, as he reminded you so many times. 

“Shut up,” you told him, squirming your hips as he stared up at you. 

“They’re cute,” he said, just as he did that first night. “I might rip them off you, though. Wanna fuck you so bad.” He leaned down, licking right up the line of your covered slit. 

You bit back a moan and gripped the sheets underneath of you, already feeling restless with need. 

“It’s a shame we’re tight on time,” he muttered, nose nudging against your clit. “I’d love to spend the whole night between your thighs. Just tasting you, making you crazy…”

You wouldn’t have minded that at all. Jinyoung was a perfectionist, and it was never more apparent than when he had his mouth on you, determined to make you feel good. It was an experience, every single time. 

When he finally pulled your underwear off, he glanced up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your panties dangled off his index finger. “Want to give me something to remember you by?” 

You stared down at him, skeptical. “Yes…?” 

Jinyoung sat up on his knees, balling up your underwear and tossing it into his opened suitcase. You gaped up at him, reaching to hit his arm. “Jinyoung! You can’t steal my underwear!” 

He laughed, leaning back down to hover over you. “I didn’t steal them. You said yes. Come on, please?” 

“You’re so weird,” you told him, relenting. As shocked as you were, you couldn’t deny that it was hot, him wanting to take your panties along across the world just to remember you by. Whatever that meant. 

“Shh, tight on time, remember?” he dipped down to kiss you, smiling against your lips and causing you to do the same. 

Your hands roamed his body, trying to memorize the lines and curves of his skin just so that you wouldn’t forget. It would be the longest you’d gone without seeing Jinyoung since you started sleeping together two months ago. At this point, you knew his body better than your own. You were going to miss it. 

“Hey,” you spoke against his lips, pulling away to push his hair away from his eyes. “This is the first time you’ve fucked me with glasses on.” 

“And?” he asked, thick brows pushed together. 

You shrugged. “And I think you look hot. You’re like my sexy, visually impaired teacher.” 

Jinyoung’s eyes narrowed slightly just before he rolled them. “Oh, I see, you think you’re special because you have perfect vision.” 

You grinned up at him. “At least I said you were sexy.” 

He grumbled, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip. “Careful, or you’ll get detention.” 

You stifled a laugh, which further annoyed him. “Sorry. Not funny.” 

Jinyoung hated to be teased, and you knew it, but you couldn’t help getting a kick out of it. You loved that grumpy, unamused frown he threw at you whenever you challenged him. 

“Turn over.” 

You raised your brows, smile dropping from your lips. Oh. He looked down at you, eyes darkening with that familiar lustful glare. Your breath hitched in your chest as you flipped over onto your stomach, laying sideways on the bed with your ankles dangling off one end. 

When you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, he pressed down onto your shoulders with a light pressure to keep you down. “Face down.” 

A tingle spread down your body, right to your core. What had started as a playful joke was quickly turning into something more, something you’d only fantasized about late at night when you were alone. 

Jinyoung sat on his knees, straddling your thighs, his weight just barely resting on you. Your heart was pounding in anticipation. His fingertips grazed down your back, starting between your shoulder blades until he was brushing against the curve of your lower back. 

“I thought we didn’t have much time?” you asked, turning your head to look back at him with one cheek pressed into his blankets. 

He glared down at you. “Every time you talk back to me, that’s one.” 

You gulped. “One what?” 

He barely hesitated before his hand came down against the center of your ass cheek. You whimpered, pressing your face into the blankets. The sting only lasted for a moment before you felt a pulse of pleasure low in your stomach. 

“Now,” Jinyoung started, his hand massaging the area where he’d just smacked. You took a deep breath in, desperately trying to keep your hips from squirming. “Are you going to be good for me?” 

You nodded vigorously, stealing a glance behind you. The look on his face reminded you of how he’d looked after Bambam’s party, demanding you to touch yourself. A look you’d thought about many, many times since. 

He shocked you when he smacked your ass again, your back arching involuntarily. “Use your words, angel.” 

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good.” 

You were certain if his hand drifted down the few inches away from your ass to your entrance, he would feel just how wet he’d made you already. 

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe you. You don’t always listen. Always trying to make it difficult for me, aren’t you?” 

You shook your head. “N-no. I wanna be good for you, Jinyoung.” 

His tongue ran over his bottom lip slowly, giving you that familiar predatory gaze. “You’re gonna have to prove it to me.” His hands were massaging your ass again, stopping to squeeze the soft flesh every now and then. 

“How?” You asked, fear and arousal blooming in your chest. You knew whatever he had in store for you wouldn’t be easy.

Jinyoung trailed his right hand up your back again, pushing your hair aside so that you could see him without any obstruction. “Don’t come. No matter what.” 

Again, you swallowed hard. You wouldn’t be good at this game and you both knew it. He got you so hot so fast that you could never hold back, which wasn’t usually a problem, until now.

His hand traveled down your back, fingers grazing over the curve of your ass until they slipped down to your entrance. You watched his face, enthralled, as he gathered the wetness that had already dripped out of you and brought it to his lips to taste. You moaned. 

Jinyoung looked down at you, smirking. “Oh, that’s not a good sign. I barely even touched you. Try to control yourself, okay, baby? You can do it.” 

You bit down onto your lip again, nodding at him as you slid your hands up underneath of your head, gripping his blankets. “Okay.” 

When he finally slipped his fingers inside of you, your eyes fell shut. Only two fingers and you could tell you were squeezing around him, your current position doing nothing to give him easier access. 

He began a slow, torturous pace inside of you with his two fingers, scissoring them inside of you every few thrusts. You were whining and moaning into the blankets, your fingernails digging into the fabric. 

“So fucking tight. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now—it’s heavenly.” 

You pressed your forehead into the blankets, teeth pressed hard into your lower lip as he twisted his fingers, turning his hand so that his thumb could massage your clit. You couldn’t help rolling your hips towards his fingers, wanting him deeper inside. 

“Jinyoung, please...” you whispered. 

“Hm? What was that?” he asked, squeezing your ass with his free hand. “You want more?” 

You opened your eyes to look back at him again and nodded. “Please.” 

The sight of him was enough to have your walls clenching on his fingers again. Eyebrows knitted together, completely focused on fucking into you with the perfect pace. The glasses were really just an added bonus. 

With no warning, he slipped a third finger inside of you.

“Fuck,” you groaned loudly, arching your back and fighting to spread your legs, even though they were caged in by Jinyoung’s thighs. 

This earned you another smack, followed by a gentle caress. 

“You’re not controlling yourself very well, are you, angel?” 

You fought back a sob and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry, I just-” you couldn’t finish your sentence, because Jinyoung had curled his fingers inside of you on his next thrust, pressing into your g-spot. 

Then he did it again. And again. 

You had never tried for anything as hard as you were now, desperately trying to keep your orgasm at bay. Heat spread through your entire body but you fought it, even though it made tears form in the corners of your eyes, even though it felt like you were about to explode. 

Jinyoung was receptive, he knew your body well enough that he knew just how close you were and how much effort you were putting into denying your body what it wanted so badly. 

He finally withdrew his fingers from you, but not without another harsh spank. His hands immediately soothed your skin, gently massaging your flesh as he leaned down over your back, kissing the spot between your shoulder blades.

“Such a good girl. You did so good.” 

You melted under his touch as your orgasm retreated. It had been so close, you wouldn’t have lasted much longer if he’d continued. Your skin burned where his hand had made contact and you knew it would hurt to sit tomorrow. 

“Want to stay like this, baby? Looks like it hurts.” 

You nodded with a pout, unfolding your arms from under your chest and stretching them above your head, relieving some of the tension from clenching the sheets in your fists. 

Jinyoung didn’t waste much time, pushing his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs. He looked hard as a rock, and you cursed the fact that you didn’t have enough time to give him a goodbye blowjob. The sight practically had your mouth watering. 

Then he was scooting up your legs, until the head of his cock nudged in between your thighs. He slid between your flesh a few times easily, as your skin was covered with the juices that had dripped out of you. 

You both let out satisfied moans once he slid inside your heat, already wet and beyond ready for him as you always were. 

Jinyoung leaned over you, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of your shoulders. With the rest of his weight resting on his knees, he rolled his hips towards you, pushing his length inside of you to the hilt. 

“Oh my God,” you moaned. It felt new, this depth that he’d reached inside of you. You leaned up on your forearms to arch yourself to a better angle, hips lifting up slightly. 

You were grateful he wasn’t gentle with you, you couldn’t handle that right now. You needed him, quick and deep, and that’s exactly the pace he began inside of you. The only sound in the room was his skin slapping yours and the desperate, throaty moans and pleas for more, more, more. 

Jinyoung ducked his head down to press kisses to your shoulder. It was the affection you needed, suddenly overwhelmed with the fact that he was leaving you. Only for a week and a half, but at the moment you couldn’t imagine living without him inside of you for one minute. That was how crazy he made you. 

“Jinyoung,” you begged, bending onto your elbow so that you could grip a hold of his arm next to you. Your name fell from his lips in response, over and over. You craned your neck to find his lips for a messy kiss, somewhat awkward from the angle, but it brought you even closer to the edge. 

“Close?” he asked against your lips before pulling away to press kisses against your jaw. You nodded, squeezing his arm tightly until your fingernails dug into his skin. 

Your nerves were on fire as the familiar tension built inside of you, beginning at your rib cage until it spread lower and lower. Jinyoung lowered onto his elbows until his front was pressed to your back, his hips never slowing or relenting. 

“Gonna come,” Jinyoung said with a groan, digging his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder, the sharp pain sending a wave of electricity right to your clit. 

As the tension in your body snapped, you finally allowed yourself to tip over the edge, made more intense by the sensation of Jinyoung reaching his orgasm as well. Your thighs shook as you took every drop from him, letting him fill you. Your own climax hit you like a ton of bricks, fast and hard, your body quivering underneath of him in waves. 

Your body fell limp under his as you finally relaxed, absolutely exhausted from your orgasm. Jinyoung panted behind you, his lips still kissing your skin and whispering how good you were for him, how you fit him perfectly. You wished you weren’t in a daze, or you would have been able to focus on the husky, fucked out tone of his voice. 

Finally, he rolled off to the side, pulling his sweatpants back up over his hips. You were too worn out to move yet, so you just laid there on your stomach while you heard Jinyoung get up for a washcloth. He was always quick to clean you up and you were eternally grateful, especially now. You were pretty sure he’d just taken years off of your life. 

You let him move you however he needed in order to clean you up, and as Jinyoung tossed the washcloth to the side, he stared down at you with raised brows. 

“You okay?” he asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Mm,” you replied, arms unwinding from underneath yourself again to stretch them out, wiggling your fingers. “You just fucked the life out of me. Officially.” 

Jinyoung chuckled, a hand caressing your back as he laid on his side next to you. “Do you think it was the glasses?” he asked as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You opened your eyes to look at him, your lips spreading into a grin. “Probably.” 

Even though you had a no cuddling rule, and a no unnecessary kissing rule, you didn’t fight it when Jinyoung brought you into his arms and melted your lips together. 

You blamed it on your exhausted state. 

~~~

“Forrest Gump! Forrest Gump!” Sana whisper-shouted, slapping her pencil down on the restaurant table. “Why isn’t anyone listening to me?!” 

“Because you’re wrong,” Yugyeom replied. “It’s Shawshank Redemption.” 

You sat between Bambam and Jackson in the crowded diner booth as Sana and Yugyeom argued across from you. This was how it’d gone all night. It had been Yugyeom’s bright idea to participate in a trivia night instead of your usual movie night for the month and you were quickly regretting it. 

Jinyoung hated trivia games and never wanted to go when it was suggested, which you suspected was because he hated being wrong. Now that he was away on business, you’d decided to give it a try. It had been a mistake.

Yugyeom was, apparently, fiercely competitive, which would have been okay if Sana wasn’t exactly the same way. You wanted to win, sure, but your two friends were starting to get out of hand with their arguing and butting heads. 

“Okay, okay,” you said, trying to get them to simmer down. People had been staring at you all night, clearly bothered by the constant bickering. “Someone just write down an answer because he’s coming around to get our sheets!” 

Yugyeom snatched the pencil from Sana, scribbling down his favored answer just in time for the host to collect your papers. It was the last round, and you had been in first place the last time they’d checked scores. 

“I hope you’re happy,” Sana sneered, crossing her arms. 

“Oh my God, stop,” you told her, slapping her arm lightly. “It’s just a game! And here we thought Jinyoung would be the problem.” 

The familiar fluttering bloomed in your heart as you spoke his name, which you did your best to shove down just as you had for the last five days since Jinyoung had been gone. You tried to convince yourself your body missed him, not you specifically. 

You pulled out your phone as soon as the host announced you were free to do so, scrolling through your texts until you found your message with Jinyoung. You’d been talking a lot this last week. The convention was this weekend, and in New York it was about time for him to be waking up to get ready.

You: so… we decided to go to trivia tonight You: it’s a blood bath in here

Jinyoung: Ugh. Trivia. 

You: yeah yeah. good morning, by the way :)

Jinyoung: Good morning. How was your day? 

You: good. busy, but in a good way You: are you excited for today??

Jinyoung: Excited? No. Prepared? Also no. But I’m ready to just get on with it already. 

You: it’s gonna be so much fun!!! you get to talk about books all day!!!!!

Jinyoung: Ugh. It’s way too early in my day for all those exclamation points

You: soooo dramaticcccccccc

Jinyoung: Hey, be nice to me, I’m nervous

You: okay okay. you’re going to do great today you know

Jinyoung: I’ll do my best. 

You: shhh. it’ll be great. i’ll stay up late tonight in case you need to call me.

Jinyoung: Good. I miss you. 

“Why are you making that face?” Sana asked, snapping you out of your text trance. 

Your head shot up and you looked around with wide eyes. You’d literally forgotten where you were in the last five minutes. 

“Huh? What face?” 

“Are you… blushing?” Sana replied. “Who are you texting?! It better not be-”

“It’s not Jaebeom!” you said, defensively. 

You hadn’t even talked to him since Bambam’s party when you’d left him on the dance floor. You still felt guilty, but couldn’t bring yourself to reach out to him and open that can of worms. 

“Who is it?” 

You brought your phone to your chest, hiding the screen from your friends. Yugyeom looked confused, Bambam looked mildly amused, and Jackson was eating cheese fries. It truly summed up your friendship. 

“No one.” 

A look of hurt flashed in Sana’s eyes. “Why won’t you tell me who it is?” 

You deflated a bit. It had been difficult in more ways than one having to keep your arrangement with Jinyoung a secret from Sana and the rest of your friends. You hated lying, period, but especially to your best friend. 

“Because it’s…” you looked around at the rest of the table, then down at your phone. “It’s not, like… a real thing.”

“She’s texting Jinyoung!”

Your head whipped in Jackson’s direction. He had blurted the words out like word vomit, and now looked as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. 

“Were you looking at my phone?!” you asked, feeling somewhat violated. 

“No!” he replied. “I’ve known for…” his eyes looked upward as he counted on his fingers. “Six weeks.” 

“Six weeks?! You’ve been dating Jinyoung for six weeks?” Sana asked, her jaw practically dropping to the table. 

You cleared your throat. “Two months. And we’re not dating! We’re just having sex.”

Sana stared blankly at you, not even noticing when the trivia hosts began going over the correct answers. “I knew you were seeing someone, I just thought it was Jaebeom. What… how…?”

“Wait, when did you find out?” you asked Jackson. 

“Well…” he looked down, heaving a deep breath. “At Bambam’s party, he chewed me out in the bathroom for dancing with you and being, you know, touchy. I feared for my life, but also figured something had to be going on for him to get jealous like that. I asked him the next day and he spilled everything.”

You had no idea he’d gotten angry with Jackson. If anything, you’d assumed all his anger had been directed at you. And, besides, you’d settled it later on at his apartment. 

“Hold on,” Yugyeom cut in. “You’re not dating Jinyoung, you’re just sleeping together? Like… friends with benefits?” 

You shrugged. “Yeah. We were both lonely and trying to get over feelings for other people, so we figured…” 

Sana was rubbing her temples, clearly having a tough time coming to terms with this revelation. “Just sleeping together?”

“Yeah. Why is that so hard to believe? People do it all the time.”

“Uh, no. I don’t know anyone that started sleeping with their friend of ten years so they can get over their crush, also of ten years. This is possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows together. “Okay, it’s really not that bad. It’s casual, we're just having fun.”

“Are you telling her that or yourself?” Jackson interrupted. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You held your hands up. “This is exactly why we didn’t tell anyone. We knew you’d all be judgmental and worry that I’m going to get hurt-“

“Maybe you aren’t the one we’re worried about!”

The entire table fell silent, all eyes on Sana. Including the trivia host, who’d just announced that the correct answer to the last question had been Forrest Gump. 

When the chatter started to pick up again and another team was crowned the winner, you shook your head, confused. 

“What do you mean? Why would you be worried about Jinyoung?”

You looked around at your friends, but nobody would meet your eyes. Jackson looked especially tortured, clearly conflicted with his loyalty to you and Jinyoung separately. 

Finally, Sana sighed, relaxing back into her seat. “A few years ago, when you had gone home for your mom’s birthday, we all went out one night. The four of us, Jinyoung, and Yeri. Those two started bickering about an hour in, and Yeri ended up leaving. So Jinyoung got absolutely hammered, and we went to some shady pizza place to sober up. Before we even got our pizza, he told us how he’d liked you since middle school, but was ready to finally give up because you were obsessed with Jaebeom and you’d never see him that way. He vowed to get over you if it was the last thing he did.” 

You could only blink at your friend. It all sounded… not right. How could he have liked you without your knowledge? When had he stopped liking you? It made no sense. 

“But he was with Yeri then,” was all you could say. 

“Yes, he was,” Jackson replied. “And he’d been texting you all night before she got pissed off and left.” 

It had never, not even once, occurred to you that Jinyoung had feelings for you. Certainly not before you started having sex. You’d been friends, and he had never crossed any lines with you, even after he and Yeri broke up. 

“I don’t…” you shook your head, staring down at Jinyoung’s last message. 

I miss you. 

“Listen, I don’t know when he stopped liking you, but this just… doesn’t seem like a good idea.” Sana reached for your hand across the table and gave it a squeeze. “Is it worth risking your friendship?” 

The question had entered your mind more times than you could count in the last two months. But after a while, you’d just gotten used to it. You liked the bubble you lived in, where you could just enjoy the present without worrying about the consequences. 

Your heart felt like it was going to drop into your stomach.

“If it helps,” Bambam said, placing a comforting hand on your wrist. “I was blacked out that night and had no fucking clue until just now.” 

It didn’t help. You just shook your head again, reaching down between your feet for your purse. “I need to go. Sorry. I just need…”

You never finished your sentence. Jackson let you out of the booth and you rushed out of the diner, greeted by the warm summer air. You placed your hand between your ribs, willing your heart to slow its pounding.  

So, he’d liked you. For a while. At least until a few years ago—while he was with Yeri. Why hadn’t he ever said anything? 

Would it have mattered? You had tunnel vision for Jaebeom until this whole arrangement had begun, and you’d never seen Jinyoung in that way before that first night. You knew yourself, you would have let him down easy and continued chasing after Jaebeom. 

You started to walk in the direction of your apartment. It was a long walk, but it was doable. You needed the time to clear your head. 

More puzzle pieces started to fall into place the more you thought about it. 

He and Jaebeom had been so close, like brothers, until you graduated high school. Then Jinyoung started getting a sour look whenever you asked about the other boy and you learned to avoid the topic. 

Yeri had never liked you. It hurt your feelings the entire span of their relationship, because you couldn’t figure out why. If she knew how Jinyoung felt, or even suspected it... of course she wouldn’t like you. 

As much as you wanted to believe it was all a misunderstanding, you couldn’t deny the truth staring you in the face. Jinyoung had liked you for years, and you had no idea. 

You needed to figure out your own heart. You didn’t have feelings for him, you were sure of it. It was just biological—good sex messed with your head, that’s all. 

And yet…

The only thing that made sense was that Jinyoung no longer felt this way about you. He’d decided to get over you, and you knew he accomplished any goal he set his mind to. 

You should have felt relief, but you didn’t. You couldn’t quite identify the sadness in your heart, the utter hollowness at missing something you never knew you could’ve had. 

When you finally got back to your apartment, both your mind and your feet were tired. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, wiping off your makeup and brushing your hair into a ponytail. 

Maybe it was your exhaustion. Maybe you were tired, in general, of holding that barrier up. The one thing separating you from what could either be the best thing that ever happened to you, or soul crushing heartbreak.

As you crawled into bed and pulled your knees up to your chest, you finally let the wall come down and held the feeling that fell into your palms safe and close to your heart like a firefly. Just this once, you recognized the terrifying truth you’d been denying for weeks.

You were falling in love. 

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[wonwoosthetic]

♡ Wonwoo x Reader, Office!au, CEO!au, dark elements included!

♡ Genre — enemies to lovers

♡ Warnings — smut, angst, tension, cursing, screaming, alcohol, misogyny (not from our svt kings), semi-public sex (screw that, they‘re fucking in an office. And in other places. You‘re welcome.)

♡ current word count — 166.3k

Buildings for this series

Six years. Six long years have you been working side-by-side with your father. Balancing studying at university while playing his right hand throughout it all without ever complaining about how hard it was, but rather always putting 200% into everything you did. You helped him grow the company to where it now was.

And now, after the many ups and downs you have shared, he retires only to let the company get bought by some young wannabe Jeff Bezos, who thinks money and looks is everything he needs to get him through life.

If someone thought you’d just let this pass and work as Jeon Wonwoo’s side chick… they would be wrong. So, let the games begin.

The Main Characters:

Yoon (Y/N): COO of Oksan & Co.

Jeon Wonwoo: CEO of Oksan & Co.

Kim Mingyu: Co-CEO of Oksan & Co.

Yoon Sungho: former CEO of Oksan Inc. (before it became Oksan & Co.)

Lee Binna: (Y/N)'s best friend and teacher at an elementary school

most Seventeen members as employees and close friends of the main characters (Y/N, Wonwoo, and Mingyu)

Park Chanyeol: CEO of Exodus Entertainment and ex-boyfriend of Y/N

Oh Sehun: Directing Manager of Exodus Entertainment/Park Chanyeol‘s right hand

The Companies:

Oksan Inc.: Yoon’s advertising company

Vortex & Co.: Jeon‘s web design company

Goyang & Co.: Kim‘s app development company

Oksan & Co.: now a merged company (having a few other side merges as well, but these three are now the major areas; the other companies are just some that specify on one specific app or website)

Exodus Entertainment: growing music label

Prologue: "I didn't work my ass off for six years, just to be COO."

Chapter 1: “I don’t necessarily want to have to see you whenever I’m looking at my computer.”

Chapter 2: "Our COO had a tough first two weeks, and I want to make it up to her."

Chapter 3: "And suddenly you wish (Y/N) was co-CEO instead of COO?"

Chapter 4: “Men in general.”

Chapter 5: “Yep, everything’s fine.”

Chapter 6: “I know, I’m probably the last one you’d want to hear this from,” (Smut!)

Chapter 7: “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Chapter 8: “So, behave.”

Chapter 9: “Don’t miss me too much until then.”

Chapter 10: “This is very unprofessional.” (Smut!)

Chapter 11: “But I don’t think we should hide it anymore. Right babe?”

Chapter 12: "You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?"

Chapter 13: “Suck my dick.”

Chapter 14: “That I’m on my fucking knees for you, Y/N.”

Chapter 15: “It might be a little less complicated now…”

Chapter 16: “You’re not gonna be able to walk away from this conversation forever, just so you know.”

Chapter 17: “We’ve been here before, right?”

Chapter 18: “I’m proud of you.”

Chapter 19: coming soon!

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info on future chapters

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A/N: please note that I’m in no means an expert in IT or any of the other subjects that might come up in this series. I do research on everything I write about, so that I can get an idea of what would/could be realistic, but that’s about it :)

If you have more knowledge about positions like CEO, COO, Directing Manager, etc. PLEASE let me know! I‘m always happy to learn and to make stories more realistic.

© this story belongs to wonwoosthetic - please do not repost it somewhere else without my knowledge. If anyone finds it on another website, please let me know. Thank you.

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[tyonfs]

fight club (preview)

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, fight club au, rich kid au, college au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violent themes (fighting), mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, sexual tension, more to be added as i write!

SUMMARY ▸ after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.

TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner​​ @wownajaemin​​ @geniejunn​​ @huangberryyy​​ @halbae​​ @sehunniepot​​ @jjaeyoonoh​​ @subhyuck​​ @itskkung​​ @irrealitys​​ @lilacboba​​ @moasworld @kkakkdugi @nctevia @byunfirstlady @travelleratheart101 @nctdom @fairysunooo @bekah931215 @jenotation @decembermoonskz @tenderfrailty @so0bercore @luvno @ncttboo @sourguk @jinnieyeolele @kindawack @hugs4sieun @nonnnimous @n0hyuck @hyuckinx @justalonelynctzen @fraechan @jeonnyread @domhyuckie @rbf-aceu @curieouscapt @allie-mcginn

CAN’T TAG ▸ @otchae 

RELEASE DATE ▸ out now!

WORD COUNT ▸ i should stop estimating bc im always wrong but 5k ish ??

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hihi !!! finally im releasing a jeno fic <33 (some paragraphs are cut out from this teaser btw) but lmk if you’d like to be on the tag list !! thank you for checking this out loves! ♡ 

“TRY NOT TO LOOK SO NERVOUS,” Jisung said as he grabbed a towel from a bench to dab at the blood staining his lower lip. He attempted to grin a little but cringed when it stretched the cut. “You scream fresh meat.”

“Fresh meat?” you quipped, consciously trying to relax your taut facial muscles.

“It means you’re an easy target,” a low voice called from behind you. Startled, you turned to see a boy sitting on the bench, eyeing you like a predator. “Means you won’t last the night.”

Sensing the tension, Jisung cut in quickly, “Hey, Jeno. This is my friend, Y/N. She’s, um... new.”

Jeno hummed in response, though he didn’t really seem to take Jisung’s words into consideration. “She ready to fight?”

“What?” you spluttered out.

“Jeno, come on,” Jisung defended you. “She’s not ready for that.”

“You know the rules. I don’t care if she has a pretty face; if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.”

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[kookings]

red hot ice [preview]

“I thought your powers were cryokinesis and not charm.”

PAIRING -> cryokinesis!jungkook x fem!reader/pyrokinesis!reader

GENRE(S) -> magic au, rivals au, fluff, action, fantasy, suggestive, angst, crack

SUMMARY -> There’s a very good chance you may not graduate; one, because your Elementals essay due first period is currently frozen solid, and two, because you’re ass at Elementals — a fact that Jungkook only discovers when you storm into his room and reign hellfire upon him for freezing your entire dormitory.

However, using this knowledge to his advantage, he strikes you a deal: beat him in a sparring match and he’ll help you pass Elementals.

Lose, and you’ve just bought yourself a one way ticket to the Formal. With Jungkook as your date.

WARNINGS -> profanity, semi-suggestive content, sword fighting, magic fighting (?), graphic depictions of blood and injuries, minor enemies-to-lovers, jungkook is a hot mf even though his powers are ice manipulation, oc is also hot but like literally, because of her fire manipulation oc blushes a lot, oc’s nickname is Firestorm because i cannot for the life of me write y/n, lots of banter, lots of repressed feelings, lots of stupidity, and most importantly, lots of fluff!! more to be added!

WORD COUNT -> TBD but like 15-20k??

TAG LIST -> @soobmint (bcs you said you wanted to see what i had written so far so i guess i l*ve you), @hyuckworld (pls still spank me), @chanluster (Whore), @junepops, @aliceu, @yanithem, @cupidtaes, @kookaine, @oerangdoongi, @ggukkieland, @shatzkrinslinzki @geniejunn @maplecornia @travelleratheart101 <3 (let me know if you’d like to be tagged as well!!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE -> hello!! thank you for checking out my first major tumblr fic (: this is going to be one of many summer writing projects, so manifesting that i don’t lose motivation to write this monster </33 (second teaser can be found here!!)

You are going to kill Jeon Jungkook.

Your crimson cloak billows behind you like waves of blood as you sweep through the halls of the sleeping fortress. Early morning sunlight spills through the cathedral windows, thawing your skin and flaring the simmering rage in your gut. You've always loved the sun; loved how it fuelled your fire, filling you with such boundless warmth and power that you feel as if you're truly at one with your gifts. And now, at the ass crack of dawn, still sporting your tattered pyjamas and thoroughly fed up with Jungkook's antics, the sun acts as kindling, twisting your anger into a weapon you can't wait to use to rock his shit.

You'll kill him, you think, fully aware that your eyebrows are now on fire. You'll kill him and bring him back to life and kill him again.

You know every inch of the ancient school like the scars on your hands, effortlessly mapping the quickest way to Jungkook's dorms and setting off on a blazing warpath. The guards stationed at their posts don't even blink as you pass. Realization hits that they no doubt saw the ravenette make the very same trek to your room hours before, knowing the nature of his visit and yet doing nothing to stop him. It's probably why they don't ream your ass for being out of bed so early. They pity you — if the sheepish glances at the snowflakes spiraling up your arms are any indication — and you hate it.

A vicious heat shoots through your veins, washing outwards and scalding the last lingering traces of ice to steam.

Now, if only it were that easy to rid parchment of his ice. Or the entirety of your dormitory, for that matter.

Your hair is sparking and coiling like snakes of fire by the time you reach his room. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you watch as the metal glows and sags beneath your touch, the inner workings of the lock melting to hell. With a pleased hum, you haul your shoulder into the door and barge into the space.

A freezing gust of air smacks you in the face, causing you to recoil slightly, your flames flickering. It takes a moment for your eyes to readjust to the darkness. Jungkook's room is painstakingly familiar, it being the gathering space for your group of friends. Soon enough, you can trace the outline of the squashy couch, the unused fireplace, the cluttered desk and the four poster bed that stirs with the presence of the boy you seek.

You watch, unimpressed, as the lump of blankets shifts, stringing together a barely coherent stream of curses. When you refuse to shut the door and provide him with relief, a muscled arm slips out from the covers, grabs a pillow and chucks it aimlessly in your general vicinity with a grunt of, "piss off, Yoongi."

You blink, and the pillow erupts in flames before it can make it's mark.

"Guess again, motherfucker," You snarl.

And then the room roars to life.

The curtains are blasted back with a hiss!, sunlight cutting through the frosted panes of glass and bathing the space in gold and honey. The fireplace burgeons in a fit of orange, red and blue, flames licking hungrily at the cobwebbed logs and ebbing away at the frigid air. With a lazy flick of your finger you light the torches and candles too, purely because Jungkook's building groans are like music to your ears and you'll do anything to keep up his mantra.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," You sing-song, a humourless smirk curving on your lips. "It's ass-kicking o'clock."

A strangled grunt. Curses. Silence.

And then the covers are flung back and the boy grudgingly sits up; his hair a mess, his lips parted and his eyes cold as if he wishes to freeze you solid with his glare. You, however, are much more concerned by the fact that said boy is shirtless. The smooth planes of his chest and the dips of his abdomen inflate with a barely restrained sigh. You glance away, hating the way your cheeks burn.

"You've always had a flare for the dramatics, Firestorm," he mumbles through a yawn, "but even this is extreme."

You bristle at the nickname, the very one he'd dubbed you all those years ago when you'd lost control and set fire to the Great Forest, all because he'd insinuated that he was more powerful than you. The icing on top of the cake was that he was the one to put your fire out, earning him praise and admiration from your fellow peers and teachers alike. You, on the other hand, were sentenced to a month's detention on bathroom duty. The bleach still burns your nose to this day.

You fix him with a scowl. "Says the boy who froze my entire room last night. Including me. I thought we were over our childish prank war."

He simply smirks, giving you a lazy once over. "Nice pjs, by the way. Hot date?"

Something inside you snaps, and you pitch the frozen block of ice you'd been carrying in his direction. Rather than hitting him in the face, as you'd intended, it merely bounces across his mattress and lands an arm’s reach away from him.

"A gift?" He cocks his head, dark fringe kissing his brow. "You shouldn't have."

"And I didn't. Wouldn't want your ego to inflate to the size of your head now would we?"

Ignoring your jab, he squints down at the block of ice, even going so far as to slant it in the sunlight for a better look. Eventually he comes to the same conclusion you had when you'd found it on your frozen desk, albeit his reaction is more humoured than angered.

"We have an essay in Elementals due?"

"You think this is funny?" You hiss, eyebrows sparking. Panic crawls up your throat. "Jungkook, that draft is due first period today and I need to finish it, like, yesterday. Do you know what caused the Elemental War? Do you? Because I do, and Professor Bang would too if he could read my essay through a brick of ice!"

You take a steading breath, spooling in your magic that threatens to thrash outwards and burn everything in its path. You despise the way your emotions tend to govern your fire whenever you're with Jungkook, and it takes more willpower than you'd like to admit to keep your powers under wraps. Not only for your sake, but for his too.

Losing control was never an option when you were around him.

And you’d both learned this the hard way.

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[justwritedreams]

Welcome To The Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Ten: Little Games

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 4670 Genre: drama, fake relationship Author: maari Warnings: Reader being jealous, the never ending slow burn, both of them being a total menace lol Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! I was committed to posting this chapter yesterday as a gift for you but I needed to celebrate with my family too, so without further ado here we are starting the year 2024 with a new chapter. Summary: The little games started in the kingdom and are far from over.

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“Your Highnesses.”

Y/N turned back and smiled restrainedly at the royal advisor, Linda had worked at the castle for many years and the best parties were organized by her.

It was one of the reasons for the princess to be there, in the King's office, to talk about the details of the wedding.

She and Jeno. Talking about their wedding.

It didn't feel real yet.

After breakfast, which was as pleasant as possible, the king explained that he would speak to parliament and the press on the same day, to ensure that the attack wouldn’t go unpunished, the atmosphere became more tense.

Although Y/N had suggested that she go along with her father, he denied it. This was a matter that would take up a lot of the princess's time and she would have to decide the details of the upcoming wedding.

“Linda, great to see you again!” Y/N spoke after the woman bowed to the two. “This is Prince Jeno.”

Linda lowered her head again to greet him and he smiled politely.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” she said. “Although I already knew a little about your highness.”

Jeno raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? I wonder why.” He glanced at Y/N who pretended not to take the hint.

“Let’s sit down, we have a lot to talk about.” Y/N pointed to the couch and the three of them went.

Jeno sat a little closer to Y/N than he should have and that didn't go unnoticed, Linda smiled discreetly while the princess tried to keep her expression calm.

Although she wanted to move away because the heat of Jeno's leg touching hers was leaving a weird tingling sensation in her stomach.

“I put together some ideas for the ceremony and reception.” Linda handed the folder she carried to the two of them.

Jeno held on, it was incredibly heavy, and turned his torso a little more towards Y/N, getting slightly closer.

She took a deep breath before focusing her attention on the photos.

The parties that Linda had chosen were of different themes, one was completely royal that would have some traditions but was more modern than the last weddings in Y/N's family, another seemed to have a slightly more Greek theme and the last one a little more vintage.

The princess and Jeno observed the photos carefully, all the themes were incredible and the references that Linda had selected made the task of choosing much more difficult.

“What about our clothes?” Jeno asked, after they went through at least half of the photos.

“Well, I left it free for you to choose. We have a few designers who have offered to work for your highnesses' wedding, including Zuhair Murad.”

The princess looked at Linda, surprised.

“Zuhair Murad? That Zuhair Murad?”

Jeno looked at the princess, seeing her eyes shine.

“Yes, your highness.”

Y/N blinked a few times, perplexed. She admired Zuhair Murad's work and loved his dresses, but she never imagined he would be interested in making her wedding dress.

“Would your highnesses like to make any requests for the costumes?” Linda held up her tablet, ready to take notes.

“I can’t know which dress Y/N will choose?” Jeno raised his eyebrow as he looked at Linda, who laughed discreetly as Y/N crossed her arms.

“No, your highness.”

"I have a request." The princess spoke, looking at Jeno. “May his tuxedo have a decent shirt that covers his neck.”

Linda swallowed a laugh while Jeno looked at the princess almost offended, because part of him was even finding it funny.

“Honey, you don’t need to show your jealousy in front of people, soon I’ll be yours anyway.” He winked at her and smirked, amused to see her falter.

Y/N didn't respond right away, she just continued staring at him and then smiled evilly.

He wanted to play, right?

Well, she would have two dresses to get revenge on Jeno.

“You’re right, my love.” This time, it wasn't irony that Jeno found in Y/N's tone, but something he didn't expect, competitiveness.

The princess went back to talking to Linda about the designers and how they would get in touch with them to see the models of the dresses, while Jeno was busy looking at the photos of the buffet that would be hired even though his head was thinking about what Y/N was up to with all that.

She didn't roll her eyes or pinch him without Linda seeing, that was strange.

He was expecting some kind of retaliation and got absolutely nothing.

After everything was agreed with Linda, she left the room and left the two alone, Y/N got up and went to the large window hugging her body while Jeno looked at her curiously.

Y/N took a deep breath and faced the landscape outside, she had only been away from home for a short time but had missed practically everything in her kingdom, in her home.

“You seem happy.” Jeno commented and followed the same path as the princess, stopping next to her to observe what she was looking at.

He was getting used to that kingdom.

Y/N smiled discreetly.

"And I am." he sighed. “You know what it feels like to finally come home.”

Jeno agreed and put his hands in his pants pockets.

“Then why does your voice sound worried?” He asked, curious and that made her look at him in surprise.

Y/N debated whether or not to speak to him, but remembering that Jeno would be her ally from now on made her choose positively.

“So much going on and the two of us here, having to see the details of the wedding.” the princess passed her hand over her face. “It seems kind of… selfish.”

She shrugged, she hadn't gotten the attack out of her head since she had seen it on the news and being there, without being able to do anything useful made her feel… incapable.

"Hey." Jeno brought his palm to touch her shoulder very gently, almost imperceptibly. “It’s not selfish. It’s something that needs to be done, princess.”

“But while people are grieving for their injured loved ones in hospitals? How can this be acceptable?” she questioned, focusing her gaze on a fixed point outside.

“Princess, look at me.” Jeno didn't get a response so he brought his hand to her chin, making her lift her face to look at him. “Y/N.”

She couldn't look away from Jeno, even though in her mind she felt like she had to so as not to get lost in his serene eyes.

And she felt a very slight shiver on the back of her neck when she heard her own name.

“The people of this kingdom deserve a reason to celebrate.”

“Do you think they want to raise the flag on our coat of arms?!”

“That’s not what I mean.” he spoke firmly and she frowned. “I’m talking about our alliance, they will have reason to see security in our union.”

Y/N was surprised by Jeno's sincerity and she herself believed those words, which is why she smiled sideways. Jeno mirrored her reaction and neither of them moved an inch.

They stayed there, looking at each other complicitly until Jeno's eyes went down the princess's face and looked at her mouth.

Y/N swallowed hard and suddenly her lips seemed to have lost all their hydration when Jeno's eyes fixed them, but she did the same.

She stared at the prince's full, pink lips that seemed too inviting for her lucidity.

Y/N stood still without knowing what to say or do, and Jeno interpreted that as a positive response, if it had been negative he would have certainly already been slapped in the face, and he got close enough so that their breaths were closer and he took hand up to Y/N's cheek.

He just needed to get a little closer, she was there and didn't look like she was going to back down.

He was so close that he could smell her perfume…

The door being suddenly opened made them both jump back and move away, Y/N blinked a few times and almost thanked the odds.

If she hadn't seen the maid at the party there with a fake look of shock.

It was enough for her to frown.

“A thousand pardons, your highnesses, I didn’t know you were here.” she bowed before hurriedly leaving the room as quickly as she entered.

Y/N faced the closed door and felt a bitter taste in her mouth as well as her blood bubbling.

She wouldn't be a shrew queen, but she would have to deal with that insolent maid if she wanted to keep her truce with her fiancé.

Worse, if she wanted to maintain the stability of her reign.

[...]

"Mom?"

The queen raised her head when she heard the princess's voice echo through the office and frowned when she saw her there.

"Yes, my dear?" she put down her pen, giving her daughter her full attention.

"Are you busy? I would like to talk with you."

The queen moved her hand, indicating for her to enter and she did so.

“You can come in, I was signing some things about our financial aid for the victims of the attack.”

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling her heart sink and sat down in front of her mother.

“I saw the statement.” she smiled restrainedly.

The king and queen had announced that they would help the victims in every way, with medical and psychological help, as well as their families while investigations were still ongoing. It was the least they could do to alleviate the suffering of their people.

“We had to do it.” she explained and faced her daughter, interlacing her fingers on the table. “But I don’t think that’s what you want to talk to me about.”

Y/N nodded.

“Well, since I know you hate beating around the bush, I’ll be direct. What should I do when a maid can bring trouble to my alliance with Jeno?”

The queen raised her eyebrows, partly shocked to hear that even though it had already been predicted.

"What kind of problem?"

The princess measured her words, she would be honest with her mother but not rudely. She wasn't talking to Yeri, she needed to act like the princess she had been taught to be.

And that's why she went to her mother, she wanted to have a more rational opinion.

“You know I don’t love Jeno the way you love my father.” she remembered and saw the queen reluctant to agree. “And you also know about Jeno’s fame before Prince Romeo’s image, and let’s just say that this maid is an old fling of his.”

The queen understood her daughter's words well and smiled discreetly.

"Of course. What do you think should be done in this type of case?”

“Considering that we have to pretend even to the employees that we are in love with each other, her presence here poses a threat.” she concluded.

“Yes, and threats we eliminate.”

“I just don’t think it’s fair to fire her for sleeping with him.” the princess shrugged, feeling her head spin.

She was fed up with that maid and fed up with that subject.

“Do you know what makes a really good royal maid?” The princess shook her head. "Discretion. Trust. If one of our employees doesn't deliver on either of these two things, then our reign could fall apart.”

“Consequently the kingdom too.” Y/N concluded.

“There are two options, my dear, you fire the girl and run the risk of having a former employee spreading our secrets around or you can strengthen a bond that will be great for both parties.”

Y/N frowned.

"What do you mean by that?"

“Find out what she really wants and make it easier for her to get it.”

She narrowed her eyes, understanding the same line of reasoning as her mother.

“Don’t just give it to her as a deal.”

Her mother shook her head.

“Deals don’t work in situations like this, there will always be blackmail. Show that you have a faster way.”

The princess nodded and an idea emerged.

"You're right." She got up from her chair. “I will resolve this as soon as possible. Thank you, mom.”

Y/N prepared to leave, but her mother called out to her as soon as she opened the door.

"Yes?" she turned around after hearing her name.

“Be careful, maybe you're burying something you don't want to see but it's right in front of you.”

Y/N was confused and stared at her mother, waiting for her to continue but she didn't say anything else, making the princess agree and leave trying to figure out what her mother had said.

But her head didn't focus on that for now, she went to the kitchen where she knew most of the maids were and one in particular wanted to talk.

It wasn't so rare to see Y/N in the kitchen, she had her father's altruistic spirit and didn't follow the house rules about not going to the employees' quarters or the places where they worked, she liked seeing them and especially talking to them. It made her come out of her royal bubble.

However, it was still funny to see the employees stop in shock to bow.

“Your Highness!”

“Nana!”

"Something happened? Need something?"

Y/N smiled slightly at the housekeeper.

"No, it’s alright. Please get back to work, I’m just taking a walk around the castle.”

Nana gave the signal for the employees to return to their duties and the princess had to control herself not to roll her eyes at a specific employee.

“Nana.” Y/N approached and the housekeeper continued listening, attentively. "Can I talk to you?"

“Of course, your highness!”

The princess walked ahead, heading towards the back garden and stopped near the fountain, far away so no one could hear.

“I want to know a little more about the younger maids.” she spoke directly. “They recently came to the castle and I couldn’t pay attention to the details before.”

“Because of your training.”

Y/N nodded. At the same time that new maids entered the castle, the princess was busy with royal tasks.

Studying whatever she could, from geopolitics to the art of using a bow and arrow, she was being prepared to be the queen she was born to be, smaller details like maids were up to her mother.

“What would you like to know, your highness?”

"Everything." she spoke firmly and paid attention to Nana.

The princess heard everything, knew the names of the maids but was still confused about their roles.

And well, apparently the maid in question she wanted to know helped with everything she could or was assigned. From what she heard, she realized that the girl worked harder than she should and knew exactly what to do the moment she heard that she was a little more ambitious than the rest.

It was exactly what she wanted to hear and needed to know. It was enough.

She talked to Nana some more, really interested in getting to know her employees a little more and when she had heard enough, Nana was called and she walked away from the princess bowing.

Y/N took a deep breath, she already knew when she would act and how, she just needed to make a phone call and went back inside the castle in search of her phone.

She would resolve this situation as quickly as she could. She didn’t have time to waste.

She passed by the east side of the castle and would have passed by a room she knew well if it weren't for the reflection she saw in the mirror, she stopped where she was and slowly approached the gym door.

Jeno was preparing to do a series of weightlifting while breathing heavily, his black tank top was clinging as well as his slightly wet hair that fell across his forehead.

Well, of course Y/N's intention wasn’t to stay there and watch Jeno training but when his arms started to move, leaving his exposed biceps, it was a difficult task to move away.

Even because Y/N's jaw dropped because practically accidentally eating his body with her eyes that her brain wasn't working properly.

And when he dropped the weights on the floor and groaned loudly, her legs wobbled.

"My God." Y/N didn't even control her voice, which came out louder than it should have.

Jeno searched the room for the sound with his eyes and Y/N tried to hide before his eyes met hers, uselessly.

Because Jeno not only found her, he spoke to her.

“Princess, to what do I owe the honor?” she closed her eyes to take a deep breath and she could feel his small smile as he spoke.

Y/N turned completely to face him and smiled politely, forcing her eyes to look at his face and not his arms.

“I was just passing by to see if the gym was free but since it wasn’t, I’ll come back later.” she lied and heard him laugh.

"Wait a second." he said, approaching where the princess was. “With a gym this size, I think we can share the space, right?”

Y/N pondered, he was right.

“Unless you will get distracted so easily with me here.”

Jeno crossed his arms, making even bigger and she looked at him boredly, swallowing hard.

She needed to control herself, she wouldn't be tempted to look at his arms. Again.

"You're so funny." she replied sarcastically.

"And you like." he winked.

Y/N snorted.

“I’m leaving before I throw that steel bar in your face.” she replied ironically and Jeno laughed.

“Always running away.” he spoke quietly as soon as the princess turned her back and went back to redo his series.

Y/N clenched her fists and made to turn around to answer him but a more evil idea crossed her mind and she couldn't even hold back the malicious smile.

The princess then projected her torso forward, pretending to pick up something from the floor, leaving her butt exposed thanks to the skirt she wore so Jeno could have a free view.

She heard a crash in the gym and stood completely upright again, looking over her shoulder as Jeno was cursing and holding his foot that had been hit by a weight he had dropped.

"Shit." he complained, jumping up and down as the princess's smile grew.

“Oops.” she spoke with false naivety and left there shaking her booty more than she should have.

How good it felt to have Jeno's jaw dropped.

[...]

“Yes, your majesty.” Nana bowed before leaving the living room in search of what the queen had ordered.

Y/N couldn't hide the small smile of victory that appeared.

“My daughter, why do I have the feeling that this is connected to you?”

The queen then turned to face her daughter, it wasn't like she needed an answer because it was obvious.

"With me?" the princess pointed to herself, feigning surprise. “Now, mother, this is not the first time we have appointed people to perform services for other nobles in our neighboring countries.”

The queen raised an eyebrow.

“I know, and suddenly the Kim family needed maids so much?”

Y/N shrugged.

“Everyone knows that we have a lot of younger employees and in all honesty, the salary they pay is much better than ours.”

“Of course, because not everyone likes working in the winter for 10 months of the year.”

Y/N nodded.

The Kim family, from the northern kingdom, had requested some recommendations for employees as, due to the kingdom being extremely cold practically all year round, they were in short supply. And the princess had kindly offered some of her maids.

She informed the queen who asked Nana to gather the younger ones to find out who would accept the sudden change.

Something very normal between the kingdoms.

But of course, the princess had helped a little by making the process much faster than usual.

And there she was, behind her mother waiting for the maids to arrive to find out who would accept the proposal.

As soon as the girls arrived, accompanied by Nana, the queen began to explain.

“Prince Doyoung of the North Kim family will soon get married and will need more staff in his castle, he kindly asked for trustworthy people who work well and I would like to inform you that you have been selected to make the decision whether you want to go to there or continue here.”

Y/N saw the insolent maid's eyes light up at every detail the queen reported about the partnership between the kingdoms and could see that everything she had heard from her was true.

But she was sure that her plan worked when Nana distributed the papers with the description of the service and values to the maids.

The queen was giving those girls the choice and all the princess saw was that at least whoever she wanted had already accepted before even seeing the prices.

Three of the girls raised their hands to indicate that they accepted, including the one Y/N wanted. She didn't look arrogantly at the maid, she had rather liked the news and was more relieved, but she wasn't going to show the joy she was feeling in knowing that she was leaving today.

“Nana, do you know where Jeno is?” Y/N asked after all the girls were dismissed.

“I saw him in the library, your highness.”

"Thank you!" She smiled gratefully and Nana left, Y/N looked at her mother. “I have to sort out some wedding details.”

“Y/N.”

"Yes?" She stopped where she was.

“Did you happen to suspect something else?” she questioned, curious.

Y/N frowned and shook her head.

If the queen was referring to the fact that they had a spy in the castle, that was the last thing on the princess's mind.

It seemed childish and selfish, but all of this had been done to preserve the love story that had been sold between her and Jeno, nothing more.

“Even if it were, it’s better to nip the problem in the bud.” the princess said before leaving.

Y/N went to the library and even though she tried to be discreet, the huge door let Jeno know she was there as soon as she opened it.

"Princess?" he blinked more than once, to make sure it wasn't a mirage.

"I need to talk to you." she said, closing the door behind her and standing still, far away from Jeno, so that his perfume wouldn't permeate her nose, considering that he seemed to have taken a shower after training.

"Okay." He moved the book away from his lap, placing it next to him on the sofa and looked closely at her.

“We will have changes in employees.” she explained, seeing him looking completely confused.

“And what exactly is important to me?” he questioned and made a pout, which Y/N felt like undoing it.

With her own lips.

She took a deep breath before responding.

“It means that the next time you want to make out with someone in the castle corridors, please be discreet.” she concluded, with a lot of sarcasm in her voice.

This seemed to amuse Jeno, who, in addition to smiling, got up from where he was sitting and crossed his arms.

“Thank you, I am very honored by this.”

The princess raised her eyebrows.

“You would know anyway, we will have selections for replacements.” she shrugged and turned her body partially so she could leave.

However, she was interrupted by Jeno's voice.

“That’s not what I was talking about.” he started walking towards her. “I’m referring to the fact that I caught a note of jealousy in your voice.” The princess's jaw dropped, almost as if she was offended by the discovery, and Jeno didn't stop walking towards her.

In fact, he only stopped because Y/N stopped him, placing her hand on his chest and forcing him to stop before he touched her.

“The day I feel jealous of you…” she began speaking, her voice slightly weak but she could barely finish as Jeno brought his face closer to hers, even though her hand was blocking the contact between their bodies.

He stopped inches away from her, staring into her eyes with an intensity that made Y/N's legs tremble.

“That day has already come and I don’t think it was today.” he teased.

Y/N's chest rose and fell unevenly from heavy breathing, as if she had run a marathon, but in reality all she could do was stare at Jeno as if she wanted to kill him and kiss him at the same time.

“You are very cocky.” she spat out the words, hating herself for not being able to deny it.

“And you’re really cute when you’re angry.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and in one quick movement, Jeno grabbed her by the waist and crossed the gap between them, and then pressed her against the first wall he saw.

The princess could only react with a surprised whisper. Jeno's body was hard, hot and extremely inviting, that wouldn't be good for her sanity.

“How about we play fair around here, princess.” He tilted his head to the side and his breath hit her neck, Y/N squeezed the t-shirt he was wearing with the little strength she still had left in a situation like that.

Being pressed against the wall by him was something from her darkest and most naughty dreams, she didn't know how to react to that in real life.

“If you think I'm going to beg you to kiss me, you can give up. Make out with all the maids in the castle and this won’t happen.” denial was always the only way out she found.

He raised an eyebrow defiantly.

“I think you still don’t understand.” he spoke low, sexy, making the princess swallow hard. Mainly because Jeno brought his face closer to hers and touched their noses. “The only person I will kiss in this castle will be you.”

Y/N didn't have the courage, much less the strength, to respond, he was so close that she felt a slight tickle as he spoke, their lips almost touching.

For a brief moment, she considered giving in, it was true. Jeno was there, ready to end that torture once and for all and the scenes of the intense dreams she had with him were haunting her mind at that most opportune moment.

It seemed to be the answer her body needed but was in constant struggle with her reason.

However, not straying from that unsustainable script, knocks on the door echoed throughout the room and with all the strength she still had left, the princess pushed Jeno away, breathing heavily.

He walked away, clearly unwillingly.

“Honey, your dad arrived. Please get ready for dinner.” She heard her mother's voice and blinked countless times to return to reality.

"All right mother." she replied loud enough for her mother to hear but her voice was shaky.

Y/N stared at Jeno without knowing what to do as she heard her mother's footsteps move away, she wet her dry lips with her own tongue and put her hand to the back of her head, scratching the area.

Jeno ran his hand through his dark hair as he returned the look, a look of someone who didn't know what had happened there but he didn't want it to be interrupted.

Without saying a single word, Y/N left the room feeling Jeno's eyes watching her as her head spun.

Now she knew that it would be practically impossible to win the bet.

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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Eight: Hard to forget

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 3935

Genre: slight smut, kinda suggestive.

Warning: Mentions of fainting and erotic dream again (fingering) MDI PLEASE IT'S +18 STORY!

Author: Maari

Note: Well, fucking finally it's here. If I forgot someone on the taglist please let me know! No proofread because yeah I wanted to post as soon as possible, sorry.

Summary: Things start to heat up… but not just for the princess.

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That day started off hot for Y/N.

Literally she was on fire, that's why after trying to go back to sleep without being haunted by the scenes from the previous night's dream, she decided to take a cold shower.

It eased some of the heat she felt between her legs and had washed away any kind of remnant of her… dirty secret.

The princess wore a pastel yellow ensemble, the top left her shoulders showing as the sleeves were dropped, the high-waisted skirt and white shoes.

It was a great day to wear fresh clothes for breakfast since it was going to be in the garden of the Lee family castle.

As soon as she left the room, the queen passed in the hallway and smiled welcomingly at the princess who reciprocated.

"Y/N, good morning!" the queen approached.

"Good morning!" she greeted and discreetly repaired the queen's outfit.

Much more elegant in a blue tone, the hat she wore indicated that she wouldn't stay that long for breakfast with the Lee family.

"You look beautiful!" The princess spoke, seeing the queen smile in thanks and run her hand over the back of her neck.

"Am I not visibly tired?" she asked, seeing the princess shake her head in confusion. "I barely slept last night, I'm so tired and it's so hot. I feel like I'm going to melt before I even start my schedule today."

The princess laughed, but sympathized. Mainly because she hadn't slept well either.

Okay, the reasons weren't quite the same.

But very soon she would be the next one with a busy schedule.

"No, you look radiant actually." The princess assured, seeing the queen frown and look at a fixed point on the wall.

"Why don't you come with me?" the queen suggested, leaving Y/N speechless. "I think it would be great to-"

Y/N was ready to try and argue when she saw the queen stagger back and forth, looking a little dizzy. The princess raised her arms to help her and before she could ask what was going on the queen fell backwards and without thinking twice Y/N held her to stop her from hitting the ground hard.

With the strength of the queen's body, the princess ended up tripping over her own feet and when fell to the ground she hit her knee, she complained of pain but seeing that the queen was unconscious, she panicked

"Queen! My God, wake up." She tried to shake the older one who was lying in her arms. "Someone help!" she spoke louder, looking out into the hallways that seemed emptier than usual.

Y/N didn't know if she should pat the queen's face and that's when she heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

"Hey, here. Help!" She spoke once more and her jaw dropped when saw Jeno walking faster, practically running towards them, behind him came some servants.

"What happened?" he asked as he reached down to help Y/N hold the queen, visibly worried.

"I don't know, she fainted all of a sudden. We were just talking normally." she explained and Jeno nodded in agreement before cradling the queen in his arms and lifting with her as if she weighed the same as a feather.

"Open the door." he nodded towards Y/N's room and she did so hastily.

Jeno entered the room carrying the queen and the princess looked at the servants.

"Call a doctor and let Tae- the king know." she ordered and the servants nodded in agreement before leaving.

Y/N entered the room and Jeno had already placed the queen on the princess's bed.

"Was it sudden?" He asked, looking at Y/N who nodded her head.

"She looked a little dizzy and before I could say anything, she fell over." she explained.

The two turned their attention to the queen as she began to regain consciousness.

"Oh, damn it!" She held her head, the hat was still on her head and yet she looked elegant. "What happened?" She asked, seeing the two staring at her.

"You passed out." The princess replied.

"It's the heat." she spoke and tried to get up from the bed but was stopped by Jeno.

"You're not getting out of bed until the doctor sees how you are." he spoke firmly and she looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?!" Jeno pushed her shoulder lightly to lay back on the bed again, she did but clearly unwilling. "I'm the queen here!"

"And you're also my sister-in-law, remember what that means? My brother ordered me to take care of you, so lie down and be quiet."

Y/N tried to contain her surprise at hearing Jeno's voice so dominant, she didn't want to focus on the shivers it caused her but Jeno was being so considerate. A little bossy, but he looked concerned as if the queen really was his sister.

The queen looked at Y/N who just shrugged in response, it wasn't like she could do anything or that she was actually going to do anything.

For the first time, she completely agreed with Jeno. She wouldn't argue or object.

"How do you feel?" Jeno asked for a while in silence and the queen crossed her arms, taking off her perfect hairstyle hat she wore, visibly sweating.

"Other than annoyed that you're making me late?" The princess saw Jeno roll his eyes, clearly not caring about that detail. "The dizziness has gone, I'm a little nauseous…" Jeno opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "But it's not a big deal, it's because I haven't had breakfast yet. Just that."

"I'll open the windows." Y/N warned before moving away from the queen and going to the windows and opening them as much as she could, as well as the curtains.

While Jeno analyzed the queen waving her own hand against her face, trying to somehow create even the smallest amount of wind, the princess analyzed Jeno.

He looked really worried and that was surprising to her because she could see that Jeno had a heart.

He could act like that more often, he looked so much better not being a complete idiot.

The princess blinked a few times as she realized that she was going into a trance at the thought of him and luckily, one of the servants brought the doctor.

Jeno and Y/N gave space for the doctor to approach, the prince crossed his arms as he stopped beside Y/N, who, without having to deviate, watched his arm get bigger  with the movement.

Involuntarily, the princess wet her own lips with her tongue and bit the skin, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Though no one knew what she'd done at dawn, it wasn't like her own head was going to forget.

As hard as she was trying as hard as she could, the image of Jeno touching her was still fresh in her head.

Enough for the legs to take on a life of their own and rub themselves, when she realized what she started to do Y/N widened her eyes and crossed her arms, bringing one hand to her burning cheek.

For God's sake, she was in front of people.

In front of Jeno!

She couldn't remember her wild dreams of him, not at this time of the morning.

Therefore, she took a deep breath and tried to focus on what the doctor was asking the queen and it was a rather difficult task because Y/N felt Jeno's perfume invade her nostrils, his heat attracted her in a way as if it were magic.

Trying to push all thoughts away, she shook her head and heard the doctor ask the queen when was the last time she had her period.

The queen's answer was a little uncertain and Y/N looked at Jeno at the exact moment he turned to face her, if they were in a cartoon a lightbulb would light up over their heads.

Wait a moment…

"Majesty, by the symptoms you’re pregnant." The doctor spoke and the queen dropped her mouth in sheer shock.

As Jeno grinned and Y/N stared at him with a frown, she had felt something strange seeing him smile that way.

As if her stomach had turned in a way… not so bad.

Before they could say anything, Taeyong hurried into the room, in pure desperation. Going to the wife, hold her hand as he asked the doctor what had happened.

Y/N smiled before the doctor could answer, and when he assured Taeyong his face went from confusion to elation within seconds.

"What?" Was all he said.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. A baby is on the way."

Taeyong laughed, turning to face the queen who was crying with joy and waiting for her husband's reaction.

The princess felt her heart warm when she saw Taeyong hug the queen tightly and thank her tirelessly, both seemed overjoyed with the news and she was so lost in their moment that she didn't even notice Jeno touch her waist. When she turned to face him, he nodded for them to get out of there, she nodded silently and the two left the room, leaving the new parents to enjoy the moment alone.

They both walked in silence through the castle, Y/N felt her knee hurt but was so happy with the news that she could ignore it.

"I'm going to be an uncle!" Jeno spoke ecstatically and the princess smiled slightly.

She had never seen him speak with such euphoria, it suited him.

"Congratulations! I've always wanted a nephew but being an only child…" the princess trailed off as she shrugged.

She loved children, she always felt lonely in her childhood because she didn't have siblings and even if she had some cousins it wasn't the same. But having a nephew would be so cool, in her eyes.

Jeno stared at her, seeing her keep her gaze on the hallway.

"Well, technically my nephews will be yours, so you'll be an aunt too." He remembered and Y/N looked at him in surprise.

She hadn't even thought about that possibility. Of course, they would get married but she hadn't thought about the bonds she would end up creating with Jeno's family, even if that was inevitable.

The princess smiled slightly as she stared at him, he didn't seem petulant at all, in fact he even seemed happy with the realization. It was as if he was content to share the title with Y/N.

For the first time, she didn't feel the need to respond and turned her head to continue looking down the long corridor as she felt lightness, as if a truce had been established between the two of them.

And it wasn't bad, not as she had imagined it for so long, quite the opposite actually.

"What happened to your leg?" Jeno asked, curious to see the princess limping.

She blinked back to reality a few times and looked down at her legs, remembering the queen's fall.

"Oh I ended up hitting my knee on the floor when I grabbed her." She pointed backwards quickly and Jeno stared at her legs once more.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and was about to ask why he didn't stop staring when Jeno walked over to grab her by the wrist and pull her towards a door at the end of the hall.

"What are you doing?" She asked, confused and even tried to undo Jeno's grip to no avail, of course.

"It's bleeding." He answered simply and Y/N lowered her head to try to get a better look at her knee, being led by Jeno.

Damn, she was really bleeding. Not much, but still

Jeno opened the door to the room and Y/N only lifted her head to look when she caught an extremely familiar scent.

She wasn't surprised to find that this was Jeno's room, the whole room screamed his personality and smelled too intensely of him.

And well, he'd said his room was at the end of the hall… it wasn't like he was going to take her to one of his brothers' rooms.

"Sit down." He pointed to the big bed and Y/N rested her hands on her hips as she watched him walk to another door, probably the bathroom. Jeno stopped to look at her steadily. "I won't ask again."

Y/N rolled her eyes before plopping down on the soft mattress. There he was again, the bossy Jeno.

She waited impatiently for him to return with a first-aid kit and grimaced.

"You're overreacting, you know." She spoke, lifting her chin to maintain her pose.

Jeno just raised an eyebrow and knelt down without taking his eyes off the princess, who faltered for a few seconds. He placed the first aid box on the floor beside him and placed his hands on the inside of Y/N's knees and slowly pushed them away.

She bit back a grunt and bit her tongue to keep from showing the shock she felt.

Why was he staring at her so intently? And why was his hand running down her exposed skin so gently?

Y/N took a deep breath when Jeno stretched out her leg and he looked away to find what he wanted in the first aid box.

He was doing it on purpose, she was sure.

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying not to let her mind flood with memories of the dream she'd had.

Of Jeno's hot, hungry hands touching her in the most intimate way.

When Jeno dabbed the wet cotton on Y/N's injured knee, she cleared her throat before looking back at him intently.

His attention was on her knee as one hand cleaned the wound, the other hand gripped Y/N's leg firmly but not in a possessive way. It was even mild considering the size of his muscles.

Y/N could see concern on Jeno's face and narrowed her eyes, there was no reason for him to pretend so she believed he was being sincere. At the moment.

They were silent the whole time he was treating the wound, the princess wanted to understand why he was doing that. It wasn't necessary, not only could she do it herself, she knew how.

As soon as Jeno finished with the cotton and discarded it on the floor, she was ready to get up from the bed but was stopped by Jeno's other hand that held her knee and Y/N had to hold her breath when he blew lightly on the wound.

She had to hold the sheet tighter than necessary because seeing him in that position was creating certain scenarios in her head that should have remained dormant.

All because of that pathetic sex dream.

When Y/N felt her belly squirm internally, she shifted in bed.

"Alright, that's good, Jeno!" She spoke, her voice cracking as she said his name.

"Are you sure?" He just directed his eyes to hers, without changing position or taking his hands away. "There's an ointment that's great for pain…"

"No." She spoke too fast, unable to stop thinking about Jeno's finger caressing her skin with the task of applying the ointment, awkwardly getting out of bed she made Jeno move away but without getting up. "No need, I…" the princess gulped when she saw that Jeno could have a great view under her skirt in the position he was. "I’m fine." She spoke quickly and she was sure Jeno caught a glimpse of her panties as she practically jumped over the prince's body but she didn't want him to see that her cheeks were burning with shyness.

Even if it meant him seeing practically her puss...

"Thank you, Jeno." That was what she managed to say before she left the room quickly, without slamming the door and without seeing Jeno smiling sideways, ruffling his hair when he saw the disconcerted princess.

It was because of him, and she couldn't even deny it.

[...]

It was night, the castle was dark and silent, Jeno didn't know why he was heading towards the library but something was calling him there.

He didn't need light because he knew those corridors very well, his eyesight was used to the pitch black.

He entered the library in silence and searched the room for what had called him there, the corners of his mouth lifting at the sight of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

Y/N was on her back, looking for a book on the highest shelf and didn't even notice that he was going there.

He looked her up and down, but the long black cloth she was wearing was preventing him from looking at her beautiful body and it frustrated him enough that the sound that escaped his teeth echoed through the room, making Y/N look back in a bit of surprise.

But she didn't seem too shocked to see Jeno there, in fact she even smiled slightly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, quietly, clasping her hands together.

"I think you know, princess." He answered in the same tone, low and sensual.

"Came to read. Just like me." She blinked slowly, making him lose himself in the movement so innocently.

It was enough for his hands to itch to touch her waist.

"Yes." He nodded, taking a large step towards her without taking his eyes off the princess's. "I came to read." he bit down on his bottom lip, drawing the princess's attention who she stared at as if she were hypnotized.

Jeno kept getting closer and when she was close enough, he rested both hands on the bookcase, beside Y/N's body, propelled his body enough to bring his face closer to hers. The princess's eyes were lost in Jeno's lips and she was breathing hard.

"I came to read every inch of your body." He spoke softly and Y/N shivered, but firmly stared Jeno in the eyes.

She only found fire and desire.

He moved a little closer, his face millimeters from hers, Y/N already felt their breaths mingling together.

"Jeno." She didn't even have the strength to call out to him, her voice weaker than a whisper.

"If you want me to stop, you'll stop me." their noses touched slightly and Y/N's hands reached up to touch him but stopped in their tracks, making him laugh.

He took the opportunity to hold one of the princess's wrists with one hand and took her to his torso..

"You can touch it if you want, it's all yours."

He spoke before touching their lips in a thirsty and messy kiss, Jeno wanted to explore every inch of Y/N's mouth in a short time but it was still hot, all she did was take her hands from his torso to his neck, trying somehow to find balance because the legs were already weak.

That made her bring him closer and he let go of the bookshelf to grip her waist tightly, wanting to make sure she didn't get out of there too soon.

The kiss became faster and wetter as their tongues mingled, it wasn't a struggle for dominance, it was an insatiable thirst for each other's taste.

Everything became more accelerated, hands and lips began to explore parts of the body that asked for a touch, when Jeno noticed, Y/N was already sitting on the reading table with her legs wrapped around his hips but there was something bothering Jeno and it was the thick, oversized coat the princess wore.

It was preventing him from touching her the way he wanted.

And then in the blink of an eye the coat was away from her body, lying on the floor, as Jeno admired what she wore underneath.

Or rather, what she barely used.

A set of light blue panties and bra, which designed the princess's bust very well, the top part of the fabric still extended to the middle of her thighs and when following the fabric, he saw that the panties had straps tied around Y/N’s waist.

She looked like an angel.

Jeno looked at her and saw that the princess was smiling maliciously, leaning her elbows on the table and giving permission for him to have free access.

"With that little angel face, no one can guess that you're a naughty one."

She bit her lip, stifling her laughter.

"Only you."

It was Jeno's turn to smile as he brought his hands up to caress her thighs.

"And you want to know why, princess?" He asked quietly, bringing his fingertips to her navel, feeling her skin crawl and heard her sigh. "Because you know that deep down we are the same." He played with the straps of her panties and looked at Y/N who pleaded with her eyes for him to stop the torture. "Made for each other."

"And what do you intend to do?" she asked quietly.

Jeno smiled widely.

"For now?" his fingers went towards the waistband of her panties, and Y/N rolled her eyes. "Make you scream."

Jeno's fingers found the intimacy of Y/N who moaned at the same time, a sound that echoed through the library and followed like music to the prince's ears.

He was losing himself in the heat of her, it felt like he was going to erupt every time his fingers went in and out of the hot, wet flesh, it was so delicious and it was making his head spin with pleasure. Y/N was thrown back with her head drunk with pleasure because of him.

And he knew she was so close, he could feel the sweat dripping by his back and his fingers getting wetter while collecting the liquid that came out of Y/N's body.…

"Jeno!" The princess instantly opened her eyes and glanced at Jeno, who was turning to face the closed door with a raised eyebrow.

He knew that voice.

"Jeno, are you there?" he wanted to laugh, it would sound sadistic but it was funny.

He looked back at Y/N who was staring at him desperately.

"Yes Mark?" He spoke loudly and then increased the speed of the fingers that entered and left Y/N, making her bring her hands to her mouth in order to muffle the loud moans.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Perfectly!" In fact, all he could hear was the delicious sound of fingers inside Y/N's intimacy. She was driving him crazy.

"Then come on, Taeyong is waiting for you to play golf."

Jeno this time frowned. Golf? That time of night? But the games were always in the morning and…

It was then that he saw Y/N squirm in pleasure as the room grew darker, he even heard the scream of orgasm that hit her before opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling of the room.

Panting, Jeno looked to the side and could see what he didn't want.

It had just been a dream.

"Hurry up, Jeno!" But Mark's voice knocking on the door was real.

Enough to wake him up in the best part of the dream.

"Give me 5 minutes." he spoke loudly and heard his brother snort but agreed.

Jeno ran his hands over his face and hair, taking a deep breath and felt something hard.

He threw the covers away from his body and got out of bed completely frustrated and excited, heading towards the bathroom.

He would need more than 5 minutes.

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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Nine: Come back home

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 6492

Genre: a bit of fluff, drama, fake relationship

Author: maari

Warnings: A brief mention of attacks on the kingdom, Jeno is very protective of the princess because yes ☺️ and probably some grammar errors

Note: Forgive me for taking so long, I was so excited to finish this chapter because the best part is coming and I'm not even as proud of this chapter as I wanted to be but you know how it is, author's block and a busy life didn't help.

Summary: An unexpected return home and a farewell at the wrong time.

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“Haechan!”

The princess hurried to catch up with the prince who was walking down the hall, he helped by stopping when heard his name and smiled as she approached.

"Princess, do you need something?"

"Actually, I'm looking for a company to go to the mall." she gave him best convincing smile.

"Are your employees busy?" he raised his eyebrow, curious.

Y/N snorted.

"I can't leave the castle without the company of someone from the royal family." she explained, crossing her arms. She thought the idea was ridiculous but she couldn't go against it. "Security issue."

"It makes sense." He raised his hand to his chin, thoughtfully. "Jeno commented that he wants to go downtown now."

She remained silent, considering the possibility.

"Do you know if he's already leaving?" she asked, uncertain.

Well, he was slightly less annoying so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"IHe should be in the garage."

She nodded. She had already gotten ready and separated her bag, she couldn't miss the opportunity, especially since she would be leaving as soon as possible.

“Alright, I’ll see if I can catch up to him. Thank you!" She smiled lightly at him and quickly placed her hand on his shoulder before leaving in long strides.

The princess went to the garage, hoping he was still there and she could get the ride, and she almost sighed when she saw him getting ready to get into the car.

“Jeno!” she called out to him, making him stop tripping over his own feet, turning back and staring at the princess in surprise.

“Y/N.” he smiled, confused seeing her approach.

“Can you give me a ride to the mall?” she asked, a little embarrassed, especially with the face Jeno made.

He seemed to really enjoy seeing her ask him for a favor and he didn't even hide his wide smile.

"What do I get from that?" He crossed his arms, making his arms bigger since he was wearing a tank top and Y/N got lost in the movement for a brief second, and looked back at him.

He had a raised eyebrow.

“I will be very nice to you for a whole afternoon.” She smiled sarcastically and he nodded.

“And what are you going to do at the mall?” he questioned, amused and she snorted.

“Buy a sword to stick in that annoying little smile of yours.” she replied angrily, making him laugh.

“Always so polite to your fiancé, princess.”

She rolled her eyes, impatiently.

"Alright." she shrugged. “I’ll walk then.”

She made to leave but Jeno held her arm, not so strong but enough to make her stop, she turned to look at him angrily while his eyes seemed more intense.

“I didn’t say no.”

She held his gaze.

“You love teasing me, right?”

He smiled sideways and brought his other hand to her chin.

“I like seeing your angry face.” he squeezed her chin lightly and she turned her head to move away from his touch.

It was clear he was doing it on purpose and she kept falling for that trick.

The princess crossed her arms, waiting for him to move away since somehow Jeno seemed much more interested in maintaining physical contact with her, he did so and held the door for her to enter first.

She got into the car so she didn't have to look at him, something about Jeno's eyes looked like some kind of spark, about to catch fire. She wasn't afraid of his intense gaze, but she was uncomfortable.

If she didn't know herself so well, she might say she was shy.

Jeno got into the car and the driver started it, leaving the garage.

“On second thought, it will be great to spend time with you at the mall, love.” he said, holding Y/N's hand and bringing it to his face so he could place a soft kiss.

She tried to move his hand away, but Jeno held on a little tighter, making her look at him with confusion. She asked in silence what he was doing, he just nodded forward where she remembered that the driver and the security guard were further ahead listening to everything they were saying.

Sure, great idea to go out in public with him. She would have to pretend to be terribly in love with her fiancé even in front of the employees.

She had forgotten that little detail.

She smiled, trying her best not to be ironic and brought her hand to his face, it was hot and surprisingly his skin was soft, it almost made her give in.

“I couldn’t ask for anything more, sweetheart.” she said and then tapped Jeno twice on the face, the last one being a little harder, and he looked at her smiling but his eyes told her to stop.

She pushed her hand away and turned to face the scenery outside the car with a faint victorious smile.

“Are you only taking one security guard?” she asked, after a long time of silence.

She had heard how the press in the kingdom was wilder and it didn't seem very smart to go out with just one security guard.

“Worried about me?” he asked, laughing, and turned to face the princess who raised an eyebrow. “There is a car with more security guards behind us.” he informed her and she nodded. "I would never leave without the necessary security when being with you.”

Y/N looked at Jeno, he was too sincere and for some reason that made her stomach twist with anxiety.

She took a deep breath and smiled, grateful, then looked back at the car window with a silly, involuntary smile.

She faced the city that seemed to be happy, this fact infected her mainly because it was the first time she was going to visit the kingdom as a tourist almost like everyone else, she never thought that shopping could distract her mind but for her purpose she was excited.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the mall and it didn't take long for them to attract attention either, the official car with the royal coat of arms was enough to make everyone around turn their heads with curiosity to find out who it was. The princess scratched the back of her head before taking a deep breath as the security guard and driver got out of the car to open the door for Y/N and Jeno, he turned around to meet the princess and his hand that went to her waist was photographed by all the onlookers there.

"Let's go?" he asked and she nodded, seeing the other security guards approach. Jeno had called a battalion to observe them and oddly enough, she was grateful for that.

They waved to some people and walked into the mall side by side, Jeno still keeping his hand on the princess's waist and she felt a small caress in the area but didn't say anything.

“So, what are you looking for?” she smirked when she noticed the curiosity in Jeno's tone. “Any specific store?”

“Yes, baby clothes.” she replied simply and Jeno turned so quickly to face her that she laughed.

"What?" now he looked confused and slightly scared.

Y/N wanted to torture him some more, it would be funny but she just told the truth.

“I'll have to go home soon and I wanted to give Taeyong and his wife a gift before I leave the kingdom.” she explained, seeing Jeno's expression soften and change to understanding.

“For a minute I thought you were already starting to make your layette.” he shrugged and it was her turn to look at him confused.

“We would have to get married first for that, wouldn’t we?” she questioned, raising her eyebrow.

Jeno moistened his lips with his own tongue and brought his face closer to the princess's , looking into her eyes.

“You and I are too old to know that babies can be made well before marriage.” he winked and she swallowed.

She hated the way her legs become weak due to the low tone of Jeno's voice, mainly because she didn't want to be affected by so little.

So, even though she had several answers on the tip of her tongue, she simply remained silent and continued walking, pretending that she hadn't heard any of that or that it hadn't affected her in the way it did.

Because as much as she was trying to fight the images, she ended up imagining Jeno and her with their own children… Worse, making the babies. It was because of this that she didn't notice when he took her to the store she was looking for nor when the attendants stopped where they were completely shocked.

“Your Highnesses!” the princess blinked a few times trying to control her flushed cheeks and faced the attendant who had just bowed to them.

She knew that some speculation would be shared among the media but she certainly didn't care, especially since the announcement of the heir to the throne of the kingdom had already happened hours before so anyone who thought that she and Jeno were buying clothes for their still non-existent children, it would be stupid. And of course, speculation was part of her life, with or without her fiancé, so she was used to ignoring it.

The attendant, although she seemed intimidated by the two's presence there, was cordial and Y/N's purchase didn't take that long.

Jeno, who seemed excited about the clothes and shoes as he looked closely at each model, was taking advantage of the situation to get closer to the princess. It was obvious to her that he would take advantage of the fact that they were in public, it was the perfect time for them to act like the young and in love couple they were supposed to be. He always had his hand on her waist or was stroking her elbow, the physical touch there seemed to be Jeno's plan that Y/N had to pretend that it didn't affect her in any way. Because a part of her was dying to push him away, but it wasn't like months ago that she couldn’t even breathe the same air as him. Maybe she was getting used to his presence.

And she should, after all, they would soon be married and he would live in the same castle as her.

But the princess wasn't the only one who left the store with a beautifully packaged gift.

“I still can’t believe you bought that.” she laughed, shaking her head as soon as they left the store.

"What? It’s cute." he shrugged, laughing too.

She looked at him suspiciously.

Well, actually the baby onesie written ‘protected by a samoyed’ with a drawing of the dog breed in the middle was cute but she didn't know that a prince or princess would wear that.

“You saw the pants, seriously, they’ll look great on my nephew or niece.” he explained, making her laugh again.

Yes, the pants that had a dog design on the back, right in the direction of the baby's butt. Perfect for the crown prince to the throne.

“I think the best part was the look on the attendant’s face when you picked out this set.”

He laughed and she continued watching him, Jeno laughed as if he were a child. She even saw a purity in his intention that she had never seen before.

“Do you want to bet how much this story will be on social media in 10 minutes?”

“If it isn’t already.” she concluded.

"Can I ask you something?" Jeno stopped walking and she followed him, feeling that the security guards were doing the same a few meters away from them. Y/N nodded silently. “Why don’t you stay here a little longer?” she looked at him confused. “I mean, in the kingdom.”

“My parents who set the date” she shrugged. She didn't deny it immediately because she had accepted the invitation deep down.

“But would it be so bad if you stayed another week?” he asked, slightly interested. “You could help my sister-in-law with the baby’s room, give some opinions.”

Y/N pondered, somewhat surprised. She didn't imagine that Jeno would propose that but she liked the idea, in fact she liked the kingdom.

It was very different from what she remembered, that was true, but it was even better. Her childhood memories were surrounded by the fights and annoyances she had with Jeno, and didn't even remember important details of the city or the castle, for example the labyrinth in the side garden that she had been lost once and almost ended up causing her kingdom and the Lee family went to war just because she had seen a rabbit in the bushes.

She was about to accept the proposal, her parents wouldn't mind and this would even help to further strengthen ties between the two kingdoms, when her eyes went to the shopping mall's big screen and she was able to see that the news at that moment was alerting with urgent news that a terrorist attack had just occurred between the borders of the two kingdoms.

Y/N felt her jaw drop as she watched the images scared and in shock, the explosion hadn't been recorded, just the aftermath and the wreckage of part of the bridge that connected the two kingdoms.

“Princess, what is it…?” Jeno let the sentence die as he looked in the same direction as her and was just as shocked, but he walked over to put his hand on her shoulder, and she didn't move away.

She swallowed hard, controlling the tears by blinking several times.

“It’s time to go home.”

[...]

Y/N walked back and forth in the library while keeping her arms crossed, her gaze was lost and her mind was far away from there. It was in her home, in her kingdom.

The security guards had escorted her and Jeno to the castle since suddenly the press appeared shortly after the news of the attack, she remained silent and didn’t answer any questions and Jeno still kept his hand on her waist to provide the minimum amount of comfort, although that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

The return to the castle was a blur and when she arrived, her team was already preparing their bags for the return to the kingdom. Still dizzy, Jeno convinced her to stay in the library and wait for the private jet to be ready for her departure.

But the princess was nervous, distressed and all those bitter feelings were being taken out on the inside of her cheek, which she bit nonstop.

“Y/N” she turned back and saw the queen standing there, looking at her with compassion.

The princess didn't even hear the door open or close, her head was full of thoughts.

“We extend our solidarity to you and your people.” Y/N nodded, unable to smile. “Taeyong called your parents, they are fine, they are safe.”

The princess sighed, relieved. She hadn't been able to talk to them on the way back to the castle and it felt like it would eat her alive inside but now she was a little calmer with the news.

"Thank you!"

Y/N saw the queen smile slightly and come over to hug her, the princess couldn't realize how nervous she was but she noticed that she was shaking as the queen hugged her.

“Take a deep breath and control your anger.” she directed. “You need to act with your reason and not emotion.”

"It is difficult." she admitted and the queen moved away to rest her hands on her arms.

"I know. But you can do that." she took a deep breath. “Did you know that when I was about to marry Taeyong, they raided my dress designer’s boutique?”

Y/N looked at her in shock.

“No, why would they do that?”

“They thought that without a dress there would be no wedding.” she shrugged and the princess laughed in disbelief.

“And why didn’t they want you to get married?” she questioned, unable to understand why.

She knew little about the queen, but from what she saw, she was very helpful and had a very strong maternal figure.

“Because being royalty doesn’t guarantee that everyone will like you and admire you.” Y/N understood. “And perhaps that is our greatest burden, to govern even for those who hate us.”

Y/N was silent because she had no way of disagreeing. That was the purest and simplest reality.

But it still wasn't fair. It was one thing to attack her and the royal family, it was quite another to attack innocent people and she was convinced that that type of attack would not recur during her reign.

She would never allow them to spread like a virus.

“I know you’re scared, but that’s what they want, Y/N.” the queen spoke and looked at the princess with determination. “Don’t let them win.”

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, she felt hatred burning her veins and if she could, she would go after one by one who had terrified her people, but at that moment she needed to be cold and act carefully. The first thing she had to do was go home and then she could make a plan with her father.

"Thank you, truly." she smiled gratefully and the queen did the same, with a knowing smile. “By the way, I have something for you.”

Y/N turned to pick up the gift she had left on the sofa in the library and handed it to the queen, who looked at her curiously.

"What is that?"

The princess clasped her hands in front of her body before speaking.

"I wanted to give the gift at a calmer opportunity, but there was no time." She shrugged and the queen began to open the gift. "I researched and saw that newborn babies have a different temperature than us, as they feel colder than usual, I bought something that would be useful for the days in the maternity ward."

The queen took off the tiny clothes and smiled, delighted.

Y/N had bought a white set, as she didn't know the baby's gender yet, she opted for something neutral, and in a very warm fabric.

"Y/N, it's beautiful. Thank you so much!" The queen thanked her and pulled the princess into another hug, which she laughed embarrassedly. “Taeyong was right about you, you know.”

Y/N frowned and the hug broke.

"About what?" She asked curiously.

"You’re a good person." she confirmed and the princess smiled slightly. "Never forget that."

Y/N nodded and the queen said goodbye, saying that she needed to show her husband the baby's outfit.

Alone in the room, the princess hugged her body, suddenly feeling cold. She needed to put her thoughts in their proper place.

But with everything that was going on, being alone for that long would be practically impossible.

"You may come in." She spoke after hearing a soft knock on the door.

Y/N turned to face whoever it was when she heard the door open and felt her legs go slightly weak as she stared at the figure in front of her.

"Are you busy?"

"No, Mark. You can come in!" she responded promptly and saw the prince close the door behind him, visibly shy.

They hadn't been alone until then after the kiss and there was a strange air bothering them both. That was why Mark stayed away from the princess who although she wanted to be close to him, she knew she couldn't.

"I came to say goodbye." He explained and she opened her mouth to speak. "I don't want to do this in front of my brother and end up making things more difficult."

Y/N sighed and held her gaze, Mark avoided looking into her eyes and she knew it was out of guilt.

"You don't have to worry about that now."

He laughed lightly.

"I know it's irrelevant at the moment, but I don't want to hurt Jeno." he justified, looking up to stare at her firmly. "And not you."

Although there was a confusion of emotions inside her, Mark's words left her slightly calmer.

She had a special affection for Mark and nothing would ever change that, she knew her obligations and knew that she couldn't be with him like she had dreamed of in childhood, but she felt that she could count on him whenever she needed.

Even in the toughest situations.

That's why, unable to contain herself, she crossed the space that separated them to hug him tightly and rested her chin on his shoulder. Mark seemed surprised at first but reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I'm scared, Mark." she admitted against his body and felt him tighten his hold on her even more.

"I know, but I also know you can do this." He patted her back and the princess closed her eyes, letting herself be enveloped by the strength and motivation that Mark conveyed to her.

They hugged each other for a short time, they didn't want to move away but they needed to, it was an official farewell. They would probably see each other less often than usual so Y/N wanted to keep that moment to herself.

Mark pulled away enough to look her in the eyes and placed a hand on her cheek as she looked at him intently.

"I believe in you." he spoke with conviction and then moved closer to kiss Y/N's cheek.

She closed her eyes once again, trying to make that moment last longer in her memory.

Mark moved away briefly, there was nowhere else he touched her and a very small part of her felt sad.

He headed towards the door, ready to leave.

"Mark." She called out to him and he turned his face to look at her one last time. "If this were another story…"

He smiled sadly, understanding the end of the sentence.

"I would have liked to have stayed with you in the end too."

Y/N watched him leave, closing the door in the process and she felt her shoulders sag, staring at the floor she felt like she had finally finished a chapter of her life.

And now the next ones to come, she had no idea what to expect.

[...]

“Y/N, please, can you stop drumming your fingers.”

A warm hand touched that of the princess who was moving non-stop on the arm of the seat of the private jet, forcing her to stop.

She faced the prince next to her, without saying anything she just nodded and stopped her nervous fingers, without breaking the touch of Jeno's palm.

It wasn't really because she wanted to but because she needed it. There were her employees there on the jet, they needed to convince her in the role of a couple in love.

And sure, it wasn't even like Jeno's palm was reassuring her, just because of a simple, silly touch.

Y/N looked around to see if the employees were watching them and when she noticed they weren't, she smiled sarcastically at Jeno.

"Is it bothering you?" she raised an eyebrow and he narrowed his eyes.

And then Jeno smiled widely, leaving the princess confused.

"It was." He admitted. "But just seeing that you focused your attention on me was worth it."

She stared at him in disbelief and her eyes fell for a few seconds on Jeno's lips, she huffed more to herself at the mistake and turned her face to face the window.

"I said you didn't need to come." She spoke reluctantly, and crossed her arms.

"Oh yeah? Do you want to get rid of my presence yet?" he questioned, seeming quite amused by the situation and she looked at him again, angry.

"You know the answer well."

Jeno brought his face closer to the princess's, who remained in the same position, trying her best to look only into his eyes.

And she failed miserably, of course.

"What kind of future king would I be if I left my fiancee alone in a situation like that?" Y/N was taken aback by Jeno's serious tone, leaving her speechless.

So she just stared at Jeno looking for any sign that this was just a game for him and she didn't find any.

He was being sincere and that made her heart beat a little faster than usual, as well as making her feel somewhat protected.

It was strange because the feeling she had was that she wasn’t alone.

Feeling her ears burn, she looked away at their hands that were still together, Jeno's finger made an almost imperceptible caress and one of the corners of the princess's mouth threatened to lift.

"Y/N, look. I know you're upset but-"

"It's not just that, Jeno." she shook her head, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I'm mad." She confirmed, irritated and looked at him again. "They attacked my kingdom, they attacked me. I'm not going to let things go like that."

She spoke, determined and he slowly nodded his head.

He knew the princess and knew that besides being stubborn, she wasn't the type to give up easily.

She just continued to stare at Jeno, surprised, and when his eyes returned to hers while he still had his warm lips pressed against her skin, Y/N felt her legs give in and her breathing became labored.

"It's going to be okay. I believe it." Without waiting, Jeno grabbed the princess's hand and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, making her jaw drop slightly.

Just like he did in the car earlier that day.

She had no control over her own voice, so she couldn't tell him to move away or stop doing that.

After all, what could she say? For him to stop kissing her because her stomach was churning with anxiety?

"Do you want something?" Jeno asked interestedly and Y/N bit the tip of her tongue before she could respond with something that wasn't appropriate for the moment.

She would never verbalize what her body wanted to respond to.

"Can you get me a grenade to go after the terrorists?" She smiled, mischievously and he laughed lightly.

"Before that, you should train your aim better with the bow and arrow." He blinked before letting go of her hand and getting up from the seat he was in.

Y/N looked at him perplexed. Would he continue criticizing her techniques?

"But I'll have plenty of time to help you with your training." he shrugged and she laughed in disbelief. "Do you want to eat something?"

She denied with her head.

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay, I'll be back soon then."

Y/N took the opportunity to rest her head on the back of the seat and closed her eyes so she could try to relax, they would arrive in her kingdom at dawn so she still had time for that.

And now that the adrenaline in her body had practically evaporated, she realized how tired she was. Physically and mentally.

The time that Jeno had the opportunity to eat was enough for Y/N to sleep in the seat, when he came back and noticed that she was breathing deeply, he took a blanket that her team had separated and covered her, up to her shoulders. The jet had the air conditioning on, it wasn't cold but it wasn't that warm either.

He took a deep breath and observed the princess, carefully and slowly brushing aside the part of her hair that had fallen over her face, placing the strand behind her ear.

Her expression was serene, even though her brow was furrowed, she had fallen into a deep sleep and didn't even look like that girl was angry or scared.

Jeno found himself thinking about the moment they found out about the attack, Y/N was shaking to the point of being about to cry and he had been really worried about her. He had never seen her so shaken, in fact he never imagined that the kingdom was so important to her.

Well, of course he knew how she felt, after all he was also a prince, but he had never realized that she was alone, she had no brothers she could count on and support, very unlike him. And he couldn't contain the desire to protect her, to be by her side.

It was one of the reasons he decided to pack his bags and go with Y/N to her kingdom.

Jeno approached the princess's face to place a soft kiss on her forehead and let himself get lost in Y/N's perfume before walking away.

He would stay by her side as long as she needed. That was his purpose.

He would watch over her sleep so that she wouldn't have nightmares if necessary.

He would hold her hand if that was what she wanted.

He would keep her safe with his life if he had to.

When he pulled away, he saw that Y/N smiled slightly while still asleep and he stared at her some more, wishing deep inside that he had been the one who caused that smile in her dreams.

[...]

Y/N didn't even set foot in the castle and her parents were already walking over in a bit of a hurry to hug her, they had arrived at the scheduled time but even so that didn't seem to stop them from worrying about her.

"My daughter." The queen hugged her tightly, convincing herself that her daughter was safe and well, finally back home.

"I'm fine, mom." she assured, her voice was muffled by the tight hug.

As soon as her mother released the princess, it was her father's turn to hug her even briefly because his eyes were on Jeno.

"Let me see you." Her father asked and she moved away so he could look at her from head to toe. "Did everything go well with the flight?"

Although those were obvious parental questions, the princess was a little scared. It was clear that the king and queen were wanting to know if anyone had tried to do something to her.

And just thinking about the possibility of someone trying something with her on the jet was disturbing.

"Yes, more than fine." She replied, looking at Jeno.

"We didn't know you were coming too, Jeno." The queen spoke, smiling slightly at him. "Welcome."

"I said he didn't need it but-" the princess started to explain but was interrupted by him.

"I insisted!" He concluded, looking at the princess and then at the king. "Soon this kingdom will also be my responsibility, and I care about it as much as you do."

The queen smiled discreetly and the king nodded, looking proudly at the prince.

“We are happy with your decision, Jeno. It’s great to have you here.” the king spoke and Jeno smiled, grateful.

Y/N didn't know why he had made that decision suddenly but she was pleased to hear that, if she and Jeno agreed to protect the kingdom, half of their marriage was already well underway.

“I’ll ask them to set aside a room for you.” the queen said, turning to the servants who were further back to do so, they agreed and left quickly.

“You must be tired from the trip.”

Y/N agreed, sighing.

“The only thing I want is my bed.”

Jeno laughed.

“You talk like you didn’t sleep a good part of the way.”

“Yeah, but that seat isn’t as comfortable as my bed, my neck hurts.” She brought her hand to the part of her body that was throbbing.

Jeno raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Want a massage, princess?”

Y/N felt her entire face catch fire, especially because her parents stared at her at the same moment. Jeno was bold and that irritated her, they were in front of the king and queen, for God's sake!

“Go to… sleep, Jeno.” she stuttered as she tried to bring out all the irritation in her tone of voice, which probably wasn't noticed by anyone there since it was clear that she had become shy.

“Honey, accompany your fiancé to his room.” the queen asked and Y/N took a deep breath.

"Of course." she replied, begrudgingly. "See you later."

She kissed her mother and father before leaving with Jeno following her, he said goodbye to her parents, and they quickly went to the huge main staircase of the castle.

Although she wanted to retort and fight with Jeno for making her embarrass herself in front of her parents, she didn't have the strength for that even if she wanted Jeno to wipe that insolent smile off his face.

But being surprised once again, he said absolutely nothing about it, not that he needed it, after all he had already done enough.

The princess already knew which room her mother had sent Jeno to, the largest and coziest in the castle, so her feet took her without even asking one of the servants where they should go.

When they arrived, the room was already ready with Jeno's bags next to the huge bed.

“Good, then I’ll see you later.” Jeno spoke before entering and the princess laughed in disbelief, shaking her head.

She still couldn't believe that he had given up everything to go with her to the kingdom.

“Ah, unless…” he leaned his arm on the door, smiling sideways. “You want to come in.”

The princess's jaw dropped and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re going to continue being the same insufferable person you always were, right?” she questioned, seeing him shrug. “Careful, Jeno.” She took a step forward, getting closer to him and looked him in the eyes. “Coexistence with me can drive you crazy.” she purposely blew the words into his face and smiled evilly, then walked away.

She walked out in long strides, feeling her head spinning and missed Jeno's mischievous smile right behind her.

“More than I already am.” he said to himself before closing the door.

Y/N took a deep breath as she saw the bedroom door approaching and stretched her arms behind her to try and ward off the pain and her eyes went to the hallway nearby when she saw a figure of one of the servants. However, her body stiffened when she saw who it was.

She would recognize that maid from meters away because she still couldn't forget the scene of her being pressed by Jeno while they kissed at the party. The princess followed her with her gaze, she didn't remember seeing her in those corridors at that early hour, especially because she imagined that her tasks were specific to the kitchen and not the organization of the rooms in the castle.

Y/N swallowed hard and gritted her teeth, crossing her arms as she watched the maid disappear into the hallway without realizing that the princess was watching her.

It wasn't like she liked to admit it to herself, but Jeno being in the castle and the maid there seemed to be a problem, yet another headache that she didn't want to have to put up with for so long.

She entered her own room, closing the door with a little more force and threw her bag on top of her bed, taking her hand to scratch the back of her neck, visibly uncomfortable.

She was getting lost in thought when she heard her phone ring and tried to shake off all those clouds that were forming over her head and went to answer the phone.

She sighed when she saw her cousin's number on the display.

“Hi, Yeri.”

“Oh good, I finally got to talk to you! How are you?"

Y/N brought her other hand to her forehead as she sat on the bed.

“Tired, confused, irritated… And you? Everything is fine?"

“Yes, I'm fine. Your parents told me you were coming back. I sent you a message but you didn’t respond, I thought you were on the flight.”

“Yeah, me and Jeno.” She sighed and threw herself onto the bed.

"WHAT?" Y/N closed her eyes and took the phone away from her ear at her cousin's scream.

“Stop screaming.” she asked tiredly.

“Sorry, it was a big shock.” YN laughed lightly. “What do you mean Jeno too?”

“He came here.” she replied simply.

"Why?"

“Ah Yeri, I don’t know.” Y/N turned sideways on the bed, staring at her own hand. “I think he felt a sense of duty since he’s going to be king in the future.”

“Hmm. Is it because of the kingdom or the future queen?”

Y/N felt her heart speed up.

“What difference does it make?” she asked, defensively.

“I think all of it, right? He’s getting attached to you.”

The princess smiled bitterly.

“I don’t think it’s me he’s getting attached to.” she replied acidly as she remembered the maid.

"Did something happen?" Yeri tried to guess, noticing her cousin's irritated tone.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to organize her mind, but all that came was the memory of the two kissing.

“Remember that maid Jeno was making out at the party?”

“I do, what about her?”

“What do you mean what about her, Yeri? She works here and Jeno will be here from now on.”

Yeri was silent, which made the princess bite the inside of her cheek in anxiety.

“Ah, is that the problem then? Both under the same roof?”

"Of course. Did you forget we’re engaged?” Y/N snorted, it was obvious that was the problem. She had a reputation to uphold and if any gossip about him making out with the maids in the hallways got out in the press, that whole image of Romeo and Juliet that had been sold would go down and a scandal at a delicate moment like that needed to be avoided.

Y/N heard her cousin laugh.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing. I remembered something. Well, I think you are the only one who has the power to end this situation.”

The princess frowned.

"What do you mean?"

“It's simple, Jeno enters the castle and the maid leaves. It’s a guarantee that you won’t have any problems.”

Y/N pondered, agreed with her cousin that it would be easier that way, but she didn't think it was fair.

“I can’t fire someone just because of Jeno, that’s mean.” she replied, feeling trapped. “I can’t take her out of here, the girl must need this job.”

“I’m not telling you to take her out of there.”

The princess frowned, confused.

"I didn't understand."

“Give her something she really wants besides your fiancé.”

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the pact (3)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: alcohol, cursing, explicit sex, teasing/denial, softdom!jinyoung, (fem) masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 6.6k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

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By Saturday night, you were more than ready to let your hair down. 

Your week hadn’t been as taxing as last week, though. Partially because you’d had quite the stress relief tactic. You’d spent your lunch break Thursday at Jinyoung’s office—the office bathroom to be more specific—and he’d come over Friday after Sana went out. 

It did occur to you for a moment that Jinyoung seemed to have no problem making time for you, despite that having been the main reason his relationship with Yeri had ended. But it wasn’t any of your business to question it. 

Still, you were ready for a day off. You slept in and spent the afternoon at the market with Sana, gathering the fresh fruit you’d eat over the course of the next week and enjoying the springtime sunlight. 

After a late lunch, the two of you decided to pre-game for BamBam’s party a little bit early. You cracked open a few ciders and sat on the floor, doing each other’s makeup and blasting girly pop. 

It’d been so long since you’d been out to a club it felt a bit like a special occasion. It was exciting to break out the high heels and dust off that little red dress you’d bought months ago simply because it was on sale. 

“I’m not going to lie,” you admitted, leaning your elbows on the coffee table. “I feel like tonight could end up being amazing or the biggest hot mess express you’ve ever seen.”

Sana giggled, downing the rest of her drink. “I’ll bet on the latter. Every weekend, I feel like Bam and Yug barely make it out alive, and they’re the ones in charge of this entire night.” 

Even though it was BamBam’s party, he and Yugyeom were basically a packaged deal, which was how you’d met Bam in the first place. He came in one afternoon to see Yugyeom on his break, hit on you, failed miserably, and somehow cemented himself a spot in your friends group.

“Dear God. I’m going to need more alcohol,” you said, standing up from the floor and heading into the kitchen to grab another drink. 

“I was thinking,” Sana called, turning down the music. “We need to get you laid tonight.”

You almost spit out your newly opened cider. “What? Wh-but why?”

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s been how long since your last date?” 

You gulped as you resumed your spot on the floor. Well, technically… 

“A while. Eight months?” 

Sana gasped as though you’d just admitted to murder. “Eight months?! That’s it, you’re getting penetrated tonight.” 

“Really,” you protested, then took a rather large gulp of your drink. “I’m fine.” 

“You’re not fine. My vagina is crying out of pure sympathy for you.” 

You waved her off, then grabbed your makeup brush. “Shut up. I’m not having sex with some random dude, that’s not me. I can’t imagine there will even be anyone worthwhile there…” You busied yourself with applying blush, hoping that Sana wouldn’t become suspicious.

She scoffed. “Are you kidding? Bam’s friends are probably hot and rich. I mean, they might be dumb as rocks but beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, any guy that’s not Lim Jaebeom is an improvement in my book.” 

It was the first time you’d thought about Jaebeom since he texted you the other day. Your arrangement with Jinyoung, as unconventional as it may have been, was rather effective. But you weren’t sure Sana would see it as much of an upgrade—she liked Jinyoung, but they tended to butt heads more often than not.

“Seriously,” you said, your tone lowering. “Not tonight. I just want to get drunk and dance with my friends. Not looking to get… penetrated.” 

Sana must have sensed that you were serious, because she ultimately backed off, though not without an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Maybe Wonwoo will show up tonight, then at least one of us can get some.” 

You threw your head back laughing. “You know what, I’ll pray for you and your vagina. Now let me fix your eyeliner, the right side looks like it was done by a blind five year old.” 

~~~

Jinyoung and Jackson were running late… again. 

To Jinyoung’s credit, it was never really his fault. But Jackson was the type to change his outfit eight times before he ultimately ended up wearing his first choice anyway. They always came together, Jackson with an oblivious grin on his face and Jinyoung looking like he’d just drank sour milk. 

There were more people in the club than you had thought there would be. To say BamBam had connections would be the understatement of the year. His parents owned a string of clubs in the city, one of which was exclusively closed off for his party tonight. 

Luckily, you and Sana had managed to secure a table for your group to hang out at when you weren’t out on the dance floor. The two of you relaxed with Yugyeom and a few of his friends while you waited for the rest of your group. 

Eventually, you got tired of sitting around and made it out to the dance floor with Yugyeom. The two of you clearly didn’t have your typical boss/coworker relationship, considering the way your ass was pressing into his crotch as he danced behind you. 

But it was all fun and games, just the same as it’d be if you danced with Sana. He really was a great dancer, and enjoyed being out on the floor in the crowd of bodies as much as you did. 

It was like all of your worries fell away, pressed against another human being while the music thumped from the floor up through your entire body. The vodka didn’t hurt, either. 

You passed a glance to your table, surprised to find that Jinyoung and Jackson had finally arrived in the time since you’d gone out to the dance floor with Yugyeom. Jinyoung was taking his jacket off, and Jackson was waving wildly for the two of you to come over. 

Once you did, he threw his arm around your shoulders and dragged you the rest of the way towards your group. “Come do shots with us!” he exclaimed, signaling to the tray full of liquor in the middle of the table. 

God, Jinyoung looked good. A pair of black jeans and a white tee, the sleeves rolled just enough to show off the curve of his biceps he worked so hard for. You were already glancing around for a dark corner to sneak off to. 

To your surprise, he refused to look at you. It was as if you weren’t even there. He was already seated, looking down at his phone, his lips pressed into a straight, concentrated line. 

“One for you, one for you, two for me…” Jackson passed the shots out, breaking your stare and reminding you that you were surrounded by your friends. If any of them saw the way you were looking at Jinyoung, they would know something was up immediately.

After knocking back another shot, you slid into the seat next to Jinyoung just as everyone else became distracted enough that they wouldn’t notice the way you leaned into him to whisper in his ear. 

“Hey. Any chance I can get you to dance with me?” 

Jinyoung barely glanced up. “Hm? No, thanks. We probably shouldn’t.” 

You didn’t even know how to respond. How had he gone from fucking you against a bathroom stall two days ago to barely even acknowledging your presence? And straight up rejecting you?

Maybe he was right, you shouldn’t be so close here, in front of everyone. But regardless of the reason, it still hurt. He couldn’t even make eye contact with you. 

You’d never taken rejection well. So you stood up and brushed off your dress, making sure to swivel your hips as you turned back to your friends. “Jackson, come dance with me.” 

Jackson, ever the people pleaser, perked up and led you out onto the floor just as a bass-heavy R&B song began to blast through the speakers. Perfect. 

You lost yourself to the music, then. Swaying your hips back and forth, Jackson’s hands placed firmly on your waist. He was always a little handsy when he danced, but it wasn’t unwelcome. If anything, you’d much rather have someone like Jackson or Yugyeom pressing up behind you than some douchey trust fund frat boy. You felt safe with them, knowing they just wanted to dance and weren’t going to slip a hand up your skirt. 

The second song that played was faster, with a pulsing bass beat that reverberated through your chest and down to your toes. You pressed yourself against Jackson, sliding your arms around his neck. 

Jackson, bless his soul, kept you occupied for a few more songs before he made the excuse of needing the bathroom, though you had a feeling he just wanted to shoot his shot with one of the girls that was eyeing him up from the bar. 

You didn’t mind dancing alone. By now, your mind was cloudy enough from the alcohol that you could truly forget about the world around you and just feel the music. Even when you caught Jinyoung glowering at you from the table, you managed to ignore it. 

If he wasn’t going to dance with you, or pay any attention to you, you’d find other ways to keep yourself occupied. 

When a hand brushed your lower back, you turned towards the contact and nearly yelped from surprise. 

“Jaebeom.” 

Dressed in a long hoodie and a black cap, fringe hanging over his eyes, Jaebeom looked as sexy as ever. You hadn’t seen him in weeks but your heart still did a backflip from having him this close to you; it made you wonder just how effective your arrangement had been.

Jaebeom smiled, fingers still splayed across your lower back. “Hey,” he said, leaning in so you could hear him over the bass. 

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you admitted, letting him pull you close. He reached for one of your hands, placing it up against the side of his neck. You hadn’t been this close to him since your makeout session, and you were half disappointed in yourself for being so affected. 

“Mhm,” he replied, licking his lips. “Small world, huh?” With both hands on your waist, he pulled you closer until you were dancing together, lower bodies grinding to the beat. It was all very reminiscent of how you’d ended up in the men’s bathroom with him last time. 

He looked down at you as if you were the only woman in this club and he’d been waiting years to get his hands on you—who could blame you for believing him? You were only human, after all, and he was very convincing. 

There was a reason you’d been head over heels for him for this long. He was beautiful, seductive, mysterious… and you could never say no. 

“Did you get any of my texts?” he asked, having to shout over the beat.

You bit your lip, nodding. “Yeah, sorry, I’ve been busy with work…” 

If Sana could see you, she would have slapped you square in the face. You could practically hear her in the back of your head, telling you to walk off the dance floor and never look back. But Sana wasn’t here, and you were weak. 

“S’okay,” Jaebeom smiled, hand drifting lower until it rested on your ass. “You look so fucking good tonight, Y/N. This dress...” 

Your cheeks flushed with his compliment. “Thank you,” you told him, sliding your hands down to rest on his broad chest. The way he was moving his body into yours was sinful, and you couldn’t deny the effect it was having on you. 

He’d never been quite so obvious with you, eyes twinkling with bad intentions, hands roaming where they shouldn’t. It was as if he knew you’d been trying to forget about him, and he suddenly needed to swoop in and keep your interest. 

He leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Wanna get out of here? Find somewhere… private?” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, you knew you were done for. Maybe if he’d gotten you in the daytime, with a clear head, you could easily tell him to fuck off. Remind him that he had a girlfriend, or whatever she was, waiting at home. 

But Jinyoung had ignored you all night, and it wasn’t like you needed his permission. Right? 

“Okay. Let me just go…” you nodded your head to the side, gesturing towards your group waiting at the table. Jaebeom gave your ass a subtle squeeze, smirking down at you. 

“Hurry.”

Without hesitation, you headed back to your table, where Yugyeom was now pouring vodka straight into BamBam’s mouth as he kneeled before him. Oddly, not the most questionable thing you’d witnessed from the two best friends. Jackson was nowhere to be found, Sana was on Wonwoo’s lap, and Jinyoung hadn’t moved. He was nursing the same beer he’d had twenty minutes ago, staring down at his phone. 

You grabbed your phone, checking the texts that you’d missed since you went out to the dance floor. Only one from Jinyoung, sent two minutes ago. 

Jinyoung: Tell Sana you’re tired. I’m taking you home.

When you glanced up at Jinyoung, he was looking right at you. You blinked, looked back down at the text, then at him again. On one hand, you had Jaebeom waiting for you—possibly about to give you everything you’d wanted since middle school. But Jinyoung… 

“Hey, Sana,” you said, interrupting her from whatever Wonwoo was whispering in her ear. “I’m kinda tired, I’m going to head out.”

~~~

You gulped after climbing into the Uber and Jinyoung slid in next to you. The alcohol had worn off a good bit, otherwise you may have been able to pretend the tension in the air wasn’t killing you. 

The deafening silence was one thing, but what really got you was the possessive hand he’d placed right at the inside of your thigh, only a mere inch or two away from the bottom hem of your dress. 

Other than that, Jinyoung paid you no attention. He stared out the window as if he was alone and his fingers weren’t inches from your clothed heat. Meanwhile, you felt like you were losing your mind. 

You’d been so desperate for his touch all night and it seemed as if you were finally getting what you’d wanted so badly. And yet… 

Something told you he had plans for you once you arrived at his apartment. 

He didn’t speak a word until he politely thanked the driver as soon as it stopped outside of Jinyoung’s building, slipping his hand off of your thigh and grabbing your hand to help you out of the car. 

Silence followed you all the way up the elevator, even until he led you inside and shut the door behind you. When he finally spoke, he was removing his jacket and slipping his shoes off. 

“Go sit on the bed. And don’t move until I tell you to.” 

“Jinyoung?” you asked, your heart racing. 

“Now.” 

You swallowed, waiting for him to look at you, touch you, something. You craved it, and yet he was withholding it from you like a punishment. 

Ultimately, you obeyed him. You walked into his bedroom and got comfortable on the bed, your back resting against the pillows. Though you expected him to follow you, you weren’t entirely surprised when he didn’t. He wanted to make you wait even longer. 

You looked around his room—completely spotless, almost bare, except for the few personal touches that you could recognize after knowing him for so long. Another bookshelf, overflowing just like the one out in the living room. A photo of his parents on his dresser. A few other photos, here and there, that looked like he’d taken himself. A beach, a mountain, and an old beat up car. 

You were broken out of your trance by the sound of the sink running. What was he doing out there? It felt like he was purposely dragging this out, making you wait until all you wanted was his hands on you. You’d reached that point hours ago.

When his figure finally appeared in the doorway, he was holding a glass of water and leisurely taking a sip. He moved further into the room, placing the glass on the dresser across from the bed. 

“Jinyoung,” you tried, extending your legs out in front of you. 

He didn’t answer, just came to stand at the foot of the bed. He was so close now, and finally, he was looking at you. His eyes scanned over your frame, half sitting, half laying on his bed as you leaned back against the pillows.

“What do you want?” he asked, not unkindly. 

You shifted on the bed, your nails digging into the blanket under you. “I want you.” 

Jinyoung smirked darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, do you? I wouldn’t have been able to guess, with the way you were dancing with every other guy in the club tonight.” 

He’d noticed? At first, it wasn’t intentional. You’d just wanted to dance, but then… you wanted a reaction out of him. You’d just wanted him to look at you, and the way he’d kept it from you made you crazy. 

“I wasn’t—” you started, even though you both knew it was a lie. “I didn’t want them. I wanted you.” 

“Yeah?” He questioned, licking his lips. “What about Jaebeom? I saw the way he tried to get you to go home with him. Are you telling me you didn’t want to say yes, not even a little?” 

You chewed your bottom lip. Of course, you had been putty in Jaebeom’s hands just like you’d always been. You didn’t tell him that you practically did say yes, before Jinyoung stole you away.

“Jinyoung…”

He cut you off. “Take off your dress.” 

It was embarrassing how quickly you obeyed, reaching behind your back to unzip your dress before tugging it up and over your head. You threw it to the side, leaving you in just your lace underwear and bra—a matching set in a soft baby pink color, because you’d secretly hoped you would end up at Jinyoung’s place tonight. 

Jinyoung’s eyes traveled down your body from head to toe, lingering on your breasts spilling out of your bra and the skimpy panties that didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

“Tell me again, what do you want?” 

You shifted, rubbing your thighs together just to feel some friction. You didn’t just want his touch anymore, you needed it. It felt like you’d die without it. 

“You,” you answered, though it came out more like a whine. 

Jinyoung took a step forward until his knees hit the bed, but he didn’t move any further than that. “Can you be good and do what I say?” 

You nodded eagerly, twisting your fingers into the sheets. “I’ll do anything you want. Please.” 

He paused, his jaw tensing as he considered the possibilities. “I want you to slide your fingers down your chest. Right down the center, down to your stomach.”

You did as you were told, letting out a slow, shaky exhale. Your skin was so sensitive, it felt as if everything you wanted was dangling just out of your reach. 

“Good girl,” Jinyoung whispered, his eyes following your fingers. “When’s the last time you touched yourself?”

You swallowed, your eyes falling closed as your hand drifted down, dangerously close to the elastic waistband of your bottoms. “Last night.”

“Take your bra off,” he told you. “Then tell me what you thought about.” 

Once the constricting lace was discarded, thrown somewhere off to the side, you laid back and let your hand return to your stomach, your fingertips drawing slow circles. “I thought about you, the way you pressed me up against that stall and rubbed me through my underwear.” 

“You liked that, huh? Why is that? Touch your nipples for me, baby. Show me how you like to be touched.”

You whimpered as your hand traveled back up to your chest and you kneaded your breast, squeezing your eyes shut tighter. You took the peak of your nipple between your fingers, tugging it and rolling it between your digits. 

“I—fuck—I like when you’re rough with me. When you take what you want, without asking. It’s so hot.”

You could practically hear his smirk. “Who would have thought such a sweet, innocent girl like you could be so dirty? And just for me…” 

“Jinyoung,” you pleaded, clenching your thighs together. “Please.”

“Not yet, angel. First, I need you to get your fingers nice and wet. Use your mouth.”

Your eyes fluttered open. It almost appeared as if he was completely unaffected, though his heated gaze told you otherwise. He was staring at you the way a wolf stared down its prey. 

You slipped your fingers into your mouth, making sure to keep eye contact. You let him see the way you hollowed your cheeks out, rolling your tongue around and between your fingers until they were coated with your saliva.

“Now spread those gorgeous legs for me, nice and wide.” 

He was driving you absolutely mad. There was a distinct feeling of wetness between your legs, gathered in the fabric of your expensive panties. What you wouldn’t give to have Jinyoung’s skillful tongue to clean up the mess…

“Tell me again, who do you want?” Jinyoung asked once more. 

You groaned, hips jerking up towards nothing. “You.”

“Slide your fingers inside your panties and show me how much. Let me see how you fuck yourself when you think of me,” he demanded. 

Your head was spinning as your fingers dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear, dragging down until they met your swollen clit. You moaned at the contact, feeling as if your entire body was buzzing. 

It was a good thing you were so crazed with desire, otherwise you weren’t sure you’d be capable of touching yourself in front of him. You’d never let another person watch you before, but Jinyoung seemed to bring out a new side of you. 

You began with slow circles against your clit, teeth pressed into your lower lip to suppress your moans. The contact was one thing, but the way Jinyoung was looking at you was enough to bring you to an orgasm already. 

“Faster,” he told you. 

You obeyed, closing your eyes as the searing heat in your body started to spread down your limbs. “Jinyoung, I’m not kidding, I could come just like this.“

“Good. Keep going.”

It wasn’t the response you wanted. You’d hoped he would stop you so that he could be the one to take you over the edge, and he would finally touch you. But it seemed he wanted to drag this torture out even longer. 

You whimpered, fingers moving faster against your sensitive clit. Your panties were drenched, you could feel it against the rest of your hand pressing into the fabric, and you knew it was mostly from Jinyoung’s teasing. 

“Please,“ you begged, and you felt as if you could sob. “Need you. Jinyoung…”

“Do you deserve it?” 

“I’ll do whatever-“ you cut yourself off with a breathy moan, hips jerking up into your own fingers. “Whatever you want.” 

Silence followed your pleas. The only sound was the embarrassing, wet noise from your furious rubbing. It went on long enough that you found yourself opening your eyes to make sure Jinyoung hadn’t left you there to get yourself off. 

But he was there at the end of the bed, staring down at you and palming his crotch. There was an obvious bulge pressing against the tight fabric of his jeans, causing your mouth to water. 

“Stop,” he told you, and you immediately ripped your hand away from between your legs. The bed dipped as he pressed one knee into the mattress, then the other as he crawled forward until he was hovering over you. 

You were desperate. Needy. Now that he was so close, you were overwhelmed, yet terrified to touch him first in case he tore it away from you immediately. 

You whispered his name, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths. 

“I’m right here, angel.” Then he ducked his head down, nuzzling his nose into your collarbone before placing a featherlight kiss there. “You want me?”

You nodded, experimentally wrapping your arms around his waist, shaking fingertips gripping onto his back. “I want you, Jinyoung.” 

He pulled away, locking eyes with you. The challenging gaze from only a few minutes ago was gone. Now those brown eyes were only filled with desire.

Again, he leaned down towards you, but this time he was connecting his lips to yours. Finally. He licked into your mouth, already kissing you deeply enough to steal your breath out of your lungs. 

You spread your legs so Jinyoung could settle on top of you, his hips rocking into your core, making you moan into the kiss. Jinyoung pulled away, nipping at your lip playfully. 

One of his hands slid down your body until it slid inside your panties, feeling the arousal pooled there. “Fuck,” he groaned, leaning down to mouth at your neck. “You’re soaked. You need me this bad?” 

You nodded, eyes falling shut. “I’ve been wet since the ride home.” 

Jinyoung licked your neck, right at your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine. You’d both decided to cool it on the hickeys, to avoid any awkwardness in case someone else saw. But Jinyoung seemed to forget this as he sucked and nibbled at your sensitive skin. 

His fingers slipped down to your entrance, not sliding inside but just swirling around the wetness there. You moaned out, lifting your hips towards the contact. “So wet. Just for me.” He whispered into your skin, talking more to himself than you, it seemed. 

“Please,” you begged again, pressing your nails into his skin. “I need you.”

With one more roll of his hips, Jinyoung pulled away, sitting up on his knees to unzip his jeans. He stood from the bed only to remove them along with his boxer briefs, then the white tee you’d been dying to rip off of him all night. You chewed your lip as soon as you laid eyes on his cock, hard and ready for you.

Instead of climbing back on top of you, he sat at the head of the bed against the headboard, reaching for your hips to tug you on top of him. Once you were comfortably straddling him, his cock pressed between your bodies, you couldn’t help sliding your hand down to wrap around his member. 

He swallowed at your touch, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face. Then you were kissing again, your tongue tracing the softness of his lips. You’d never enjoyed just kissing someone as much as you did with Jinyoung. 

As he blindly reached over towards his nightstand, presumably for a condom, you pulled away and looked down at him. “We don’t—we don’t have to. I-I’m clean and on the pill, and I trust you. Wanna feel you,” you whispered, twisting your wrist on the next stroke of your hand. 

Jinyoung raised his brows. “Are you sure?” 

You nodded. “As long as you trust me.”

One hand rested on the side of your neck, fingertips grazing your jaw. “I do.” 

Your thumb swiped over the head of his member, causing Jinyoung to shudder. You resisted a smile. It would never get less satisfying to get a reaction out of him, a man whose thoughts and feelings were almost always locked away behind his stoic demeanor. 

Wordlessly, Jinyoung lifted your hips, reaching down to tug the fabric of your panties to the side to expose you fully. You sat up further on your knees, holding yourself above him. After brushing the head against your entrance a few times, you finally lowered down on top of him. 

You both sighed as he filled you inch by inch. Jinyoung swore and you groaned, your head tipping back in bliss. It had barely been a day since he’d been inside you last, but it felt like the first time all over again. 

As you sank down fully over his cock, you slid your arms around Jinyoung’s shoulders, holding him close to you. Your lips found his again, keeping your moans quiet as you began to rock your hips. You kept him deep inside, just the way you both liked it. 

It was almost too much already; your pleasure had been built up so much to this point that you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached your orgasm. Over this last week, Jinyoung quickly learned all of the right places to touch and kiss, and he absolutely used them against you at any opportunity. 

Tonight was no different. His hands slid from your hips to grip into the softness of your ass, guiding you over his cock. At the same time, he was thrusting up into you to get that one or two extra inches you needed. 

You broke from his lips, unable to help the gasp that fell from your lips as he hit your g-spot once, then twice. “Oh, right there,” you told him, pushing your fingers through his hair and gripping onto the strands. 

“Feels good like this,” Jinyoung muttered, leaning forward to litter kisses along your chest. “Bare. You’re so tight and wet for me.” 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had sex without protection. You’d been on the pill since your early teens, but it had been years since your last serious relationship, which was the only time you truly felt comfortable without a condom. Until now, at least. 

Jinyoung’s fingers dug into your ass, tight enough to leave bruises, but you weren’t about to ask him to stop. You wanted those marks, a reminder to make you blush the next time you got undressed in front of a mirror, thinking of all the ways you’d been touched by him.

You began to lift your hips with a bit more vigor as soon as you felt the heat in your stomach start to build again, your walls clenching around Jinyoung each time he pushed inside of you. The new pace tired you out quickly, though, and your thighs started to shake after only a few minutes. 

“Hold on,” Jinyoung whispered, sensing your fatigue. His hands gripped onto your hips again, lifting you nearly all the way up and off of his cock. You only had a moment of rest before he was thrusting his hips up, hard. 

“Fuck,” you practically shouted, one of your hands slamming up against the headboard behind his head. It was the best kind of ache, stretching you out and testing all of your limits. 

He was relentless with his movements, snapping his hips sharply up into you, sending you hurtling towards your release. You were grateful, as always, that he had no roommates, so you were free to moan and scream to your heart’s content. 

Suddenly you were being flipped onto your back and Jinyoung was even closer to you now, propped up on his elbows above you as he fucked you. The look in his eyes was so intense that you wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. He demanded your attention, as always. 

“Tell me,” Jinyoung started, hand drifting down your body to rub your clit. “Who makes you feel like this?” 

“You,” you answered immediately, reaching for his shoulders for stability as he drilled into you. 

“That’s right.” 

You whined and moaned as he continued, trying desperately to keep your orgasm at bay but you were fighting a losing battle. The searing heat in your belly quickly spread down to your toes, causing them to curl against the sheets as the rest of your body started to shake. “Jinyoung, I’m-“

You were unable to finish your thought as you came, pulsing and clenching around him, eyes squeezing shut. He continued the torturous circles on your clit the entire way, watching in awe as your body shook and tensed with your orgasm. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. “Wanna make you come like this every day.”

Your chest heaved as you came down from your peak, tears stinging your eyes. It was the most intense, mind shattering orgasm you’d ever had. Almost as if the hours of teasing and denial had been worth it. 

Though your mind was practically blank, overwhelmed with the aftermath of such intense pleasure, you still wanted to see Jinyoung achieve even a fraction of the heavenly sensation you’d just experienced. 

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, eyes finally opening to look up at him. “Please, I wanna feel you. Wanna feel you come inside me…”

Jinyoung shivered from above you, his hips still thrusting mercilessly. Your nails dragged down his back, no doubt leaving angry red marks in their wake. Good—you wanted him to catch sight of the scratches and remember this.

“Just a little more, baby,” he muttered into your neck, teeth grazing your jawline, his promise of no visible marks long forgotten. 

You whimpered, oversensitive, but let him fuck you however hard and deep he needed to. When you knew he was close, you pushed one hand into his hair and pulled hard at the soft locks. Jinyoung cursed loudly, his hips stuttering as he filled you to the hilt one last time, repeating your name over and over into your skin. 

His body jerked slightly as he spilled inside of you, a sensation you hadn’t felt in years, but you were certain you wouldn’t go back after this. It felt dirty, but addictive. 

After a long, quiet moment, Jinyoung rolled to the side, collapsing next to you. There was sweat on his brow, trickling down to his jawline. He looked as exhausted as you felt. Just as you sat up, though, he motioned for you to stay put with a hand on your stomach. 

“Don’t go anywhere,” he told you as you laid back against the pillows once more. 

You watched in confusion as he got off the bed, grabbing his boxers to tug back on before he disappeared out the door. When he came back, he had a wet washcloth and a glass of water. He set the latter on his nightstand before he gently began to clean you up. 

“You don’t have to-”

“Y/N, you let me come inside of you. Just shut up and let me take care of you for a minute.” 

The apples of your cheeks flushed. Well, he wasn’t wrong. 

After Jinyoung was satisfied and finished tending to you, he discarded the washcloth in the hamper before he settled back on the bed, laying on his side to face you. His lips were pressed together in a firm line as he chewed at the inside of his cheek. 

“What?” you asked, knowing he had something on his mind. 

He raised his brows. “Huh? Nothing.” 

You narrowed your eyes, then poked him in the forehead. “What are you thinking?” 

Jinyoung flexed his fingers, looking like he was having an internal battle before he reached for you, pulling you close. “I know I was an asshole to you tonight. I just…” he inhaled slowly, then exhaled. “I knew if I even looked at you, everyone would be able to tell there was something going on. You looked so beautiful, and if I had danced with you, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off of you.” 

It was rare for Jinyoung to compliment you when he wasn’t inside of you or about to be, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks once more. “It’s okay. I was trying to get a rise out of you.”

You were grateful when Jinyoung didn’t ask why you were trying to get a rise out of him, because the honest answer was that you didn’t know. The simple fact was that you wanted to make him jealous, even though you had no good reason to do that. 

Jinyoung chuckled. “Well, what do you think? Did it work?” He ran his fingertips down your shoulder, along the curve of your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. 

You scooted closer, throwing an arm over his stomach as you cuddled into him. You wiggled your backside a little, nuzzling your head into his chest. “Considering I never wanna move again ‘cause I’m so sore, I’d say yes.”

He welcomed your embrace, reaching with one hand for a blanket he kept folded at his bed to throw over your bodies. “You wanna stay over?” he asked, lips pressed to the top of your head. 

“Mm,” you responded, with the slightest nod. “I’ll leave early.” 

Jinyoung shrugged and ran his fingers down the length of your spine. “You don’t have to. I’ll make you breakfast, then I’ll make you come. It’ll be a good time.” 

You pressed your face into his chest and cringed, though you couldn’t help the giggle that fell from your lips. “Oh, my God. You’re so stupid.” 

After a few more lame puns from Jinyoung involving fruit and orgasms, you finally shushed him until he allowed you to relax enough to fall asleep. Your body was absolutely spent, and it didn’t take long for your mind to catch up. 

~~~

You woke up to the first crack of sunlight peeking through Jinyoung’s curtains, stealing you away from your peaceful slumber. You hadn’t slept that well in weeks. 

When you twisted around onto your side, you were careful not to wake Jinyoung, whose arms were draped around your waist holding you against his body. He was warm, like a human furnace. 

It gave you a rare opportunity to appreciate him up close. The small bit of scruff on his chin, the way his lips were slightly pouted, how his eyelashes fluttered as he dreamed. You traced a line from his temple down his cheek, to follow the sharp curve of his jaw, until you reached his lips. 

He was beautiful. 

As soon as the thought entered your mind, you felt like you’d been splashed with ice cold water. Two weeks ago, you’d never seen Jinyoung as anything more than a friend. Almost like a brother. Now? Now, you couldn’t deny the presence of butterflies every time he looked at you or kissed you. 

That wasn’t the deal. This was meant to be purely physical—no feelings, no attachments. If you were honest with yourself, you’d already crossed that line without realizing it. Sleeping over, snuggling, and eating breakfast together were things couples did. And you were not a couple. 

Besides, you’d nearly gone home with Jaebeom last night. It easily could have been Jaebeom’s embrace you woke up in instead of Jinyoung. Maybe you needed to back off, re-evaluate this arrangement. 

Somehow, you snaked out of Jinyoung’s arms and managed to climb off of the bed without waking him. As quietly as you could, you picked each of your garments off of the floor and pulled them on, your eyes never leaving his sleeping figure. 

Just before slipping your shoes on at the door, you pulled your phone out to send Jinyoung a text that, with any luck, he wouldn’t see for another couple of hours. 

You: hey, i left early. just thinking maybe we shouldn’t do the sleepover thing again… 

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red hot ice [preview 2]

“I thought your powers were cryokinesis and not charm.”

PAIRING -> cryokinesis!jungkook x fem!reader/pyrokinesis!reader

GENRE(S) -> magic au, rivals au, fluff, action, fantasy, suggestive, angst, crack

SUMMARY -> There’s a very good chance you may not graduate; one, because your Elementals essay due first period is currently frozen solid, and two, because you’re ass at Elementals — a fact that Jungkook only discovers when you storm into his room and reign hellfire upon him for freezing your entire dormitory.

However, using this knowledge to his advantage, he strikes you a deal: beat him in a sparring match and he’ll help you pass Elementals.

Lose, and you’ve just bought yourself a one way ticket to the Formal. With Jungkook as your date.

WARNINGS -> profanity, semi-suggestive content, sword fighting, magic fighting (?), graphic depictions of blood and injuries, graphic depictions of pain, minor enemies-to-lovers, jungkook is a hot mf even tho his powers are ice manipulation, oc is also hot but like literally, because of her fire manipulation oc blushes a lot, oc’s nickname is Firestorm bcs i cannot for the life of me write ‘y/n’, lots of banter, lots of repressed feelings, lots of stupidity, more to be added!

WORD COUNT -> updated to around 20-30k

TAG LIST -> @soobmint @hyuckworld @jenoentry @junepops @aliceu @yanithem @cupidtaes @kookaine @oerangdoongi @ggukkieland @shatzkrinslinzki @geniejunn @maplecornia @travelleratheart101 <3 (let me know if you’d like to be tagged as well!!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE -> hellooo this is the second teaser to this upcoming fic!! (first one can be found here!!)

You make it halfway to the door before he says the words that stop you in your tracks.

"Unless you don't want to graduate, I suggest you hear me out."

You stiffen.

You can study and learn and breathe Elementals until your eyes bleed, but does that mean you'll pass? That you'll get a final grade high enough to tip the scales in your favour? At this point, you honestly don't know. You've been studying and learning and breathing Elementals all semester and yet you're still floundering just below a passing grade. Jungkook's edits to your essay will definitely help to your advantage and might even garner you an A — an A which will definitely pad your grade. But it doesn't guarantee a safety net, and exam season is fast approaching. A knot forms in your stomach.

He's right. You might not graduate.

You're still not sure what the Formal has to do with your mark in Elementals, but you begrudgingly decide to hear him out. For the sake of your grade, of course.

Pivoting on your heel, you fix him with a glare that could burn empires. "You have five seconds to make your case."

His smirk says it all.

"That's a bit much, don't you think?" He saunters over to you; a predator closing in on its prey. "I could recite the whole Elementals textbook and still have time to—"

"Three, two—"

"Lose-to-me-in-a-sparring-match-and-you-have-to-come-to-the-Formal-with-me."

You can't help it— you laugh in his face. "Lose to you in a sparring match? You've got to be kidding me."

"Ah, but I've been practicing. I stand a fighting chance now."

It's true that Jungkook's gotten better in the ring. You've noticed him training more often, his competitive streak driving him to be the best at everything, including sparring. He's filled out more too, evident in the way his shirt now stretches taut across his chest and emphasizes the strong cords of muscle. The added strength paired with his honed skill makes him that much more lethal. Sometimes even, he comes close to beating you.

"You sit a fighting chance, and even then your odds are slim." You cross your arms. "Just tell me why it's so important I go to the Formal with you."

Jungkook stands before you now, and the way he's peering at you from beneath his lashes makes you almost scared of his answer. You can handle hearing his sick, twisted plans to humiliate you, handle knowing he's kept up this pursuit for the sake of his pride.

You can't, however, handle whatever it is that swims in his eyes now. Looking so real and honest and raw.

Jungkook opens his mouth as if to say something.

He thinks better of it with a shake of his head.

"Because," he finally says, "it's high time we bury the hatchet. I think we can go one night without trying to commit homicide, don't you? Besides, it's our last year and last Formal." He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Last chance for me to whisk you off your feet for the best night of your boring, pathetic life."

"So it's the thrill of the chase, then." Something sour fills your mouth. "Last year, last chance for you to secure me as a trophy on your shelf."

"Something like that." He shrugs. Then he grins in earnest. "Admit it. You can't wait to see how good I look in a tux."

You snort. "I'll sever your throat with your tie."

"If I didn't think you'd make good on that threat, I'd say you're blushing."

"Many would pay generously for the Jeon heir's head."

"I have been told I'm rather spectacular in bed."

"You foul mouthed pig!"

You'd honestly meant it as a mere slap to his arm. A teasing one at that, nothing more.

Jungkook, however, somehow reads your stance as full fledged war, and you are none the wiser.

He blocks your hand with staggering ease, sending a swift jab to your gut in retaliation before kicking your legs out from underneath you. The ground slams into your back, hard and solid, knocking the air from your lungs. You're confused and more than a little annoyed, and this clash of emotions drives you to tuck into a roll, twisting back onto your feet and prepared to strike—

Only to be slammed into the wall by Jungkook, your hands pinned on either side of your head, his cold body flush against your own.

A familiar, throbbing ache begins at the base of your skull, though it's nothing you haven't endured before and certainly not the worst you've encountered. In fact, you're more focused on how close Jungkook is and just how wildly your heart is racing. His face is inches from your own, hands still encircling your wrists, and you can feel the lines and dips of his body pressed firmly against your form.

Your magic goes haywire.

He’s too close.

Close enough for you to lose control.

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