#B-JOO

[ambivartence]

sungjoong & friends 🕛✨

for @babytunninjadrac 💕

[petersjdmwife]

Reaction if toppdogg's nakta , hansol, bjoo and jennisi

For @xleeleeboox how they would confess to their crush that they really like:

Nakta:

He was sitting on his room with a rose in his hand and chocolates in the others, when his , friend, A-tom, came in. "Come on hyeong you can do it. just call her/they/he" And he gets up of the room and walk down the stairs into the room way where he finds door, and behind it it's the door knob. "Yah!" he calls you to his house and you dont answer and he says "Open the door! come inside of me!" the door shakes of the hinges. But when he saw you looking so like a beauty doll flower with his shirt on and he put on his favorite shoes to impress you. Finally he has the courage to say "jagi, I've love you" and he and you kiss (if you want).

Kim Hansol:

you were his first friend

he was in the grade

he always liked your face when you were smile, aish this boi

he has the softs for you

MASSIVE uwus

Kim Hansol: how they would confess to his crush that they really like:

Like, when i tell you this boi is head over heels for you xjsdhkxjdks

And he brought you a birthday present of a sandwich, inside it was a note which he confess (cus hes too smol for this world T^T)

literally too precious

SO you immediately said: "--Nae" (yes for koreans but it means no in bulgarian).

,,To have you in my life is the precious moment in the life/world."

B-Joo:

Hello my name is Kim Byungjoo and I am a K-pop rapperstar sensation of the 14 member group - TOPPdogg. But however many people don't know our 14nth member is a secret girl. She's is still a trainee because the evil jealous manager left her behind. We were in the dancing studio practicing our coreographies.

The song was a beautiful song - it was "Awide Awake" by Katy Perry, my favorite singer/songwriter.

when the text was falling from cloud nine and so we would she fall into my arms, then we look at her and walk away then at crashing from the height so i grabbed her by the feet and grab her around and lifted her up. next the text im letting go tonight so i let her go so she drops into the ground into my hands and now the text was yeah im fallen from cloud nine so i settle her down and we walk away But when we were ending the dance while she was walking she's slipped and tripped on the shoes (because she took them off for the dance) and right on cue the manager walks in.

"What the hell are you doing stupid useless trainee Park ____!" and he hits her but i protected her with my body/abs. In that moment I just exploded all over him. "You evil manager shes only a trainee and you treat her like this! Me and my group will leave you understand? If you don't keep threating her like this I will never let you treating! Never letting you hit her because thats what her boyfriend would do and I am her lover so back away now!" And I turned around to Y/n and the music was still playing so i sing to her the words: "Cause baby blow my fire work..." and he kiss her embracing. "omo" she said and manager left the company. And Hansol started clapping B- Joo for him and there was a big celebration with a wedding cake, and presents. and food outside, and A-Tom was wearing dressed up clothes. And b-joo had the his face in the "cake" by Nakta. He was shoving it inside.

Jenissi: he would write the rap for his crush

"Wether it's the future or whether it's my past I know I can very long last Im not Daehwi Im Jenissi Now say my name Jenissi do you take me as youre man and take my Penissi"

(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

And he kiss her/him. And it beautiful.

[polaroid-bread]

Unseen Love | Yanojoo | Seo Sangwon x Kim Byungjoo

Summary: Sangwon watches the one person he loves drift closer to someone else.

Keep reading below or read on ao3 (recommended): https://archiveofourown.org/works/58860856

Sangwon sat in the dimly lit corner of the practice room, watching Byungjoo laugh with Gon. His fingers tapped mindlessly against his thigh, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, but every laugh that escaped Byungjoo’s lips pulled Sangwon's attention back to them. To him. Byungjoo glowed when he was around Gon, as if the world shifted just for the two of them.

"You're staring again."

Byungjoo’s voice cut through the noise in Sangwon’s head, startling him. Sangwon looked up, forcing a grin onto his face, his usual defense mechanism when he was caught in moments like this. The teasing was inevitable.

"Why wouldn’t I stare? You’re practically a comedy show,” Sangwon quipped, trying to mask the aching twist in his chest. “You should pay me for all this entertainment.”

Byungjoo rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in the gesture. "Sure, sure. But you’d probably still be staring if I paid you not to." He turned back to Gon, oblivious to the way Sangwon’s grin faltered when he wasn’t looking.

Gon stood taller than Sangwon, more confident in the way he carried himself. His dancing was smoother, his smiles brighter. Even Byungjoo’s jokes hit harder whenever Gon was around. Sangwon had heard it too many times to count—the playful comparisons that made his stomach twist.

"You know, if you just trained a bit more, maybe you'd be as good as Gon," Byungjoo had said once, laughing. A friendly jab, nothing malicious. But Sangwon had smiled through it, hiding how those words pierced deeper than they should have.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m not quite there yet," Sangwon had replied with a casual shrug, pretending it didn’t matter. But it did. Every time.

Sangwon wasn’t blind. He could see how Byungjoo’s eyes lit up when Gon walked into the room. He could see the unspoken fondness in every glance, the way Byungjoo seemed softer, more vulnerable when Gon was around. And then there was the way Byungjoo recoiled, if only slightly, whenever Sangwon’s shoulder brushed his in the middle of their playful arguments. No skinship. No lingering touches. Byungjoo wasn’t that comfortable with him.

But with Gon… it was different. They touched. They stood close. The casual hand on a shoulder, the way Byungjoo didn’t seem to mind when Gon leaned in too close during practice, or when Gon draped his arm over Byungjoo's shoulders, pulling him closer than Sangwon ever could.

And each time Sangwon saw it, a small piece of his heart crumbled.

-

It was always like this.

Sangwon had learned to live with the hollow feeling, the one that took up residence in his chest. He knew how Byungjoo felt about Gon. He could see it every day—the longing looks, the quiet conversations, the subtle closeness between them. But Byungjoo only ever saw Sangwon as a friend. A younger brother, maybe. Someone to tease and bicker with, someone who would always be there to laugh off the hard days.

Never more than that.

He couldn’t even remember when it all started—when the teasing had turned into affection, when the affection had become something deeper, something that hurt more than it should. Sangwon had loved Byungjoo for longer than he cared to admit. But loving him was like standing in front of a locked door, knowing he could never cross the threshold.

"You okay?" Byungjoo’s voice interrupted his thoughts again. He was looking at Sangwon now, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in that way that made Sangwon's heart skip a beat. It was a look of concern, but it was fleeting, too fleeting to mean anything more.

"Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?" Sangwon plastered on a grin. "You worried about me, Hyung?"

Byungjoo clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Worried? Not really. Just wondering if you're going to survive your next practice. You’re gonna need a lot more work to catch up to Gon." Another joke, another comparison that sank like a weight in Sangwon's chest.

But Sangwon just laughed, because that’s what he always did.

-

Later that night, Sangwon lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his dorm room. His phone sat on the pillow beside him, notifications from the group chat lighting up the screen, mostly from Byungjoo sending memes and practice schedules. The last message from Byungjoo was simple: "Gon and I are heading to the café. Want to join?"

Sangwon had declined, saying he had to study. He didn’t. But he couldn’t be around them tonight, not again. He couldn’t watch them get closer, couldn’t see the way Byungjoo smiled at Gon like he was the center of the universe.

Because it wasn’t just about Byungjoo falling for Gon. It was the realization that Sangwon had never even had a chance. He was the friend, the one Byungjoo could joke with, the one who would never be as tall, as skilled, as charming as Gon.

And the worst part? Sangwon respected Byungjoo too much to ever say anything. He cherished him too deeply to ruin what they had. If Byungjoo was happy with Gon, that was enough, wasn’t it?

But why did it hurt so much?

Sangwon reached for his phone, staring at Byungjoo’s messages before locking the screen again. He didn’t reply. What could he say? That he was fine? That he was happy for Byungjoo? That he wished it was him instead of Gon? None of those words would ever be true.

I can’t even tell you, Hyung, Sangwon thought, closing his eyes. I can’t tell you how much I love you. Not in that way.

He laughed bitterly, the words of the song he'd been listening to echoing in his mind. They weren’t new, but they were true. He couldn’t love Byungjoo the way he wanted. He couldn’t tell him that every joke, every touch that was avoided, every comparison to Gon chipped away at him. Because Byungjoo didn’t see him that way. He never would.

Sangwon turned onto his side, curling in on himself as if that would make the ache in his chest subside. He could keep pretending. He’d done it for this long, right? He could keep smiling, keep teasing, keep bickering with Byungjoo. He’d stay by his side, watch as Byungjoo and Gon grew closer, and continue being the friend that Byungjoo needed.

But at night, when he was alone, Sangwon allowed himself to feel it. The hopelessness. The longing. The love that would never be returned.

And as much as it hurt, Sangwon knew he could never say it aloud.

Because Byungjoo deserved to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with him.

-

Sangwon didn’t know why he agreed to meet Byungjoo and Gon at the café one night. His body felt heavy as he walked down the street, the cool night air doing little to calm the tightness in his chest. It was another act, just like every other time. He was good at pretending. But even pretending had its limits.

He arrived at the café to see Byungjoo and Gon already seated by the window, deep in conversation. They didn’t notice him at first—Byungjoo’s attention was completely on Gon, his eyes shining in the soft café lighting. Sangwon’s heart twisted painfully at the sight. He stopped just outside the door, wondering if it was too late to turn around and leave.

But then Byungjoo looked up, catching his gaze through the glass. He waved, his smile bright and welcoming, the kind that always made Sangwon’s resolve falter.

"Hey, you’re here!" Byungjoo called as Sangwon pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Took you long enough.”

“Yeah, sorry. Got held up,” Sangwon lied, forcing a smile. He slid into the seat across from them, trying to ignore the way Byungjoo’s hand lingered on Gon’s arm as he spoke.

Gon smiled politely at him, as he always did, but Sangwon could see the way Byungjoo’s attention was fixed on Gon, how their conversation seemed to flow effortlessly, with a comfort and ease that Sangwon had never been able to replicate. He was the odd one out, the third wheel, and no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise, the truth hung over him like a weight he couldn’t shake.

The evening went by in a blur of polite smiles and forced laughter. Sangwon felt like a spectator, watching the way Byungjoo leaned in closer to Gon when he spoke, the way Gon’s smile made Byungjoo’s eyes crinkle at the corners. It was painful, like watching something precious slip through his fingers, knowing he could never hold onto it.

By the time they left the café, Sangwon’s chest felt unbearably tight, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed air, space—something to break the suffocating ache that had taken root in his heart.

“You okay?” Byungjoo asked, falling into step beside him as they walked. Gon was a few steps ahead, talking on the phone with someone, leaving them alone for the moment.

“Yeah, just tired,” Sangwon muttered. It was easier than admitting the truth. It was always easier to lie.

Byungjoo shot him a sideways glance, his lips quirking into a teasing smile. “You sure? You’re usually full of energy. Or are you just intimidated by Gon?”

The words were a joke, but they stung more than they should have. Sangwon forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow even to his own ears. "Yeah, right. Who wouldn’t be intimidated by someone who’s practically perfect?"

Byungjoo laughed, but Sangwon’s stomach twisted painfully. He didn’t mean for it to sound so bitter, but it was getting harder to keep the hurt from slipping through the cracks.

"You’re not jealous, are you?" Byungjoo’s voice was playful, teasing, but Sangwon felt the question cut deep.

Jealous. Of course, he was jealous. Jealous of Gon’s ease, of the way Byungjoo’s eyes always seemed to follow him, of the fact that Gon could have what Sangwon never would. But what could he say? The truth was too heavy to spill, too dangerous to let loose.

Sangwon shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Me? Jealous? Of course not. I’ve got better things to worry about.”

Byungjoo didn’t respond, and for a moment, the air between them felt thick, as if something unsaid hung in the space between their silence. But Byungjoo was quick to move on, quick to fill the space with more lighthearted conversation, oblivious to the way Sangwon was barely holding himself together.

-

Later that night, Sangwon found himself standing outside Byungjoo’s dorm. He hadn’t meant to follow him back, but something in him had needed to. Maybe it was the hope that Byungjoo would notice. Maybe it was the desperation to hold onto whatever fragments of their friendship he still had.

Byungjoo leaned against the door, fumbling with his keys, Gon still lingering beside him. Sangwon stayed a few steps behind, watching from the shadows as Gon reached out, resting a hand on Byungjoo’s shoulder, drawing closer in a way that felt too intimate, too real.

Sangwon’s heart clenched painfully. He wanted to turn away, to leave before the inevitable happened, but he couldn’t move. He was rooted to the spot, trapped in the cruel reality of watching the person he loved slip away.

"You sure you don’t want to come inside?" Byungjoo’s voice drifted back to him, casual, but there was an undertone to it that Sangwon didn’t miss. It wasn’t meant for him. It was for Gon. It always had been.

Gon smiled, shaking his head. "I’ve got an early class tomorrow. But… maybe another time?"

Byungjoo smiled back, and Sangwon felt the breath leave his lungs.

"Yeah. Another time."

Now, standing in the cold outside Byungjoo’s door, the weight of those thoughts pressed heavier than ever. Gon reached out and playfully ruffled Byungjoo’s hair, earning a bright, genuine smile from him. It was the kind of smile that Sangwon had always wanted to see directed at him. But it never came.

Sangwon watched as Byungjoo and Gon exchanged goodbyes, laughing softly about something he couldn’t hear. The ache in his chest deepened. Gon left, his footsteps fading into the distance, and it was just Sangwon and Byungjoo now.

But it didn’t feel like it was just the two of them anymore. It hadn’t for a long time.

Byungjoo turned to him with that familiar smile, the one that always seemed to disarm him, but tonight, it only made the pain worse. It wasn’t meant for him—not in the way he wanted it to be.

"You’re still here?" Byungjoo asked, sounding surprised.

Sangwon nodded, his voice caught in his throat. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but all the words he needed to say were trapped behind the wall he had built to protect himself.

Protect himself from what? The truth? The inevitable heartbreak?

"Yeah," he muttered finally, barely audible. "Just… making sure you got back okay."

Byungjoo tilted his head, eyes softening in that way they always did when he thought Sangwon was being sweet. "You’re too good to me, you know?"

Sangwon swallowed the lump in his throat and forced a smile. Too good? He wanted to tell him the truth. That being good to Byungjoo was the only way he knew how to show love—the only way he could without crossing the line, without losing what little he had with him. But he couldn’t say that. He could never say that.

-

Byungjoo’s words echoed in his mind as they stood there in the quiet night. Too good to me. As if Byungjoo didn’t realize just how much Sangwon loved him. As if Byungjoo couldn’t see that every little thing Sangwon did was for him.

But Byungjoo didn’t know. He couldn’t know. Because Byungjoo didn’t love him. Not in that way.

Sangwon’s heart tightened painfully at the thought. Every day, he had to live with the knowledge that Byungjoo saw him as nothing more than a close friend. Someone to joke with, someone to lean on when things got tough—but never someone to love. Not like Gon.

And the worst part was, Sangwon couldn’t even blame him. How could he? Gon was perfect. He was the kind of person who could sweep someone off their feet without even trying. He was everything Sangwon wasn’t.

Sangwon stood there, frozen, as Byungjoo’s smile faltered just a little. But before he could say anything more, Byungjoo stepped closer, his voice soft. "Sangwon… are you okay?"

For a split second, Sangwon considered telling the truth. Letting it all out, pouring every unsaid word into the air between them. But the moment passed as quickly as it had come, and Sangwon shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, shaking his head.

"Yeah," he lied, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside. "I’m fine."

-

The walk back to his dorm was quiet, the streets empty, the night air thick with unsaid words and unspoken feelings. Sangwon’s mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t stop. He had always known this would happen—that Byungjoo would eventually fall for someone else. He had always known that Byungjoo didn’t see him in that way.

But knowing it didn’t make it hurt any less.

In some twisted way, he had almost convinced himself that things would stay the same forever. That Byungjoo would always be his, even if it was only as a friend. But Gon had changed everything. Gon had opened a door that Sangwon had kept closed for so long, and now, there was no going back.

-

Sangwon stopped in front of his dorm, staring up at the dark windows, his chest tight with the weight of everything he couldn’t say.

He had always been the one watching from the sidelines, waiting for something that was never going to happen. He had always been the one holding on, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Byungjoo would look at him the way he looked at Gon.

But now, it was clear. Byungjoo was falling in love with someone else.

Sangwon could feel the cracks in his heart widening, the fragile pieces of hope he had clung to slipping away. He couldn’t compete with Gon. He never could.

And yet, despite everything, Sangwon knew he could never stop loving Byungjoo. He would always be there, always be the one standing quietly by his side, even if it meant watching from the shadows as Byungjoo found happiness with someone else.

He would always love him.

But not in the way Byungjoo needed. And not in the way Byungjoo would ever love him back.

The thought weighed heavily on his chest as he turned away, the night swallowing him whole. But deep down, somewhere in the recesses of his heart, Sangwon knew the truth.

It was better this way. It had to be.

-

As Sangwon walked further into the darkness, he didn’t see the way Byungjoo stood at his window, watching him disappear into the night. He didn’t see the way Byungjoo’s smile had faded, replaced by something more complicated—something that looked a lot like regret.

And Sangwon never saw the tear that slipped down Byungjoo’s cheek, because no matter how much Byungjoo tried, he couldn’t understand why the one person he wanted to notice... never seemed to see.

[junkobato]

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4/11: Brewing Love with Kim Se Jong, Lee Jong Won, Baek Sung Chul. 12 episodes; rom-com.

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[gammija]

i REALLY enjoyed dungeon meshi, it has lovely characters and story and worldbuilding - but some of the posts and tweets i saw about it going in, lead me to believe that it had more horror/tragedy elements than it does. While it does have its more serious themes and dark moments, it fits solidly into the fantasy-adventure genre.

just thought I'd put that out there, in case some of yall following me for tma have gotten curious about it

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[beyourselfchulanmaria]

Art work : 香味 Il Profumo 2021 © Sabrina Aureli (My beautiful, good friend and a talented artist). The work of soul. Grazie 🫶 xoxo

"令人發瘋的是，一種氣味竟然能讓人記起一顆幾乎完全存在的心。那股愛他的味道。 C'est fou comme une odeur peut rappeler au cœur la présence presque entière d'un être. Ce parfum de l'aimer. "

-John Joos-

ps. 比利時作家/詩人 b. 1976, Belgian author and His book - Refuge poétique (autoédition, 2023)

[woodohwanedandproud]

@fire-burning-brighter #a masterclass in eyefucking @ministerofgrace #freak 4 freak @lasenbyphoenix #is their kink crime and punishment #or is it humiliating dad in public? #probably both @trashcanonfire #in front of everyone #you cannot convince me that this wasn't kinky #look at jw. he heard he had to be punished and he got horny in the same second @sunshinesanctuary #not Juwon being so turned on he can barely breathe 💀 #this was practically exhibitionism #they covered a number of kinks here not the least of which was Juwon pissing his father off in public 😏 #his father who had to witness this positively indecent display with his own two eyes @jeffsatyr #God I'll rb this a thousand times #The look of understanding???? #The shared smirks???? #The constant flicker of reporter cameras???? #The gay agenda is thwarting your father by publicly humiliating him at the cusp of one of the most important #Moments in his life by having your dilf bf arrest you in front of reporters #This too is foreplay @heathyr #FREAKS! 🖤💖❤️‍🔥💞💘 #they did that in front of the whole country. kink coded and marriage coded @mountaincats j#yjg's lower eyelid acting really is something here #anyway they're making me insane @berryfineday #friends watch this before it leaves netflix #it is just #incredibly passionate gazes and handholding #with you know #murder and mystery and trauma etc

[svetamillss]

NSFW alphabet with her💋🫦

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

A/N: This is the first time I've written something like this, so there may be mistakes! Inspired by a similar alphabet with Thanos!

💋🫦💋🫦💋🫦

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

After sex, the girl will carefully take care of you. She will help you take a shower, change clothes, and also change the bed if necessary. In general, Hyun Ju is a dream.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

The girl loves all parts of your body, but she pays more attention to your breasts and hips, licking and caressing them, also leaving scarlet marks. She loves breasts and hands in herself, because you pay a lot of attention to these parts, shower them with compliments and so on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Your girlfriend cums inside you or on your stomach, sometimes maybe on your face, but only with your permission.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hyun Joo has long dreamed of fucking you at work. But she is very afraid that you will refuse, and she does not want to be noticed by your colleagues, but, on the other hand, she wants to experience adrenaline.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

The girl had a relationship before you, not very long, but she is still more experienced than you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: she likes to see your face, eye contact is also important for a girl, because through a look she can understand whether you like it or not

Cowgirl: she likes it when you can ride her and she has a great view of your breasts.

When the girl does all the operations, you will learn to do lesbian poses.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is very serious, but sometimes she can joke, especially when she sees your cute face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As a true lady, she always takes care of her hair, so you will always be comfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For her, sex is a very close and intimate process, she is always serious, but also very romantic, will shower you with compliments and also likes to tease you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With the arrival of you, Hyun Ju began to masturbate much less often, except when you are not around for a long time or have not had sex for a long time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cute nicknames, as well as the nickname "Mommy" as you often call it, as well as a kink to your flirt.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She loves classics, so you study on the bed or on the couch, but sometimes you can also do it in the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you put on underwear in front of her to seduce, your dirty talk with her, teasing.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

She will never hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She always gives you everything, but she also likes it when you give her a blowjob.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The girl is often slow and very sensitive, but sometimes she can be rude and fast, but all with your permission.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn't like quick sex, because it's very important for her that you both enjoy the process.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She doesn't like experiments very much, but she can do it if you don't mind it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It can last 3-4 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She teases you a lot, because that way your face becomes even more embarrassed.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hyun Ju is usually not very loud, sometimes she can't be heard at all because of your moans. But if you ask well, she's ready to scream.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

On one of your dates at home, she dressed up in a chic tight red dress and danced for you the best striptease of your life.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

7.5 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, especially when she missed you a lot.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The girl will go to sleep only after taking care of you and seeing that you are sleeping sweetly.

💋🫦💋🫦💋🫦

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: "𝐒𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗…

...Don't you think that's strange?"

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content ahead!, explicit content, dubcon, graphic content, dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, HEAVY degradation, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal sex (hardcore anal btw), multiple rounds, Jaekyung putting it in every hole you have, creampie (anal), insults /nicknames (Doc, slut, whore, etc...)

𝐰.𝐜: 1,2k.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'I see you've made up your mind, doc...'

The husky voice came from behind your shoulder.

'...If that's the case, then hurry and strip to your underwear. Haven't got the whole night for this.'

He wanted to get it over with and frankly so did you. If you could skip to the moment he plows into you like a beast in heat you would. Your self-restraint slipped through your fingertips as you pulled your shirt over your head. As it did for seeing him undress and toss his luxurious bathrobe with no care. He pulled his boxers just low enough for his shaft to bounce free and towered over you with his erection in your face.

'suck.' He shamelessly pressed it against your lips, raven eyes locked with yours. And so you obeyed, taking him straight into your throat.

'See my size, hmm? oughtta get that throat nice and ready, miss doc.'

His girth stretched the corners of your mouth as soon as he pushed it in. The calloused hand grabbed your head and pulled it into his shaved pubes. You could feel his veins pulsing against your throat as his skilled fingers tugged on your locks.

Your chest instantly swelled at the lack of air, hearing him growl the deepest 'Mhh fuck! so fucking tight...'. He yanked your head back at once, almost making you throw up. the shiny strings of saliva still pulled your lips to his still throbbing tip.

'Not half bad, miss. But I ain't cumming in your mouth tonight.' He smirked, chest rising and falling as he tried his best to hold back .

His lips pursed together, spitting a load straight on your tongue and smearing it over your mouth before grabbing your jaw between his fingers with a maniac grimace on his face.

'If only Coach and the rest of the black team knew what our doc does in her free time...' He chuckled and smacked your cheek.

'If only they got to watch 'Miss perfect' slobber on this cock like a whore.'

His vile words jabbed at your pride, almost making your tears spill out, but you still had it in yourself to defy him.

'I'm not the one with the sex jinx...'

'Oh, got ourselves some attitude too, huh?'...

He slammed you down on the bed and sat on top of you, blocking your legs between his and forcing your jaw open.

'Don't try me. I'll fuck it right out of you, miss doc.'

You hated his attitude, or so you thought. Though your pussy clenching at his nasty words suggested otherwise. He flipped you over and pulled your underwear to the side, dragging his tip along painfully slow.

'Running your mouth while wetting your cunt senseless seems quite insencere of you...Don't ya think?' He teased and pressed it deeper against your entrance.

'B-But it's not like that! I'm just...'

A painful smack hit your ass, leaving the red imprint on your cheek. You cried out in pain and grabbed at his arm, your juices staining his perfume-fragant bedsheets.   

'Ah...Mr. Joo!, p-please stop..'

'Aww, got ya begging so fast already? slutty doc.' He lifted you over his lap and thrusted in, ripping the loudest scream from you.

'AH!' You threw your head against his chest in surprise.

He stood up and held your whole body in his arms, bouncing you up and down his length. You felt almost weightless in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and muffling your loud sobs into his neck.

'Mr Joo, s-slower...please!'

'Shush, And hold on tight. Your butt's gonna hurt a bit now...'

He pulled out and gave himself a few pumps before switching into your tiny butthole.

'Sir, wait! I've never-'

'God, get it together now, would ya?' Another spank electrifyed you, making your asscheek all red again. 'We still have a long night ahead of us!'

He hammered away at your stomach, The flush on his cheeks gaining a darker shade. The pain of his reckless thrusts toned down, yet his unmatched stamina had you chewing your poor lip.  

'Mmh who could've guessed? Miss doc's getting her ass pounded like a slut.' He grunted, 'you sure carry yourself different outside this room. hmm?'

His pace got faster as his fingers dug deeper into your poor thighs, panting and groaning against your damp skin.

'Aghh..even I couldn't tell how well you could take cock when I first met you.' You knew he was fucking you stupid when his bitter words flew over your head. your brain didn't really catch a sound. Your senses saturated with him filling you up, till your body almost collapsed under his much bigger frame. His fingers instantly caught you by your neck, pulling you back up to him.

'Arch that back properly! you keep fucking slipping.'

'Sir! when..d-do we get to rest..agh' You could barely articulate from his cock punching your g-spot. And he'd be lying if he said the view of you babbling your nonsense while gushing on his dick didn't drive him wilder.  

'Ever rode dick before?' He teased,

'Cause you'll be the one taking charge now.'

He layed down and folded his arms behind his head, smirking at you as he stopped moving inside.

'Your turn, miss therapist.'

You leaned forward, already feeling dizzy, palms holding tight onto his defined pecs. Then slowly rocked your hips with his, whimpering as your clit kissed his pelvis.

Your skin lit up with every touch of his own, almost as if his touch burned you. His grip on your thighs kept you from falling, yet you still felt lightheaded, almost like passing out. He grabbed your waist again and slammed you shut on his cock with a furious impatience.

'AHH, Fuck!' You mewled as you came on his stomach right away. The shockwaves rushing through your muscles had you crash down over his torso right away.

'Hey. I'm far from done here.'

He lifted you off his chest and placed you under him. And you whined in response, feeling him enter you again

'Get your shit together now. I ain't here to baby-sit!'

His pace got instantly erratic and so did his grunts. Driving you insane with his hands manhandling your back, spanking your ass, grabbing your waist, squeezing your hips and mercilessly tightening around your neck.

'F-uck, I cum inside by the way.' He grabbed you in a chokehold as he pumped his potent seed in your butthole, then grinned and pulled out slowly, whispering into the crook of your neck

'I just made you my cumdump. Congrats, Doc.' you tightened at the sound of his voice,  pushing his cum loads out your hole. He licked his lips in full pride, relishing at the sight of your seeping butt before pulling you to his chest again.

'Oh and just so you know, I never go less than 3 rounds on my matches' eve...'

Your body grew numb, and equally did your brain. Though you knew he had yet to satisfy his desire. You didn't know how much longer you had to go, nearing to pass out on his greedy lust. His rough touches spared no spot on your flesh, his powerful thighs slamming yours in the most feral ways...

-----

...You woke up to the mild sunrays, faint hints of his cologne bringing back the lewdest flashbacks he gave you. He was nowhere to be seen, only a large-sized towel left on side of the bed you believed he layed on.

You grabbed your phone as you slowly regained your senses, seeing a notification on your screen.

'𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞., 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭?'…

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑?...

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

[thepeacepigeon]

The 4B Movement: How South Korean women are leaving the patriarchy behind 

(Getty Images)

In 2016, a 34-year-old man named Kim Sung-min waited inside a unisex restroom outside exit 10 of Gangnam Station, Seoul South Korea. Six different men came and exited through the restroom over the span of an hour, until a 23-year-old woman entered, and Kim proceeded to stab and kill her with a 12-inch-long sushi knife. In court, Kim stated, “I did it because women have always ignored me.” Kim’s actions and thoughts are not out of the ordinary amongst Korean men—violence against women is extremely common in South Korea. 

(BBC)

South Korea has a long record of female subjugation. Between 1953 and 2021, abortion was illegal in almost all circumstances, and current law allows a woman to get an abortion only if she has consent from a male relative or her boyfriend/husband/partner. A 2015 South Korean government survey revealed that almost 80% of women had been sexually harassed at work. A survey released by The Ministry of Gender Equality and Family found that 57.8 percent of women felt vulnerable to misogynistic violence. Digital crime and sexual harassment are extremely common— “molka”, up-skirt photos, and secret cameras hidden in restrooms are rampant, so much so that any cellphone purchased in South Korea has a mandatory chime when photos are taken. The World Economic Forum’s 2022 Global Gender Gap Index ranks South Korea at number 99 out of 146 countries for gender equality. Legislation actively works against women trying to report sexual assault. Men accused of stalking or harassment can “ask” their victims to drop charges, and in 2022 a man murdered his former colleague after she refused to drop charges against him for stalking her since 2019. South Korea has the highest gender pay gap of all the OECD countries—the top wealthiest 37 countries, globally, with women earning on average a third less than men. These alarming statistics have come years after the “Gangnam Station” murder, and South Korean women continue to be targeted for their gender.

(Jung Yeon-Je/AFP via Getty Images)

Despite Kim’s own testimony, government authorities explicitly denied the misogynistic motive, and the prosecution announced that the case was not being investigated as a hate crime. Kim was eventually sentenced to 30 years in prison. In response to the murder, women took to the streets outside Gangnam station and the surrounding areas in protest. The women, many of whom had never considered themselves feminists or activists, but the nature of the crime and the misogynistic motivation, as well as the court's refusal to acknowledge it, outranged them. The murder incited intense debates about misogyny within the country, and the gender inequities women faced both socially and economically. Five months after the murder, Cho Nam-Joo’s novel Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 was published. The book devastatingly details an everyday woman’s daily experiences of nonstop sexism, inequality, and misogyny in contemporary South Korea, and served as another enraging eye-opener that would develop into what would become known as the 4B Movement. 

The four B’s (or “Four No’s”) of the movement represent the four major components that women of the movement are rejecting; Bisekseu (sex), Bichulsan (child-bearing), Biyeonae, (dating) and Bihon (marriage). South Korean feminists define the 4B movement not as a fight against the patriarchy, but a complete step away from it— leaving it behind. In 2017, the Escape the Corset campaign swept across the country. The word “corset” is used by Korean feminists as a metaphor for the societal mechanisms that control and repress women, for example, the extreme and toxic beauty standards. Both 4B and Escape the Corset condemn and reject the influence that beauty holds within every aspect of South Korean life. Pioneers such as feminist author Cho Nam-Joo, and photographer Jeon Bo-ra, who photographed women who shaved their heads in rebellion. Social media has played a large role in the 4B movement, with bloggers and beauty influencers like Lina Bae speaking up against unattainable beauty standards and societal pressures, and Summer Lee who was inspired to cut her hair, throw away her hyperfeminine clothes, and post pictures of herself without makeup. 

(Jean Chung/Getty Images)

Despite increasing conversation on women’s rights, feminism is still considered a taboo, contentious, or even “dirty” word for many South Koreans. It is often associated with “man-hating” and perceived as overly aggressive. The country's current president Yoon Suk-yeol has promised to close down the South Korean Ministry of Gender Equility and Family, and any other organizations that fund or support women and victims of sexual violence, claiming they “treat men like potential sex criminals”. A January 2023 article in the South Korean newspaper The Sisa Times reported that 65% of women in the country do not want children, 42% do not want to get married, and over 80% of those cite domestic violence as their key reason. As a result, concerns regarding the rising average population age and declining birth rate in South Korea have increased greatly. The country's birth rate is less than one per woman as of 2021, and the country saw less than 200,000 marriages. In recent years, the South Korean government has commissioned a number of soap operas and reality TV shows to promote an idyllic view of romantic heterosexual love, and to encourage marriage and reproduction. 

(Yonhap)

The 4B movement and Escape the Corset campaign have had a tremendous impact on the way young South Korean women view the countries cultural grip on women’s appearances and lives. Between 2015-2016 and 2017-2018, Korean women spent over 5 billion Korean Won less on beauty products and cosmetic surgeries, instead investing their money in cars and choosing independence over objectification. The movement is calling for boycotts of any business that uses sexist advertising, and encouraging women to eat at women-owned restaurants, drink in women-owned bars, and shop at women-owned stores—women’s money goes into the pockets of other women. Women’s universities have also been on the rise in South Korea, with most cities housing one or several women-only institutions. Similarly, women’s only spaces have begun to expand, women’s parking spots closer to entrances and exits in parking garages, women’s only hotel floors and common rooms, and women’s only subway cars. These spaces allow feminism to spread and flourish, and give Korean women the ability to find community with other women without the interference of men. 

(Ian Baldessari/CityLab)

Since 2016, Exit 10 of Gangnam Station has become a symbolic site for South Korean feminism. The South Korean feminist movement developed out of particularly misogynist conditions within their country. The 4B movement represents a radical way that women have sought to create an online and offline world devoid of men—rather than engaging in arguments and altercations, they simply refuse to interact with men in every aspect of their lives. These actions have had a profound impact on the functionality of South Korean society and have opened an uncloseable door too the discussion of women’s rights. 

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[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

This is now 4 years old but the point still stands clear as ever ngl

HOW THE HELL IS HE 58

F I F T Y E I G H T!!!!!!!!!

HOW?

[verityasian]

UNCLE JJ X (UNOFFICIAL) GODDAUGHTER JACKIE . . .

SUMMARY

A five year old Jackie decides to go on her first errand and Uncle JJ is being his overprotective self and following Jackie from afar with you on babysitting duty. His.

A/N: I’ve been watching that Japanese tv show where the kids go on their first errands and couldn’t stop thinking about uncle JJ. (I’m Japanese btw. Not that it matters lol)

Jackie stood on the porch in her glittery crocs, purple lunchbox clutched like a sacred artifact. She wore her dad’s oversized cap backward and two crooked pigtails sticking out the sides like antennae. Her face was smeared with leftover jelly and fierce determination.

“I’m weady,” she said, chin high. “I’m doin’ da supuh scawy ewand.”

Everyone froze.

JJ dropped the juice pouch he was opening. “The dock? That’s the mission?! Who approved this? That place has… pelicans.”

“Jackie did,” Sarah said, tying her shoelaces.

“She’s delivering lunch to John B, JJ,” you reminded him. “She asked. It’s her confidence-building errand.”

“It’s death-defying,” JJ muttered, already reaching for his hoodie. “The walkway has splinters. She’s five. Her bones are still made of Jell-O.”

“She’s wearing elbow pads,” Kiara pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said grimly. “If a strong wind blows—gone.”

You grabbed his arm before he could sprint after her. “No. You promised.”

JJ looked like he’d rather be waterboarded.

Jackie turned, completely unaware of the emotional implosion she was causing. “No fowwowin’! I do it sowo. Wike a big giwl!”

JJ clutched his heart.

—

From behind a very suspicious bush halfway down the block, you and JJ watched as Jackie power-walked with her arms stiff at her sides, every step accompanied by the soft squeak of glitter crocs.

She muttered to herself as she went. “Wook wight… wook weft… no caws. Jus’ wiggly weaves. It’s otay. You is bwave. You is mighty.”

JJ squatted so fast behind the bush you nearly got whiplash. “She’s talking to herself. That’s the first sign of fear. I gotta go in.”

You yanked him by the hood. “You’re not a Navy SEAL. Sit down.”

“But her knee’s exposed!”

“She has three Band-Aids in her pocket.”

JJ sniffled. “She’s been trained…”

—

Jackie reached the street corner and paused dramatically. She held up one tiny fist, looked both ways with intense squints, then crossed the road like she was on a secret op.

JJ grabbed your wrist. “She’s… she’s so smol. She’s like a jam-covered soldier of justice.”

“She’s doing fine,” you said softly.

Then she tripped.

JJ screamed.

“She’s down! Man down! I’m going—”

You tackled him by the backpack strap as he tried to sprint out of the bush. “JJ, SHE’S TIED HER SHOE AND IS NOW WAVING TO A DOG!”

JJ dropped to his knees. “This is agony. I’m dying. I need a juice pouch.”

You handed him one silently.

—

At the dock, Jackie marched up to John B, hat askew, red-faced and beaming.

“I bwinged you wunch, Daddy!” she said proudly, holding up the lunchbox like it was the Cross of Santo Domingo. “PB&J, da joos, and I didn’t even cry when I twipped. Also, I saw a wiggly worm and didn’t scweam.”

John B crouched to hug her, smiling wide. “You’re my hero.”

Jackie whispered loudly, “Don’t teww Jay-Jay I feww. He might cry.”

Behind a stack of crates, JJ was already sobbing.

“She’s an icon. She’s my legacy. That worm never stood a chance.”

You knelt beside him, patting his back. “Congratulations. She did it. And you only had six heart attacks.”

JJ sniffled, wiping his eyes with the corner of his shirt. “She’s… mine. Not legally. But spiritually.”

You snicker. “And thank God she didn’t inherit your impulse control.”

[gammija]

musing about what a translation of the silt verses would sound like and immediately running headfirst into the problem of whether and how to translate 'Sister Carpenter'

[prayertogodmother]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒.

You met him at the bus stop that day — and the way you stared at his face, far too long, made him think you were challenging him. So he found a punishment he deemed appropriate.

PAIRING: Dark!Geum Seongje x Fem!reader

WARNING: DUB CON/NON CON | Emotional Abuse | Blackmail | Dirty Talk | Drugging | Alcohol Use | Vomiting | SMUT | Forced Sex | Underage Sex (fictional) | Treated Seriously | MNDI | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat | If there's anything else, please let me know | Don't Like, Please don't Read

English is not my first language. [wc: 4k words ]

Moving frequently isn’t exactly something new for you. Having parents who love their work more than anything else in life has distorted your sense of priorities. It wouldn’t be so bad—if it didn’t also interfere with your education.

Every time you move, you have to leave all your old belongings behind just to fit into the new place. Your already small circle of friends has to be rebuilt from scratch. Transferring to a new school so suddenly is extremely frustrating for you.

Unsurprisingly, almost no school would accept you in the middle of the term—especially during exam season. On top of that, the abrupt move meant you didn’t wrap up your grades properly at your previous school. The school suggested that you repeat the academic year to complete all your credits. How incredibly convenient.

Naturally, your parents had no other choice but to let you take a break from school for four or five months before enrolling you in the next academic year. They didn’t really care how you felt—as long as it didn’t affect their work.

The new house still reeked of fresh furniture. The scent of paint and new wood made you dizzy. During the day, the house was oppressively quiet. You decided you might as well take some tutoring classes—partly to stay occupied, partly as an excuse to ask for extra allowance. You began searching for nearby cram schools, and it didn’t take long.

“Hero Cram School, hm?” you muttered, staring at your phone showing an ad for the place. It didn’t look particularly impressive, but it wouldn’t hurt to try contacting them.

Not long after, the school responded, inviting you in for a placement test. You got off the couch and dressed neatly before texting your parents to let them know.

The test wasn’t too difficult for you. After finishing, a staff member had you wait on the reception sofa. Students were starting to arrive. You glanced at your wristwatch—it had been a short while since school let out.

Some glanced at you, others were too busy on their phones or chatting to care. They looked like typical students. Some even attended the school you hoped to get into in a few months. If given the chance, maybe you’d introduce yourself.

“Hey, did you just take the placement test?” a girl’s voice called from behind.

You turned immediately to see who it was. The emblem on her uniform—your future school. She was someone you should get to know. You nodded slightly and gave her a faint smile.

“Yeah, I just finished.”

“Hope we end up in the same grade! I’m in Class B,” she said, sitting beside you with a friendly expression. “Oh right, I’m Joo-ah.”

Seeing her smile, you smiled back and responded. She seemed genuinely friendly. It wasn’t too bad meeting someone like this in a new city. You ended up giving her a brief summary of your situation. She seemed excited that you’d be joining her school next year, even if it meant you’d be in a year below her.

“Wanna exchange contacts?” she asked eagerly, showing you her social media profile.

You nodded and searched for her username, following her right away without saying much. Just then, you heard your name called—the test proctor summoning you to hear your results and plan your class schedule.

“See you later, Joo-ah,” you said with a smile as you stood up and walked back to the room you had just exited. You didn’t really care which level you’d be placed in—A, B, or C—but in your heart, you were hoping for B, where Joo-ah would be.

The test results placed you in Class A.

The institute’s brochure was stuffed with advertisements for various affiliated schools. You paid the tuition fee that same day by calling your parents in the middle of a meeting—deliberately so, to make sure they wouldn’t ask too many questions and would just quickly transfer the money. Of course, they’d bring it up again during dinner, but that was a problem for later.

The well-bound textbooks came packed in a cloth bag embroidered with the institute’s logo. But if you tried carrying it on one shoulder, your posture would definitely be off balance—the weight wasn’t light at all. Hugging the stack of books and practice exercises close to your chest, you decided the train wouldn’t be the best option. Waiting for the bus seemed like a better idea.

The streets were crowded—students, couples, and… delinquents?

Your eyes wandered across the road, landing on a small group of students loitering on the other side. They wore crimson blazers. One of them stood out with a tiger-print T-shirt beneath the blazer, sunglasses, and a cigarette in hand. He radiated an intimidating, dangerous aura.

Then he looked at you—caught you off guard. His face was strikingly handsome, but that didn’t erase the warning signs written all over him. You quickly averted your gaze, turning your attention to the road in hopes that the bus would arrive soon. You tried to ignore the fact that he was still staring at you.

What you didn’t know was that if you’d looked away even a second later—just one second—you wouldn’t be sitting there so comfortably, waiting for your bus.

Geum Seongje had already memorized your face.

You had gotten quite close with Joo-ah. After cram school, the two of you often hung out together. Joo-ah once told you that she didn’t have many people to talk to, but the reason she approached you that day was because she had seen you when you first came to apply to the school—she remembered your face clearly.

Someone just invited me to hang out with them!

Doesn’t happen often, you know?

You unlocked your phone to find that message from Joo-ah. You typed back:

That’s great.

Where are you going?

But even as you replied, something about it made you feel a little strange.

Void.

Your unease grew stronger when you saw that her friends were inviting her to that place.

Hmm?

A bar? At night?

Eh?!

You’re right!!!

Didn’t think they’d invite me to somewhere like that ㅠㅠ

Do you want to go?

You asked her.

Well, it’s rare for someone to ask me, and I don’t really want to say no…

But going there so late… maybe I shouldn’t.

You stared at her message for a while before replying without thinking it through too much.

Do you want me to come with you?

If it’s the two of us, we can look out for each other.

Really?!!

Let me ask them first!

Love you 🩷

You smiled at Joo-ah’s innocent reply, and could picture her expression in your head.

Let me know what they say. I’m going to bed now.

Mmm, sleep well.

Out of concern for your friend, you found yourself standing in front of a nightlife venue—people came and went, teenagers, working adults, and a few who looked far rougher. You stood there for a moment, debating whether or not to turn around and go home. You glanced down to inspect yourself again—did you look too out of place? A light blue short-sleeved shirt, not too tight or long, paired with a black flared pencil skirt.

Your hand gripped the strap of your brown shoulder bag tightly. Finally, you decided to head inside and called your friend, assuming she’d already arrived and was waiting. Joo-ah said she was standing by the private room where her friends were meeting, waiting for you so you could go in together.

You weaved through the busy bar, surrounded by chatter and the clinking of glasses, until you reached the private rooms and spotted Joo-ah. She wasn’t dressed provocatively either, and her face lit up when she saw you—though she looked just as nervous. You smiled faintly, your discomfort clear. Sensing this, Joo-ah quickly grabbed your hand to reassure you.

“Wanna just ditch and watch a movie at my place instead?” she asked softly, voice tinged with worry.

“It’s fine,” you reassured her. “If it gets bad, we’ll stick to our plan—pretend we’re drunk and bounce.”

She smiled with some relief, then gave a subtle nod and led you into the room.

You told yourself this might help Joo-ah be seen differently—not just mocked and dismissed as usual. Besides, you weren’t the type to get swept along so easily either.

As soon as you stepped inside, the heavy smell of alcohol and smoke hit you. Music thumped low in the background, and the conversations blended into a dull roar. The atmosphere felt like stepping into a mysterious cave, uncertain what dangers lurked within.

Everyone turned to look when the door opened. You scanned the room—your eyes landing on someone at the head of the table. Him. The same guy you’d seen across the street earlier. What were the odds?

“We were just talking about you, Joo-ah~” a sharp voice called out. A girl sauntered over. “Come, come! Sit!”

You and Joo-ah took seats at the table, and things quickly started to make more sense. This wasn’t a casual hangout. It was a group date. You were only invited to balance the numbers.

The stares from others in the room were invasive and uncomfortable—like wolves eyeing prey. But the most unnerving gaze came from the man at the head of the table. Seongje, someone called him earlier. He didn’t leer like the others—but his gaze was far more dangerous.

After a while, the atmosphere clarified. The girls here wanted to catch Seongje’s attention. And this whole “group hangout” was just a setup. You were relieved, at least, that it wasn’t something worse.

“Hey, Joo-ah’s friend,” one of the girls said. “You’re transferring to our school next year, right?”

You turned toward her and nodded slightly. From the corner of your eye, you saw Seongje watching again. You couldn’t read his expression—but whatever he was thinking, it probably wasn’t good.

“Did you know our school has a special menu item?” she said with a smirk. “Right, Joo-ah~?”

Joo-ah nodded, a bit too earnestly. “It’s raw egg and beans. Some people actually eat it!”

“Raw egg… and beans?” you echoed, frowning. That combination sounded awful. Your stomach twisted just thinking about it.

“We even brought some!” the girl chirped, cracking a raw egg into a glass already filled with beans. “If it’s too much, the bathroom’s just outside—turn left.”

You accepted the glass reluctantly, glancing at Joo-ah. She didn’t look too enthusiastic either—probably just some prank. You brought the glass to your lips and poured the mixture into your mouth but didn’t swallow. Who knew if that egg was even safe?

The taste hit immediately—revolting. You stood up at once, rushing out with your emergency toothbrush in hand. You never expected to actually need it. Joo-ah quickly followed, and one of the girls handed her a water bottle to bring to you.

You spat the mixture out as soon as you reached the sink, rinsing and gargling water desperately. Some “special menu item” this was—it was clearly just a prank. Joo-ah stood beside you, face full of guilt, gently tucking stray hairs behind your ear.

“I’m sorry I said people actually ate it,” she murmured. “It must’ve tasted really awful…”

You wiped your mouth with a tissue and shook your head. “If you told me it was just something they use to mess with people, I’d believe it. That was disgusting.”

Joo-ah gave you a sheepish smile, handing you the full bottle of water. You rinsed again, took a sip, then pulled out your toothbrush to get rid of the lingering taste. She stood by quietly, watching. You both agreed—after this, it was time to go.

After you and Joo-ah told everyone you were heading home, they smiled and nodded in understanding before the two of you walked out to the front of the bar. You parted ways there. Joo-ah offered to let you sleep over at her place, but you thought it wasn’t that late yet and decided you’d rather go home.

As you walked along the sidewalk toward the main road, you started to feel strange. Maybe it was late and you were just tired or sleepy—it was hard to tell. Suddenly, your wrist was yanked from behind, forcing you to stop walking. Your unsteady body, already feeling dizzy, nearly collapsed, but you managed to stay on your feet.

You turned to look at the person who had pulled you back. Your face immediately turned pale with shock. The man in front of you wasn’t showing any friendliness—but he didn’t seem openly hostile either. You couldn’t read him at all. You had no idea what he was planning.

“Seongje?” you said, surprised, your voice soft and filled with worry.

“You walk fast, huh,” he said, pulling the cigarette from his mouth with his other hand.

You were startled by his words, but before you could respond, the taller man started pulling you along behind him. Panic surged inside you the moment he did that. You used your free hand to try and pry his hand off your wrist and stopped walking.

“Wait, wait, Seongje,” you said. “Where are we going? Wait—”

Even though you tried to speak up and stop him, his strength overwhelmed you, making it hard to resist. You used all your strength to try to shake off his grip and stop, but it didn’t break free. Still, Seongje actually stopped walking.

“Just walk with me. That’s not too hard, right?” he said in a cold voice, turning to look at you with an icy expression—like a dog baring its teeth at its prey. Just those words alone made you too afraid to defy him.

Wolf dragged you down a dark alley and through narrow streets. Your vision began to darken, and you could do nothing but follow the man ahead of you. Eventually, you arrived at an apartment building. It looked old and worn from the outside.

Seongje immediately pulled you up the stairs—there was no elevator. You had to climb all the way to the third floor. He led you to the corner room beside the stairwell and dragged you inside without hesitation. A shiver ran down your spine at what he might do next.

“Why are we here?” you asked softly, eyes pleading as you looked at him, trying to stay brave.

“To take you,” he answered without a second thought, stepping in to trap you between his body and the wall. His face leaned so close that you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

“You know, I have a rule. And it looks like you didn’t know about it,” he said in a low voice. “Three seconds.”

“What’s three seconds?” you looked up at him, confused. Your back was pressed against the wall—there was no escape.

“I deal with people who stare at me for more than three seconds,” he said. “And you did that. When you were sitting there waiting for a ride, you looked at me from across the street.”

Your face turned pale as you remembered. You thought it had just been for a second, just a glance—and yet it matched his “three seconds” perfectly. Your breath was shaky, your chest tightened. Your heartbeat was so rapid it felt like it might burst out of your chest.

“But you know what? You’re too damn pretty to just ruin,” he said, raising his hand to squeeze both of your cheeks—not roughly, but firmly, with dominance. Wolf turned your face side to side before forcing you to look directly at him. Only him.

“This beautiful face of yours… I can’t get it out of my head,” he said with a chilling laugh. He released your face, then gave it a light slap that left a faint mark, before leaning down to breathe in the scent of your neck.

Seongje bit into your flesh, leaving red marks all over. His octopus-like hand rested slightly above your hip and slowly moved up along your shirt, sliding to explore the skin beneath the fabric, creating a tingling and goosebump-inducing sensation at the same time.

Your hand, resting on his shoulder, tried to pull it away, but since the man in front of you was stronger, your efforts were too weak. A sweet voice protested, mixing pain and pleasure coming out of your mouth.

“You’re more addictive than drugs. No matter how much I take, it’s never enough,” his rough voice said as he suddenly lifted you up. Your hands holding onto his shoulders slid to his neck, afraid you might fall from his grasp.

He walked into his room. No matter how shabby and run-down the building looked outside, the interior decoration made you forget the outside image. He led you into the bedroom, decorated in a style he probably liked, but your mind couldn’t think of anything except the dizziness, making it hard to analyze things clearly.

As soon as he laid you down on the bed, you slowly moved away with the little strength you had, sliding until your back touched the headboard. Your face stared at him with genuine worry and fear, shaking your head slightly to refuse him.

“You’re really hard to please, aren’t you?” he said. “If you cooperate, I won’t do much, just take you. But if you resist too much, I’ll have to make you obey.”

The expression he gave you, even though there was a smile, you could feel it wasn’t a kind or merciful smile. It was a mocking and contemptuous look, not caring how you saw it, as long as he got what he wanted.

When Wolf saw that you didn't reply but didn't dare to move anywhere, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His thick hand grabbed your ankle and pulled it down immediately, then climbed up to straddle you to be under his body perfectly.

"Look at you now, how helpless and no way to go you are." His scary voice said, the hand that slid into your long skirt, sliding your body between your legs, fingers touching from your knee to the inner thigh.

His eyes stared down to examine your face from time to time. Seongje wanted to observe his tiredness closely. His hand slid along the edge of your panties and slowly pulled it down softly, revealing to him what he wanted.

His fingers that teased your entrance playfully, Wolf just casually touched it calmly before trying to insert his finger unhurriedly, testing it. When he found the tightness, he could only smile in satisfaction.

"I bet no idiot has ever touched you like this." Wolf said as he inserted his finger deeper.

You who felt that way, a strange feeling entered your body. It hurt indescribably, but what he did was like a wave that hit the shore unsteadily. The hand covering your mouth prevented any sound from escaping.

“Don’t,” he said as he pulled your hand away from your mouth. “Let me hear your voice, pretty one.”

Seongje started moving his fingers in and out faster and faster. The wet sound came out embarrassingly. Your face that was red and you didn’t even dare to look at him turned away. The muffled sound that you tried to hold in was in your throat, not wanting to scream it out to make him feel superior.

“Stubborn again,” he said. “It’s not cute to lie to yourself.” His fingers that were inside your body inserted another finger to pave the way, preparing you. “Fuck, it’s so wet, so tight. You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

His two fingers moved in and out skillfully. His thumb that was holding onto your pearl circled it, making you not deny how he made you feel. Seongje lowered his face down to inhale your scent, on your neck, cheek, and collarbone, enjoying every second he did.

The sensations his fingers created were creating huge waves in your stomach. Your toes started to tense. Your breath hitches and your grip on bad sheet grows tighter and tighter. The sweet sound becomes harder to hold back with every stroke his fingers give, but then he pulls them out. His face smirks at you.

“The first time should be special, right?” He says with goosebumps before getting off your body. The sound of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper of his pants unzipping.

You know what he’s going to do next. You don’t even dare to look that way, but his hand grabs your cheek as an order and turns to look at him. His cocky smile is assessing you.

Your eyes fall on the shaft that doesn’t seem to fit you at all. It’s bigger than you thought it would actually fit, especially since you’ve never taken it before. Worries rise up in your mind even more.

“It… it won’t fit,” you say in despair, shaking your head slightly to make him sympathize.

“I’ll make it fit,” Wolf says as he lets go of your face. His large hands move to his thighs and spread them further apart so he can manipulate the position.

You feel his shaft trailing along your entrance, where a little bit of juice comes out, inviting him into his thoughts. Wolf stared at your face before inserting his bigness into your body.

His lowered lips touched your chin, bored until they met your lips with lust and need. Your muffled moans reached him in his throat. His hot tongue teased and scooped up the nectar from your mouth.

After he had his hips still in place for a moment, Seongje slowly moved them in and out, slow at first but that was only the beginning. The rhythm started to accelerate. Your hands that were now gripping his broad shoulders dug their emotions through his fabric.

Seongje separated his lips from our saliva that was connected in a line. He leaned down to kiss you again and stared at your face that he had destroyed every time he penetrated. The moans filled the room, creating more fuel for his body every time.

“Fuck, it’s so tight,” he cursed. Both of his hands grabbed your waist and slammed into your body with his desire. His rhythm became more savage, until you couldn’t keep up.

You who were stimulated before started to lose control of yourself. The vagina that was squeezing him tightened even tighter. The hands that gripped the sheets tightly released the tingling sensation. Finally, the pleasure erupted from your body. The sweet moans that could no longer be held back showed that you were done.

Seongje, who felt your tight walls squeezing, also lost his patience. He thrust in and out like that for a while before pulling out of your body and rubbing his shaft a few times before cumming on your thighs.

The hand that was placed on his raised his phone to capture the image in front of him. You were lying limp, shaking and twitching, spreading your legs open invitingly. Your thighs were decorated with his white seed. It was such a beautiful sight.

“One round won’t be enough, right, pretty one?” Wolf said, and it made your spine tingle.

From Emma: The author does not endorse any of the actions depicted in the story and advises readers to use their discretion