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SWIM — Jeong Jaehyun

"Jaehyun visitava você todos os dias. Você adorava ele na verdade, ele era encantador e tinha uma personalidade única. Mas quando você descobriu a verdade sobre ele, já era tarde demais. 𝙑𝙤𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙤 𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚."

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「 As pessoas estavam se preparando para o início da purificação anual, que ocorria há cada uma vez por ano. Já tinha exatos uma década, dez anos, que esse tipo de evento acontecia em todo o país. Desde que os novos fundadores entraram, a lei foi aprovada, ganhando da maioria, não tinha como evitar a vitória. Estava virando uma tradição, a cada ano as pessoas gostavam ainda mais de sair para propagar o ódio e violência. Em um dia, de preferência nos finais de semana, todo e qualquer tipo de crime era permitido por pelo menos oito horas contínuas. Ou seja, as pessoas podiam matar, roubar, estuprar, fazer qualquer tipo de crime que não seriam punidas. Além disso, qualquer tipo de arma era permitida, eles podiam usar armamentos e outros tipos que existiam. Quando mudou-se para o país não imaginou que isso seria real, até se dar conta em um dia, vendo as pessoas ansiosas, outras preocupadas, mais algumas sem demonstrar reação alguma. Mas você ficou apavorada, tentando saber como iria sobreviver a isso tudo, sua imensa sorte foram seus amigos que te ajudaram a passar por isso na sua primeira vez. Agora, já estava acostumada com essa tradição. Já sabia se virar sozinha e tinha muito cuidado na noite da purificação.

Portanto, ver como todo mundo estava agitado, correndo para os supermercados, comprando mantimentos e produtos de todos os tipos, como se fosse o fim do mundo. Seria apenas oito horas, o que essas pessoas tanto fariam? Elas não pensavam em dormir? Descansar? Qualquer outro tipo de coisa. Trabalhar em supermercado te deixava muito atenta em cada tipo de compras, assim como prestava atenção em cada um dos clientes. Muitos deles te chamavam bastante atenção, mas poucos eram os que falavam com você, um deles era Jeong Jae Hyun, um dos seus clientes favoritos. Ele era muito lindo, além de chamar sua atenção naturalmente, sua beleza era notada por todos. Então, foi um privilégio você ter a atenção dele, ainda mais quando ele fazia questão de passar apenas no seu caixa. Vocês sempre conversavam, mesmo que brevemente, ele não deixava de puxar assunto com você, seja qual for.

Nessa manhã do expurgo, ele estava da mesma forma, calmo e tranquilo, com um sorriso no rosto e esperando chegar sua vez. O supermercado congestionou, você estava cansada de atender tantas pessoas, mas feliz por faltar menos de uma hora. Na noite da purificação tudo fechava mais cedo, então além de chegar cedo em casa, você também teria folga amanhã — por ser final de semana —. Quando terminou de passar o último cliente, você logo atendeu Jaehyun, com um sorriso no rosto e te esperando. Na primeira vez que conheceu ele, não foram tão amigáveis assim, Jaehyun era uma pessoa muito séria, intimidava as pessoas em sua volta e não era muito de falar.

Portanto, você falou apenas o básico com ele, sem tentar puxar assunto. Mas com o tempo as coisas foram mudando, além dele aparecer três vezes na semana, também estava começando a puxar pouco assunto com você.Já tinha três meses que vocês conversavam tão animadamente, seus colegas falavam que vocês pareciam adolescentes, com vergonha de convidar um para sair. Mas na verdade você só não queria parecer emocionada, ou misturar as coisas, ele era cliente do supermercado, tinha medo de interpretar de outra forma e acabar te prejudicando. Jaehyun parou no seu caixa com apenas o básico dessa vez, um maço de cigarros, isqueiro e uma barra de chocolates. Ele colocou as mãos no bolso, olhando para você muito atentamente, você sorriu para ele.

— Olá, Jaehyun! Você está bem?

— Ótimo. Que horas você sai hoje?

— Em menos de uma hora, o supermercado vai fechar cedo hoje. Você sabe, noite da purificação. — você passou tudo, mas antes de falar o valor ele já entregou-lhe o dinheiro, uma nota muito acima do valor total. — Por quê?

— Eu vou te levar em casa, vai ser mais seguro para você. — Você travou no momento em que ele falou isso, olhando ao redor do ambiente para ver se alguém tinha escutado. Você estaria ferrada se sim.

— Eu agradeço muito, Jaehyun, mas se for vista com um cliente daqui posso acabar perdendo o emprego. São as regras.

— Não se preocupe, eu vou te esperar na esquina, dentro do meu carro. É a bmw, não vai ter erro. — você tirou o troco dele, mas Jaehyun parou, segurando sua mão antes disso. — Fique para você.

— Mas é muito dinheiro.

— Eu não me importo.

— A viagem até minha casa não vai te atrapalhar? E se não der tempo de você chegar em casa antes do expurgo começar?

— Eu sei me cuidar, não se preocupe com isso. Minha preocupação é com você na verdade, eu vou te levar em casa.

— Obrigada, Jaehyun… Eu tenho que atender os outros clientes. — você ficou envergonhada de falar isso com ele, mas Jaehyun sorriu, mordendo os lábios, ele se afastou. Mas jogou a barra de chocolates na sua frente, abaixando o óculos escuro e cobrindo seus olhos novamente.

— É para você também. Até daqui a pouco, gata. Vou ficar te esperando na esquina. Não demore. — ele saiu, deixando você ainda mais nervosa do que estava. Voltou a atender os clientes, sentindo as bochechas quentes e ainda mais ansiosas para o momento passar logo, queria muito passar mais um tempo ao lado de Jaehyun, tinham tantas coisas para conversar.

Você ficou ansiosa a cada compra que passava, preocupada dele cansar de esperar por você, não queria deixá-lo te esperando. Algumas vezes você acabava confundindo o valor da compra total, outras vezes passava o troco errado e coisas do tipo, só queria terminar logo. Suas colegas estavam percebendo sua ansiedade, às vezes te provocavam e te deixavam constrangidas — uma delas escutou a conversa de vocês e saiu espalhando —. Portanto, quando finalmente o horário de vocês chegou, você deu baixa do caixa e fez as mesmas coisas de sempre, agora mais apressada do que antes. Além disso, pela primeira vez as contas batem e você foi a primeira a terminar e saiu ainda mais apressada.

Não conseguiu tempo de se arrumar, até porque estava perto do expurgo começar, precisava chegar em casa o quanto antes. Você avistou o carro dele estacionado na esquina, como combinado, era uma BMW M8 preta. Era muito bonito e bastante caro. Jaehyun fez um alerta com o farol, ligando o carro logo em seguida, você abriu a porta e entrou no banco ao lado, respirando fundo enquanto controlava as emoções.

— Desculpa a demora, eu tenho que dar baixa no caixa todos os dias. — Jaehyun sorriu, seguindo o caminho como os milhares de outros carros. — Jaehyun, você não precisa me levar. Olha como está o trânsito hoje. Estou preocupada por você não conseguir chegar a tempo.

— Eu já disse para não se preocupar comigo, eu vou ficar bem. — seu olhar desviou por alguns segundos, prestando atenção no carro dele. Até que era bonito, bem arrumado e cheiroso, típico dele, afinal, Jaehyun estava sempre muito cheiroso. — Você vai guiando o caminho.

— Certo, eu não moro muito longe, leva uns dez minutos no máximo. — Você bateu levemente nas coxas, procurando alguma conversa boa, tentando acabar com o clima dentro do carro. — A propósito, eu adorei seu carro, é muito bonito.

— Obrigado!

— Do que você trabalha mesmo? — ele já havia te contado uma vez, mas você queria acabar com o clima.

— Eu tenho uma empresa de investimentos, não fica muito longe daqui. — você assentiu, olhando o trânsito horrível da cidade, Jaehyun mal conseguia conduzir sem parar umas três vezes. Você ainda estava se sentindo muito mal por tudo isso, ele iria sofrer tanto para voltar. Mesmo o expurgo começando apenas às seis da noite, já eram quatro e meia, e o trânsito estaria ainda pior quando ele retornasse de volta para casa.

— Porque você fuma tanto? Eu sei que estou parecendo meio evasiva, mas você deveria procurar uma ajuda, algo para diminuir isso. — Você mordeu os lábios, tentando não ofendê-lo, afinal essa não era sua intenção. — Me perdoe se parece mal educada.

— Você não gosta de homens que fumam?

— Eu não falei nesse sentido, não foi esse o ponto de vista. Eu só fico preocupada de você desenvolver alguma doença, é muito fácil para quem fuma ficar doente… Só isso. — Você se encolheu no banco, evitando de todas as formas possíveis olhar para ele. Jaehyun, por outro lado, acabou soltando uma risada, ele só estava brincando.

— Eu entendi o que você quis dizer e agradeço pela preocupação, irei fumar menos de agora em diante, já que isso te deixa preocupada. — você assentiu, ainda olhando pelo vidro do carro o movimento na rua.

Mas porque ele faria isso? Você só estava preocupada com ele, afinal todas as vezes em que Jaehyun estava no supermercado, era para comprar cigarros, sendo esses dias no máximo quatro vezes na semana. Estava surpresa dele estar vivo, ainda mais sendo tão novo. Se não falhar a memória, ele tinha vinte e oito anos, embora não estivesse velho, você daria pelo menos vinte e cinco. Vocês tinham uma diferença de apenas seis anos, sendo você mais nova, não era lá uma grande diferença, mas sempre pensou que ele gostava de mulheres mais velhas.

— O que você costuma fazer na noite da purificação?

— Eu reforcei a segurança da minha casa e só durmo depois que vejo tudo calmo. Costumo ficar assistindo filmes ou ligando para os meus amigos para saber se estão bem. — Jaehyun assentiu, colocando a mão no suporte do carro. Você olhou de relance para o antebraço dele, as tatuagens nítidas e bem desenhadas, as veias marcando seu pulso. Esse homem era atraente demais. — E você?

— Eu fico com os meus amigos, aparentemente um deles mora perto de você, quatro quarteirões depois. Sempre ficamos na casa dele, aproveitando a noite. — Você tentou entender qual seria o tipo de aproveitar a noite? Com garotas?

— Ah, tipo passar a noite com garotas? — Jaehyun riu novamente, achando engraçado a forma como pensou nisso.

— Não, nem convidamos garotas para ficar com a gente. Ficamos jogando, até a noite acabar. — o constrangimento passou por você novamente, você só estava passando vergonha na frente dele. Se existe 0,1% de chances entre vocês, agora diminuiu para 0,0%. — Tudo bem, eu entendo o motivo de pensar dessa forma, acontece muito quando não se conhece o outro. Acho que deveríamos aproveitar essa nossa aproximação para nos conhecermos melhor, o que você acha?

— Eu adoraria, Jaehyun. Entre nessa rua, minha casa é aquela azul. — você apontou, esperando Jaehyun parar na frente dela. — Eu agradeço pela carona, você poupou muito do meu tempo.

— Quando precisar novamente eu estarei disponível.

Você pensou muito se deveria beijá-lo ou não, por mais que estivesse se olhando, você não aguentava trocar olhares com ele por mais de cinco segundos. E quando tentou desviar a atenção dele, Jaehyun segurou seu queixo, apenas para te puxar para perto dele e beijar seus lábios. Um beijo muito desesperador e com muito desejo, você sentia as borboletas no estômago saindo, como nos livros em que lia. Era realmente verdade! Jaehyun beijava tão bem, você não pensou em nada, ele quem liderava tudo muito bem, estava ficando sem fôlego, mas foda-se, morreria feliz agora.

— Eu vou te ver novamente? — você perguntou, depois que encostou a testa na dele, estava com a respiração tão ofegante que quase não conseguiu falar.

— Com certeza sim. Apenas espere um pouco, amor. Eu vou te buscar… Você será minha, afinal. — Você mordeu os lábios, mas separou as testas quando percebeu que estava ficando tarde. As horas estavam se passando.

— Chegue em casa com segurança, Jaehyun! Eu odiaria que algo acontecesse com você antes da gente namorar. — vocês riram, mas ele concordou, mordendo os lábios. — Cuidado!

— Boa noite, amor. Lembre-se, não saia de casa essa noite.

Por fim, você confirmou, saindo do carro dele enquanto sorria para o mesmo, Jaehyun também parecia muito feliz com aquele beijo. Mesmo sendo algo simples, já significava muita coisa, você estava no paraíso agora, imaginando tantas coisas. Você entrou em casa segundos depois, ainda mordendo os lábios, mas agora soltando pulos de alegria.

— Ele gosta de mim também! — você ainda não tinha essa certeza antes, talvez ele só estivesse sendo legal com você no trabalho.

Mas agora, você tinha certeza disso, ele realmente gostava muito de você. Um homem muito lindo e forte estava querendo você. Somente você! Lógico, tudo isso era de se estranhar, mas ainda estava no paraíso com essa notícia, mal conseguia acreditar em tudo o que estava acontecendo.

Saindo da sua realidade romântica, você fez tudo apressadamente, como tomar um banho, se trocar, fazer um pouco de comida, trancar muito bem suas portas e sentar no sofá, esperando o anúncio do expurgo. Já estava se acostumando tanto com isso, sabia como viver nesse dia, apenas trancando todas as portas e indo dormir depois da meia noite, quando as coisas ficavam calmas. Existiam tantas pessoas ricas, bilionários que valeriam mais a pena roubar, do que uma simples pobre que não tinha nada a oferecer. Você ligou a televisão apenas para assistir o jornal, esse que fora interrompido em instantes para o anúncio do expurgo.

“Isso não é um teste. É o sistema de transmissão de energia anunciando o início da purificação anual aprovada pelo governo dos Estados Unidos. As armas de classe quatro foram autorizadas para uso durante o expurgo, o uso de qualquer outro armamento é restrito. Funcionários governamentais têm imunidade durante a purificação e não poderão ser feridos. Ao toque da sirene, tudo é qualquer crime, incluindo assassinato, serão permitidos durante doze horas contínuas. A polícia, bombeiros e serviços médicos estarão disponíveis amanhã, às sete da manhã, quando o expurgo estará encerrado. Abençoado sejam os nossos novos fundadores, e o nosso país, uma nação renascida. Que Deus esteja com vocês.”

Antes, no início disso tudo, você ficava com medo de escutar essas sirenes, pensava no pior e não sabia se continuaria viva até o final do dia. Entretanto, agora, você não tinha mais esse medo, estava tão acostumada que não se importava com esse expurgo. Se conseguisse se proteger, então tudo estaria bem, bastava não sair de casa e seguir todas as recomendações do governo. Porque iriam querer matar logo você? Claro, nesses dias ninguém se importa com sua classe ou quem seja, mas não tinha sentido ser você. A tela da televisão ainda estava azul, mostrando o relógio de quanto tempo havia se passado do expurgo, e o somatório era de apenas um minuto. Você suspirou, pegando o controle remoto e colocando na netflix, procurando alguma coisa para assistir. Parecia realmente ser entediante, mas muito melhor do que ficar lá fora e morrer de graça. Aqui dentro estava mil vezes melhor. Às sete da manhã tudo voltaria ao normal, bastava esperar e sobreviver mais um ano..

・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Era exatamente meia noite e dez quando a campainha da sua casa tocou uma vez. Você estava dormindo no sofá, a televisão ligada, mas sem nada passando, o filme tinha acabado há muito tempo. Você acordou do susto, olhando atordoada para todos os lugares da casa, encontrando apenas sua televisão iluminando o local. Suspirando, acabou soltando o controle remoto no sofá e se espreguiçando, o sono ainda te consumindo. Na segunda vez em que a campainha tocou, você se assustou outra vez, o silêncio parecia ser bem melhor, além de odiar esse barulho. Com preguiça, acabou levantando do sofá e seguiu até sua porta, olhando pelo olho mágico quem poderia ser uma hora dessas.

Naquele momento, você se deu conta de que ainda estava no expurgo.Havia duas pessoas fantasiadas na frente de sua casa, uma delas estava segurando uma serra elétrica, enquanto a outra estava acenando com a mão para o olho mágico, esperando você abrir a porta. Eles pareciam saber que você estava ali dentro, olhando-os. Quem são eles? O que estavam fazendo aqui? Porque logo na sua casa? Seu coração estava acelerado, as mãos trêmulas e sua mente gritando perigo. Você caminhou para trás silenciosamente, voltando até o sofá para desligar a televisão e pegar seu celular. A casa ficou completamente escura, apenas a tela do seu celular iluminando o caminho.

Você gritou quando eles bateram com força na sua porta, quase derrubando ela. Você esperava que aquelas trancas fossem realmente fortes. Novamente eles chutaram a porta, dessa vez juntos. Você iria morrer! A serra elétrica que um deles usava foi ligada e usada contra a porta, logo, você sabia que eles iriam entrar na sua casa, a porta de madeira não era resistente. A única coisa que pensou em fazer foi correr para o seu quarto, se trancando lá dentro. Por mais que seja uma porta menos resistente, você ainda tinha esperanças de pelo menos sobreviver aqui dentro.

Pegou seu celular e tentou ligar para a polícia, mas lembrou de que agora eles não estariam disponíveis, assim como qualquer outro serviço de emergência. Para quem você pediria socorro? Tentou ligar para sua mãe, mas estava em um fuso horário, agora ela estaria dormindo tranquilamente, esquecendo que dia seria hoje no país onde você morava. E além disso, o que ela poderia fazer? Estava muito distante de você. Seus amigos moravam muito longe, até eles chegarem aqui você já estaria morta. O que poderia fazer? Pular dessa janela? Você olhou para o chão abaixo, não era muito alto, provavelmente machucaria um pouco o calcanhar, mas daria para fugir deles.

Você abriu a janela tentando evitar barulhos, eles já deveriam estar dentro da sua casa e seu quarto seria o primeiro lugar onde te procurar. Dito isso, eles bateram na sua porta muitas vezes, estavam sendo pacientes e te esperando sair dali. Mas você não seria burra o suficiente para esperar a morte tendo uma oportunidade de fugir. Você não iria morrer agora e não iria morrer pulando daquela janela, sua casa não era tão alta assim. Quando você escutou a serra elétrica ligando novamente, essa foi sua deixa para fugir. Não teria essa oportunidade novamente. Então você pulou até o solo, seu corpo colidindo com as folhas e o chão, poderia ter sido uma queda muito pior, seu braço estava doendo, seu pé ainda mais, foi uma dor suportável. Mas ainda precisava ser rápida se quisesse fugir de dois malucos. Alguém teria pago eles para te matar? Mas quem seria? Não tinha inimigos, falava com todo mundo inclusive.

Ainda com um pouco de dificuldade, você conseguiu correr, devagar, mas conseguiu fugir. Agora precisava ser rápida se quisesse mantê-los longe, não demoraria muito para eles te seguirem, ainda mais se estivessem de carro, logo te alcançariam. As ruas estavam muito silenciosas, você estava com medo disso, normalmente era mais barulhenta e nas noites de expurgo você conseguia escutar gritos de socorro. Dessa vez, tudo parecia diferente, esse ano as pessoas pareciam querer participar dessa noite de terror. Isso não era bom! Ou talvez pudesse ser, pelo menos esses psicopatas malucos não te encontraram para tentar te matar — exceto aqueles dois —. Seus pés estavam pedindo uma pausa quando você virou uma esquina, se segurando nas paredes enquanto parava um pouco, a respiração estava ofegante, sua boca seca. Gostaria de pedir ajuda, mas não sabia que tipo de pessoa poderia estar dentro daquelas casas, além disso, eles jamais te ajudariam. Não quando já tinha duas pessoas te perseguindo. Quero dizer, até agora eles não voltaram atrás de você, talvez desistiram de sua pessoa. Isso seria uma coisa boa?

Seu telefone tocou e por um segundo você tinha esquecido que estava com ele, o susto que teve foi realmente grande e inesperado. E querendo que aquele barulho parasse logo, você pegou o dispositivo apenas para ver um número desconhecido. Resolveu rejeitar e continuar caminhando devagar, pelo canto da calçada, virando em outra esquina e analisando a rua. Ainda estava muito tranquila, sem movimento, vandalismo, sangue, não tinha nada disso, para onde exatamente as pessoas estavam indo nessa noite? Seu telefone tocou mais uma vez, te assustando de novo. Era o mesmo número. Quem poderia ser? Hesitando, você decidiu atender apenas para acabar com aquele barulho chato.

“Alô?” — seu coração acelerou quando você escutou aquela voz, principalmente por reconhecer a pessoa.

“Jaehyun? É você?”

“Sim, meu amor.” — você escutou a risadinha dele, mas você estava desesperada no outro lado da ligação.

“Jaehyun, alguém invadiu a minha casa e tentou me matar. Eu não sabia o que fazer e acabei pulando da janela, agora estou ferida, sem saber onde estou e posso morrer a qualquer momento.” — você acabou chorando de desespero.

“Estou indo até você, me diga em qual rua você está agora.” — você olhou a placa que tinha na esquina e disse a ele. “Não saia daí, estarei chegando em alguns minutos.”

“Estou com medo, Jaehyun.” — você engoliu o choro quando escutou risadas e uma conversa vindo da outra rua. Começou a caminhar mais apressada, ainda olhando para trás com cautela.

“Chegarei em dois minutos, querida.”

Você desligou o telefone quando escutou os tiros e as risadas novamente, começando a correr mais apressada para alguma outra rua. Você realmente não tinha noção de onde estava, mas a movimentação começou a ficar pior dali em diante.

Agora você via corpos pelo chão, ou sangue nas paredes, até mesmo carros passeando por outras ruas, pessoas fantasiadas e armadas. Era um verdadeiro circo de horror, isso te deixava com ainda mais medo. Você poderia ser a próxima disso tudo. Não faltava muita coisa, afinal, já estava fora de casa e eles não teriam nada a perder. Mesmo estando longe do movimento, eles ainda poderiam te ver daqui, por isso sua pressa em chegar em outra rua e se esconder, até Jaehyun aparecer. Como ele sabia que você estava em perigo? Ou melhor, como ele sabia seu número? Ele estava perto da sua casa? Não morava longe?

Quando você chegou em outra rua, ficou feliz pela pouca movimentação, mas acabou desejando não dar de cara com aqueles dois psicopatas novamente. A serra elétrica estava ligada e eles estavam usando em uma pessoa já morta, mutilando seus órgãos, o sangue pingando em ambos enquanto riam e faziam novamente. Você caminhou para trás, recuando e evitando aquela rua, mas a sorte não estava ao seu favor quando bateu em uma lata de lixo e caiu no chão, por cima do seu calcanhar machucado. Você sentiu a dor e gemeu baixinho, tentando levantar novamente. Mas o silêncio foi o que chamou sua atenção para eles novamente, ambos estavam com a atenção em você, com um sorriso no rosto enquanto pingava sangue tanto de suas roupas quanto da serra. Nesse momento, você apenas soube chorar e aceitar sua morte, se todo aquele esforço te trouxe novamente para eles, então aqui era o seu fim, só bastava aceitar. E além disso, não estava mais aguentando fugir, forçou tanto seus pés que não conseguia ficar em pé.

— Eu não vou fugir. — você gritou para eles quando eles tentaram correr até você. Seus olhos ainda estavam escorrendo lágrimas e você acabou caindo no chão, não aguentando a dor que sentia. — Não me machuquem, por favor, eu não fiz nada. Eu não conheço vocês. Eu só quero voltar para casa. Por favor!

Você viu quando eles pararam bem na sua frente, os sapatos já cobertos de sangue e as roupas também, suas lágrimas não significavam muita coisa, mas você sabia que iria morrer agora. Eles não tinham empatia por ninguém aparentemente, quem seria você afinal. Você olhou para cima, vendo que um deles estendeu a mão para você, esperando que segurasse, mas não conseguia se manter de pé, estava doendo demais, forçou tanto que agora deveria ter uma fratura. Vendo que você não tinha forças nem para levantar a mão, o próprio psicopata levantou você, agarrando sua cintura com força, como se não pesasse nada. Ele te levou até a parede mais próxima e deixou você apoiada ali, também segurando-o.

— Por favor… Eu nunca fiz nada de ruim, eu não conheço vocês. Alguém pagou vocês para me matar? — aquele que estava segurando a serra elétrica se aproximou também e você começou a ficar ainda mais desesperada. — Por favor, não me machuque. — você segurou a mão dele quando levantou, esperando receber um tapa. Mas na verdade não era isso, ele apenas quis afastar seus cabelos e colocá-los atrás de sua orelha.

Um carro apareceu na rua onde vocês estavam, caminhava devagar e nenhum deles parecia ligar, mas você ficou com ainda mais medo. Não sabia qual tipo de morte teria, mas sabia que não seria uma tranquila. A Ferrari parou bem atrás de vocês e a pessoa saiu de dentro sem pressa alguma. Ninguém parecia tentar nada, era como se eles conhecessem o homem, ou estivesse esperando por ele.

— Te encontrei. — você reconheceu aquela voz, foi o seu alívio mental de que tudo ficaria bem agora. Era Jaehyun, afinal, seu príncipe encantado veio ao seu resgate. — Você ainda foi muito longe, amor. E se alguma coisa pior acontecesse com você? — os dois homens se afastaram de você apenas para deixar Jaehyun se aproximar. Foi naquele momento que você percebeu que tinha alguma coisa errada. — Eu jamais me perdoaria se algo acontecesse com você.

— Jaehyun. — ele te segurou com muita força, não se importando com seu peso caindo nele. Você o abraçou com força, com o rosto enterrado em seus peitos músculos enquanto chorava desesperadamente. Jaehyun não era inocente, estava longe de ser, ele fazia parte de alguma coisa muito perigosa. E o pior de tudo, tinha feito tudo isso para te tirar de casa. Mas a preço de que? Não seria melhor ter agido como uma pessoa normal? Você deixaria ele entrar na sua casa, confiaria nele e jamais desconfiaria de nada. Iria se iludir com uma realidade que não existia.

— Está tudo bem agora, meu amor. Eu estou aqui para te proteger. — você percebeu o sangue que também tinha pela camisa branca dele, sujando sua calça e os sapatos. Você olhou para cima, mesmo com os carinhos dele na sua cabeça, ainda estava com medo, o maior perigo era ele.

— O que você faz de verdade, Jaehyun?

— Eu já lhe disse, amor. Mas para aprofundar as coisas, eu uso a empresa de fachada para tráfico, dinheiro e mais coisas ilícitas. Você não quer saber de tudo, não é? Acredito que não tenha estômago para escutar.

— Você é um monstro.

— Mas, amor, você escolheu dançar com o diabo e deu sorte. Afinal, quem mais iria te proteger em noites como essas? Eu te poupei de uma morte lenta e muito dolorosa, isso tudo porque me interessei em você. Olha só o que eu fiz por você, eu realmente gosto muito de você. Isso não é uma coisa boa?! — Ele encostou sua cabeça novamente no abdômen dele, continuando com os carinhos. — Eu vou te levar para casa, certo? Você precisa descansar.

Você não precisou fazer esforço algum, ele te segurou estilo noiva e levou até o carro dele, um daqueles homens fantasiados abriu a porta para ele te colocar lá dentro. Você gostaria muito de lutar contra ele, de fugir, agredi-lo, xingá-lo, fazer qualquer coisa. Mas se fizesse isso, apenas facilitaria sua morte. Havia três psicopatas em sua volta, um deles com uma serra elétrica e o principal com uma arma na cintura — você sentiu quando o abraçou — e pelo visto, também tinha muitas dentro do carro dele. Muitas armas enormes e bastante munição.

Você o viu conversando com um dos seus homens, mas não durou muito até ele voltar para o assento do motorista e dirigir com seu carro pelas ruas conturbadas. Em cada esquina que passava você via o caos de pessoas mortas, correndo ou apenas aceitando sua morte. Ele segurou sua mão, colocando em cima do console e você deixou isso acontecer, até porque ainda gostava muito dele, não poderia negar. Jaehyun era um homem muito bonito e atraente, quando você percebeu o interesse dele mal conseguia acreditar, e agora sabendo da verdade sobre ele, você também não conseguia acreditar.

— Você passou da minha casa. — você olhou para trás, vendo sua casa se distanciando cada vez mais.

— Amor, vamos para a nossa futura casa agora. Eu e você ficaremos juntos para sempre. — seus olhos ainda tinham muitas lágrimas e agora elas ficaram ainda mais fortes. Você jamais viveria como antes, muito pelo contrário, teria uma vida completamente diferente, ao lado de uma pessoa que poderia te matar a qualquer momento.

Aquelas pessoas fantasiadas passando por vocês sem fazerem nada contra Jaehyun ou o carro dele, na verdade eles pareciam conhecer o carro. Tudo isso era estranho, quem poderia ser esse homem? Porque você parecia com medo de saber da verdade? Jaehyun parecia fazer muito mais do que apenas isso que ele te disse. Onde você estava se mantendo?

— Porque essas pessoas não fazem nada contra você?

— Porque eles fariam isso? São meus subordinados, afinal, nunca fiz nada para nenhum deles me odiar.

Você encostou a cabeça no banco, não sabia se suas lágrimas eram de desespero, sem saber como seria seu futuro daqui em diante, ou pela dor, pelo seu calcanhar ainda latejando. Os dedos dele faziam carinho na palma de sua mão, mas isso ainda não te dava conforto. Você estava ao lado de uma pessoa que não plantava o bem e que provavelmente tinha o controle de uma cidade inteira.

Demorou cerca de quinze minutos até chegar na casa dele, foi uma viagem de completo silêncio, apenas seu choro sendo a única coisa que ele escutava. E apenas corrigindo, isso não era uma casa, ele morava em uma mansão, na parte mais luxuosa da cidade. Algumas pessoas abriram o portão para ele entrar e quando você viu tudo por dentro, seu desespero foi ainda maior, todas as chances que você ao menos pensou em ter, foram descartadas. Tinha cerca de dez homens armados dentro da propriedade, cada um protegendo alguma área ou ponto cego.

Ele estacionou o carro diante de vários outros luxuosos, saiu primeiro e foi até você, abrindo a porta e voltando a te segurar em estilo noiva. Um dos homens dele parecia fazer sua retaguarda, impedindo que alguma coisa pudesse acontecer enquanto ali dentro. Jaehyun te levou para dentro da casa dele em total silêncio, mesmo você não vendo muita coisa, ainda notou como tudo era bonito e sofisticado, uma arquitetura muito bem projetada.

Ele te levou até o andar de cima, mais especificamente até o quarto dele, deitou-a na cama confortável e muito grande, ligou o ar-condicionado para você se sentir confortável. Jaehyun segurou sua perna, descendo a mão até seu pé machucado, onde beijou algumas vezes, não se importando se estava sujo. Voltando até você, ele sentou-se bem ao seu lado, segurando seu rosto enquanto se aproximava, pelo calor do momento, você não recusou, na verdade fechou os olhos e deixou o beijo acontecer. Naquele momento, você esqueceu completamente quem era o Jeong Jae-Hyun que estava te beijando, as borboletas em seu estômago, a mesma animação que teve pela manhã, quando ele te beijou pela primeira vez. Quando você ainda não sabia de nada. E nesse momento, você resolveu continuar esquecendo quem era ele, um psicopata perigoso.

— Amanhã providenciarei um médico para cuidar dos seus ferimentos. Você ficará boa logo, meu amor. — ele subiu na cama junto de você, puxando seu corpo para perto dele e encostando em seu peitoral, sentindo seu calor. — Hoje foi um dia muito difícil, sinto muito por tudo isso. Você precisa descansar um pouco e recuperar sua energia para amanhã. Durma um pouco, estarei ao seu lado até você acordar. Boa noite, meu amor.

Você fechou os olhos, fingindo que isso tudo não passava de um pesadelo sem fim, desejando que amanhã quando acordasse tudo acabasse. E mesmo essa sendo sua realidade, você se perguntou quanto tempo iria sobreviver ao lado de Jaehyun? Tudo isso seria apenas a ponta do iceberg. Você escolheu o diabo para sua vida. 」

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multifandom-re-write-01 · 2 years ago

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Seeing the cute and VERY drunk Doyoung made Nari smile softly behind the cameras. It was time for Doyoung to head home early so he could prepare for the 7am flight to the Philippines tomorrow (technically today since it was midnight), but at the moment, the young man didn't want to leave his seniors.

"I'm not drunk!" he protested with a huff and cute pout, the three senior idols cooing over him while at the same time trying to convince the main vocal to leave.

"Doyoung-ah~!" Nari called out to the man gently in a singing tone. "Come on sweetie, time to go home!"

"Noona!" Doyoung perked up. "Noona, you're here! Wait -" he blinked slowly. "Why are you here?"

"Our manager called me," she answered as she made her way to the four. "He knew I needed to come and help." Because drunk NCT members don't listen to anyone else except Nari for some reason.

"Oh, Nari-yah, hello!" Heechul greeted happily along with the other two senior idols. Nari greeted them back just as happily. "Do you drink well?"

"Uh, I'd say so, growing up in Australia and all!" she laughed bashfully. "But I don't really like drinking a lot in general..."

"That's why I'm here, Noona!" Doyoung slurred, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a sloppy hug. "So you don't have to do it. I'm working hard for us, Noona, see?"

"Yes, I can see, Doyoungie~"

"Y-You work so hard for us already, I wanted you to rest. I'll-I'll help Noona, okay?"

"Aww!" Everyone in the room cooed while Nari simply smiled a closed-lip smile.

"You see me Taeyong-hyung, Johnny-hyung, Yuta-hyung?" Doyoung called out to the camera again. He listed the other members' names over everyone's laughter. "We have to work hard for Noona so she doesn't overwork, ya hear me?"

"Okay, time to go to bed!" Nari announced, wrapping her arm around his waist to help support his weight. "Thank you, sunbaenims, for looking out for him."

"Of course! Of course!" the males nodded.

"Good luck in the Philippines!" Kangta smiled. "Make sure he rests well, yeah?"

"Oh don't worry, I'll look after him. Being their mother is part of the job," she joked dryly.

"Ey, Noona!" Doyoung whined, burying his face in her hair.

"And I hope your comeback goes well!" Xiumin added in with a chirp.

"Same goes to you too, sunbaenim!"

"Okay, you two should go now, I don't want you two to stay out too long," Kangta cut in worriedly, resting a hand each on the NCT members' shoulders. "Go home safely, okay?"

"Okay!" the two replied.

"Come on, you big baby," Nari cooed to the drunk Doyoung. "Let's go home."

"Okay...I love you, Noona~!"

"Aw, I love you too~"

"More than Haechan and Taeyong-hyung?"

"What is it with your feud with them two especially?"

#nct female addition #nct female member #nct female oc #nct 24th member #nari: timestamps #nari x doyoung #nct 127 female oc #nct 127 female addition #nct 127 female member #nari x super junior #nari x exo #nari x kangta

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leejenowrld · 7 months ago

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new me — lee jeno smut

pairing — soft dom! jeno x reader, strangers to lovers

genre — smut, fluff

word count — 12.5k

synopsis — moving to a new college mid-term wasn’t part of the plan, but neither was jeno. all it takes is one tour guide, one party, one shared look, and suddenly you’re in his bed, legs wrapped around his waist, his cock stretching you so perfectly you forget why you ever hesitated. he’s addictive, and the way he fucks you—slow, deep, like he’s already yours—makes it impossible not to fall apart beneath him.

authors note — happy new year’s eve, my loves 🖤 this is my final fic of 2024, and what a year it’s been. my first on tumblr, and i’m so grateful to have found this community and shared my works with you all! consider this a little gift to celebrate the new year and hitting a follower milestone <3. honestly, this isn’t my best work, but who cares—I’m in a full-on jeno head rot. it’s just smut, with a little build-up, but the smut is so soft, so warm, it’s ridiculous. soft dom jeno is at a solid 10000/10 here. yes, oc and jeno just met. yes, they’re already stupidly possessive over each other. enjoy! also this is not proof read.

listen to this song whilst reading !

December 23rd,

The campus was unnervingly quiet, the kind of quiet that made the crunch of your boots against the frosted ground sound louder than it should. Snow-dusted trees lined the sprawling stone paths, and the chill in the air felt heavy, pressing against your chest. Your breath curled visibly as you approached the grand administration building ahead, its towering columns and arched windows casting long shadows against the gray sky. The facade, a blend of historic elegance and modern design, loomed cold and uninviting, its grandeur only making the campus feel more deserted. The email inviting you for an early induction had sounded welcoming, even reassuring, but as you walked through the silent, snow-covered grounds, a quiet unease began to settle in your chest. Without the usual hum of students rushing past, every step made the sense of not quite belonging sink a little deeper.

Transferring to a new college in the middle of the term was far from ideal, but the opportunity had been impossible to pass up. This wasn’t just any institution—it was one of the most prestigious in the country, known for its groundbreaking research and distinguished faculty. Among them was Professor Doyoung Kim, a name spoken with reverence in academic circles. As head of the engineering department, he was a pioneer in his field, renowned for his contributions to sustainable design and innovative technology. His work had been published in journals you’d once pored over late into the night, dreaming of a future where you might cross paths with such minds. This wasn’t simply a college; it was a launching pad for the kind of career you’d always envisioned. Despite the awkward timing, despite the upheaval, the chance to study here—under the guidance of someone like Kim—was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The anxiety you carried was undeniable, but so was the quiet, determined thrill that you were here, stepping into a world you’d only imagined.

Inside, the warmth was faint, and the echo of your footsteps only deepened the emptiness of the halls. When your eyes landed on him, you almost stopped in your tracks. Professor Doyoung Kim greeted you at the main office, standing tall in a perfectly tailored suit that seemed to amplify his presence. His composed demeanor and sharp features radiated authority, a stark reminder of the name you’d read about countless times in academic journals. He wasn’t just an acclaimed professor; he was a pioneer, a mind you had long admired from afar. Seeing him in person left you momentarily stunned, the reality of his stature hitting you harder than you expected. Yet, despite his intimidating reputation, there was a kindness in his sharp gaze that softened the edges of your nervousness, making it hard to feel entirely overwhelmed.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth and professional, “I’m glad you came in today so we could make you feel welcome and show you around—especially on such late notice.”

You nodded, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag. “Thank you. I appreciate the opportunity.”

Doyoung smiled faintly, gesturing for you to follow him down the hall. “You’re an exceptional student,” he added, his tone factual rather than complimentary. “It’s not every year we get someone with your academic track record. We’re excited to have you join us next term.”

You nodded again, your throat tightening as you fell into step beside him. His words didn’t feel like flattery—they felt like a challenge, a subtle reflection of the expectations you carried with you. Years of meticulous effort had built your academic reputation, but the thought of starting over, proving yourself in an unfamiliar environment, pressed heavily on your chest. Confidence in your abilities wasn’t the issue—it was the weight of living up to the opportunity you’d been given.

As Professor Kim walked you through the structure of the semester, your nerves began to shift, settling into a focused hum. He spoke about the program’s intensity, the emphasis on collaboration, and the resources available to students with the kind of precision that made his words reassuring. His voice was calm, steady, even soothing in its way. But just as you started to feel more at ease, you turned a corner and collided with someone, the impact snapping you out of your thoughts like a jolt.

“Oh—sorry!” you stammered, stepping back quickly as your bag nearly slipped from your shoulder.

The person you bumped into barely moved, his tall frame unyielding as he glanced down at you with an expression that was impossible to read. His dark hair fell into his eyes, brushing against furrowed brows, and his lips pressed into a firm, unimpressed line. He looked like he had better things to do, like your clumsiness had interrupted something far more important.

But then his gaze lingered, his sharp eyes catching on the curve of your face, the hurried apology spilling from your lips. The tension in his brow eased, the faintest shift in his expression betraying a flicker of interest. His gaze softened as it traced over you—curious now, lingering just a second too long. His disinterest cracked, just enough to reveal something more, as if you’d momentarily pulled his focus away from whatever had consumed it before.

“Great,” Doyoung interrupted smoothly, stepping between the two of you. “Jeno, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Jeno. He’s one of our top students in the department. Jeno, would you mind showing her around? Make sure she gets the full tour.”

Jeno exhaled slowly through his nose, his expression settling into something impassive, though his jaw twitched slightly. He pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck, the movement deliberate as his eyes flicked from Doyoung to you.

“Sure,” he said, the word falling flat, edged with reluctance, though the weight of his gaze told a different story. His eyes swept over your face, sharp and deliberate, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. The curve of his mouth twitched, the barest hint of a smirk playing there, like he knew exactly what his presence did to you. “I’ll show you around. Try not to bump into anyone else, though.”

Doyoung nodded approvingly, clapping Jeno lightly on the shoulder. “Good. I’ll leave you two to it. Y/N, if you have any questions, feel free to reach out.” With that, he walked away, his footsteps fading into the stillness, leaving the two of you standing far too close in the empty hallway.

You couldn’t ignore the way Jeno’s gaze lingered, his posture relaxed but his eyes anything but. He didn’t look thrilled to be stuck with this task, but there was something else beneath the surface—an intensity in the way his gaze dipped briefly to your lips before returning to meet your eyes. It made the air between you feel heavy, charged, like it held secrets you weren’t ready to name.

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, though it felt deafening in the quiet.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling just into his eyes, and the corner of his mouth quirked up, almost imperceptibly. “Hi.”

The single word wasn’t warm or overly friendly—it was casual, almost dismissive—but the way his voice dropped made it feel personal, intimate. His gaze stayed locked on yours, unwavering, as though he was studying you, searching for something unspoken in your reaction.

“So,” he said after a moment, his voice low, his fingers adjusting the strap of his backpack in a slow, deliberate motion that somehow drew your attention. “Where do you want to start? Library? Labs? Or are we just walking aimlessly?”

“The library,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly under the weight of his gaze. “If that’s okay.”

He nodded, the slight tilt of his head carrying an ease you couldn’t replicate, then turned without another word, gesturing for you to follow. You fell into step beside him, your heartbeat quickening with every silent second that passed. His pace was slow, unhurried, the sound of his boots on the stone path matching your own as the quiet between you deepened—not awkward, but charged, as if even the spaces between his words carried weight.

The campus looked entirely different with Jeno leading the way. The snow-dusted paths that had felt cold and uninviting now seemed softened, the towering stone buildings framing your surroundings rather than looming over them. But it wasn’t just the campus—it was him. The faint brush of his arm as he walked too close, the subtle warmth of his presence despite the icy chill of the air, the way his voice resonated low and steady, grounding you in the unfamiliarity of the moment.

“That’s the dining hall,” he said, his tone casual, though a subtle rasp in his voice made the words feel heavier. “Food’s decent most days. Breakfast is worth getting up for, but lunch and dinner… well, you’ll survive.”

You nodded, your throat dry as you tried to focus on his words, but your attention was pulled elsewhere—drawn to the way his lips moved when he spoke, the casual flick of his hand as he gestured toward the building. His tone wasn’t unfriendly, but there was a distance in it, like he wasn’t fully invested in the conversation. Yet, every so often, his gaze would flick to you, quick and sharp, as though he was studying the way you reacted to him, the way your breath caught or your steps faltered.

When you reached the engineering labs—a sleek glass building that gleamed even under the muted winter light—his voice softened, the shift so subtle it was almost imperceptible. “You’ll probably spend most of your time here,” he said, his words slower now, his gaze flicking briefly to yours before continuing. “Professors are good, but they don’t mess around.”

“Sounds intense,” you said, your voice lighter, though the slight tremor betrayed you.

“It is,” he replied, but his gaze lingered, dark and steady, his eyes tracing the curve of your face before meeting yours with a heat that made your stomach twist. His lips curved slightly, the faintest smirk appearing as though he’d noticed your reaction and found it amusing. “But you look like the type who can handle it.”

The words hit harder than they should have, his voice low and deliberate, laced with something that felt heavier than casual observation. His eyes stayed on yours, unyielding, as if daring you to deny it. The air between you seemed thicker, his presence pressing into the space in a way that made your chest tighten and your breath falter.

You looked away quickly, your cheeks warming despite the icy air, but the weight of his gaze lingered, wrapping around you like a thread you couldn’t quite untangle. There was something unspoken in the way he looked at you, in the way his voice dipped just for you, and it left your pulse pounding in your ears as the moment stretched on, charged with a tension neither of you dared to name.

When you reached the library, the sheer scale of it stole your breath. Rows of books stretched endlessly in every direction, the warm glow of the lights above casting a golden hue across the polished wood floors. High ceilings arched overhead, their grandeur somehow both awe-inspiring and calming. Jeno stepped ahead of you, pushing the heavy door open with one hand, his other casually stuffed into his jacket pocket.

“Best place on campus,” he said, his voice carrying an unbothered confidence that seemed to come naturally to him. He stepped aside, holding the door open for you as though it required no thought, just instinct. “Quiet, warm, and the coffee’s decent—if you know where to get it.”

You stepped inside, the subtle warmth of the space enveloping you immediately. The scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air, grounding you in a way that felt almost nostalgic. Even though the library was nearly empty, the quiet hum of central heating and the faint rustle of a page turning somewhere in the distance made it feel alive. You glanced around, taking it all in, and found yourself speaking before you’d even realized.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, the words falling softly into the stillness.

Jeno’s lips curved, faint amusement flickering across his face as his eyes followed your reaction. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful as his gaze moved across the room—but not for long. His eyes returned to you, lingering, as though drawn back against his will. “It’s not bad,” he added, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk that felt deliberate, though his gaze seemed far more interested in you than the grandeur of the space.

He led you deeper into the library, his steps measured, his voice low as he pointed out various sections. His explanations were quick, almost perfunctory, as though he’d done this routine countless times. But there was something about the way he moved, the way his occasional glances seemed to linger on you before snapping back to the shelves, that made your heart skip.

“This is where most people camp out during finals,” he said, gesturing to a cluster of study tables near a large window. Snowflakes drifted outside, soft and slow, the courtyard below blanketed in white. “If you’re lucky, you’ll find a spot without someone snoring next to you.”

The dryness of his humor caught you off guard, and you let out a quiet laugh, the sound surprising even yourself. His smirk widened slightly, and for a moment, the distance he carried seemed to fade, replaced by something easier, more comfortable. There was a steadiness about him, an unspoken confidence in the way he occupied space, and though your nerves still hummed beneath the surface, his presence made you feel oddly grounded in the vast unfamiliarity of the moment.

Jeno led you out of the library and back into the chill of the afternoon, his steps unhurried as he gestured toward a path branching off to the left. The cold nipped at your cheeks, but his presence kept you anchored, the warmth of his voice cutting through the bite of the wind.

“There’s a café just ahead,” he said, glancing over at you briefly. “If you ever need a break between classes, it’s a decent spot to hide out. Quiet enough most of the time, though it gets crowded around finals.”

The path wound past a small courtyard, snow blanketing the benches and casting a soft glow under the pale sunlight. You followed him, falling easily into step beside him, and for a moment, you let yourself settle into the calmness he seemed to carry.

“It sounds perfect,” you said, your voice lighter now, the tension in your chest easing with each step.

“It’s not bad,” Jeno replied, his tone casual. Then, as though letting you in on a secret, he added, “The hot chocolate’s better than the coffee, though. Just don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected confession, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips. “Noted. I’ll keep it between us.”

The café came into view, a cozy space nestled between two older campus buildings, its wide windows fogged with the warmth inside. Jeno held the door open for you again, his hand resting lightly against the frame as he gestured you in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, and the soft hum of conversation made the space feel alive but not overwhelming.

“This is probably my favorite spot,” he admitted as he followed you in, his voice dropping slightly, as though the quieter surroundings demanded it. “I usually come here before late lectures. Keeps me sane.”

The warmth of the space settled over you, and for the first time since arriving on campus, you felt yourself fully relax. You glanced around, noticing the mix of students tucked into booths and perched at small tables, their heads bent over laptops and textbooks. A few of them glanced up as you walked by, their eyes trailing not you, but Jeno.

At first, you thought they were curious about you—your unfamiliar face drawing attention in a space that likely had its regulars. But the looks lingered, darting to Jeno with recognition and, in some cases, something like admiration. You caught snippets of whispers as you passed, words you couldn’t quite make out but felt like they weren’t about you at all.

Jeno, however, seemed oblivious—or maybe just unaffected. He moved with the same easy confidence he’d shown since you first bumped into him, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders relaxed. If he noticed the way people looked at him, the way their conversations quieted as he passed, he didn’t let it show.

“Want to grab something?” he asked, nodding toward the counter.

You shook your head, still distracted by the way the atmosphere shifted around him. “No, I’m okay. Thanks.”

Jeno only gave you a faint glance, his brows lifting briefly as if to say sure you are, before turning toward the counter. A few quiet words exchanged with the barista, and he returned moments later with a pistachio muffin and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in hand. He held them out to you, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips when you hesitated.

“Take it,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for refusal. “Trust me—you don’t want to miss this.”

Flustered, you accepted the muffin, the warmth of the hot chocolate seeping through the paper cup as you cradled it in your hands. Your cheeks warmed as you tore off a piece of the muffin, the soft, nutty sweetness melting on your tongue.

“It’s good,” you admitted quietly, looking up at him as he leaned against a nearby table.

“Of course it is,” he said, taking the other half of the muffin and popping it into his mouth, chewing with a casualness that only added to the ease he carried. His gaze flicked to you briefly as you sipped the hot chocolate, your eyes widening slightly at the rich, velvety flavor.

“This is…” you trailed off, unable to find the right word, but the awe in your expression said enough.

He chuckled softly, his voice low as he leaned in just enough to make the moment feel conspiratorial. “Don’t tell anyone about this hot chocolate. It’s my secret weapon during finals, and if word gets out, I’ll know who to blame.”

You giggled, warmth curling in your chest at his tone. “I’ll treasure it, I promise,” you said, holding the cup up as though swearing allegiance to the drink.

His smile widened just slightly, a flicker of something warmer passing through his eyes before he straightened. “Good,” he said, gesturing toward the door.

The cold hit you again as you stepped back outside, the sharp air a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the café. Jeno slipped his hands into his pockets, tilting his head toward another path.

“Next stop,” he said, his breath visible in the chill, “the engineering building. Probably the place you’ll end up hating most by the end of the semester.”

You followed him down a narrow walkway, the sleek glass exterior of the engineering labs coming into view ahead. Inside, the air was hushed, the long corridors lined with lecture halls and labs that hummed faintly with the buzz of equipment left running. Jeno’s voice softened as he showed you around, pointing out the key areas with an easy familiarity that made you feel less overwhelmed.

“That’s the main lab,” he said, gesturing through a glass panel at a sprawling space filled with machinery and workstations. “If you’re lucky, you’ll end up with a professor who doesn’t believe in piling on assignments over the weekend. If not…” He gave you a knowing glance, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’ll survive,” you said, smiling back.

“You will,” he agreed, his tone warmer now. “It’s not all bad. Once you get into a rhythm, it’s… almost fun. Almost.”

His dry humor caught you off guard again, and you found yourself laughing softly as he continued walking. The tension you’d felt earlier in the day had almost entirely faded, replaced by a quiet sense of ease you hadn’t expected.

Yet, as you passed by groups of students, you noticed the stares again—subtle at first, but growing more frequent. Heads turned as Jeno walked by, some students offering nods of acknowledgment, others sneaking glances that lingered just a second too long. You felt the weight of their gazes and assumed it was because you were new, someone unfamiliar walking through spaces they knew so well. But then you realized their focus wasn’t on you at all.

It was on Jeno.

He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t change his stride or posture, but the quiet magnetism he carried seemed to draw people in without him needing to say a word. The way he moved—confident but not cocky, approachable yet distant—held an effortless allure, and the attention he received seemed so natural, so ingrained in the fabric of who he was, that he didn’t even notice it anymore.

But you did. And it left you wondering just how much more there was to Jeno than what he was letting you see.

The thought lingered, settling into your chest like a spark waiting to catch. He slowed as you reached a fork in the path, turning toward you with that same effortless composure, his hands still tucked into his pockets. His gaze held yours briefly, steady but unreadable, and for a moment, the air between you felt heavier than the quiet around you.

“Do you need me to show you anything else? Or…?” he asked, his tone calm, neutral, yet carrying an undercurrent that made your stomach twist.

You shook your head quickly, not trusting yourself to say much. “No, I think I’m good,” you murmured, your voice softer than you intended.

“You sure?”

You nodded again, though the look in both of your eyes felt unreadable—something almost feral and dangerous simmering just beneath the surface. The intensity of it made your chest tighten, your breath catching slightly as you managed a soft hum of confirmation.

He smiled then, slow and deliberate, and something about the curve of his lips made the tension between you feel impossibly sharp.

You never imagined your first day at a new college would end like this—naked beneath a man whose body pressed so intimately against yours, his heat swallowing you whole.

Lee Jeno.

His bare skin was warm and firm against yours, the weight of his body grounding you as though he was the only thing tethering you to reality. His face hovered just above yours, dark eyes soft but intent, holding a depth that made your breath catch. He wasn’t just looking at you—he was taking you in, like every detail mattered. A faint smile played on his lips, teasing but tender, as though he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than either of you could admit.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” he murmured, his voice low, his breath brushing your lips. His words weren’t rushed or rehearsed—they spilled out like a confession, a secret meant only for you. “Since the second I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

The sound of his voice sent a soft shiver down your spine, your body arching slightly toward him before you could stop yourself. His gaze flicked to yours, his smile widening just enough to show he noticed. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned closer, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was gentle at first, testing, like he was savoring every second. But as you pressed into him, your hands sliding up to his neck, fingers threading into his hair, the kiss deepened.

You moaned softly against his mouth, the sound escaping before you could stifle it, but Jeno didn’t hesitate. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper, slower, his lips moving against yours with a rhythm that felt intoxicating. His hands slid along your sides, his touch featherlight but warm, steadying you, grounding you in the heat building between you.

“I don’t do this,” you murmured, your words breaking softly against his lips as you pulled back just enough to speak.

His brows furrowed slightly, his expression shifting as his gaze locked onto yours. “Do what?” he asked, his voice quiet but filled with curiosity.

“This,” you whispered, your voice trembling, the weight of the admission sinking into the space between you.

Jeno’s lips twitched, a flicker of amusement breaking through his seriousness, but there was no mockery in his expression—only tenderness. “What are we doing?” he murmured, his tone dropping lower as he leaned closer, his forehead brushing yours. “I’m not even—fuck—I haven’t even been inside you yet. All we’re doing is kissing.”

“That still means a lot to me,” you admitted, your voice quiet but firm, your eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that left you feeling bare in a way his touch never could.

His smirk softened, his expression melting into something warmer, more open. “Me too,” he said softly, his voice brushing against your skin as his hand moved to cradle your jaw. His thumb swept along your cheek as he kissed you again, slower this time, pouring everything unspoken into the touch of his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, your hands slipping down to rest against his shoulders, tracing the curve of his muscles as your lips moved together. “Can we just… kiss for now?” you murmured between breaths, your voice tinged with hesitance but steady. “I’m not—I’m not ready for more yet.”

Jeno pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours as his hand slid down to rest against your waist. “Of course,” he said, his tone soft and filled with understanding, the words settling between you like a promise.

A faint laugh escaped his lips, the sound low and warm, as his forehead rested lightly against yours. You swallowed, your cheeks flushed as you took in the softness in his gaze, his warmth grounding you.

“I thought I was ready to fuck,” you whispered, the words spilling out before you could stop them. Your voice was quiet, trembling slightly, but the truth of it lingered heavily in the space between you. “But I’m not.”

Jeno paused, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that softened almost immediately into understanding. His thumb brushed gently against your jaw, his touch steady and comforting.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “that’s okay.” His lips curved into a faint smile, and he leaned in, brushing the lightest kiss against your forehead before returning to hover just above your lips. “I get it. We’ll go slow. Whatever you want.”

The two of you melted into each other, the weight of your bodies pressed together as you kissed deeply. Jeno’s hands roamed lightly over your skin, not demanding, but exploring, each touch deliberate and careful. His fingertips grazed your sides, his palms warm against your waist as his lips moved against yours in a rhythm that felt unending.

Soft moans escaped both of you, the sounds mixing with the faint rustle of the sheets as you shifted closer, your bodies aligning instinctively. His lips traveled down to your jaw, brushing kisses along the curve before returning to your mouth, capturing you in another deep kiss that left your head spinning.

He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing yours as he smiled—a soft, almost shy smile that felt intimate in a way words couldn’t capture. And when you smiled back, his eyes flicked to your lips, his breath catching as though he couldn’t look away.

Time faded as you made out with him, your hands exploring the lines of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, while his touch mirrored yours with the same careful reverence. It wasn’t about rushing toward something more—it was about this, the closeness, the heat, the way his lips felt like they could drown out the rest of the world.

Between kisses, his lips brushed against yours in a pause, his voice soft and low. “I hope I’ve helped you settle in,” he murmured, the words carrying a quiet warmth that sent a shiver through you.

Your breath hitched, and you managed a faint, breathless laugh, leaning into him as your fingers tangled in his hair. “You have,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you kissed him again, pouring the weight of your gratitude and everything unspoken into the connection.

December 31st

The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the apartment’s sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You sat cross-legged on your bed, staring at the few clothes you’d pulled from your closet and thrown across the mattress. None of them felt right, and the familiar swirl of hesitation churned in your stomach.

Chaewon, your roommate, was perched on the arm of the couch in the corner, flipping through her phone but stealing occasional glances at you. She’d been patient—so sweet and supportive since you moved in—but her enthusiasm for the night ahead was clear.

“You know,” she began, her voice light and playful, “you’ve been staring at the same pile of clothes for the past ten minutes.”

You groaned softly, leaning back on your hands. “Nothing feels… right. I don’t know what to wear.”

Chaewon set her phone down and came over, her steps light against the hardwood floors. “It’s just a party,” she said, sitting at the edge of your bed and reaching for one of the sweaters you’d discarded. “You’re overthinking it.”

“I know,” you admitted, sighing. “I just—I don’t want to feel out of place.”

“You won’t,” she said, her tone reassuring but not dismissive. She pulled out a plaid skirt you hadn’t touched in months and held it up, eyeing it critically. “What about this? With that cardigan you wore last week—the cute one with the buttons?”

You tilted your head, considering it. “You think that’s okay?”

“More than okay,” she said, smiling as she laid the pieces next to each other. “It’s adorable, but not over the top. It’s perfect for New Year’s.”

You hesitated, your hands brushing over the fabric of the skirt. “I don’t know… it feels like a lot.”

“It’s not,” she insisted, her voice warm but firm. “It’s fun and cute and still very you. Trust me on this.”

Something about her tone made you relax a little. Chaewon had a way of making things seem easier, simpler, like the world didn’t have to feel so complicated all the time. You nodded, picking up the skirt and standing to hold it against yourself.

“Okay,” you said, glancing at her. “I’ll give it a shot.”

“Good choice,” she said, grinning.

The next half hour passed in a calm, comfortable rhythm. You changed into the outfit she’d suggested, smoothing the hem of the skirt and adjusting the cardigan over your shoulders. The warmth of the wool felt grounding, and when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you didn’t hate what you saw.

Chaewon was busy slipping into her own dress, a sleek black number that hugged her frame perfectly. She paired it with boots that gave her just enough height to make her stride commanding but not intimidating.

“You look amazing,” you said without thinking, and Chaewon laughed, a soft, genuine sound.

“Thanks,” she said, running her hands over the fabric. “You do too, by the way.”

You smiled, fiddling with the buttons on your cardigan. “I don’t know if I feel ready for this.”

“You don’t have to be ready,” she said, her voice gentle as she stepped closer. “You just have to go. Try to have fun. That’s all that matters tonight.”

The simplicity of her words made you pause. She wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding anything of you—just encouraging you to take a small step out of your comfort zone.

“Thanks, Chaewon,” you said softly, your voice carrying more gratitude than you could put into words.

She shrugged, her smile easy and warm. “That’s what roommates are for.”

You both finished getting ready in companionable silence, the occasional murmur of shared thoughts filling the space. When you sat on the edge of your bed to lace up your boots, Chaewon glanced over at you again.

“Okay, be honest,” she said, tilting her head as she studied you. “Do you feel good?”

You thought about it, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your skirt. “Yeah,” you said after a moment, surprised by how true it felt. “I think I do.”

“Good,” she said, her grin widening. She grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair and threw it on. “Because tonight is going to be fun. I promise.”

Her optimism was infectious, and as you grabbed your own coat and followed her to the door, you found yourself starting to believe her. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You needed optimism. You needed something to distract you from the quiet storm that had been swirling in your mind ever since that night. You hadn’t told Chaewon about Jeno, about how he’d stayed at your apartment, how the two of you had crossed boundaries you hadn’t even known you were capable of crossing. It wasn’t something you did—hooking up with someone you’d barely met felt entirely too intimate, too raw, too unfamiliar.

And yet, it had happened. You could still feel the weight of his hands on your hips, the way his lips moved against yours like he was trying to memorize every second. It had been so much more than you expected—charged, overwhelming, and impossibly tender.

Maybe that was why you hadn’t reached out to him. The feelings it stirred in you were too intense, too complicated to sort through. You didn’t even know where you would begin if you tried to explain it to Chaewon. So, you’d kept it to yourself, burying it under the routine of settling into your new life here.

But as you walked out the door into the crisp evening air, you couldn’t help but wonder if the memory of him would follow you tonight. Would the warmth of his voice, the heat of his gaze, creep back in when you least expected it? You shook the thought away, determined to focus on the present, to let Chaewon’s easy laughter and excitement pull you into something lighter, something that didn’t weigh so heavily on your chest.

For now, you just needed to keep moving forward.

The Uber ride was quiet except for Chaewon humming softly to her playlist, tapping her fingers against her thigh to the beat. You stared out the window, the dim city lights reflecting faintly in the glass, a small pit of nervousness forming in your stomach. Chaewon had been so excited about tonight, her enthusiasm almost contagious, but as you neared the house, the faint pulse of music vibrating through the cold air made you grip your coat tighter.

“You’ll be fine,” Chaewon said suddenly, breaking the silence. She turned to you with a knowing smile, as if she could read your thoughts.

“I didn’t say anything,” you replied, glancing at her.

“Your face did,” she shot back, her tone light but laced with warmth. “Look, it’s just a party. You don’t have to love it, but you do have to at least pretend to try.”

You sighed, sinking back into your seat. “You sound like my mom,” you muttered, earning a laugh from her.

“Good. Then maybe you’ll listen,” she teased, nudging your arm gently.

By the time the car pulled up in front of the house, the music was pounding, loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Chaewon opened her door eagerly, stepping out and holding it open for you as she gestured toward the sprawling house.

“Here we go,” she said brightly.

The house was chaos. People spilled out onto the lawn, some holding red cups, others perched on the porch steps laughing or smoking. Inside, the energy was even more overwhelming—music thumped from every corner, the floor vibrating with the bass as a sea of bodies danced, talked, or hovered around the kitchen counters stacked with bottles.

“This is insane,” you murmured, your eyes darting around the packed living room.

Chaewon grabbed your arm gently, steering you through the crowd. “It’s college. Welcome to your first real party.”

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and faint traces of weed. Every corner seemed occupied—people were dancing with abandon in the middle of the room, making out in the dimly lit hallway, or lounging on the staircase like they owned the place.

You felt entirely out of place, gripping the plastic cup Chaewon had handed you so tightly that your knuckles whitened. She, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, weaving through the crowd like she belonged there, greeting people with quick hugs and easy smiles.

“Relax,” she said over her shoulder, noticing your stiff posture. “You’re not going to bite anyone.”

You tried to force a smile, the knot in your stomach tightening as you glanced around again. “I don’t know if I can do this,” you admitted.

“Of course, you can,” she replied, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. “Just breathe. Parties are about letting loose—not thinking too much. You’ve got this.”

“Whose party is this, anyway?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Lee Jeno’s,” she said casually, but her grin widened as she saw your expression shift.

“Jeno,” you both said at the same time, though your voice was softer, more disbelieving.

Your eyes scanned the room again, and then you saw him.

Jeno stood near the staircase, his presence commanding without even trying. His dark hair was effortlessly tousled, framing sharp features that seemed almost unfairly perfect under the dim lighting. He wore a plain white shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to the defined lines of his chest and shoulders, the faint outline of muscle visible every time he shifted. His black trousers hung low on his hips, loose but just fitted enough to hint at the lean strength of his frame, his entire demeanor radiating a casual confidence that made it impossible to look away.

He was surrounded by people, their laughter too loud, their smiles too eager, as though just being near him was enough. And yet, his gaze seemed distant, uninterested in the crowd orbiting him like moths to a flame, making his magnetism even harder to ignore.

The room around you seemed to dissolve the moment his gaze found yours, the faintest flicker of recognition sparking in his dark eyes. His smile pulled at the corner of his lips slowly, as if he was savoring the moment, deliberate and laced with something you couldn’t name. He leaned closer to the group he was with, murmuring a few words that had them nodding, though his focus didn’t waver from you.

Each step he took in your direction felt unhurried yet purposeful, his frame cutting through the crowd with an ease that drew glances and whispers. His shirt clung lightly to the defined curve of his chest, his shoulders moving fluidly under the fabric. When he stopped in front of you, his eyes lingered, sweeping over your face in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Hi,” you murmured, your voice barely audible, yet his lips twitched, like he’d heard every syllable.

“Hi,” he replied, his tone soft, the single word brushing the air between you like a touch. His gaze flicked to your mouth for a brief second before returning to your eyes, a question hanging unspoken.

He tilted his head, his expression calm but intent, the faintest crease forming between his brows. His voice dipped lower, quieter, as he spoke. “You haven’t answered any of my messages.”

Your heart jumped, the guilt bubbling up before you could stop it. “I know,” you murmured, looking down at your drink. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to say.”

Jeno’s expression softened, though the intensity of his gaze didn’t waver. “You could’ve started with ‘hi,’” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You let out a shaky laugh, lifting your eyes to meet his again. “I guess I could have,” you admitted quietly.

His eyes moved over you slowly, unhurried but purposeful, as though he was trying to memorize every detail. When his gaze finally met yours again, his teeth caught his bottom lip, a subtle movement that only emphasized the tension etched into his expression. There was no smirk, no teasing glint in his eyes—just something raw and unfiltered that made your heart lurch.

“You look pretty,” he said, his voice low and steady, each word carrying a quiet conviction that left no room for doubt. His lips parted slightly as though he might say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he held your gaze, his eyes locked on yours like he was waiting for your reaction, waiting for you to understand just how much he meant it.

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the compliment. “Mmm, you look good too,” you said, your tone soft and unsteady as your eyes roamed over him.

He smiled, the corner of his mouth tugging upward just enough to reveal a hint of mischief. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice quiet but deliberate.

“Me too,” you replied, though the words felt heavy on your tongue.

He chuckled, leaning slightly closer. “You sure? Doesn’t sound like you’re having fun.”

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “This party isn’t really… my thing,” you admitted.

Jeno placed a hand over his chest, feigning a dramatic wince. “Ouch.”

“No!” you said quickly, laughing nervously. “I’m sure your parties are great. I just—I’m not a party person.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his tone light, teasing.

“Yeah,” you said firmly, though your voice still wavered.

He studied you for a moment, his expression softening. “Stay here, okay?” he said finally, his tone gentler now. “I’ll be back. Give me five minutes.”

You nodded, your breath catching as you watched him disappear into the crowd. The space he left behind felt stark, like the absence of him created a vacuum you couldn’t ignore. The buzz of the party pressed back in slowly, but the air felt different now—charged with the weight of unspoken questions and quiet murmurs that seemed to ripple outward.

You became hyperaware of the stares. People’s gazes flicked between you and the direction Jeno had gone, their whispers barely audible over the music but unmistakable. Girls leaned into one another, exchanging quick glances and hushed words, their eyes darting toward you before quickly looking away. The weight of their attention made your chest tighten, heat rising to your cheeks as you struggled to process the shift.

“Y/N.”

Chaewon’s hand closed around your arm, her grip firm but not harsh as she turned you to face her. Her expression was a mix of disbelief and something that bordered on awe, her eyes wide as she searched your face.

“What just happened?” she demanded, her voice louder than you expected, cutting through the noise of the party.

You hesitated, your chest tightening as you struggled to find the right words. “Me and Jeno met before,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the thumping bass.

Chaewon blinked, her jaw slackening as she processed your words. “You what?” she asked, the pitch of her voice rising slightly. “When? Did you—did you sleep with him?”

Your face flushed, the heat spreading down your neck as you shook your head quickly. “No, we only made out,” you said, the words tumbling out faster than you intended. “It was after I met him on campus, and he showed me around.”

Chaewon stared at you like you’d just confessed to something outrageous, her mouth opening and closing as though she couldn’t decide what to say first. Her grip on your arm loosened slightly, but her expression only grew more incredulous.

“Y/N,” she said finally, her tone slow, deliberate, like she needed to make sure you understood the gravity of what you’d just said. “Do you even know who Lee Jeno is?”

You gave her a blank look, unsure where she was going with this. “What do you mean?”

She let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, rolling her eyes dramatically before leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s, like, the most well-known guy on campus. Everyone knows him. He’s smart, he’s hot, he’s on the basketball team, and he’s practically impossible to get close to. People talk about him like he’s some kind of campus legend. And you’re telling me you just… made out with him?”

Her words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking into your chest as you replayed that night in your head. Jeno had been all of those things—charming, confident, and entirely out of your league—but in the quiet of your apartment, he hadn’t felt untouchable. He’d felt real, grounded, like he wasn’t the larger-than-life figure Chaewon was describing but just… Jeno.

“I didn’t know,” you admitted, your voice small, almost drowned out by the pounding music.

Chaewon shook her head in disbelief, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you. “Of course you didn’t. That’s why this is insane. You’re just sitting here like it’s no big deal when half the girls in this room would kill to be you right now.”

You looked away, your gaze drifting to the crowd as the whispers continued to ripple around you. The weight of their attention was suffocating, but it wasn’t their stares or even Chaewon’s words that lingered. It was Jeno—his calm, deliberate presence, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to you, the way his eyes lingered like he was seeing something no one else could.

Before you could respond, Jeno reappeared, a black jacket now draped over his shoulders, zipped halfway up to combat the chill of the night. The stark contrast of the dark fabric against the white of his shirt only made him look more striking, the clean lines of his lean frame framed perfectly. A bag was slung casually over one shoulder, his fingers curled loosely around the strap. His dark eyes, calm yet intent, settled on you with an ease that made your stomach flip.

“Wanna come?” he asked, his voice low, the casual tone of his question at odds with the intensity of his gaze.

You blinked, startled by the suddenness of his words. “What?”

“You think that the party’s dead,” he said simply, his lips curving into a faint smirk that felt more intimate than playful. “So let’s leave.”

Your heart raced as you stared at him, the heat of his attention making it hard to focus. The room around you seemed to blur, the noise fading into the background as his hand extended toward you, steady and certain. Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers slipping into his warm grasp.

You didn’t question it. Instead, you smiled softly, the corners of your lips twitching upward as you let him pull you closer. The smell of his cologne—a faint, woodsy scent with an edge of something sharp—lingered as he leaned in, his lips brushing so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, the words barely audible over the thrum of the party, but they landed squarely in your chest, making your breath catch.

Your eyes darted around quickly, taking in the crowd of people that still lingered nearby, their whispers and glances now tinged with curiosity. You bit your lip, your gaze flicking back to his as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Later,” you promised softly, your voice trembling just slightly, though the smile you gave him was steady.

Jeno’s lips twitched into a knowing grin, his dark eyes holding yours for a moment longer before he nodded. He tightened his grip on your hand gently, leading you toward the door with a quiet confidence that felt impossible to resist.

As the two of you weaved through the crowd, the whispers grew louder, people openly staring now as they watched him leave—watched you leave with him. The thrum of the music seemed almost muffled compared to the pounding in your chest, and as you reached the door, the cool night air washed over you like a sharp inhale.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, a gasp slipping past your lips. “You’re leaving your own party?”

Jeno glanced back at you, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said easily, shrugging one shoulder. “It’s my party. I can do what I want.”

His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an edge of sincerity in the way he looked at you—like he meant every word. And before you could question it further, he squeezed your hand, pulling you closer as the two of you stepped into the night.

Jeno had taken you to a secluded spot along the riverbank, where the city lights shimmered faintly on the water and the distant hum of the party was little more than a memory. The air was crisp, the faint scent of the river mingling with the promise of snow, but Jeno seemed entirely unbothered by the chill. He led you to a cozy bench overlooking the river, the kind of spot that felt impossibly picturesque, where a blanket and a small bag of snacks were waiting.

“I told you, best view of the fireworks,” he said, his voice calm yet confident, as if the quiet intimacy of the moment had been crafted just for you.

You smiled at the gesture, settling onto the blanket he’d spread over the bench. Before you could fully take in the setting, Jeno’s attention shifted to a nearby vendor, where a small cart steamed with the rich scent of hot chocolate. Without asking, he stood and wandered over, returning moments later with two cups in hand.

“Here,” he said, handing one to you, his hand brushing yours in a way that made your breath hitch. The warmth of the cup seeped through your gloves, but it was his quiet, thoughtful gesture that really sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thanks,” you murmured, glancing up at him as he settled back beside you.

He smiled, soft and easy, before taking a sip of his own. “Hot chocolate always makes the cold easier to deal with,” he said lightly, the nonchalance in his tone almost making you laugh.

You took a tentative sip, the rich, velvety taste warming you from the inside out. “You’re right,” you admitted, nodding slightly as you turned to look at him, your breath visible in the cold night air.

Jeno’s gaze lingered on you, dark and steady, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “Told you,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something softer, quieter, as though the space between you had just shrunk.

Conversation had come easily after that, the hot chocolate warming your hands while Jeno’s presence seemed to settle the nerves that had been simmering since the night began. You talked about the most mundane things—classes, favorite foods, what New Year’s resolutions you’d already broken—and yet, the simplicity of it all felt impossibly intimate.

Still, it wasn’t long before the conversation gave way to something quieter, something heavier. Jeno’s hand brushed yours as he set his cup down, and the warmth of his touch lingered, sparking a need for closeness that you hadn’t anticipated.

His lips found yours in a kiss that was as gentle as the snow beginning to fall around you. At first, it was soft, exploratory, his hand cupping your cheek as though he was afraid to break you. But as you leaned into him, your fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, the kiss deepened, his lips pressing firmer against yours with a hunger that felt both cautious and consuming.

The fireworks began to crackle faintly in the distance, but you hardly noticed, your focus completely on the way Jeno’s mouth moved against yours. His breath hitched as you tilted your head, your lips parting just slightly, and he took the opportunity to pull you closer, his hands settling on your waist with a confidence that made your heart race.

Every time you tried to pull back, his gaze would catch yours, his eyes dark and intense, as though he couldn’t let you go even for a moment. And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t rushed—it was deliberate, a quiet exploration that left you dizzy and clinging to him.

“Jeno,” you murmured against his lips, though you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say.

He smiled into the kiss, his hand moving to cradle the back of your neck. “Yeah?” he whispered, his tone playful but weighted, like he already knew the answer.

You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping as your fingers tightened slightly on his jacket. “Nothing,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, unwilling to let the moment break.

The fireworks continued overhead, lighting the sky in bursts of color, but neither of you paid them much attention. Every touch, every kiss, every soft sigh seemed to pull you deeper into the warmth of each other, the cold night air fading into irrelevance.

The plan had been to stay here until midnight, to watch the fireworks and celebrate the New Year together. But somewhere in the middle of his kisses, his hands sliding carefully along your sides, his breath warm against your cheek, your resolve shifted.

You didn’t want to wait for midnight.

You wanted him.

And now, somehow, you were here, pressed beneath him on his bed, your body trembling as his warmth consumed you.

The soft cotton of his sheets grounded you, but it was Jeno’s weight above you that anchored you completely, his warmth pressing into every inch of your body like it was made to fit against him. His broad shoulders framed the space above you, his lean, muscled frame draped over yours with a control that made every inch of your skin hyperaware of him. The planes of his chest, taut and warm, brushed against your trembling hands as you clung to him, your fingers curling instinctively into his skin.

His dark eyes stayed locked on yours, a quiet intensity softening into something tender, something that left you breathless and uncertain. His lips hovered close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath, each exhale ghosting across your cheek as his forehead dipped closer, brushing yours with infinite care.

“You need to ease up for me, okay, pretty girl?” he murmured, the gravel in his voice softened by the steady, soothing cadence of his words.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, trembling and unsure, as the stretch of his cock forced a fresh wave of shivers through you. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, your body tensing despite his careful pace. Each inch he gave you felt impossibly overwhelming, the fullness of him a constant, steady ache that bordered on too much.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the weight of him pushing the air from your lungs with each shift of his hips. A tear slipped free before you could stop it, the overwhelmed sniffle that followed breaking the stillness between you.

“Hey, hey,” Jeno cooed, his hand finding your cheek like it belonged there, cradling you with infinite care. His thumb brushed the tear away before it could roll any further, his gaze softening even as his own breaths grew heavier. “I know, baby. I know it’s a lot.”

His words were gentle but steady, his tone so unwavering it felt like a tether, something to hold onto as your body struggled to adjust. He leaned closer, brushing his lips over the corner of your mouth in a kiss so soft it made your chest ache.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, the heat of his breath grazing your trembling lips. “Just trust me, yeah? I just want to make you feel good. That’s all I want, pretty girl.”

Your breath hitched again, the sound breaking unevenly as you tried to steady yourself beneath him. The weight of his words, the tenderness in his tone, melted into the vulnerability pressing heavy on your chest. You nodded hesitantly, your fingers tightening against the curve of his shoulders as though you needed to anchor yourself to him.

But when you glanced away, embarrassed by the flush of heat crawling up your neck, his hand caught your chin gently, tilting your face back toward him.

“Hey,” he whispered, the warmth in his voice curling around you like a blanket, quiet but unyielding. “Talk to me, baby. I need to know you’re okay.”

Your lips trembled, the words caught somewhere between the lump in your throat and the butterflies swarming in your stomach. “It’s… it’s my first time,” you finally admitted, the words barely audible, your voice breaking under the weight of them.

Jeno’s movements stilled immediately, his broad frame freezing over you as the confession settled between you. His jaw clenched briefly, but the flicker of surprise in his eyes was fleeting, replaced almost instantly by something warmer, softer.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, the reverence in his voice making your chest tighten. His thumb stroked along your cheekbone, his touch steady and patient as though he was trying to tell you everything he felt without saying a word. “I’m so lucky.”

The way he said it, low and aching with sincerity, sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching toward him before you could stop yourself. He kissed you then, his lips capturing yours in a kiss so slow, so deep, it felt like time itself had slowed to accommodate it.

When he pulled back, his breath was heavier, a faint tremor running through him as he studied you. “How are you a virgin?” he asked softly, his voice dipping low enough to send heat curling through your stomach. “If I’d met you sooner… I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you.”

His words sent a flush of warmth cascading over your skin, your breath stuttering as you tried to respond. But the sincerity in his gaze held you, steadying you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

“Until now,” you whispered, your fingers curling into his shoulders like you needed to hold on to something solid.

His breath hitched, his lips brushing against your temple in a kiss so tender it made your chest ache. “Until now,” he echoed, the reverence in his tone making your stomach flip.

He shifted slightly above you, his hips tilting forward just enough to press deeper, and the stretch sent a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips. His movements stilled instantly, his hand sliding to your waist to steady you as his lips hovered close to your ear.

“Too much?” he asked softly, his voice so gentle it nearly undid you.

You shook your head, your breath catching as you murmured, “Just… just go slow.”

The corners of his lips tugged upward, a faint smile breaking through the intensity of his expression. “I’ll go as slow as you need, baby,” he murmured, his tone steady and sure. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

His lips found yours again, capturing the soft sniffle that escaped as he began to move, each thrust measured and deliberate, his cock dragging against every sensitive part of you. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch light but grounding as he whispered praises that melted into your skin.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “Taking me so perfectly. My good girl, always.”

The tenderness in his tone, the heat in his gaze, the deliberate care in every movement—it all combined into something overwhelming and impossibly sweet, a connection that felt far too intimate to put into words. Your walls fluttered around him, the stretch easing as pleasure began to bloom low in your stomach, each gentle thrust coaxing you further into the rhythm of his body.

His forehead pressed to yours, his breath mingling with yours as he murmured, “You’re mine, baby. All mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your stomach, your hips shifting tentatively against him as the ache dulled into something deeper, sweeter. His hand slid down to cup your hip, guiding you gently as his movements grew slightly more deliberate, the drag of his cock drawing soft whimpers from your throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice cracking as his lips trailed along your jaw. “You feel so good. So perfect for me.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your breath catching as his words melted into your skin, the heat of him overwhelming in the best way. Every inch of him, every touch, every whisper felt like a steady hum of electricity coursing through your veins, and as his lips found yours again, you felt yourself melting into him completely. But the burn was still there—sharp and all-consuming—and before you could stop yourself, your teeth pressed into the curve of his shoulder, a desperate attempt to muffle the whimper that escaped you. Tears slid down your cheeks, your breath trembling as you sniffled, your body shaking beneath him.

Jeno stilled instantly, his voice soft as he cooed at you, the words a balm against the ache. “Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your temple, your cheek, catching the tears as they fell. “You’re doing so good for me, angel. I’ll go slow, okay? Just the tip, just for you. You’ve got this.”

His thumb swept across your jaw, tipping your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze, dark and molten, filled with nothing but care. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised again, the words dripping with reverence. “You’re my girl. Whatever you need, I’ve got you.”

Your breath hitched as he began to move again, slow and deliberate, every inch of him dragging against the tender stretch inside you. Your hands fumbled for purchase on his shoulders, sliding up to his neck, your touch shaky and desperate. “Jeno,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible, trembling with every word. “You—you feel so good.”

His lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. “Yeah?” he murmured, his voice thick with warmth, his hips tilting forward in a way that made you gasp.

“So good,” you whispered, your words tumbling out unbidden as heat flushed through your body. “You’re so big—so perfect. God, you fit inside me so well. I don’t—” You broke off, blinking up at him, your lips trembling as your thoughts scattered into a mess of heat and pleasure. “I don’t ever want you to leave. Jeno, your cock—it’s so good. You’re stretching me so perfectly. I can feel every part of you.”

A whimper caught in your throat as you babbled on, your head tipping back against the pillow. “I love it, Jeno. I love how you feel inside me. You’re so deep, so thick—I don’t want it to stop.”

His chuckle was low and rough, vibrating through your chest as he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose. “You’re such a sweet thing,” he murmured, his voice teasing but tender. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. So perfect. I’ll take care of you.”

Your thighs tightened around his waist as he shifted, the motion deliberate, deep, coaxing another broken cry from your lips. His hand slid along your side, pausing to cup your cheek as he brushed his thumb across your skin. “Look at you,” he said softly, his tone filled with awe. “Fucking perfect.”

The words melted into you, your chest tightening as you whimpered again, the sensation of him overwhelming and grounding all at once. “Please don’t stop,” you whispered, blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “Please, Jeno.”

“Never,” he murmured, his lips finding yours in a kiss so soft it made your stomach flutter. “I’ve got you, angel. Always.”

The promise in his words, in his tone, wrapped around you like silk, but even as you nodded, sniffling softly, you could feel the deliberate way his cock edged deeper, the fullness stretching you beyond what you thought possible. It was slow, so slow you could feel every ridge, every vein, and it made your breath hitch, a soft cry escaping your lips as tears slipped free.

“Shh,” he cooed, his forehead pressing harder against yours. “You’ve got this, angel. You’re so fucking perfect.” He shifted his weight slightly, tilting his hips in a way that made the stretch just bearable enough to keep going. “Fuck,” he groaned, the sound low and guttural as he bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt. “Baby, you feel so fucking good. Like heaven.”

Your walls fluttered around him instinctively, the sensation pulling a soft, broken moan from your lips. “I—it’s so much,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling as you gripped him tighter, your nails digging crescents into his skin.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, kissing the tears from your cheeks, his lips impossibly soft. “I know it’s a lot, but look at you—look how well you’re taking me. God, you’re so good for me.”

Your breath hitched as his hand cradled your face, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. His gaze stayed locked on yours, warm and consuming, his expression so unguarded it made your chest ache. “Let me see those pretty eyes,” he whispered, his voice low and steady, each word dripping with reverence. “I want to see you, baby. Every part of you.”

You sniffled softly, blinking up at him, your lashes wet, your lips trembling as you melted further into his touch. His thumb lingered against your cheek, slow and gentle, before he leaned in and kissed your temple, soft and lingering.

“There she is,” he murmured, his voice warm and filled with awe. “That’s my girl. So beautiful. So perfect for me.”

When he moved again, it was torturously slow, his cock dragging against every inch of you, the stretch deep and unforgiving, yet impossibly good. Your nails dug into his back, desperate for an anchor as his hips rocked forward, every motion deliberate and controlled. It burned, but the way he filled you, the way his body molded perfectly against yours, had your breath catching.

A soft whimper escaped, your lips parting on a shaky moan. “Jeno…” you breathed, the words trailing off as heat flooded your body, the fullness overwhelming but addictive.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. His hips rolled deeper, and he gritted his teeth, the sound low and guttural. “You’re so tight—so perfect. Like you were made for me.”

Your laugh was light, bubbling out unbidden, and his gaze flicked up, curious but amused, his lips curving into the smallest smile. “What’s funny, huh?” he teased, his tone playful, his hand shifting to cradle the back of your neck.

You shook your head, breathless and flushed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “Nothing—nothing. You’re just… God, you’re so sexy.” Your voice cracked on the last word, your thoughts spilling in a soft, frantic rush. “The way you feel, the way you fuck me—it’s so good. You’re so good, Jeno.”

His smile widened, his eyes darkening as his hand slid up to catch yours, lacing your fingers together. “Yeah?” he murmured, kissing you with quiet intensity before guiding your joined hands above your head, pinning them against the pillow. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice dipping lower, filled with something possessive and raw. “I want you to be mine.”

Your breath hitched as he kissed your knuckles, slow and reverent, his other hand tracing your side, holding you steady as he pushed deeper. “I’ll never let go,” he promised, his gaze locked on yours, unwavering. “I’ll always take care of you, angel.”

His hips rolled again, a deliberate press that made you gasp, your head tipping back against the pillow as tears spilled freely. “You feel so good,” you whimpered, your voice breaking, your chest tightening with every drag of his cock. “You’re so perfect. So thick—fuck, you stretch me so good, Jeno.”

He groaned softly, his lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss. “You love how I feel inside you, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing, but tender all the same.

“I love it,” you admitted, the words slipping out in a trembling rush. “I love your cock—it’s so big, so perfect. I never want you to stop.”

His grip on your hands tightened, his forehead dropping to yours as his lips curved into a smile. “You’re something else,” he murmured, chuckling softly, his breath fanning across your lips. “You’re incredible, baby.”

Your body trembled beneath him, every motion, every word sending a ripple of warmth through you. The intimacy of it, the way his hands never left yours, the way his eyes held yours, made you feel like you were falling deeper into him with every passing second.

“You’re everything,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth before his lips trailed to your jaw, his hips moving in a slow, devastating rhythm. “So fucking perfect, angel. My perfect girl. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

And when his gaze found yours again, dark and filled with unspoken promises, you knew he meant it. His movements stayed soft, measured, every drag of him a reminder of just how much he wanted you—how much he adored you. His hand never left yours, his grip steady and unwavering, as if to say he’d never let go. You believed him. In every touch, every word, every breath, you believed him completely.

The rhythm of his thrusts slowed, each one deliberate, the deep press of him inside you stealing the breath from your lungs. Your body arched against his, desperate to meet every movement, and the sound of his name fell from your lips in broken cries that only seemed to spur him on. His cock dragged against every sensitive part of you, and the stretch—sharp at first, now addictively sweet—had your thighs trembling around his waist.

“Fuck,” Jeno groaned, his forehead pressed to yours, his lips brushing against yours with every ragged breath. His hand slid along your side, tracing the curve of your waist as if he needed to feel every part of you. His other hand tangled with yours, pinning it above your head, his grip steady and possessive. “You’re so perfect, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “So tight, so warm. God, you feel like heaven.”

Your fingers curled around his, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. “Jeno,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you struggled to find the words. “You—oh my God—you feel so good. So deep. I never—” Your breath hitched, your head tipping back as his hips rolled again, deeper this time, hitting a spot that sent white-hot pleasure spiraling through your body.

“Never what?” he teased softly, his lips brushing over your jaw, his tongue flicking against your skin in a way that made you shiver. “Tell me, baby. Never what?”

“Never felt like this,” you admitted, your voice cracking as a moan slipped free. “Never had anyone… like you. Fuck, you’re so perfect, Jeno. You fit so good—so big. I don’t ever want you to leave.”

He groaned, the sound vibrating through your chest as he captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in slow, languid strokes. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice low and steady. “You’re mine, angel. Always.”

The intimacy of it, the way his body moved against yours, the way his eyes never left yours, made your chest ache with something deeper than desire. His movements were slow but devastating, every thrust deliberate, his cock dragging against your walls with a precision that had you clinging to him, your nails scraping along his back.

“Jeno,” you whimpered again, your voice a desperate plea as the pressure built low in your stomach, coiling tighter with every second.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing over yours. “Let go for me, baby. I’ll catch you. Always.”

And then, just as the tension inside you reached its breaking point, the faint sound of fireworks filtered through the room, muffled but distinct, a symphony of crackles and booms that seemed to echo the chaos in your body.

Jeno chuckled softly, the sound warm and low in your ear. “Happy New Year, beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You giggled, the sound mixing with a soft, breathless moan as your body tightened around him, the pleasure too much to contain. “Happy New Year,” you managed to whisper back, your voice trembling with affection and something deeper, something bigger than either of you.

His hips rolled again, the deep, steady rhythm pushing you over the edge, and when your release hit, it came in a wave that left you trembling beneath him. Your walls clenched around him, pulling a guttural groan from his throat as his movements faltered, his body shuddering with his own release. He buried himself deep, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer as you clung to him, your arms tightening around his neck.

The fireworks outside crackled louder, their light seeping faintly through the curtains as his lips found yours again, soft and lingering. His hand stayed wrapped around yours, his grip firm, as his other hand smoothed over your side, grounding you with the warmth of his touch.

“You’re everything,” he murmured against your lips, his voice steady now, filled with quiet reverence. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

And in that moment, as his warmth surrounded you, his touch anchoring you in a way no one else ever had, you knew you’d never forget this. The way he fit against you, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go, the way he made you feel like you were everything.

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shooting your shot [preview] | kmg & reader

title: shooting your shot pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader/oc - preview genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, coffee shop owner!mingyu, assassin(?)!oc, hitwoman(?)!oc wc: ~3.8k for teaser summary: settling down, getting married, having kids, and having a 9-5 job that you go to everyday isn't really something you've ever thought about. however, kim mingyu suddenly wakes you up with a warm cup of coffee paired with that wide cheesy grin of his, and suddenly... that life doesn't sound so bad. or is it? warnings: mature themes, eventual smut, mentions & utilization of guns and other weaponry, mentions of gangs, drug dealers, etc - additional themes will be added once it is posted officially a/n: i know i have some series that are incomplete (i'm sorry) but i honestly lost a lot of inspo for writing... i want to get back into it bc it was such a fun hobby for me, so i figured i'd start over and release a preview of something new i was working on !! it's similar to the themes of i'm bad too (a doyoung fic i wrote years ago) but this is a bit more mature imo !! enjoy the teaser :)

“I like you.”

You blink blankly.

Kim Mingyu always manages to put himself in the worst situations. Last week, Hana, his employee at the cafe he owns, had asked him if he wanted to go out for dinner—being as naive as he is, he assumed a group dinner, only to find himself sitting across the table from her at some fancy three Michelin star restaurant with a small candle lit between them before she confessed her heart out to him. A month ago, he agreed to help his friend Joshua fix up his house and without asking for details is how he ended up stuck on a roof because the shingles needed to be replaced… and well, he’s afraid of heights. Then at another time, his sister asked for a ride and he quickly agreed without any questions when he clearly should have because he was sitting outside of a sketchy ass alleyway in center city. It’s where the boy he disapproved his sister of dating lived, right beside all the homeless people and junkies resided.

And now, with you laying flat on top of a building somewhere downtown, he says those words nervously over your earbuds as you watch your target through the ocular lens. Does he know what he’s getting himself into?

“What?”

Mingyu takes in a deep breath of courage to reiterate himself. “I like you. Like, a lot. I know you’re gonna say that I don’t know you well enough to like you—”

“—you don’t—”

“—but you make me feel things in my chest that I can’t control.”

“What? You’re mistaking heartburn with how you feel for me?” You spot the four blacked out Cadillacs parked outside of the building across the street with bodyguards that begin to surround the area. Mingyu better speed this up or you’ll have to hang up on him.

He sighs. “It’s not heartburn. I like you, really. I wanna give this a shot, but only if you let me.”

“Ask out Hana. She’s pretty.”

You could hear the hint of irritation in his voice from your lack of hesitation. “It’s not just about a girl being pretty. It’s about her personality too—how she is, where she’s from, what she does for a living…” you laugh quietly and he barely catches it. “… see! You think I’m funny too. It’s a great trait in a guy. Doesn’t hurt to give me a shot, does it?”

Ironically, it does hurt when you get shot, especially with the intent you have at the moment with a rifle in hand.

You spot one of the bodyguards pressing against the buds in his ear.

“Let me call you back.”

“Wait, what—” Click.

Just seconds later, the middle aged man in a black suit comes out within a herd of security, all dressed in a similar fashion with dark shades and an earpiece. A warning shot, that’s all this was. It’s supposed to scare him, threaten him enough to do what your client says, because that’s what you’re always hired to do.

Shoot the warning bullet.

All the years of training, going undercover, working for the good and the bad guys have brought you to this—a third party contract killer—wait, rephrase, not a killer, but rather just a shooter… well, not only shooting either. A threat, not a promise, and if your client prefers the commitment, you’d advise them to another person who can pull that final trigger.

A hitman? With no intent of death? Is that a better name for it?

Today, your mark is Jeon Jungsik, or better known as J.S., a drug lord in the city that’s planning to expand his market into illegal weapons. He has a wife, two daughters and three sons, all which he plans to take under his wing during this development however is slowly treading the line of your current client’s objectives.

“I don’t kill,” you told him, the leather gloves in your hands snap with the adjustments you make. “So if you’re trying to take out the competition, I should be clear that I’m not gonna do this personally. I can refer you elsewhere, if you’d like.”

“That’s fine,” the man said, leaning back in his exorbitant chair. You could almost smell the unlawfully obtained crocodile leather material of his seat. “It’s just to scare him a little. Give him a running start to get out of the game. I wanna give people a chance to become an ally. Then maybe I’ll reach out to you for your associate’s number. I like to think of myself as a nice guy.”

It doesn’t take long, but with one press of the trigger, the man recoils and collapses on the floor with his whole team pulling out their weapons in all directions.

“Oh.”

“What? Shocked to see me?”

His face heats up but could anyone blame him? The girl he’s been crushing on is standing before him, hours after he confessed his feelings only to be hung up on. In all fairness, he thought that was a sign that you weren’t into him.

“Kinda, yeah. I thought you said you’d call me back.”

“You were on the way,” you reply, fingers skimming through the laminated menu taped to the plexiglass. “Thought I’d stop by so we could talk. If you still want to talk.”

“I—Hm,” he begins, unsure how to even talk to you at this point. “How about I make you your usual, and we can talk over a cup?”

Nodding in agreement, you shove your hands into the front pocket of your blue jeans. You’ve since switched out of your work attire, tossed and stuffed into a duffle that sits underneath the flooring of your car, along with your disassembled rifle.

That, exactly all of that is why you could never hold a serious relationship. And that’s what you want to tell him—honestly and genuinely, it had nothing to do with him but rather everything to do with you. How could an innocent guy like him, someone who ran the neighborhood coffee shop with regulars that worked in such mundane jobs ever be with someone who was considered a hired sort-of-assassin? Marksman? Markswoman? Was there even a word for it?

Finding an empty table, you plop yourself in the seat. He’s really cute, you have to admit that, and despite keeping yourself at an arm's length with every person you meet, somehow Mingyu always oversteps those boundaries and you’ve never even thought twice in trying to stop him.

Tousled hair and apron on, he’s got some coffee stains on the sleeve of his shirt, light bags under his eyes from waking up at the crack of dawn to open up shop, he still manages to radiate that same bright energy as he always does.

“Black coffee and one sugar,” he announces with a cheeky smile, pushing the ceramic cup to you. “Your usual. Kinda reminds me of you. Bitter, but you’re just a bit sweet.”

Gross. But why do you kind of like it?

“Why do you like me?”

His smile fades. It’s mostly out of embarrassment and nervousness, not because he lost feelings for you in that span of time, but he feels like this is grade school all over again. “I thought we went through this already.”

“I know, but…” grabbing the spoon that sits on the plate underneath, you sir the dark liquid with the steam rising. “I don’t know if I can give you what you want, Mingyu. I’m just a regular customer that helped you out once when you almost got robbed. Maybe you’re thinking that you owe me or something.”

Almost a year ago, when the shop was closing up at midnight, a man in a ski mask attempted to steal the money at the register with a loaded gun.

Truthfully, you weren’t really planning on stepping in at all. On your way home from another job, the thoughts that crossed your mind didn’t include going into that café, but after seeing that scared college girl’s face behind the counter with a gun to her head, you let out a sign before swinging the front doors open.

Needless to say, the man in the ski mask was flipped, kicked, and shoved, his gun thrown to the side as you call her to grab zip ties from the back so you could tie him up for the cops to arrest him formally.

“Here,” you handed off your own personal number to the girl, figuring she’d use it in case of another emergency, only for it to fall into the hands of Kim Mingyu, the guy who had already been ogling you everyday during your morning routes.

“OK, ok,” he says, placing his hands flat on the table. “Maybe I don’t know you, but I want to. I wanna learn about you, I wanna know what your favorite foods are and if you like Post Malone or if you prefer rock bands. Are you a morning person or a night owl, and if you’re just stuck waking up in the early hours because of your job because that’s the only time I see you here. I—I really like you, and I can’t seem to put into words why, but I want to get to know you.”

You roll your lips. It takes you a minute to respond, but the minute seems like hours to him. Bringing the drink to your lips, the warmth hits your tongue and you can feel it in your chest.

It’s dangerous, letting someone like him in your life. In the chance that someone figured out your identity and realized he was your weakness, it wouldn’t be long for him to get captured and kept as a hostage.

“I’m not a good girlfriend,” you warn him, fiddling with the spoon.

“And where’d you hear that?”

Maybe it was the guy who you binded up with rope last weekend, delivering him to one of your clients when you recalled him saying something along the lines of, “Is this the type of shit you’re into? I bet you don’t even have a boyfriend ‘cause if you did, he’d fucking hate you.” Or a couple weeks ago, when that one dude groped you from under your skirt and you twisted his arm, wincing with, “you’re so sexy but you’d be an awful fuck anyways.”

Sure, they weren’t word-for-word “you’re not a good girlfriend,” but you’d say it was pretty fucking close.

“Men,” you retort nonchalantly, grabbing your drink again. “I don’t think I’m good at commitment, Mingyu. You seem amazing at it. Wasn’t there a girl that stopped by a while ago who was begging you to take her back?”

He grimaces, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. You wish it was your very own, threading through them with his lips pressed against yours, the taste of a vanilla latte lingering on his tongue, along with a sharp inhale of coffee beans from him carrying the bags over his shoulders all morning during inventory restock.

But it doesn’t work like that. You and Mingyu can’t work out like that. Not while you remain in this profession.

“An ex-girlfriend. But you don’t have to worry about her.”

“Never said I was.” You were. Maybe just a little.

“Can… Can I at least try to pursue you? You’re not flat out saying you don’t like me, it just seems like something is holding you back.”

Yeah, you think to yourself, because it’s exactly that.

Your colleagues don’t settle, or at least, they don’t settle while they’re still taking jobs. There’s too much risk involved, all which include putting your loved ones in danger.

But for some reason, a flat out rejection doesn’t come out.

“Don’t get mad if nothing comes of it.” With that, you grab your coffee and engulf it like a shot before placing it back on the table.

“Girl, you really don’t need me to be here.”

You sigh. Arguing with Sunny on a Thursday morning isn’t really something you want to do, but Sunny loves to bicker.

She’s the opposite of her name—Grumpy is what her parents should’ve given her, instead they chose the bubbliest and warmest name for the coldest and most bitter person.

Nonetheless, you do like her.

She makes the job more enjoyable, somehow her dark casting clouds are a distraction to what this job really entails because your attention is too busy being on how she responds groggily to every little thing.

“Why do you say that?” You ask, adjusting the kevlar vest around your upper body. It’s tight around your frame, as it’s supposed to be, but you admit it’s a bit hard to shift into any position with this on. “I always need you here.”

“You really don’t,” Sunny glares at you, slipping into her jacket before she zips herself up. She’s a trained assassin—keyword: assassin. Her job is to leave the assigned Target dead, without a breath or a heartbeat left. Bringing her here only serves the purpose of her making the final shot. “You are perfectly capable of following through with this job—your aim is impeccable. Why the fuck did Summers assign me to this? Does he think I need a chaperone?” With the Boss being her brother, it’s fair that Sunny thinks that Summers did this on purpose; he’d been on her ass these past few months when she accidentally missed her marque—but it wasn’t entirely her fault, there’d been a sniper on the opposing side playing defense.

With a laugh, you snap your precision sniper together. It reminds you of those toys you’d find in the aisles of stores growing up, the ones your parents pulled you away from because they were “made for boys.” Meanwhile, there’s two girls who stand on the roof of a building in the city, holding two real ones. “It’s more so for me than for you,” you admit, popping the ear piece in. “I don’t kill, remember? I’ll aim for the warning shot first, the Client will call the Target, and if it doesn't go well, you’ll make the final hit.”

Groaning, she climbs onto her stomach. “I don’t get why you don’t kill—your fucking accuracy is off the charts. You know Summers framed your training targets? That’s how he gets clients—that shit is hung in his office when they come in. Raves all about you.”

You can’t hold back the flattering smile as you mimic her lying position several feet away. “He assigns other people for the job though.”

She turns to roll her eyes at you. “Yeah, because you won’t fucking kill.”

You shake your head. Now, the waiting game starts. “Well, my hits are impactful and torturous. I’d say that’s worse than killing. Plus, why kill when I can use it as an excuse to hang out with you?”

“Or—hear me out,” Sunny begins, peeking through her scope, “you could just fucking answer my texts when I hit you up to go clubbing.”

“I don’t ‘club,’ Sunny.”

“Why? Are you afraid you’re gonna upset Summers?”

You furrow your brows. What does she mean by that? “What?”

“Oh, come on,” she’s turning the rifle from side to side, skimming the area. “You’re his literal favorite. My brother practically has heart eyes whenever you’re around. Like I said, he hung your training targets in his office. Last week, he told me he thought you were pretty.”

You narrow your gaze through the scope but the scowl was for Sunny. “What did you ask him? Pick between me or the Wicked Witch of the West? Who’s prettier?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Ahhh, I see,” you snicker. “Plus, even if he was interested, I might be into someone else.”

Did you really just say that?

It flowed off your tongue a lot more smoothly than you’d prefer, catching even yourself off guard.

Sunny’s mouth drops as she looks over at you. “You’re lying.”

“Pay attention,” you gesture ahead. “And… I’m not. Someone asked me out and I’m considering it.”

“Normie?” A voice through the earpiece says. “Or is it another hitman?”

Sunny grins when she hears her brother. “Hey, Summers. What are you doing on this line?”

You suck in your cheeks.

From what you understand, Summers doesn’t get involved in any of the on-the-ground work. He’s bound to his desk at this point—besides constantly networking, and meeting with Clients, he’s writing contracts, all while managing to assign the work to his hitmen and stuffing money into their pockets. Summers is the mastermind of this all, the head of operations, and it never minded anyone that he didn’t get into the details of everything.

That’s why when you hear his voice over the line and not Chan who sits at his computer (with the ten monitors on display) all day, you’re suspicious.

“Just making sure you’re doing your job,” he says, clearing his throat. “You’re not giving her a hard time, are you?”

“No, but you’re giving us a hard time just from your attendance.”

He clears his throat and diverts his attention back to you. “So…” Summers calls out your name gingerly. “Is… Is he a normie or another hitman?”

You and Sunny lock eyes for a moment; yours glaring and hers content, proud of herself for making the correct observation.

“A normie,” you state calmly, and you can almost picture Summers doing that awkward neck rub. “Nothing serious yet, we’re just talking.”

“Ah,” he chuckles softly. “Just like your mentor, right? Seungcheol? Didn’t he quit the field so he could be with his normie wife?”

“Summers, Target acquired. Status update?” Looking through your scope, your rifle follows in suit of the direction he’s walking. “Did the Client call?”

Summers uncomfortably coughs at the situation and hands the mic over to Chan. “Sorry, uh. Chan, give direction.”

Sunny shoves Summers after tossing off her gloves. “Summers, what the fuck was that? You were distracting us from our mission. If it weren’t for our prized Hitlady here, we wouldn’t have gotten the Target. Are you crushing that bad?”

Standing outside of the van parked blocks away from the setpoint, you both switch out your gear.

Your ears heat up, and so does Summer’s. “It’s fine,” pulling out the earpiece, you toss it into the bin Chan provides. “He’s our Boss anyways. He makes the calls, so if he distracts us, that’s his decision.”

“Yeah, see? Also, can you stop treating me as just your brother? I’m running an organization here. Give me some credit.”

Chan snickers quietly from the sidelines and you grin in his direction.

Sunny takes a deep inhale. “Look, whatever. We did the job, and it worked out. I didn’t even have to kill anyone, our 98% aimed so well, the guy was so scared that he admitted defeat. Another win in our book.”

You groan. Not the “98%” shit again—a couple years ago, there’d been an internal competition between all the assassins. It was pretty much an accuracy test; how precise were your shots, the amount of times you were able to hit that same spot, and additional factors such as weather, timing, and so on were factored in.

Needless to say, you got a 98% accuracy score.

Grabbing your coffee cup from the table, you bring the slightly cold liquid to your lips. It was hot when you picked it up this morning at Mingyu’s coffee shop; his bright smile illuminated the entire restaurant, almost (keyword, almost) causing your heart to do flips in your chest, but now it’s a bit cold since you were too busy to finish it all.

“I’m not that good, Sunny. That’s why you’re here today—covering for me if we did have to aim to kill.”

Sunny raises a brow before twisting the cup in your hand.

“Is that… hearts around your name? Who’s Mingyu?”

You turn it to your direction and your face warms up instead of the coffee. There’s scribbles and doodles around your name, signed by Mingyu at the bottom. As corny as this is, it’s… kind of cute. “Oh. He uh…. He’s the guy I’m sorta seeing. The Normie, if you will.”

Summers looks at you with a concerned expression. “Is that what you want? To date a Normie? He doesn’t know anything about this side of you—how’s he gonna react when he finds out you hurt people?”

“I mean, we’re just talking.”

“But what if he wants more? Then what? Are you going to tell him that you’re an assassin?” His tone is stern, and you sneak a glance at Sunny who just gives you that I-told-you-so look.

“I… I’ll work on that when we get there,” you blink blankly. “Is there something wrong?”

He sneaks a glimpse at his sister and Chan who watch him attentively. “Uh, no, there isn’t. Just uh… expressing concern, is all, from a boss’ standpoint. You know. I have to make sure my people don’t have any obstacles that can affect the workplace.”

When Sunny rolls her eyes and drags Summers away to avoid another uncomfortable conversation, you sigh in relief while climbing into the back of the van and shutting the door closed.

“Well, that was entertaining.”

You toss the vest into the bin. “Yeah, I don’t know what to do about that,” you shrug, plopping into the seat next to Chan. “Do you think I should quit? I feel like this whole thing with Summers, the missions, and potentially settling down in the future might fuck everything up. Do I even want to settle down?”

“Are you kidding me? If I had at least a third of your skills, I’d be signing up for every mission possible. Your skills will go to waste.”

You sigh, rubbing your face with the palm of your hands. “I feel like I’m at a bit of a standstill, if I’m being quite honest.”

“About this Mingyu guy?” Chan swivels his chair back to his 10 monitors propped onto the walls of the inside of the van. His fingers dance along the clackiness of the keyboard, but his ears stay perked at your responses. “I thought you said you guys were just talking.”

“We are, I just…” shoulders slouching, you release another weighted breath from your chest. “I don’t know.”

“Well, whatever it is, you probably need to establish some boundaries with Summers,” Chan says, shutting down the system before turning back to you. “You know how he is.”

You quirk a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s a nice guy, but he can be a little possessive,” his eyes have hints of pity in them, like they’re directly toward you. “Even with Sunny. Like come on, when’s the last time she’s ever introduced a boyfriend to him?”

“Sunny doesn’t even really date.”

“Not since Summers punched her last boyfriend.”

Oh. Well that’s new. “I’m not his girlfriend though—and I’m definitely not his sister either.”

“You’re on his radar, that should be enough.”

thanks for reaching the end !! :) thanks for being so patient with me throughout all the years, i'm excited to start my journey all over again.. so bear with me if i suck lol pls lmk what you think !!

#seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen #kim mingyu fanfic #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu fanfic #mingyu #gyukultfics

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hirayaaraw · 17 days ago

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Afterglow

Jeonghan x OC; Angst

They say “An idle mind is a dangerous thing.” You watch the scenery change as you travel across the country to the city. You never listen to naysayers, but it is different if the words come from your own mother. You thought going home to celebrate your younger sister’s wedding will give you a break from the suffocating corporate world. But things do not go on your way.

“He didn’t even come with you to join you today.” You just smiled timidly while helping your mom with the clutter of the joyful wedding preparation.

“Mom, he sent gifts for Yerim and you. He is just busy with…”

“Busy with his sparkling life? Can’t even spare time to meet us. One year of dating and…” Your mother murmur more complains about Jeonghan. “I read his articles about him. He dated models and actresses.”

Your hands tighten on the tapestry that you are about to throw in the garbage bag. “You are turning 30s in few months. Find someone who will take you seriously.”

“Mom, we are serious. I will not agree to be with Jeonghan if I don’t see his sincerity.”

“Can’t you see that you are just a phase or maybe he is experimenting? Trying a different taste before going back to his usual choice.”

“Mom, please.”

“I will arrange a meeting with my friend’s son, Doyoung, before you leave tomorrow.”

“Mom!”

“It’s an order. Nothing’s wrong about meeting with him. He is a nice kid.”

Your mom practically drag you to the cafe the morning before you leave. Together with her, they had their breakfast two tables away from you. True to her words, Doyoung is nice, but he is not Jeonghan who makes your heartbeat with his smile. Before you leave, but you made it clear that you are not interested.

Despite of and in-spite of. You notice that you are in Seoul when you saw the billboards of his group. What ifs flooded your mind. Your mom didn’t say those things without basis. Somehow you wonder if you are just being blind and refuse to remove the rose tinted glasses. Are they really just moving without a clear direction? Is he in the same page with you?

Fear crippled you. What if you are in the losing end again? You wonder if you are just full of yourself for believing that someone like him can love you. It’s their comeback season. You haven’t had a real conversation with him. Just good mornings, goodnights, and one liner answer. Dates are elusive. Sometimes just one a month. You don’t complain, because you fully understand what you get into when you decided to be with him.

Upon arriving to your apartment, you open all the lights and you are surprised to see Jeonghan jump on you to hug you. You feel frozen on the spot, but you decided to hug him back.

“Are you tired?” Jeonghan felt the lack of your enthusiasm. He kissed your temple.

“Yeah just tired from the commute.” You said as you bring your bag to your room. When you went out with your clean clothes, you saw Jeonghan preparing food on your dining.”

“What are you doing here?” You don’t want to sound sharp, but Jeonghan felt the bite with your words.

“Can’t I visit my girlfriend?” He said then grabbed your hand so you will sit beside him. Jeonghan served you with your plate and utensils. “How was the wedding?”

Jeonghan tried to break the ice he did not know where it came from. You just gave him generic answers to his question. He tried to trace back to his conversations with you to get a clue if he did something wrong. He let you sit in your silence. Trying to understand that it might be due to the fatigue.

You both ate in silence. One thing about you, whenever your logical side turns off, you will speak whatever is in your mind without any filter.

“Do you think you could do better?” You said quietly while staring at your plate. Jeonghan took a tissue and gently wipe the sauce on the side of your lips.

“Sorry. Your fave restaurant is closed for today. I’ll try to pass by tomorrow, love.” Jeonghan said then took his phone to note it. You shook your head.

“Jeonghan, maybe it’s time for us to part ways.” Your grip on the spoon became tighter. Jeonghan put down his spoon to look at you.

“What are you saying?”

“We already had a year together. It was wonderful, but I think we should—“

“No. I am not breaking up with you.” Jeonghan took your hand. He can feel that your hand is not holding him back. He held it tighter. “Tell me what I did wrong. I’ll fix it.”

“Love, look at me.” Jeonghan pleaded, but all you can do is cry. You feel pathetic for crying even if you brought this to yourself.

“We can’t even meet properly..”

“Okay. I will ask for a less commitment from my manager..”

“Jeonghan..”

“What?” You never saw him cry, but his lips are quivering.

“We can’t call this a relationship anymore.” Jeonghan let out a nervous sigh. This is not what he imagined this night should be. “I don’t see where we are going and I know that you could do better.”

“Do better? Tell me what I should do.”

“Do better by dating someone in your league. Someone who will fit perfectly in your life.” Jeonghan just look at you confused. “So before I can get deeper, I want to leave.”

“We fit perfectly.” Jeonghan raised your intertwined hands together. “Why should I date other people? Where is this coming from?”

You were about to answer, but his phone ring. He just look at you and let his phone ring.

“Answer that. It must be important.” Jeonghan stared at you before turning his phone off.

“Fuck them.”

“You should go. I know you have a monthly dinner with the boys. They must be waiting for you.” You try to pull your hand, but he didn’t let it go.

“Am I not reassuring you enough?” Jeonghan held your hand near to his face. “You are unfair. You are so unfair for deciding for me. Who are you to decide what is better for me?”

He looked to at you then kissed your hand. “Baby, you are the best thing that happened to me.”

For the first time in the whole evening, you touched him on your own. You pat his back carefully as you console him. You hurt him by trying to safe yourself from your own ocean.

“If you can’t see where is this going, I’ll tell what I see.” He didn’t contain his tears anymore. “Three years from, I can see us having a slow morning. I make your favorite coffee, while I wait for you to wake up. We will do all the boring things, but it won’t matter as long as I have you.”

“I already have an outlined timeline in my mind. I just can’t tell you everything, because I am afraid that it might overwhelm you.” Jeonghan wiped his tears then yours. “So if you can’t see our future together, I’ll be the one who will peek on the future and tell you.”

You nod silently and slowly hugged me while patting his back.

“I’ll try to better, baby. I’m sorry for all of my shortcomings.”

“No, you are enough. More than enough.” You said and rest your head on the nook of his neck. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

You spent the whole evening explaining what made you have all those thoughts to him. Jeonghan noted to clear his schedule to meet your parents. He can fully understand their doubts. You both talked about the cracks in your relationship and how it will be mended. You slyly drop a small comment about your “blind date”.

Jeonghan crossed his arm with an eyebrow raised. “Is he better?”

“Oh stop it.” You rolled your eyes then kissed him tenderly. “I told him I have someone in my apartment who will cry if I leave him.”

Jeonghan laughed then kissed you again. “That’s right, baby.”

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Seventeen Group Chat

Seungcheol: You ditch us @Jeonghan

Seungkwan: Pay up!!!

Mingyu: Wow I can’t believe Jeonghan hyung will be the first violator

Jeonghan: give me a discount

Dino: add another 1 billion won

Jeonghan: My girlfriend almost broke up with me

Jeonghan: give me a discount. have mercy.

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norixseaweed · 5 months ago

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NCT 127's Dorm Maid Ch. 8 - Doyoung

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid Genre: smut Chapter: 8 Characters: Doyoung x oc/reader Contains: Thigh Riding, Dry Humping, Grinding, Daddy kink Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

I plopped down on the bed, not my bed but Doyoung’s bed. Doyoung and I occasionally liked to have cuddle sessions late at night. It all started when Doyoung texted me saying he couldn’t sleep so I offered to come up and help him sleep.

It was innocent really…well for the most part it was but we would sometimes tease each other as well. We would get off on grinding on each other or doing some heavy petting.

Today I was the one craving some attention, wanting some warm cuddles.

Doyoung was sitting up against the headboard reading a book that he had recently started reading. I snuggled up against him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he lifted his arm up wrapping it around my shoulders while still holding the book up with his other hand. I rested my head against his chest and tried reading with him a bit.

I got bored though, it wasn’t my type of story and I had no idea what was going on in the book.

“Doyoung~ put the book down already and cuddle me...” I whined.

“I am cuddling you.” He said matter-of-factly.

“This isn’t really cuddling in my opinion, especially when your attention is all on the book instead of on cuddling me…” I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and small pout.

Doyoung chuckled a little and ignored me as he continued to read.

I wrinkled up my nose and let out a loud huff to let him know of my irritation. He ignored it, flipping the page on the book.

I pouted. I was never one to give in easily on getting the attention I wanted, so smirking to myself I teasingly traced a finger down his chest “Doyoung…I’m going to make you pay attention to me whether you like it or not.” My finger moved down is abdomen and past the waistband of his sweatpants. I traced a circle around his crotch hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“That’s not going to work, Mina-” He was nonchalant about it. I ignored him and moved to straddle his thigh. As I moved positions his eyes stayed on his book, the hand that was on my shoulder now resting on top of my thigh.

“Then I’ll just have to see what will work,” I smirked, leaning forward against his body, resting my head on his shoulder, my face buried against his neck, hands clenching onto his oversized white t-shirt as I began to ride his thigh. I felt his hand move away from me to turn another page before placing it back down over my lower back.

I slowly moved my hips creating friction and pressure against my clothed pussy. Doyoung’s attention to his reading never wavering. I slipped a hand down over his crotch and began to stroke him.

“You know I don’t mind if you get yourself off on me even if I don’t get anything in return right?”

“I know that very well, Doyoung,” I answered quietly before pressing my lips against his neck. I began to pick up some speed on the movement of my hips. I breathed on to his neck, knowing full well it was one of his weaknesses “...but I wanna get Daddy off too,” I whispered softly into his ear. His thigh twitched beneath me, hand clutching onto the back of my shirt before he released his grip.

I smirked. I knew I had his attention now despite him trying to focus on reading.

“What’s wrong Daddy? You don’t wanna play with me?” I bit down gently on his ear lobe and tugged on it before I released it to kiss his neck again. I began to grind harder his thigh and he would tense it up and push up every now and then as I rode his thigh.

I let out small moans against the skin of his neck, my hand continued to stroke him through the fabric of his sweatpants. I could feel him growing against the palm of my hand. I dragged my tongue along his neck and began to gently suck on his sweet spot as I let out another moan. I could feel his chest start rising and falling as his breathing slowly grew heavier “Mm, Daddy's thigh feels so good, it’s making me so wet, come on daddy, put the book down and play with me,” I coo-ed.

“You can keep trying, baby girl, but it won’t work.”

I sat up and gave him a small pout and a whine “You can’t fool me, I know you wanna play with me.” He ignored me again, flipping another page on his book. But I could already tell he was wavering, the look in his eyes said it all, once I called him daddy it was already all over for him.

“Daddyyyy...” I whined again. I watched as the adam's apple in his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed. I grabbed his book from him, folding the corn of the page he was on before setting it aside. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against his, my hips still rocking against his thigh. I grabbed his wrists and guided his hands over my chest before I moved my hands over his to guide him to massaging my breasts through the fabric of my shirt.

As my lips hovered over his I whispered “Do you feel it, Daddy? Do you feel how wet I am for you? Do you feel it soaking through my panties and my shorts, through your pants?” He let out a soft hum, squeezing my breasts and pushing his thigh up against me “You’re such a needy little attention whore, you know that?” I smiled, a small chuckle escaping my lips “I’m a needy little attention whore for you.”

Our lips merged together in a soft and slow, yet passionate kiss. After squeezing my breasts one more time his hands moved to my thighs, lifting me up and setting me down so that I was now straddling his lap.

I pushed myself down against his bulge, hips grinding once again, his hips moving in rhythm with mine. His hands roamed up my bare thighs, fingers grazing against my skin. His touch, sending shivers up my spine. Our lips soon parted, a sigh of pleasure escaping past my lips.

My forehead rested against his once again as we stared into each other's eyes, eyes filled with lust and hunger for each other. We stared in silence with nothing but the sounds of our heavy breaths and the small quiet whimpers coming out from me as our hips continued to move in unison.

I soon broke the silence “Just so you know, I won this time,” I teased, a coy smile forming on my face. He raised a brow “Excuse me? There was no game to be won in the first place-” I grinned “That’s what a loser would say.” Doyoung’s hips stopped.

He lifted me up from my waist and set me down onto my back onto the bed, hovering over me as he settled between my thighs. He pinned my arms above my head “You wanna say that again?” I smirked, getting excited as he started taking control. I moved my hips against his but he moved his hips away and I let out a whine, giving him a pout.

“Not until you repeat what you said.”

“I said that daddy is a sore loser and can’t accept that I just won over him~” I stuck my tongue out at him and his eyes darkened. I wrapped a leg around his waist trying to pull him back in but he didn’t budge, he stared me down with his dark eyes, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“You wanna try that again?”

I bit down on my lip and whimpered, my hearty pounding against my chest. He was speaking with his firm and dominant voice now and it always managed put me in place.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean it,” I squirmed beneath him “please forgive me, Daddy, I won’t do it again, please I want to cum for you,” I begged.

He cupped my face, swiping his thumb across my bottom lip “Are you going to be a good girl?”

I nodded my head frantically “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good,”

“Good.”

Our hips soon connected once more as the grinding resumed, more intense this time. He still had one of my hands pinned down. He pushed his thumb past my lips “Suck it,” I immediately complied and started sucking on his thumb as he rolled his hips into mine. I glanced up at him, watching as he panted, as his eyes were glazed over with pure lust. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, wet from the sweat that was forming there.

The movement of his hips were becoming faster and more intense, I squirmed beneath him from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that shot up through my entire body.

He pulled his thumb back before replacing it with his index and middle fingers, stuffing them down my mouth. I happily sucked on them and he let out a groan.

“I’m gonna cum baby girl,”

I moaned in response, pushing my hips up encouraging him to cum for me. He continued rocking his hips. As he reached his climax he moaned but he didn’t stop rocking his hips against mine. He wanted to make sure I came too before he stopped.

He leaned down and kissed my ear, fingers still in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around them. He breathed heavily down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My hips jerked up against his as my climax finally got closer, I squirmed beneath him, moaning against his fingers as I orgasmed.

Once it was over my body relaxed and I closed my eyes as his fingers left my mouth.

“You have no shame, coming in here and making me get my pants all dirty and covered with cum,” He scoffed playfully as he climbed off of me, walking to his drawers to find a new pair of pants and underwear. I let out a giggle as I sat up “I should be the one complaining since I’m the one who’s going to be doing your laundry, besides I know you enjoy it just as much as I do, you enjoy getting all dirty and nasty and turning me into a hot mess, don’t worry though next time I’ll try not to get your clothes dirty.”

He rolled his eyes tossing a pair of sweatpants at me to change into as well.

#Doyoung fanfic #doyoung smut #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct127 smut #nct doyoung fic #doyoung #nct127:dormmaid #dormmaid #my fic #my story

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hyunsuks-gf · 5 months ago

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SUK'S GF MASTERLIST

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it's dangerous outside the blanket

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CHOI HYUNSUK ;

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starillusion13 · 2 years ago

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THE BLUR: I Love the Lie

A NCT MAFIA AU

They knew she was the end but still chose to hold her hand.

They were monsters but she was their desire.

They believed what they wanted to believe and they trusted the lie.

Because she loved the lie.

She was the silent storm in the peaceful chaos of night.

Without her, the story is a blur and with her, it's a lie.

The memory which is too good to be a nightmare and too pathetic for a dream.

And he kept the memories forever.

The prologue will be posted soon..

It will portray all the NCT members so all of your biases will be there but only few would be the centered characters. It's totally about the dark side of the world's journey, so would you like to be the part?

NCT x named oc

Jaemin

“You smiled at me and for the first time it felt warm in this cold life.”

Jeno

“You held my hand softly in yours, so I pulled you closer in my embrace.”

Mark

“I didn’t know about love but you taught me about life. I wanted you to keep for myself.”

Haechan

“I thought you as a temporary fun, but you turned out to be the most painful forever."

Doyoung

"I played with knife and guns my whole life but it was you who pierced my heart."

Jaehyun

"I wanted everyone to fear me but only you to love me."

Taeyong

“Thank you for being the purest one. I never thought I deserved anyone like you. I loved to see the blood but never yours."

???

"Atleast we met as a friend but I wanted something more."

???

"Maybe next time I will show you my love for you."

???

"Ivy is the perfect name for you as you are really the God's gift in his life, in our life."

"Maybe I never belonged here, but I loved here. This place was a lie but I did the sin. The sin of falling in love with you all."

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atinyjules · 1 year ago

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Hi can I request a bf! Doyoung (treasure) scenario, the story is up to you but can you make it like a bit suggestive hehe tyia🫶

Baby I'm Yours Ft. Kim Doyoung

A/n: This was requested! I've never done anything suggestive but since I'm 18 now...maybe I can test the waters with this one 🌚

I'm not too great with suggestive ones but I hope this was a good first try.

Soo here ya go!

Genre: romance, suggestive, fluff, established relationship au

Pairings: Boyfriend!Doyoung x Fem oc

Warnings: swearing and suggestive (nothing too crazy)

"Babyy! How are you not done yet?" Your amazing boyfriend of three years whined from the living room as you got ready for your best friend Haruto's birthday party.

"We still have an hour, chill." You said and rolled your eyes as you did your hair.

"But don't take too long!" He complained making you sigh as you continued styling your hair.

After finishing your hair you stood up and changed into your outfit for the night. Haruto being the cool dude he was (well at least he thinks he is) decided to host a black outfits only themed party. So of course you wore a simple but elegant black mini dress. Before heading out, you looked over at the very expensive luxury perfume bottle Haruto gifted you on your birthday sat on the vanity. Promising that it would make Doyoung stick to you like glue, Haruto insisted you wear it to the party.

I haven't really gotten a chance to wear it yet anyways.

You took it and spritzed the perfume on yourself and walked out of the bedroom to see your boyfriend fixing his hair in the mirror.

"I'm donee!" You say in a bright tone making him let put a sigh of relief.

"Finally! Can we go...now." The last word came out in a softer tone as Doyoung stood there speechless with his jaw on the ground as you made your way towards him.

"What?" You ask while closing his mouth.

"Damn...you look...gorgeous." He says before breaking into a proud smirk and twirling you around, then pulling you to him by your waist. He takes in your scent and pulls back to look at you with a new sense of confidence.

"New perfume?" He asks making you chuckle as you nod.

"Yup, you like it?" You ask but instead of responding to your question he pulls you in for a passionate kiss as his hands roam around your waist.

"Can we just not go?" He whispers in your ear as he presses a kiss to your jaw.

"No, Haruto will be upset. Besides, didn't you want to go from the start? Now, stop kissing." You say in hopes of pushing him off of you but he only tightens the grip on your body.

"Haruto can wait, I can't. " He says in a soft tone and presses a trail of kisses to your jaw down to your neck.

"You can wait, Haruto can't...it's his birthday baby. Come on, now stop being sappy." You say making him whine as he crashed his lips into yours. After resisting for a while you let yourself melt into the kiss and wrap your hands around his neck as he caresses your cheek.

After breaking the kiss to breathe he looks at you with a smile.

"Does that mean we can skip?" He asks making you smile as you wrapped an arm around his neck and used the other to wipe the red tint of your lipstick from his lips.

"Nope, now be a sweetheart and go put Haruto's gifts in the car while I retouch my makeup." You say making him groan and give up as he took the gifts to the car.

While you retouched your make up, you looked at the ysl libré perfume bottle and sighed.

"Guess Haruto wasn't lying after all." You say with a smile and head to the car to go to Haruto's party.

After Doyoung pulled up infront of Haruto's place you were about to get out of the car when Doyoung pulled you by the seat belt and locked you in place before latching his lips on you again.

"We could just drop off the gifts and wish him a happy birthday and be on your way home...what do you say?" He whispered after breaking the kiss.

"No, Haruto is my best friend...we can't just ditch him." You say with a smile before pecking his lips and getting out of the car.

"And I'm your boyfriend...Aeraaa!" He called out your name with a whine as you left him in the car.

×××

"There's the birthday boy!" You cheered as Haruto proudly opened his arms and let you hug him.

"You're late." He said making you laugh and apologize as Haruto broke into a smile.

"I'm just messing with you." He said and made his way to give Doyoung a bro hug.

"Happy birthday bro." Doyoung said with a smile as Haruto nodded proudly.

"Thanks, sooo what do you think of the party?" Haruto asked while spreading his arms to motion at the decor.

"It's so you, oooh a bar!" Doyoung said and slipped away as Haruto looked at you with a knowing look.

"What's got him so...weird?" He asked as you rolled your eyes.

"He kept insisting that we skip the party." You say making Haruto laugh.

"Well, now you owe me 10 dollars." He said making you scoff as he smirks.

"I told you the perfume is magic." Haruto says proudly making you sigh as he pushed you towards the bar.

"Go cheer up loverboy before he becomes a sad boy." He says making you chuckle as you thank him and head to where Doyoung sat and drank a cocktail on his own.

"Hey, baby." You say in a sweet tone as he looks up at you happily.

"Are we leaving?" He asks in an excited tone as you shake your head.

"Nope, buuut I'm here!" You say in a cheerful tone as doyoung pulls you by the waist and puckers his lips, asking for a kiss which you happily give.

"Baby I'm yours." He whispers in your ear making you giggle.

"Why so sudden?" You ask as he presses a kiss you your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

"I just thought that you should know before we head home." He whispered in your ear.

Oml this was so weird. I'm sorry the ending was weird. I didn't know how to end it so I just abruptly ended it like that cuz...well...my mindwas not cooperating iugwim.

But I hope it was good enough!🥹🎀

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨️

#kpop fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop masterlist #kpop ff #kpop fics #treasure x reader #treasuremasterlist #treasure doyoung x reader #treasure fluff #treasure reactions #treasure #treasure oneshot #treasure imagines

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staryeons · 5 months ago

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1x1 discord kpop rp ad!

hi! i'm looking for a long term rp partner on discord! i am 23 years old so i am looking for adult partners only. if you don't have your age anywhere, i will ask for it before we proceed with anything

i am looking for a krp! i can do mxm, fxm, or fxf! however, i am only looking to do idol x idol! no oc x idol as of right now, i'm sorry :/

i'm mainly looking for those who want to roleplay nct, (i like to rp as jungwoo, doyoung, ten, sicheng, xiaojun, and jeno but i can play anyone besides wishies)

other groups i can roleplay are: twice, itzy, ateez, svt

i am a semi lit to lit writer but i don't mind any writing style as long as there's effort put in. no one liners or asterisk roleplayers please.

i write smut on my main blog so i am 100% okay with smut, and actually prefer writing it. however, i don't want the rp to be all smut with no plot.

please be willing to plot with me!!! i don't mind starting plotting conversations but i don't want to be doing all the work 😭 plz throw me an idea or two.

i don't expect my rp partners to reply immediately, but if you're going to be busy/unavailable please let me know and i will show the same respect to you. no ghosters pls

like this post and ill reach out! or dm me first haha

#kpop rp #krp #krp ad #nct rp #nct roleplay #nct krp #kpop roleplay #discord krp #discord rp #1x1 rp #1x1 krp #ateez rp #itzy rp #twice rp #svt rp

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nana-jeong · 9 months ago

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VAMPIRE UNIVERSITIES

Pairings: Vampire idols x OCs

Genre: Vampire, Fantasy, Mystery

Warnings: mention of blood, blood sucking/drinking, demons, kill/ngs, curse words, grammatical mistakes/errors (you can correct me!), typographical, etc (will put warnings in each chapters)

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

NEO UNIVERSITY | NCT 127 AU

𓆩𓆪 ROSE (vampire Taeyong x OC x Vampire Doyoung) - feat OT8/9 [w/ Winwin]

𓆩𓆪 WHITE IRIS (vampire Jaehyun x OC x Vampire Yuta) - feat OT8/9 [w/ Winwin]

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

PHANTOM UNIVERSITY

soon...

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

DREAM()SCAPE UNIVERISTY

soon...

#nct x reader #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #vampire au

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sunflowerhyuckie · 10 months ago

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Profiles (1) !

kang juri: @/judgejury is a 2nd year psych student who's currently regretting all her life decisions. she decided to major in psychology thinking that it would help her be mentally sane in the long run and understand people better but the only thing she's getting out of this is stress. The only good things in her life are NTC 172's songs and Jung jaehyun. She's quiet and doesn't talk much, she let's things go as they are and doesn't like to meddle with life.

lee haechan (donghyuck): @/hyuckdlee is a 2nd year computer science student who's having the time of his life (no he's not- the workload is too much he is about to give up; he should have taken music). He's loud, outspoken and cheers up everyone with his (bad) jokes. He thinks NTC 172 are overrated and that he can definitely sing better than them (better? Idk about that but he can match their level for sure). If there's one thing he hates (affectionate) more than NTC 172, it's his twin Hera. Oh, and he an itty bitty crush on his bestfriend juri.

mark lee: @/sparkleee is a 2nd year music student who loves music with all his heart. He is well established on YouTube and SoundCloud and has fans from the whole country. How he blew up? He doesn't know but he likes to write songs for artists and release his own. His biggest achievement is taking part in writing the song 'baby don't like it' by NTC 172.

lee hera: @/heralovesplants is a 2nd year bottany student who wishes she was named Demeter instead of Hera. She is a doyoung fan and loves NTC 172's music. She swears it's the only thing keeping her going in this harsh harsh world. Her love for plants is crazy and her dorm is filled with different kinds of plants. She's unserious and a little loud. Haechan is her biggest hater and she is his.

na jaemin: @/jaeminthemiddle is a 2nd year med student who talks about dropping out every Friday at 10 am (it's scheduled and one of his friends has to say 'JAEMIN NO' to stop him.) He's interested in photography but picked medicine because he thought 'how bad could it possibly be?' well, it is very bad but the thought of the money he could earn is rewarding and keeps him going.

giselle (aeri): @/aeriselle is a 2nd year fashion design student who is very much happy with her major. Gives fashion advice to anyone who asks and loves to help her friends. She jokingly (🤨) simps on eco major Karina, listens to NTC 172 and LOVES to play dress to impress with 10 year olds (she swears she doesn't bully them!)

huang renjun: @/renningaway is a 2nd year law student who picked law because he was told he was good at debating and arguments. He doesn't know if he likes his major or not. He's not looking for relationships right now and wants to pursue art as a side quest but he's not so sure about it. He bickers with hyuck on a daily basis and is very close to juri.

li jixia: @/xiaxia10 is a 2nd year dance student and has a YouTube channel where she posts dance videos every week. She likes renjun and has liked him ever since she first met him (it was quite cute- we'll get to it later.) She's NTC 172's biggest fan and supports hyuck and hera's dumb decisions wholeheartedly.

pairings: main - haechan x fem!oc, side - mark x fem!oc, renun x fem!oc and giselle x karina.

genre: smau, written, fluff, angst (minor), bsf-to-lovers.

warnings: pls check the Masterlist!

taglist: open! pls send an ask or comment to be added!

a/n: I made mark the same age as the others because why not 🤩

Masterlist

#renjun #nct x reader #haechan #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream #mark lee #nct #nct 127 #nct dream x reader #haechan x reader #renjun x reader #nct smau #smau #nct fanfic #nct fanfic recs #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #mark x reader

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restlessmaknae · 2 years ago

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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

RULES

Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou

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norixseaweed · 5 months ago

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NCT 127's Dorm Maid Ch. 5 - Yuta

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid Genre: smut Chapter: 5 Characters: Yuta x oc/reader Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Contains: Dom/sub, spanking, restraining, choking, hair pulling, deep throating, teasing Summary: When NCT’s Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT’s new dorm maid. NCT weren’t unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected.

For some reason in the past few days Yuta would often glance at me or stare me down as I worked, even when I wasn’t wearing anything revealing or provocative to give him a reason to stare so much.

Sometimes he would even purposely drop something on the floor for me to pick up and he would watch as I did. It was kind of annoying I won’t lie but the way he would look at me got me feeling all hot and bothered. Something about his eyes.

He was kind of cocky with me at times, which was also super annoying, but god damn it it was also so hot. It got me thinking about how cocky he’d be in bed. But I did try to ignore it and focus on my job.

One day I decided to nag everyone about the toothpaste that was always left open and the pile of clothes I’d find on the floor of the bathroom and anywhere else.

“Okay, I’m getting sick of this, who is it? Who’s the one leaving the tube of toothpaste open, and who’s leaving clothes on the floor? Are you that lazy? The basket is right there, how do you miss the basket, I don’t understand-”

The boys stared at me and Jaehyun pointed at Yuta “It’s him, he’s the culprit!” I glared at Yuta as he nodded his head and admitted it.

“It’s not that hard to put the cap back on the tube, what are you so in a hurry for that you don’t close it? It literally takes like a second, and the clothes? Like I said the basket is right there, I swear if you can’t just do the simplest of things then I feel sorry for your future spouse..."

“Ooo Yuta is getting nagged by the maid, he fucked up!” Mark snickered.

“And? You’re our maid, it’s the maid’s job to clean, so why should I do all that?” Yuta said childishly.

The boys and I all stared at Yuta, our mouths gaped open. I closed my jaw and crossed my arms under my chest “Fine, you keep doing that, you’ll see what happens the next time I find those things like that...”

“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” He raised a brow, leaning back against the sofa with his arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other, and I swear I can see a small smirk forming on his lips.

So I smirked back “Is that what you’re into?” I shrugged “I’ll make sure to buy a paddle just for you then, little prince.”

“Hohooo shit! She just called Yuta a bottom!" Mark laughed.

I smiled sweetly and turned away to make my way into the kitchen.

The next day I was relaxing on my sofa in my bathrobe after I had a nice soak in the bath. I was reading a book as I drank the strawberry milkshake I had made for myself when the sound of my doorbell caught my attention. I set down my milkshake and book, fixing my robe on me to make sure I was covered as I went to the door monitor to see who it was.

On the camera I saw Yuta with a box so I opened the door for him “Hey Yuta, what’s with the box?”

“Doyoung’s mom sent us some homemade kimchi and he told me to bring some down for you too.”

“Oh! Thank you, you can just set it down here...” I stepped back and opened the door wider for him. Yuta stepped inside, placing the box down.

He turned to face me and he not so subtly looked me up and down. He stepped closer to me and reached over my shoulder, shutting the door behind me, moving closer to me as he did so. I instinctively stepped back as he got closer until my back hit the door. He had me pinned, one hand resting by my head against the door as he traced my jawline with the back of his fingers with his other hand as my heart pounded against my chest in excitement.

He let out a soft hum, as if in thought “You know, you lied to me the other day, you thought I wouldn’t find out?”

“Lied? About what?” My voice came out small, his intense stare was intimidating.

“Usually people try to hide evidence better than that, did you think I wouldn’t notice the used condom sitting on top of the pile of trash in the trash bin when I went to check on Jungwoo?” He tsked and shook his head “Just like that day with Mark, you think I didn’t know about that? You really need to work on your discreteness,” My eyes widened when he mentioned Mark.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he scoffed, he was now smirking at me, his face inches from mine, his fingers slowly moving down my robe, gripping onto the only thing holding my robe together and keeping my body from being exposed.

“I saw it with my own two eyes, I decided to keep quiet thinking you two had a thing but…with Jungwoo…I realized you’re just a horny little girl...” He tugged on the belt of the robe, the fabric now hanging to the sides, my bare body now uncovered. I shuddered as the cold air hit my body.

He pressed his body against mine, burying his face against my neck, kissing and sucking my skin as he worked his way up my jawline, to my ear, whispering huskily.

“Now tell me cutie, how kinky are you? Because I’d really love to rough you up right now, I want to see what a dirty little girl you really are, make you beg for my cock...” my breath hitched and my thighs pressed against each other on their own to create friction as a shudder of excitement raced down my spine.

My hands clenched onto the front of his shirt as I gulped down hard before answering “Let’s just say, there really isn’t much I’d say no to-”

“I like that answer.”

He pressed his lips against mine, hands roaming my body, massaging my breasts. He pressed his thigh up between mine, pressing up against me and I began to move my hips against his thigh. He lips parted from mine before latching them onto the skin of my neck. I rested my head back against the door, letting out a sigh as I grew more and more aroused.

Yuta soon lifted both of my legs up to his waist and I wrapped them around him, my arms snaking around his neck. He then proceeded to carry me into the living room, setting me down on my feet in front of the coffee table. He pushed my robe off my shoulders, and it slid down my arms and onto the floor. His hands then fiddled with his belt buckle before pulling it off.

“Hands behind your back and turn around for me, Princess.” He emphasized calling me Princess.

I did as told without hesitation. I felt him tying my wrists up with his belt. He then turned me back around to face him, giving me a soft kiss on the lips before guiding me down onto my knees.

“Let me see that pretty little tongue of yours, Princess.”

My lips spread apart and I hung my tongue out for him. I looked up at him, my breath growing heavier in anticipation. I watched as his fingers moved to open to the button and zipper on his pants before pulling his erection out. He was definitely a bit bigger than Mark, girthier too. I glanced up at him and he ran his fingers through my hair while he used his other hand to bring his cock closer to my lips, teasingly tapping it against my tongue.

“Do you want it princess?” He asked, his voice deep and low.

I let out a soft whimper and nodded in response. He smirked.

“Do you want to taste it? Feel deep down your throat? Does my little Princess want to choke on it?”

I once again nodded, squirming a bit as I whined for him to let me taste him. He soon stopped stroking my hair and gripped onto a bundle of my hair tightly, pushing my head forward, pushing his erection into my mouth. I immediately wrapped my lips around him and began to suck on his cock, moving my head in a back and forth motion.

He soon pulled my head back to let me catch my breath. “Can you hold your breath for long?”

I nodded.

“Let’s test that out then shall we shall we?”

He pushed the tip of his cock back into my mouth before roughly pushing my head in, I gagged as he pushed himself deep down my throat, tears forming on the corners of my eyes. He let out a deep groan, the sound of it sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I pressed my thighs together and squirmed as I grew more needy for him. He held my head in place for a few seconds, my eyes looking up to find his.

His eyes soon met mine “You look so fucking good, Princess,” he soon began to move his hips, slowly fucking my throat as he let out soft moans. He let me catch my breath again for a moment before resuming his actions, this time he was rougher. His hips thrusting forward hard as tears rolled down my cheeks, saliva escaping my lips and down my chin.

After a couple more thrusts he pulled out and let go of my hair, watching as I was panting, admiring my tear stained face. He soon lifted me and bent me over the coffee table, his hands roaming my ass, he lifted his hand, landing a hard spank against my ass. He then leaned forward and pressed a kiss where he had spanked me before biting down and sucking. I let out a soft whimper, I was sure he had left a mark.

He soon spread my legs open “You’re so wet for me, Princess,” he let out a chuckle, this time biting down and sucking on the back of my thigh as his thumb teased my wet throbbing lips, moving it up and down as he played with my juices.

“These marks are for whoever else you’re fucking to see how much of slut you are...”

I felt his tongue move along my folds , flicking against my clit, before hips lips latched around it. He sucked on it for a bit before dragging his tongue back up between my folds. His fingers spread my lips open and I could feel him staring at my exposed entrance. I could feel myself turning red with embarrassment as he did.

I then felt his tongue push itself into me, moving along my walls, sending shivers up my spine, a moan escaping my lips. He let out a soft hum as he moved his tongue inside of me before it pulled out and found its way back to my clit, teasing it. He sucked on it and grazed his teeth against it.

“Yuta,” I breathily called out his name, “I-I need you, please,”

“I can’t hear you, you’re gonna have to speak up, Princess,”

I raised my voice and begged “Please, Yuta, I need you inside me, I want to feel your thick cock inside me-”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I could hear him move behind me, he then lifted me onto my feet “where’s your room?” I nodded my head towards my bedroom door before he led me to it. He helped me onto the bed, making me lie on my stomach before stripping his clothes off, letting them drop to the floor.

He soon climbed on top of me “Do we need a condom?” I shook my head “I’m on the pill…” He let out a hum in response.

He then soon began to tease my entrance with his cock, I let out a whine in protest, pressing my ass back against it.

He let out a soft chuckle “so eager to have me stuff you with my cock, hm? So adorable...” I bit down on my lip and he finally pushed himself into me, a moan escaping my lips again. He pushed himself deep into me as he leaned his body forward, pressing himself down against my back and tied up hands, his arms resting at my side as he buried his face against my neck.

He began to move his hips once I had adjusted to his size, his breath hot and heavy against my neck, sending shivers down my body. It didn’t take him long to start thrusting roughly into me, hips moving more quickly. I moaned more loudly this time, I could feel his lips smirking against my skin before he moved to press a kiss to my shoulder.

“Tell me, did Jungwoo fuck you this good? Does he make you feel as good as I do, Princess?” I bit down on my lip, unable to answer as I was too lost in pleasure and lust. I soon felt his fingers move to the front of my throat, before he squeezed, choking me and bringing his face next to mine as he slowly pulled his hips back, then suddenly thrusting hard and deep into me. I gasped and whimpered, my wrist trying to fight the belt, I wanted to grasp onto something.

With a deep husky tone, he whispered against my ear “No need to answer me Princess, I already know the answer.” He chuckled before resuming his previous hip movements. Pounding into me roughly. He soon loosened his grip on my throat, allowing me to breath.

His hip movement soon stopped, pulling himself out of me and I let out a whine “Shit...don’t stop...”

“You think I’m going you leave today without hearing how loud you can get?” He snickered pulling my hips up, lifting me onto my knees, my upper body still lying against the bed. I felt him gently rub a small area on my ass before landing a few smacks against my skin. He pushed himself back into me, his hand grasped onto my hair before tugging on it, lifting my body up closer to him.

My walls tighten around him at his actions. One of the many things I loved was getting treated roughly and getting my hair pulled and he was doing it all right. He pressed a soft kiss against my ear “Remember to stop me when you need me to,” he was voice was more gentle this time, I nodded “rough me up, baby, pull my hair, choke me, I don’t care I just want you to make me a mess...”

I could feel him smile against my ear before he pressed another kiss. He began to thrust his hips into me again. He would often slow down only to suddenly pound himself back into me. My moans got louder, filling the room.

Eventually he had untied my hands, laying me onto my back before finding his position on top of me again. I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails into his shoulders as he continued to fuck me. We were both sweating a lot at this point, our breaths hot and heavy as the sounds of our moans and the sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the room. His hand wrapped around my throat once more as he choked me again. I could feel my blood rush to my head as I gripped onto his arm, digging my nails unintentionally into his arm as the pleasure filled my body and mind.

My back arched up as I felt myself grow closer to my climax. I squirmed underneath him, my walls tightening around him once again. He loosened his grip just a bit for me to breath before tightening it again, I moved a hand down between us to rub my own clit as I grew painfully close. I let out a curse and Yuta let go of my throat as he realized it “Fuck, come for me my Princess-” my body convulsed underneath him as I loudly moaned out his named for the neighbors to hear.

“Shit, I love how loud you are.”

Yuta continued to move inside of me, before pulling out of me. He jerked himself off until thick streams of cum squirted out, landing on the top of my abdomen. I looked down at it then back up at him, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. Yuta reached for the tissue at my bedside table to wipe me off before lying down beside me, pulling me into his embrace and I turned to face him, wrapping my arm around him.

He caressed my face, pressed a soft kiss to my forehead speaking softly and in a gentle tone “How are you feeling, Princess?”

I felt relaxed and at ease when he spoke that way. Ilet out a soft hum, my voice barely coming out as I tried to speak “I’m fine...”

“Do you need anything? Are you in pain?”

I smiled at his concern and shook my head, burying my face against his chest.

“I should probably ask you if you need anything, I think I gave you a few scratches...” I let a small chuckle.

He let out a soft laugh and shook his head “I think I’ll be fine, I like being marked, it's hot.”

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