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[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . sunhee coming thru for @bluemode

            heading down the stairs backstage while heaving, sunny grabs the towel ready for her on the side, wiping away the sweat on her forehead and neck. " you really need to work on that bridge part, byul. " she points out her bandmate's mistake during one of their new songs, always making sure she gives them constructive criticism. grabbing two water bottles resting on one of the big speaker cases out back, she walks up to the other male, handing him one, " hey, you did a great job today. " doing a complete 180, always feeling the need to compliment him. " are you doing anything tonight ? " the lead singer asks with a big, flirty smile. a usual occurrence wherein she's trying her hardest to spend as much time with him.

[lucidrims]

            ​​​​​​​though  there  were  still  a  few  loose  ends  left  to  tie  in  her  life,  sunhee  felt  an  immense  weight  lift  from  her  shoulders  after  that  sweet,  shared  moment.  hearing  yongguk's  reassuring  words  -  that  he,  too,  had  been  dreaming  of  this  -  was  just  the  perfect  cherry  on  top.  with  her  heart  pounding,  she  hesitates  for  a  beat,  debating  whether  to  go  through  with  it.  "  a-actually,  "  she  starts,  suddenly  hyperaware  of  the  loud,  bustling  atmosphere  around  them,  questioning  if  this  was  really  the  right  time  and  place  for  this  conversation.  "  should  we  step  outside  ?  or,  maybe  find  somewhere  quieter  ?  i  just  feel  like  this  isn't  the  right  setting  for  me  to  say  what  i  need  to,  or  for  us  to  really  talk.  "  more  than  anything,  she  knew  yongguk  deserved  to  hear  her  out  without  any  distractions.  with  the  band  still  mid-set,  she  slides  out  of  her  seat,  extending  her  hand  to  yongguk  with  a  small,  playful  grin.  "  let’s  go  somewhere  else  so  we  can  talk  properly  ?  "

       it  was  undeniable,  the  moment  lips  made  contact  it  felt  so  right  and  yongguk  was  certain  sunhee  felt  the  same  as  him.  two  jigsaw  pieces  fitting  together,  meant  to  be.  despite  time  standing  still,  the  kiss  ended  quicker  than  male  would've  liked  it  too,  an  itch  remaining  on  his  pair  as  eyes  were  scooting  over  sunhee's  beautiful  features,  from  her  big  doe-like  eyes,  to  the  cherry  lips  that  he  was  still  deeply  craving  a  taste  of  again.  words  leaving  her  moving  mouth  causing  a  chuckle  to  emit  from  his  own,  hand  resting  neatly  against  cheek,  tip  of  thumb  tracing  skin  just  beneath  bottom  part  of  her  lips.   "  right  back  at  you,  sunny  ...  i've  dreamt  about  this  moment.  "   had  the  moment  not  been  mutual,  those  words  could've  sounded  kind  of  creepy  in  a  sense  but,  the  dreamy  moment  made  it  seem  natural  to  confess.  gaze  meet  hers  upon  her  statement,  forehead  going  to  rest  against  hers,  allowing  tip  of  noses  to  butterfly  kiss  as  he  simply  hums  in  a  low  tone.   "  hm  ?  what  is  it  ?  "   partly  knowing,  hoping,  it'd  be  exactly  what  he  had  been  wanting  to  tell  her  all  this  time,  but  yongguk  didn't  wish  to  force  her  to  make  any  decisions  in  case  ...  just  in  case  ...  it  wasn't  as  mutual  as  he  was  feeling.

[chroniclesofbts]

Break my Walls P.2

Genre: A/B/O, Poly BTS and Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter, eventual smut, slow burn, angst, fluff

A/N: A little filler so you can understand some background. Enjoy!

Namjoon’s POV

Pulling up to the large pack house, Namjoon couldn’t help but notice the lack of people outside of the house. Getting out of the vehicle, he lead his pack to the front door of the Kang Pack. He could sense the nerves of his mates, sending them a look of comfort before her rang the doorbell. Truthfully, the only reason they were there was to support the Choi pack in breaking their support for the Kang pack. He knew that having extra packs would increase the chances of them all leaving without a fight. The Kang Pack has been taking Omegas from surrounding packs to breed. They only accepted Alpha pups, kicking out or killing the omegas and their children that come out as anything but an Alpha.

The front door swung open to reveal Kang Dae himself, reeking of an Omega. He clearly just came back from spending time with one of his omegas.

“Welcome Kim Pack, please come in, let me show you around!” Alpha Dae exclaimed. Unfortunately, they were the first pack to arrive. Meaning they would have to entertain the Alpha until either the Choi pack or Lee pack arrived.

As they walked through the house, they could smell the aroma of fresh baked desserts. One scent in particular sticking out. The pack had made Apple pie, and it was calling to him. Finally, they entered the kitchen, finding the source of the aromas.

“And this is the kitchen!” Alpha Dae exclaimed. In the kitchen were two omegas, one covered in bites, bruises, scratches, and Kang Dae’s scent. She must have been the omega he was with upon our arrival. The other omega was beautiful, shining with innocence but smelling of nerves and fear. If Kang noticed, he didn’t comment on it, praising his packs desserts.

“Thank you for having us on such short notice, The Choi pack has asked for our input on today’s meeting.” I said, hoping to pull the Alpha’s eyes from the poor omega who was shifting her feet with nerves. Glancing through the desserts, I don’t see an apple pie.

“I can’t find Apple pie, Alpha. I was so sure I smelled it in the living room.” Jin said through mind link, his confusion echoing through the bond.

“I can’t see it either, but I can smell it too” I replied, “stay back and take a closer look, maybe it’s in the oven”

Following Kang through the rest of the upstairs, I couldn’t help but notice how there were no omegas.

“It sure is empty in the house, and outside, Alpha Dae. Your pack must have been busy preparing, are they resting now?” I inquired, watching as the man began to fidget.

“Ah- yes! They are, uh, p-preparing for dinner now!” He stuttered nervously, saved from more questions by the doorbell, signaling the arrival of the other packs.

“Sunhee! Show the Kim pack their rooms!” Alpha Dae demanded. Leaving the hallway as soon as she appeared to greet the rest.

“Right this way, Alpha’s” she purred, releasing pheromones. “You’ve been assigned these two rooms, with 2 beds each. They connect through the bathroom there. Don’t forget that you’re our guests, anything you need just let us know. Our Omegas are always on standby” she flirted, leaving when we didn’t respond.

“Hobi, go get Jin, we wouldn’t want for Kang to catch him alone with the Omega.” I said, setting my bags down on the bed.

“Alpha?” Jimin said, placing his hands on my chest. “You seem stressed, is there anything we can do?”

“I can’t get the scent out of my head. I swore they made apple pie. I also can’t understand the dynamic here, everything is so strange. The poor omega in the kitchen was shaking like a leaf and to be offered services from their omegas, how is Kang okay with this?” I breathed out, feeling my stress fade with Jimin’s hands holding me.

Just then, Jin burst through the door, “I know what the smell is!”

I looked up at the excitement on Jin’s face, “What?”

“The omega, she smells like Apples and Cinnamon. I couldn’t tell until I was closer, but it’s her. She smelled so good, but she was so nervous. I tried to compliment her and it just made her scent worse. Am I losing my touch?” Jin threw himself on the bed with his arm over his eyes.

“I’m going to find her” I decide, “everyone else should get ready for dinner”

“Hyung?” Jungkook called, “is she?”

“That’s what I’m going to find out”

“I hope she is, Joon you should have seen all of the desserts she made special for the omegas. There were so many and they smelled so good. I need to learn the recipes.” Jin sighed dreamily, struggling to hold onto his headspace.

I start out the hallway towards the stairs when I run into a small figure. Immediately, apples and cinnamon invade my senses, and I know it is the omega I was searching for. I steady her by the shoulders.

“Woah, sorry Omega, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” I said, making sure she is steady. “My names Namjoon, you were one of the Omegas in the kitchen. Your desserts smelled amazing. Jin said how you had desserts dedicated to Omegas. He was very impressed with your knowledge and variety of desserts.”

“Oh, it’s not often I get to make omega desserts, I had to make as many as I could for my packs omegas to experience” she rambled, freezing and looking up in alarm. Why would she not be allowed to make the desserts? Why did she seem scared that she told me?

“Why-” I start, only to be interrupted by one of her pack members.

“Omega, clothes, now!” He barked. I watched her body move, following his order. I don’t even know her name. I watched her go all the way down the hall before I returned to my pack.

“Oof-“ I don’t even get the door closed before I’m tackled to the ground.

“Jimin! Jungkook! What’s the meaning of this?” I growl.

“You smell like her!” Jimin breathed out. Both of them shoving their faces into my shirt.

“Come on, dinners ready. We don’t want to be late” Taehyung growled, jealous he didn’t get to Namjoon first.

And for the first time, the Kim pack was excited to have dinner with another pack.

[californiahq-archived]

+𝟐 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

sunhee 'maris' kang ( kim sejeong ) is looking for a past love interest/former colleague who is approximately mid/late 20s years old. they look a bit like paul mescal, choi san, florence pugh, joe keery, taylor russell, ayo edebiri, jessie mei li, jack quaid, lana condor, utp. you do not have to contact the mun prior to applying. ( feel free to contact @paastliives if you'd like! but they probably would've met on a former project maris wrote for and probably just flirted and awkwardly danced around each other until the end of the project. they always meant to reconnect after but never did - who knows how.. maybe they replied to a silly tweet maris made or maybe maris accidentally buttdialed y/m.. the only major thing would be y/m would have to work in film/tv as they met on a set - their actual occupation in the field is utp though! ).

sunhee 'maris' kang ( kim sejeong ) is looking for a twitter mutual turned friend who is approximately 22-30 years old. they look a bit like keke palmer, jennie kim, choi yeonjun, zion moreno, stephanie hsu, taylor russell, avan jogia, evan mock, utp. you do not have to contact the mun prior to applying. ( feel free to contact @paastliives if you'd like! just two twitter famous besties being pals.. but they probably had a few interactions, realised they had similar interests & lived close together and voila! or maybe they met at an open mic night and realised they were twitter mutuals? the possibilities are pretty open! ).

[neowinestainedress]

Treacherous ; kim doyoung

title: treacherous | part of the “loving him was red” series 

pairing: kim doyoung x oc | side members: oc’s best friend jaehyun ; mentioned johnny, mark, jungwoo 

genre: fbw to lovers!au, getting together!au, smut, fluff, 

warnings: smut, fingering, minor nipple play, squirting, riding, soft sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction, wrap it up irl), public sex (it’s a bathroom of a club), jealous sex (kind of), rough sex, dirty talk (praise and a little little bit of humiliation)

summary: Loving Doyoung is treacherous, reckless, but she can’t help being pulled to him. She knows she should let him go, but she can’t stop thinking about him, his name haunting her every night. So she risks it all because it’s known that nothing safe is worth the drive.

words: 8.847

taglist: @meowniee @commentgirl @b1kon131 @blossom-rea​ | if you’d like to be added comment on the masterlist of the series 

a/n: So, here’s the first story for the series! I’m really excited to finally share this, I had fun writing this and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. I appreciate feedback of any kind so if you want to, don’t be shy to let me know what you think about it. As always, english isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes, I’m trying my best. Enjoy! 

Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye, 'Til the gravity's too much. And I'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands. And I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand.

Sunhee always thought there was something intoxicating about Doyoung. Something that pulled her to him silently, without him doing or saying a thing. There was this attraction, pushing her to him, naturally, almost as if they were said to be together. 

And now, that she stared at him, reading a book with his head low, and the warm light of the lamp hit his sharp features, she couldn’t help but wonder how she got there. 

When she first got to know him, it was never supposed to turn this domestic. She wasn’t supposed to feel this warmth raise in her chest every time she stared at him, or hear her heartbeat ring in her ears every time his name crossed her mind. 

It was supposed to be just sex, no strings attached, no love, nothing.

Sunhee had no idea when she started to crave him, not his body, not his touch, but him. Probably it was the fault of their nights spent up, talking about what he enjoyed the most. And she would just sit there, head on her knees, listening to him and his antics about the more and less. Right on that bed, while the city outside slept silently, and she was busy getting lost in his words about economy, and other things she couldn’t even get. 

Doyoung was incredibly smart and well-spoken, and she felt dragged to him with every single word. There was nothing sexy about the GDP of the country or the precarious conditions of some country she couldn’t even remember where it was placed on the map, but his voice somehow made everything interesting. 

“Are you okay?” Doyoung’s voice shook her out of her thoughts. He was still sitting on the armchair, the book was closed on his lap and his sharp brown eyes were staring at her. 

She nodded mindlessly and got up from the bed, fixing the crumpled sheets where her body applied pressure. 

“I was just... thinking,” she replied, putting her long brown hair in a loose ponytail, just to get them out of the way. 

“Thinking of?” Doyoung asked, voice low and head reclined against the back of the beige armchair. 

She stilled for a second, her eyes wandering around the room trying to search for an answer in her bookshelves and other belongings. But nothing can come from inanimate objects, especially when you are that deep into something, or worse, somebody. All the books she had read in her life couldn’t give her a way out of that situation, they were books, words inked down a blank page, this was real life. And she was screwed. 

‘You,’ she wanted to answer. ‘I was thinking about you.’ But she didn’t, she just sighed and pulled his shirt down her thighs more. 

“Just job,” she lied, “my boss assigned me something I never did because one of my co-workers has to leave for a week.” 

The man hummed and placed the book on the bookshelf beside him before patting the space on his lap for her to sit. 

She wanted to stay there, not move an inch, but once again, he was calling her, pulling her in without a choice. 

She slowly walked toward him, her bare feet coming in contact with the cold pavement making shivers run down her spine. 

“Sit here,” he gestured, opening his arm for her to have space to sit on his lap, “let me take care of you.” 

Here they were again; her trapped in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, while his hands caressed the small of her back. 

“Look at me, baby,” Doyoung commanded and she obeyed, raising her face to stare at his eyes. 

Her breath got stuck in her throat just like the first time they were this close. She gulped, she really was screwed. Doyoung was so handsome, probably the most beautiful man she ever laid eyes on, and knowing that he was so close, yet so far, killed her. 

She wanted him to be hers, and hers only. But could she risk losing even this? No, simply because this was better than nothing. 

“I can hear your thoughts from here, Sunhee,” Doyoung whispered, his lips almost grazing hers, but never touching. Their eyes locked into each other, the room and the world disappearing around them. 

“I – I, ” she mumbled, but the words were stuck in her lungs, his slender fingers caressing her naked skin made her brain short-circuit. 

“Relax, love. Just breathe,” he instructed, his voice sounding sultry, and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall against his. “Just like this,” he whispered, humming under his breath. 

A moan escaped her lips when his cold fingers made their way to her nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt, hardening them in the blink of an eye. 

“You like it, don’t you?” He asked, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. 

She nodded, suppressing a moan in her throat. 

“Get up, sweetheart,” he commanded, abruptly stopping the movement on her boobs. 

She whined but quickly got up standing in front of him, pressing her thighs together to get the bare minimum of friction. 

Doyoung raised an eyebrow and moved his hand to tell her to get out of her clothes, but just when she was about to pull the shirt off of her body he stopped her. 

“Just your panties,” he said, “I want to fuck you with my shirt on.” 

A moan rolled out of her lips as she felt her folds getting even wetter at his words. 

“Good girl,” he praised her, a smile on his serious face and then he patted his thighs again. 

She simply gave him a small smile but her heart was beating then times faster in her chest. The soft, slow sex with him killed her once she would wake up in the morning by herself after a night like that, but at the moment it felt the best. It was all the romantic things she knew she could never get from him. 

His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her down, back facing him, legs locked open by his, her wet pussy left bare in the air of the room. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror, love,” Doyoung murmured in her ears, moving her ponytail to the other side, his hand cupping her chin forcing her to stare at the reflecting surface in front of them. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He moved his shirt up, just enough to expose her cunt better. 

She rolled her head back but Doyoung was fast at forcing it up again. 

“No, no, eyes at the mirror while I take care of you, Sun,” he ordered, but his voice was always calm. 

Sunhee started grinding against him, in protest, or greed, she didn’t even know. It was hot, but a little bit embarrassing. 

All the thoughts left her mind once his hand was against her pussy, spreading her lips making the cold air of the room hit her warmest part. 

“Doyoung,” she moaned. 

“Patience, love,” he warned, slapping her folds softly. “Let me take care of you.” 

His hand left her pussy and trailed up on her torso reaching her boobs, but this time under the thin fabric, he cupped them and started to massage them, making curses spill out of her lips while she tried to close her legs in the – useless – attempt of suppressing the aching pain between her legs. 

A mocking chuckle left Doyoung’s lips. 

“Greedy much, aren’t you?” 

“Please,” she simply whined, closing her eyes shut and lowering her head. But the tug of her ponytail reminded her to keep her eyes open and stare at the mirror. 

“I want you to look at me while I make a mess out of you, angel,” Doyoung teased, his lips kissing her neck and biting it. “And the only way is the mirror, so please, don’t get on my nerves.” 

The stern tone of his voice made her shiver and blush when she felt more cum drip out of her. She hated how much she loved it. 

Doyoung smiled and let his hand run down her body again, one stilling at her side to keep her in place and the other between her legs. 

“Dripping on the armchair,” he tsked, “you’re going to stain it.” 

“I don’t care,” she whined, trying to buck her hips to meet his hand. 

“Dirty girl,” Doyoung teased again and then slipped one finger into her without warming, her walls welcoming him easily. 

“Fuck,” she cursed, finally feeling some sort of relief. 

Doyoung started to pump into her slowly while his thumb circled her clit. 

“Kiss me,” she asked, voice trembling and face turned around to look at him. Doyoung didn’t hesitate a moment to make their lips touch in a heated kiss. He inserted another finger in her and started moving faster, the lewd sounds of the wetness and their kiss filling the room alongside the muffled moans trapped in his mouth. 

“Look at how pretty you are,” Doyoung praised against her lips looking at her through the mirror. Her hair was falling on her flushed face, her chest was moving erratically up and down with her hard nipples peeking through the white shirt and her pussy was leaking all over Doyoung’s hands down to the armchair and floor. 

“So beautiful and vulnerable just for me.” Sunhee felt her stomach tighten, the orgasm was approaching and the words leaving his mouth weren’t helping it slow down or making her heart beat at a normal speed. 

“Yes, just for you, Doyoung,” she moaned, her eyes forced to stay open looking at his through the surface in front of them. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when the third finger entered her and stretched her walls, even more, a loud cry resonated in the room while she tried to ground herself anywhere. Her fingers wrapped around Doyoung’s hand to try and slow him down, she was so close and she didn’t want this to stop. 

“Close?” He teased, already knowing the answer. 

“Yes, God,” she cursed, closing her eyes when he started to pump even faster. 

“Doyoung fuck, I’m –“ words got stuck in her throat when his lips locked hers into another messy kiss, his teeth pulling at her lower lip. 

“Come, love. Drip all over my fingers.” 

Sunhee nodded and looked back at the mirror, her eyes fixating down where his fingers were doing God’s work on her. And there was something so dirty and kind of humiliating in the view but yet so hot that she couldn’t help but feel even more turned on. 

“Come for me, baby. I want to fill you up,” Doyoung urged her, his thumb moving faster on her clit and fingers curling into her. 

And she couldn’t hold it anymore, with mumbles of curses and moans she squirted all over his fingers and down to the floor. She let her head rest against Doyoung’s shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating scent, as she tried to slow down her breath. 

“Fuck, so good for me, aren’t you?” Doyoung praised, pulling his fingers out of her slowly just to put them in his mouth to taste her. 

Sunhee nodded and then cupped his face to kiss him again. This time slower and more gently, but she could feel the boner peak against her ass, greedy for attention. 

Doyoung let go of her legs and she closed them, relaxing after all that time. 

“Let me take this off,” Doyoung said, dragging the hem of the shirt she was wearing to pull it over her head and threw it at the corner of the room. 

“Didn’t you want to take me in your shirt?” 

“Mh,” he nodded against her neck, “changed my mind, I prefer to look at your boobs bounce up and down.”

She whimpered when his hand gently smacked her ass cheek to make her stand up again. 

“Let me get out of these,” he said, pushing his gym pants off of his legs, down to his ankle just to make them reach her discarded shirt. “Come here,” he instructed pushing his leg open, his cock out, touching his abdomen still covered with a black shirt, the flushed tip leaking pre-cum staining the fabric and glistening. Her mouth watered, she wanted to taste it, feel it heavy on her tongue while she wrapped her mouth around it, ready to suck every drop of cum out of him. But Doyoung had other plans. 

“Sink down on my cock, love,” he ordered, his hands wrapping around her waist to help her line up with his dick and sink on it. 

“Ah,” she moaned, feeling the tip at her opening. She was used to it given all the time they fucked, yet it stretched her every time like the first. 

A high moan left Doyoung’s lips once she was finally seated on it. 

“You take me so well,” he praised, his hands caressing her side in circular movements, his head laid back against the chair in pleasure. 

“Can I move?” She asked, turning her head back to look at him. His black hair was falling on his forehead, his cheeks tinted red, his beautiful lips parted and his eyes slightly open, just enough to look at her. And there was something incredibly soothing in his gaze, something she never saw before, she couldn’t put a name on it, but she loved it. It felt like love, even if she knew it wasn’t. 

“Yes, move, but slowly. Roll your hips,” he instructed, his voice slurred with pleasure, his hands squeezing her waist more, helping her with her movement. 

She turned around, looking in front of them and started moving her hips, up and down in circular movement. 

“Fuck,” Doyoung cursed, his eyes shut and lips trapped in his teeth. “Keep going.” 

She kept rolling her hips bouncing up and down but then her hands moved to grab his and force him to cup her boobs, she squeezed them slightly, signalling him to do the same. Doyoung snapped out of his trance and straightened his position, his torso flat against her back, his head resting on her shoulder while they made eye contact through the mirror. 

A smile crept on her face as soon as he started to play with her nipples without breaking eye contact with her. 

Her movements were smooth and powerful, hitting the right spot into herself and at the same time giving him the friction he just needed to get off. 

“You’re so good at this,” Doyoung murmured, leaving kisses on her neck and letting his left hand wander around her body while the right one was still focused on her boob. 

“Mhh,” she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure as she hit her sensitive spot again, clenching around him, getting tighter. 

Doyoung groaned, squeezing her boob and letting his forehead fall against her shoulder. 

Her movement started to get sloppier, as her legs were menacing of giving up, but she kept going and started to play with her clit to help them both get there quicker. 

Doyoung picked it up and started moving his hips up to meet her moves, his hand wrapping at the base of her nape to pull her head back and kiss her jaw, before turning her face toward him and kiss her again. His other hand left her boob and slapped hers away from her clit, starting to replace it with swift movement on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Sunhee let her arms fall around her body and let Doyoung fuck up into her. 

“I’m close, Do,” she moaned, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Me too, let’s come together, mh?” 

She nodded and started to move again, meeting him in the middle. With a few thrusts, they both came undone, their moans mixing together in the room, as he painted her insides with his cum and she dripped down on him. 

Doyoung wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her softly, still buried inside of her. 

“You good?” He asked, his fingers caressing her hair and scalp. 

She simply nodded, too tired to even say a thing. She just wanted to stay there, tangled with him, wrapped in the warmth of their bodies. But she knew that the spell was going to break soon. 

She should’ve gotten out of it, of what their relationship had become, but she was stuck. She was sinking down into quicksand. 

I can't decide if it's a choice getting swept away. I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay. And all we are is skin and bone trained to get along. Forever going with the flow, but you're friction.

If Doyoung was intoxicating and enchanting, in his defence, she wasn’t smart at all.  

She kept on wanting more and more, ignoring how much it would’ve hurt later. 

How could she blame him when she was the one who begged him to stay? How could she take it on him when she was the one that couldn’t let go? 

“Stay,” she whispered. The first rays of the sun coloured the room golden and hit Doyoung’s face enough to light it up. 

It was the morning after, after they slept entangled with each other the whole night because it was too late for him to go home. 

“It’s Sunday,” she added, trying to make it sound less desperate. “We could hang out,” she proposed, pulling the covers higher on her body, covering her chest. 

Doyoung hesitated, his eyes looking around the room, almost as if he wanted to find a way out of there. 

“We don’t have to, I was just proposing. Maybe you have to go out with somebody else,” she urged saying trying to show nonchalance, but the bitterness in her voice betrayed her. She was jealous, even if Doyoung never talked about somebody else. But the mere possibility of somebody else being out there waiting for him made her lose her mind, anyway. 

“No, I’ve got nothing to do, really,” he replied, shaking his head lightly. His eyes were finally looking at her and a genuine – she would’ve dared to say – smile was painted on his face. 

“I’ll prepare breakfast,” he said, pulling down the shirt on his body, “or you want to eat out?” 

Sunhee shook her head, “No, no, let’s eat here.” 

As soon as Doyoung closed the bedroom door behind she rolled on the mattress and pushed her face in the pillow to scream. 

She lifted her tired body from the bed and forced herself to get dressed, fully aware that Doyoung was in the other room, making breakfast as if it was normal, just because she had asked him to stay. 

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open once she was mentally prepared to face the day headed. 

“Do you really need more books?” Doyoung asked, passing by her at the bookshelf. “Your house is full, they are everywhere.” 

She scrunched her nose and pushed him jokingly. “I finished reading the last one,” she huffed, turning the book that caught her eye in her hands to study the design on the cover. 

“I was just wondering where are you going to put it,” Doyoung said, looking at some books himself. But they were in the fantasy section and that wasn’t his cup of tea. He liked mystery, books that would make him lose his mind to find the culprit by himself before the end. 

“I always find a place,” she said, eyebrow knitted together while she gagged at an ugly cover of a book. Sure, you should never judge a book by its cover but Jesus Christ... some designers really need to be fired. 

“Are you doing something the next weekend?” Doyoung asked, placing his hand on her waist. 

She almost choked on her saliva while she looked down at his hand putting the book she pulled out back at its place. 

Sunhee cleared her throat, “Mh, no. Why?” 

“Johnny’s throwing a party, I mean, it’s a thing at a club downtown to celebrate... something, don’t know, wasn’t paying attention,” Doyoung explained, shrugging, fixing his jacket as they made their way out of the book shop. 

“And?” She asked when he stopped. 

“I don’t want to go there alone, so wanna tag along?” 

She would’ve stopped in her tracks if it wasn’t for the fact that his arm was still around her body and he was basically dragging her forward. 

“Sure, why not,” she answered, trying to sound composed and not more excited than she was supposed to be. “When is it?” 

“It should start at eight p.m, it’s more like a dinner but there’s also a club, something chill, though,” he explained, while they walked around the streets of Seoul. 

It was a quiet warm day of October, the sun making the cold autumn weather more bearable. And Doyoung’s body also made it warmer for her. 

She had no idea why his arm was still there, but she liked it and she didn’t want to question it, afraid he would pull away. 

“Look!” He exclaimed suddenly, shaking her out of her thoughts, “A store that sells handmade things,” he clapped his hands enthusiastically before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door. 

“Calm down,” she laughed, holding the bag that was falling from her shoulder. 

The place was nice, the wooden walls gave a cosy vibe to the place and the crafted things exposed were interesting. 

“Sunhee,” Doyoung called, walking toward her with his big gummy smile plastered on his face. She smiled too before she realized and suppressed it as fast as she could. She nodded, showing indifference. “Look at this music box,” he sounded as excited as a baby as he showed her a wooden box with a small Christmas village crafted at the top. 

“Everything in this was made by that lady at the counter, isn’t it amazing?” He exclaimed. 

She nodded, letting a smile creep on her face, it wasn’t much for the carillon, even if it was impressive, but it was for the happiness behind his voice. She rarely got to see him like this, he was always so stressed after work or they were simply busy doing other things. 

“Does it play music?” She asked, looking at the object in his hands. 

“Yes, but I didn’t open it,” he replied. 

“Let’s play it together,” she proposed, moving her hands on the music box to open it and play the tune. In the act, their hands brushed together and even it was normal it still felt so strange to her. 

“It doesn’t open, but they move,” Doyoung noted as soon as the music started playing, his eyes glistening. 

“Are you really so excited about this?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t get me wrong, but the only times I see you this happy is when you talk about statistics so this is unexpected,” she clarified, not to break his enthusiasm. 

Doyoung nodded, “My mom used to collect them when I was little. We would buy one on every trip,” he explained, but then his smile faded. “Before the divorce,” he added, his eyes low. 

Her first instinct was to say she was sorry but she didn’t, how could she be sorry for something she didn’t do? 

“You should buy this,” she said, instead. “And maybe you should also buy one for your mom, I’m sure she’ll love it.” She rested a hand on his shoulder and caressed it gently. 

Doyoung looked up at her and smiled again. “Yeah, I’ll buy it,” he agreed and then turned around to grab another one. “Love you,” he said, leaving a small peck on her cheek. 

She smiled and then turned around, quickly running into another corridor of the shop to hide the redness of her cheeks. She rested against an empty wall of a column and pressed her hands against her face. Not only he messed up with her head in bed but now also like this. 

She took a look behind her and sighed in relief when she saw him talk with the owner, he probably would’ve kept going for a while, just the right time she needed to cool off and go back to function like a normal human being. 

Wondering around the store she ended in a section of wooden cards with books quotes carved on them, she looked around but her eyes were caught by one specific quote. “The problem with wanting, Alina, is that it makes us weak.” 

And she had read that book before, probably also screamed when she first heard those words in that peculiar situation, but now, they hit differently. Wanting. Craving something she simply couldn’t have. 

It was pathetic, it really made her weak. Because she had never been like this before, so vulnerable for somebody, so vulnerable for a man. Yet, here she was, with her palms still sweating for a kiss on the cheek that meant absolutely nothing. 

Doyoung had made it clear more than once that he didn’t do relationships, not because he couldn’t love, but because he simply wasn’t good at it. He had terrible examples of love his whole life and getting into something serious terrified him. And she agreed, she was fine with keeping it just a sex thing. She had no time for a relationship anyway. But she fell into her own trap. 

“Sunhee,” Doyoung called, making her turn around. 

And when her heart skipped a beat hearing her name roll out of his lips, so tenderly, so softly, she realized she had to get out of there before getting more hurt. 

He should’ve left, or she should’ve pushed him out of the door instead of resting on his chest after another round as soon as they got home. But she was there, head on his chest, hearing his heart beating against her ear and hands caressing his waist. 

He was probably sleeping, given the calm rhythm his breathing had and the fact that he simply hugged her without applying any pressure against her body. 

So she was left alone with her thoughts, thoughts haunted by him. 

She huffed silently because she had become what she swore she would’ve never been. 

For her, it was impossible to fall for somebody she knew she couldn’t have. Mostly because she had always been pretty good at controlling her feelings. After thousands of rejections and heartbreaks, she had to help herself since nobody out there seemed to light a candle for her. 

She looked up, taking a glance at Doyoung’s sleeping face. He was breathtaking even while he was sleeping, unfair.  

She wanted to protect him or at least be somebody in his life that had a saying and could help him if needed. 

And she started wondering how was it possible to give a person so much importance. How can you let a bunch of bones and skin swipe you off of your feet? How can you let another person have that much hold on you? How can you think to be special for somebody when they probably already said the things they say to you to thousand of different people before you? 

She closed her eyes and thought about before, when he was tangled with her, their bodies becoming one, and wondered how many times he did that before. How something so intimate can be so scripted and automatic, our brains not even thinking before acting. It comes natural, it comes like something we have already done before, just with different bodies. 

How natural it flooded between them. Almost as if they were made for each other. But were they? Or was it just something people like to convince themselves of to think they are special when in reality they are not?

She sighed, and let sleep take over her. She couldn’t escape him, no matter how fast she would try to run from him, he was friction, pulling her in. 

This slope is treacherous. This path is reckless. This slope is treacherous. I, I, I like it.

“Fuck, Doyoung,” Sunhee moaned, pushing back against his body in the attempt to meet him in the middle. 

“Be quiet, you don’t want them to find us, right?” He ordered, shutting her up with a hand on her mouth. 

The basses of the music were pumping through the walls but it still wasn’t enough to muffle her sounds. Anybody entering the bathroom could’ve heard them if they weren’t cautious. 

She rolled her head back, arching her ass in the act, forcing Doyoung to suppress a growl as he looked at her ass bounce against his cock. Her short leather skirt crumpled over her waist, her lace panties pushed aside just enough for him to take her. 

He gripped her ass cheek and pushed it open, to get better access at her pussy while his cock kept slamming into her and she only thanked her past self for going for knee-high socks and not tights or else they would’ve already been torn open. 

“Are you going to keep flirting with Jungwoo and Mark, love?” He asked close to her ear. 

“I wasn’t flirting,” she denied. And a smack on her butt followed. “Fuck,” she cursed, closing her eyes and letting her forehead crash against the door. 

“No?” He asked. “Telling Jungwoo you would’ve taken him home wasn’t flirting?” 

“He looks hot tonight, though,” she kept pushing his buttons. It was rare seeing him like this, especially because technically they were free to see whoever they wanted. But she liked to see this new side of him, a little bit more jealous, and possessive. 

“Do you want me to call him, mh? Want him to fuck your mouth while I fuck you like this?” 

She simply moaned, a teasing smirk on her face, while she clenched around him harder. 

“Fucking pathetic,” he mumbled, smacking her ass again. “My cock is not enough for you, isn’t it? Still need more.” 

“Mhh,” she moaned. “Depends what you can do,” she teased. 

“Want me to show you what I can do?” He asked, but it wasn’t a question, she completely riled him up and he wanted to prove a point. Doyoung was like that, he didn’t let go easily. 

“Fuck me so hard I can’t walk out of here and maybe I’ll stop flirting with Woo and Markie.” The use of nicknames for them got on his nerves and made him slip out of her to flip her around and push her body against the door. She never called him Doie, or Dodo, or Youngie. 

He pushed into her again, wrapping her legs around his waist and started thrusting faster than before. 

“Shut up,” he ordered, his hand wrapping around her throat, making her clench around him again. “They all think of you as a nice innocent girl, not as somebody that gets fucked in the bathroom stalls of a club.” 

“Doyoung,” she moaned once his hand left her neck and his thumb started to caress her jawline. But he didn’t answer, too focused on his movement and proving her a point. 

“Youngie,” she repeated again and this time his head snapped up. His heart beating in his chest too happily for his liking. 

“Yes, love,” he asked, eyes locked into hers. 

“I’m close,” she whispered, her head falling back again when the knot in her stomach became tight. 

“So I am enough,” he noted, smirking happily. 

“Yes,” she moaned, “Yes, you are enough,” she gripped his shoulders, trying to ground herself because the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. 

“Better than Jungwoo and Mark?” 

“Fuck, yes, better than them,” she cried. 

“Then come, come for me,” he ordered and soon after she let go, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her walls got tight enough to milk every drop of cum out of him too, and their moans mixed together while they kissed each other to muffle them as they rode their orgasms. 

Doyoung rested his forehead on hers and moved a strand of hair out of her face. 

“You’ re b–”, Doyoung started saying but stopped midway shaking his head. 

“What?” Sunhee asked, not really catching what he said. 

“Just, let’s recompose and get out, we’ve been gone for a suspicious amount of time,” he replied, swiftly slipping out of her without caring if she could stand up on her wobbly legs and dressed up again. 

“Fix yourself quickly,” he said, opening the bathroom door. “Your lipstick is ruined.” And then he left. 

Sunhee stared at the door with her skirt still rolled up on her waist and aching pain in her chest. Why did he turn like this all of a sudden? Did she say something wrong? Or did something wrong? She had no idea, the only thing she knew was that she had a party to go back to, ruined make-up on her face, cum dripping out of her and the only thing she wanted to do was to fall on the floor and cry herself to sleep.

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night and I will get you, and get you alone. Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should, think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive. And I would follow you, follow you home. I'll follow you, follow you home.

The streets of Seoul were busy even in the middle of the night and that made Sunhee curse under her breath as she took a turn left after surpassing a car that seemed to have no intention of going on. 

She arrived under Doyoung’s complex faster than expected, with rage filling her body and fear lingering in the back of her head. 

This night was going to be the end of everything. 

She needed to talk to him. They couldn’t go on like this anymore. After all the softness between them all of a sudden he turned incredibly cold, with small talks, monosyllabic answers to her texts and run back home after their sex meetings. She couldn’t care less if that was what they first agreed on, they had thrown it away. And she simply couldn’t take it back anymore. 

She made her way into the complex inserting the code she knew by heart and reached for the elevator. 

On her way to the fifth floor she had made a speech, the same she had been repeating at home and in the car but it all dissolved once she found herself in front of his door. 

She wanted to turn around and go back home, pretending it never even happened, but she couldn’t. She was there, and she had to face him, once for all. 

She inserted the pin of his apartment and opened the door. 

The living room was filled in darkness, the only light coming from the television that was passing one of those realities Doyoung loved to watch. 

“Sunhee?” he asked, his voice coming from behind her. “So horny you don’t even give me a call?” He joked. 

“No,” she answered seriously, “I have to talk to you. We have to talk and you know it too.” 

As soon as he realized that it was serious his smile dropped and he walked toward the tv to turn it off. He lit up a light in the room to see where they were going and then signalled her to follow him in the kitchen. 

“So?” Doyoung asked, running a hand through his hair to push them out of the way. 

She took a deep breath and started talking, “I can’t do this anymore, Doyoung,” her eyes found his confused gaze and a sigh slipped out of her lips, “not like this, at least.” 

“I thought that was what you wanted?” 

She huffed, crossing her arms on her chest. “Yeah, I thought that, too.” 

“So that means that –”

“I mean, it’s not that I don’t want this anymore,” she stopped him before he could go on, before he could break them up, “I don’t understand why you turned colder all of a sudden.” 

Doyoung pressed his lips in a thin line and breathed deeply through his nose. Of course, she had noticed, how could she not? He knew that it was just a matter of time before this conversation was going to be brought up. 

“Is it because of what I said about Jungwoo or Mark? Why did you leave that way that night? Do you have an idea of how... shitty, pathetic and dirty I felt?” She started ranting, her hands moving frenetically in the air while her eyes were locked into his. “God, that was so, so humiliating,” she cried, the words coming out with an unexpected high pitch of her voice. 

Doyoung didn’t say a word. He knew that, or well, he could imagine. He felt shitty, too. He had spent the night up thinking about what he had done, just because he was afraid of his feelings. 

“I’m sorry,” he admitted after a moment of silence. “I wanted to text you,” he said, his eyes low on the floor, “no, I wanted to come back inside the bathroom as soon as I walked out... but I didn’t.”

Sunhee sniffed, trying to suppress the aching pain she was feeling in her lungs. “Yeah, you didn’t,” she repeated, barely higher than a whisper. 

“You can hate me if you want to, I deserve it.”

“I can’t, Doyoung!” She snapped. “That’s the fucking problem, I can’t hate you. I crave you, fuck, every day a little bit more, in ways I shouldn’t. I try so fucking hard to despise you, every cold answer of yours is a broken promise I made to myself, swearing I would break this off.” Her face was red and her voice high. “And regularly I’m always there, pressed under your body letting you do whatever you want with me. God, and I wish it was only that,” she stopped, breathing heavily. “You are everywhere, you haunt my thoughts, you have so much power over me and I don’t know when I let this happen. How I let this happen.”

When no words came from him she went on, “I don’t want to hate you, I want to have you,” she admitted, her watery eyes looking at his while this heartbroken confession left her pink lips. 

Doyoung felt the air getting knocked out of his lungs. She wanted him... like... wanted... 

“But you do,” he dared to say, trying to keep his voice composed as if his heart wasn’t beating miles per hour. 

She threw her head back and let out a growl, “God, no, not like I want you. You’re not mine,” she screamed, hands tangled in her hair to pull them back. “And you will never be, and I can’t take this on you because the rules were clear since the start, it’s my fault for not listening, for jumping in this without looking, without thinking that maybe I’m not that good at separating love and sex.”

She took a step back, her back meeting the wall behind her. She tried to steady her breath and wiped away the tears off of her face. 

“I,” Doyoung started, his hands nervously playing with the pockets of his pants, “I don’t know what to say.” 

Sunhee nodded and walked over to the table to grab the phone she had placed before. 

“You don’t have to say a thing,” she smiled bittersweetly, “it’s not your fault I fell for you,” she reassured him. But she wanted to curse at him because it was his fault. It was his fault for being so beautiful, inside out, for being smart, caring, and funny. It was his fault because he let his past ruin his present. But she knew those were immature thoughts, and she was a grown woman, not a teenager. She had to be the bigger person. 

“I know that...” she started, hesitating to find the right words. “I know that you’re afraid of love and relationship but...” she looked up at him, “Just remember that nothing safe is worth the drive, Doyoung.” 

After that, she quickly hurried out of the door. It wasn’t even a way to make him go back to her, who could ever love her? But she still wanted him to don't let the past stop him from loving and being loved. 

As for her? She would’ve found someone, eventually. 

This hope is treacherous. This daydream is dangerous. This hope is treacherous.

Sunhee’s words lingered in Doyoung’s mind for days, then weeks and months. 

It had been two months since that night and Doyoung couldn’t seem to move on. He blamed himself for simply standing there without saying a word. He cursed at himself for not running after her and tell her that he felt the same. Or that he thought. He really had no idea what love felt like, not the healthy type, at least. In his whole life, he only had terrible examples of relationships and he wasn’t sure he could get into one. 

But her, Sunhee, she came into his life unexpectedly and swiped him off of his feet.  

He wasn’t sure he could call it love, but he knew he was... happy with her. He was fine. 

Seeing her smile after a long day at work lifted a heavy weight from his back and made his heart feel light. There were no worries, no thoughts pushing him down to the deep end. But he often wondered if that was given by what they had. Was it because there were no strings attached? He had nothing to think about, right? Everything just flowed naturally between them. There were just two simple rules, keeping things easy with no feelings and respecting each other. And that was fine, it really was. But, what if there was something more? 

Doyoung huffed loudly shutting off the tv, not that he was listening to a single word anyway, and got up from his couch. 

He knew nothing, but one thing for sure was that he couldn’t live without her any longer. She probably would’ve said no, but he had to at least try. He had enough guilt weighing on his shoulder, he couldn’t add the regret of not trying to get her back to it. 

Sunhee was mindlessly stirring the tea in the cup in front of her while she swung her feet back and forth in the stool of the island in her kitchen. Her fists were pressing against her cheeks and loud huffs were coming out of her lips every now and then. The music of the club was still ringing in her ears at it was making her go crazy. The alcohol in her body didn’t help to make her feel any better. 

“Are you going to spend the whole night like this?” Jaehyun asked, placing his hands on his hips, looking down at her. 

Sunhee rolled her eyes and pushed the cup away from her, like a child when they don’t want to eat anymore. ���I wanted green tea, you made blueberry, I hate them.” 

“Strange words to say that you still think about him,” he retorted, eyebrow raised, while he grabbed the cup and threw the liquid down the sink, it was cold anyway. 

“I don’t. I’m doing just fine,” she responded, playing with the angle of a magazine that was sticking out of the magazine holder. 

Jaehyun scoffed, sitting at her side, “I've known you since you were ten, Sunhee. You’re not fooling me.” He picked out a make-up wipe and started to gently clear her face, she wasn’t that drunk but he knew that after nights like this she was so tired, and right now also pissed, that would go to bed with make-up on. 

“Fine,” she gave up, slamming her palms on the surface, “I still think about him. Can you blame me?” 

“Are you asking me if he’s cute?” He asked, stopping his movements on her face for a second. 

“No, dumbass,” she pushed him, almost making him fall to the floor. “It’s just...” she muttered, looking down at her intertwined hands. 

“It’s just?” He pushed her face up again so he could see if there were any traces of make-up he missed. 

“I wasn’t expecting him to run after me, I mean, I was hoping, sure, but I couldn’t expect it from him. But the fact that he didn’t send one message, not a single like on Instagram, not a friend in common telling me that he sometimes still talks about me,” she sighed, letting her head fall against her best friend’s shoulder. “He forgot me so easily. And I’m still stuck here.” 

Jaehyun wrapped an arm around her, patting her back. “Are you sure he’s not interested? Maybe he’s just respecting your decision.” Now, he didn’t want her to be stuck on him for eternity but he was sure Doyoung genuinely cared for her, maybe it wasn’t love, like she wanted, but he couldn’t forget her that fast. 

“He didn’t say a word when I broke things up, I must’ve looked so pathetic in his eyes, Jae,” she said, pulling out of the hug to face him again. “He doesn’t care about me, he never did.” 

“That’s not true,” Jaehyun contradicted, “He once told me –” 

The sound of the intercom stopped him in his track. 

“Were you waiting for something?” He asked, but the girl shook her head while they stared at the door with a confused expression. 

Who knocks on a door at two in the night?

“It’s a killer,” she panicked, hiding behind his broad back. 

Jaehyun rolled his eyes and inhaled deeply, “Killers don’t knock.” 

“They got extra polite these days,” she retorted, hands clasping around his shoulder, pressing her face against it. 

“They’d stuck a knife up your throat and you call them polite?” 

Another ring resonated in the room and a cry left her lips. 

“Oh come on, maybe it’s your neighbour,” he supposed. 

“My neighbour it’s an eighty years old lady with cats, Jae, she’s not up at two am.” 

Jaehyun rolled his eyes again and sighed heavily, “If I die I want Breaking Free to play at my funeral,” he said, standing up from the stool. 

She scrunched her nose, “That breaking free?” She asked, head tilted to the side.  

“Yes, the one and only.” 

She nodded under shock, she wasn’t completely sober but he was worst than her for being completely clean. 

“Oh, it’s you.” The voice that filled the walls of the house as soon as Jaehyun opened the door made the blood freeze in her veins. 

She gulped, all of a sudden a serial killer at her front door didn’t sound like a terrible idea. 

“I didn’t know you two –” Doyoung started saying. 

“Oh, no, no,” Jaehyun interrupted him and Sunhee went pale. No, no? Jaehyun lie, please. “I was about to leave, actually.” 

Christ, Jeong Jaehyun, you’re dead. She thought. 

“What are you doing?” She whispered, looking at him with wide eyes when he walked into the kitchen to grab his jacket. 

“Cupid, as I should for being born on valentine’s day,” he smirked, cocking his head to the side and clicking his tongue. 

“This is a tragedy, not a love story,” she mouthed, clenching her fist at her sides. 

Jaehyun shrugged and leaned in to leave a peck on her cheek, “Good luck angel, hope it’ll be a two am heart appointment and not a tragic last dick appointment.” 

She slapped his arm and gestured to kill him but Jaehyun answered with a flying kiss before turning around and walking out the room, greeting Doyoung and leaving her alone, with Doyoung. 

Sunhee took a deep breath and tried to fix her dress and tights. She didn’t even have the time to get changed into house clothes. She fixed her hair and then took another long breath, mentally preparing herself to face him.  

“Hey,” she whispered, standing now in front of him in the living room. “What brings you here?” She asked beaming an awkward smile at him. 

Doyoung took her in, somehow she looked even more beautiful now than she did before. Her off-the-shoulder knitted short dress wrapped her curves perfectly and her braided hair fell to the side of her neck with a few loose strands that framed her beautiful face. Then his attention was caught by the flush of her cheeks and her unsteady position that made him guess she was drunk. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Oh, no, just a little bit tipsy, but I swear I’m fine,” she answered, still smiling at him. She wished she had more alcohol running in her blood, to be honest. It would’ve helped with the situation. 

“Are you sure?” Doyoung inquired, not really convinced as he tilted his head left. 

“Yeah, I can tell you a tongue twister if you want more proofs.” 

“No, no, that’s fine,” he waved her proposal off with a hand. She could speak, stand and Jaehyun had left her alone, so she wasn’t that drunk. 

“I’d offer you some tea but Jae threw it away, he made it for me and I didn’t drink it,” she chuckled, scratching the back of her head. “We were talking about –” before the words could slip out she slapped her mouth shut. 

Doyoung furrowed. “You were talking about?” 

“The high rates of homicides in Korea, yes, they increased, we thought you were a killer. Jaehyun was telling me robbery increased too,” she mumbled, hands nervously playing together. 

Doyoung raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure? I haven’t read anything. Wait, what?” He said shaking his head. “I came here for something serious, not to talk about serial killers and robbers.” 

Her mouth formed a perfect O, so that didn’t work. He was still smart and talking shit couldn’t distract him. 

“You didn’t leave anything here,” she started, thinking he wanted to take something he forgot back. 

“I did, actually.” 

“Oh, did you?” 

“Yes,” Doyoung replied, looking at her. 

“And what is that?” 

“You.” 

Sunhee felt her mouth go dry as she stared at him with wide eyes, then a bitter chuckle left her lips. “Listen, it’s not the right time and way to joke.” 

“I’m not joking, Sunhee,” Doyoung said, taking a few steps forward, reaching her, grabbing her hands and pulling them into his. She looked around and then back at their hands and felt her heart skip a beat. 

It had been months since she had felt his skin. Months since he touched her like this, softly, gently, almost scared of breaking her. 

“Do-Doyoung I,” the words died in her mouth that was getting drier with every passing second. 

“Shh, you don’t have to say a thing. You already said too much,” he reassured her, his deep eyes staring into hers. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have –” 

“No, please, let me finish,” he stopped her. She nodded. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, for the way I treated you, so harshly when you only deserve the best. And it’s not an excuse but I was trying to push you away because I also stopped seeing you in the same light I was used to.” 

Doyoung sighed, sniffing, “I’m terrified of relationships, Sunhee. And I am even more scared of what you might feel for me, what if I let you down because I don’t meet your expectations? I only dated seriously once and it ended in the worst way, I don’t want that to happen again.” 

“You... you feel something for me?” 

“Yes, Sunhee, I can’t call it love just yet but I know for sure that I feel something that goes beyond friendship.” 

A sincere smile spread across her face after hearing those words, that surely wasn't what she was expecting. “I’m pretty bad with relationships myself,” she chuckled, caressing Doyoung’s hand with her thumb. 

“Not as bad as me,” he joked. 

“Not as bad at you,” she half-laughed, “but can it be that bad if two messes get together?”

“No, and even if it ends badly, you said it to me, nothing safe is worth the drive, right?” 

Sunhee smiled and nodded, so he listened to her that night? She didn’t talk to herself the whole time. 

“I don’t care if this hope is treacherous, Sun, I want to give us a try if you want to. If I have to get burnt, I want to get burnt with you.” 

“Tell me I’m not daydreaming, please,” she begged, throwing her head back for a brief moment to push the tears back into her eyes.   

“No, you’re not,” he reassured her, cupping her face with his hands, rubbing the tears that fell down her face. 

“So,” he said, “Can we try to make this work?” 

“Yes, yes, I want you, Doyoung, I never stopped wanting you.” 

This slope is treacherous. I, I, I like it.

They spent the night tangled in her bedsheets, clothes discarded on the floor with no care, moans filling those four walls, hands marking skins that were intact after months nobody touched them in that way, fingers buried in hair to pull each other closer. 

Sunhee couldn’t stop smiling, her eyes fixated on the ceiling while she caressed Doyoung’s hair, as he was sleeping with his head on her chest. Her heartbeat lulled him into the dream world. 

Doyoung was hers, in the way she craved for, and it seemed surreal, like a daydream, a delusional one. But it was real, he was right there, legs wrapped around hers, arms hugging her torso. And he wanted her back. 

It was going to be a treacherous slope ahead of them, but she didn’t mind, she liked it, and she would’ve done anything to keep him close, no matter how hard it was going to be. 

[kutemouse]

Caught (Part One)

Disclaimers: All “Save Me” webtoon and BTS MV/highlight reel/film references and plots belong to BTS and BigHit. All pictures of Kim Taehyung belong to BTS and BigHit, I just edited them for my header. The picture of BTS came from Vogue Japan, I just edited it for my header.

A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, this has been a long time coming, and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to post this!! I’ve actually had it written for a while, but today was the first day I was able to get up and do some stuff. Pregnancy is rough! Oh, that’s right, if you haven’t seen it yet, I made a Big Announcement earlier today that explains why I’ve been so inactive lately, and also explains my plans for the future.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Jailbird!AU w/ Taehyung, Yandere!BTS

Warnings: Not many warnings for this part, kuties. Swears, I guess. Unsupportive SO? Kidnapping. Use of chloroform.

Word Count: About 3k

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Part One

We were skipping class in the school greenhouse, enjoying the humid warmth and the earthy smell wafting from the plants. We were talking, I forget about what. What I remember most is fiddling with his large, rough hands, intertwining my fingers between his over and over again. I remember his deep laugh that seemed to rumble through the recesses of my soul. I remember glee blooming in my chest whenever he grinned at me. 

His tone was teasing, mine was indignant yet flirtatious. Again, I forget what we said to each other, but I clearly remember those two words. “Kiss me.”

I gaped at him. “What?”

“Kiss me,” he repeated.

I hesitated. “Here? Now?”

Taehyung leaned down, tilting his head, until his lips hovered over mine. I felt each of his exhales on my skin, practically heard my heartbeat speed up.

“Kiss. Me.” It was barely a whisper, yet it resonated through my body, down my spine and throughout my limbs.

Without another word, I pressed my lips to his, melding them to fit his, a thrill running through me at his appreciative groan.

He pulled back, his inky eyes somehow growing darker. “I love you, baby girl.”

I sat up, gasping. Blood rushed to my head, making me see stars. With a groan, I covered my face with my hands.

“Sweetie?”

My fiancé, Lee Chanwook, rolled over and peered at me. “You okay?” he asked, his voice husky from lack of use.

“Yeah. Fine. Just had a dream, go back to sleep.”

“You sure?”

I nodded. He rolled over, his breath growing deep and even as he fell back into the reaches of slumber. If I could be so lucky. I hadn’t thought about Kim Taehyung in… well, it had to be almost a year now. Or two. I wasn’t sure.

Either way, my life moved on without him after shit completely hit the fan. My aunt and I agreed I shouldn’t transfer schools, since I only had a month or so left til graduation. I graduated alongside Chaeyoung, who seemed to be my only friend after Taehyung got arrested. She held my hand tightly the entire ceremony, only letting go when I was called to accept my diploma.

As soon as I graduated, Aunt Sunhee and I moved into her place in Busan. It was a tidal wave of change. Compared to my mom’s cramped, two-bedroom apartment, my aunt’s large house was a mansion. She recently obtained a position as COO of a large company and applied for custody of me immediately after.

Before we moved, I found my aunt’s letters my mom had hidden from me. My aunt had tried to call me multiple times but was never able to reach me. She even flew out to see me a couple of times, but all it took was my mother calling me at school and telling me I needed to stay at a friend’s house for me to stay away. I guess my mom was scared she would lose me.

Yet that’s exactly what happened in the end. My aunt paid for my mom to go to a rehabilitation center, but after only a few weeks, the center called my aunt letting her know my mother had disappeared. Aunt Sunhee called the police and even hired a private investigator, but my mom was nowhere to be found. I succumbed to the realization that she was probably dead. I didn’t get out of bed for weeks afterward.

A year and a massive amount of therapy sessions later, I decided I wanted to do something with my life. I was already attending university to obtain a business degree, but I hungered for more. My aunt got me an internship within her company, and I learned a lot just by working under her. Four years later, with a bachelor’s degree in hand, my aunt hired me as her executive assistant, and I took a year off before going to graduate school to both work and plan my wedding.

I was introduced to Chanwook at a company get-together. He was the son of one of my aunt’s business associates, and he caught my eye almost immediately. Mostly it was the way he was the exact opposite of the boy I hadn’t been able to get my mind off of. He was a stickler for the rules, had a great relationship with his parents, and never, ever did anything that would cross the line or damage his flawless reputation. He was kind and funny, but there was no wild or daring side to him. At the time, he was exactly what I needed.

He helped me forget about Taehyung. In the years before then, whenever I had a spare moment for my mind to drift, Taehyung’s wide, boxy grin and deep voice would float into my thoughts. I spent days wondering what went wrong. When had he become a murderer? At what point did he crack? Why hadn’t I noticed sooner?

Chaeyoung and I kept in touch, and I heard some details of Taehyung’s trial from her. I heard he was sentenced to life in prison without parole, due to the one count of murder against him. It would have been two, but Taehyung’s dad’s body was never found. No one was even sure he was dead.

I spent many nights staring at the ceiling, thinking back to the night when Namjoon got that frantic phone call from Taehyung. When Jungkook wouldn’t let me see him. When he completely disappeared for that entire week.

I had no doubt he killed his father. I don’t think he did it maliciously or intentionally. I think he found the strength inside of himself to fight back, and it ended in a death. It didn’t make the murderous act any less horrifying, but it did make me wonder just how deep the darkness inside Taehyung ran. Was he really the monster the media made him out to be?

Aunt Sunhee caught me one night poring over article after article covering Taehyung’s trial. “Y/n, you can’t keep doing this,” she said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You need to move on with your life.”

It took a long time, but eventually, I stopped surfing the internet for mentions of Taehyung’s story. My conversations with Chaeyoung grew few and far between until they stopped completely. Memories of Tae’s smile, his voice, his laugh, his lips, faded away. I even changed my last name to “Park” both so I’d be recognized as my aunt’s relative, and so no one from my past could find me. Four long years later, I was finally free of Kim Taehyung.

Or so I thought.

Apparently, my damn subconscious didn’t want to let him go. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to wipe away the image of his smiling face. I never imagined that, years later, he would still be haunting me.

I got out of bed, wrapping a robe around my body before stepping out onto our apartment’s deck. The cool, four-in-the-morning air roused my senses even further awake. I stayed like that until the sun began to peek over the edge of the horizon, thinking of Kim Taehyung and our shared past.

“Hey,” Chanwook said, coming up from behind to wrap his arms around me. “Have you been out here all night?”

“Not all night,” I replied. “Just since I woke up from that dream.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed sleepily in response. “Was it a good dream?”

I bit my lip, mulling his question over. “No,” I finally said. “It was more like a nightmare.”

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That afternoon, I yawned as I re-read the same sentence for the umpteenth time, willing my brain to focus. “You look like you need a cup of coffee,” my coworker, Lisa, said.

“That would be nice,” I murmured in response, still trying to focus.

She stood and grabbed her purse. “I’ll get yours with an extra shot of espresso,” she said.

“Just so you know, I absolutely adore you.”

She blew me a kiss accompanied by a cheeky wink. “I know. Be back in fifteen.”

With the promise of caffeine on the way, I sat back in my chair and rubbed my temples, telling myself I’d get back to that report later. My cell phone began to buzz, and I picked it up, frowning at the unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Miss Park?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Hello, my name is Choi Yeonjun. I’m a representative of the company Bangtan Enterprises.”

“Never heard of it.”

A chuckle came through from the other end. “That’s because we’re a small start-up just breaking into Seoul’s business world.”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“Miss Park, we’ve been made aware of your extraordinary skills and experience. Your aunt is COO of her company, correct? And you’ve been working under her for how long?”

“Well, if you’re including my internship, about five years now.”

“Excellent.”

“Mr. Choi, what is this about?” I asked as politely as I could.

“As a start-up company, we’re in need of experienced people to help run it,” he explained. “We’re prepared to offer you the COO position here at Bangtan, which comes with your own office, and we’ll double your salary.”

My mouth dropped open. “Double?”

“Double.”

I shook my head in an attempt to pull myself together. This opportunity was huge. I’d been accused of exploiting nepotism in order to get where I was today, but this could be my chance to prove all my naysayers wrong. I could show them I was entirely capable of forging my own path.

Still, I wasn’t going to just jump at this. I pulled my keyboard towards me and searched Bangtan Enterprises. Only a few results came up, but they confirmed my hopes into reality. Bangtan Enterprises was indeed a start-up, but it was based on a very profitable idea and, from the looks of it, had already lined up some high-end clients.

“And you said you’re based in Seoul?” I asked.

“That’s correct.”

So I’d either have to move there or split my time between Busan and there. I chewed my lip, wondering what Chanwook would think. “Your offer is very generous, Mr. Choi. May I have some time to think about it?”

He chuckled once more. “Unfortunately for you, you are not our only candidate. You’re our first choice, but there are others who are willing to start as soon as tomorrow.”

I clenched my phone. “No! I mean, that’s fine. I’ll take it.”

I knew I might regret it later, but this was a hell of an opportunity. Besides, it wasn’t like I signed a contract. I still had time to back out.

“Excellent. We’ll send you an official offer via email. When is the earliest you can start?”

“Don’t tease me, Mr. Choi,” I said playfully. “I thought you said my competition could start tomorrow.”

“That may be true, but—”

“Well, anything they can do, I can do better. I’ll send you my plane’s arrival time.”

“We’ll have a car waiting.”

I swiped off the call, anticipation flooding through me, causing a burst of excited energy to run through my veins.

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“You what?” Chanwook gaped at me.

“I said yes,” I replied nervously. I just told my fiancé about the new job, and he seemed to think it was great up until I said I accepted.

“Sweetie,” he groaned, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Are you serious?”

I frowned. “Yes, of course I am. I wouldn’t joke about something like this, Chan.”

“Well, you’ll just have to tell them you can’t take it anymore.”

I scoffed. “And why not?”

“Because we have a great life here. You make plenty, I make more than plenty. Why do you need another job?”

“Maybe I don’t need it,” I retorted. “Maybe I want it.”

“Want to move away from here? Miles away from your friends, your family?”

I scowled at him in response.

He sighed. “Y/n… answer me honestly. Is this about your mom?”

I snorted in disgust. “Seriously, Chan?!”

“It’s a valid question! Are you sure you don’t only want to go to Seoul to see if you could find her?”

“No, that’s not the reason I want to go to Seoul!”

“Then why?”

“Because! This is something that I earned, that I did on my fucking own. In fact, this will be the first and only thing that’s mine alone.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? My job? Came from my aunt. My business degree? My aunt’s money. This apartment?” I said, gesturing around the room. “Your money.”

“So what?”

“So I want something for myself. We don’t have to move to Seoul, you know. I know your job is here, and I’d be willing to make the commute. You know, stay four days there, three days here, or something.”

Chanwook scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself?!” he shouted. “We are getting married! Planning on starting a life, here, in Busan! If you want a job based on your own merit and not because your aunt took pity on you, then find one here.”

I was rendered entirely speechless for a good few moments before I was able to gather myself back together. “I cannot believe how unsupportive you’re being,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m taking that job. It’s your choice whether you’ll let that affect our relationship or not.”

“Fine!”

“Fine.”

I turned and grabbed my suitcase before stomping out the door, intent on going straight to my aunt’s. If Chanwook was going to be a total ass, I didn’t want to be around him. Thankfully, Aunt Sunhee wasn’t there to ask prying questions when I entered the house with my spare key. I walked up to my old room and hopped on my computer to search for flights from Busan to Seoul. This was my dream. And nothing, nothing at all, was going to stop me from achieving it.

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I walked briskly toward my destination, my heels clicking on the airport floor. As promised, a car was waiting for me, along with another passenger in the backseat. “Miss Park,” he said, extending his hand towards me as soon as I buckled up.

His voice sounded familiar. “Mr. Choi?”

“You can call me Yeonjun,” he said, his blonde hair falling over his left eye.

“And you can continue calling me Miss Park.”

He tossed me a smirk. “So, the boss would like to speak with you,” he said easily. “Nothing to be nervous for, he just wants to get to know you. However, he has an important meeting to attend over on the other side of town for which he’s requested your presence.”

“So this car is going straight there?”

“No, you’ll switch to his car once we get to the office. That way, you’ll have time to get reacquainted.”

I frowned. “Reacquainted?”

Yeonjun chuckled. “I meant acquainted. Slip of the tongue.”

“If you say so.”

We spent the rest of the ride in silence, something I was surprised over. I thought he would want to go over my contract or something, but I supposed that would all come later. The driver pulled the car into a parking structure, causing the interior to instantly darken.

“There it is,” Yeonjun said, pointing. A sleek, black SUV sat in the middle of the road, effectively blocking our way. “Go on. Mr. Kim is waiting for you.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of my new boss’s name. Thoughts of Taehyung rushed through my mind, but I shoved them away. Kim was a common enough last name. I stepped out of the car, pulling my suitcase from the trunk before walking towards the SUV. Yeonjun did not follow. After stowing my luggage in the trunk, I opened the side door and hopped in.

A figure sat on the bench across from me, his face covered in shadow. “Mr. Kim? Hi, I’m Park Y/n,” I said, extending my hand. He did not take it.

“I know who you are,” he said, his voice an eerily familiar deep tone.

“Oh, of course you do. Yeonjun said you wanted to get to know me… What would you like to know?”

“I know everything about you already, baby girl.”

I narrowed my eyes, trying to see through the darkness that covered his face. “S-Sorry?”

“I said,” he replied, leaning forward. The light caught onto his inky eyes, causing me to gasp. “I know everything about you already, Y/n.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Kim Taehyung was leaning towards me, a smirk dancing around the corners of his mouth. Sure, he looked slightly different. Older. More mature. He had definitely filled out, and his hair was now a complimentary jet-black falling attractively into his dark eyes.

“Hey baby girl,” he said, his smirk widening. “You lost?”

My body suddenly jumped into full-blown panic, and I grabbed at the car door’s handle, shrieking once I realized it wouldn’t open. Taehyung forcefully wrapped his arms around me, pinning me hard to his chest, clamping a hand tightly over my mouth. “None of that now,” he hissed.

I bit him, causing him to yelp, and continued trying to escape, fumbling at the lock that stood between him and my freedom. Taehyung pulled a handkerchief and a bottle from his jacket pocket, putting a dab of whatever liquid was inside on the cloth before clamping it over my mouth. His chuckle came out as more of a wheeze as he held me to his chest. “Damn, baby girl,” he said. “I hoped I wouldn’t have to resort to this, but here we are.”

With each one of his words, my field of vision grew smaller and smaller until my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I felt myself falling into a state of unconsciousness not even the fear of death itself could fight off.

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Part Two is Here! 😉

[pixiedst]

Dance With Me 01 // KYG

Request from @lost-midnight-flower​​

Hiii can I request a got7 fic? Maybe something along the lines of meeting the guys at a fan meeting or something and one of them falling head over heals with the reader? That seems pretty cute to me, is that weird? If you choose to write this, you can pick which member you want to write about ^^ have a great day/evening ahead! 

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom Rating; PG-13 Warnings: None Description: Dance studio owner Y/N meets Yugyeom at a fan sign.  Word Count: 2,197 A/N: I’m sorry if my writing isn’t very good 😓 I haven’t written fanfiction in over a year. Let me know if you have any feedback! I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing!! 

Index // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Dear Yugyeom,

Hello! My name is Y/N. I’m not really sure what to say and I don’t even know if you’ll read this, but here it goes.

I’ve been a fan for a long time, and I don’t regret a single moment. You captured my attention when I first watched your music videos. Your dancing is phenomenal, and you’ve inspired me to keep chasing my dreams of becoming a professional dancer. I’m sure I could never reach your level, but I managed to start a dance studio! It’s nothing big, but maybe that will change! Whatever happens, I just want to thank you for being the biggest inspiration in my journey.

I hope reading this will make you proud of yourself, for using your platform and abilities to bring hope to your fans, and maybe of me, for being able to get closer to my dreams because of you.

Thank you. I’m not sure what I would do without you.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom isn’t sure this is real. He reads the letter again, but it’s all the same. He’s used to praises, confessions, proposals, even, but being inspired enough to start a studio is a first. She’s telling him to be proud of himself, but he almost feels unworthy. He’s nothing special, yet here she is, commending him for her success. 

He laughs. Something ripples in his chest. He has to see her again, ask how her studio is going, if she’s well. The letter is too short, and he’s left with a bundle of questions. 

“Thank you. I’m not sure what I would do without you.”

He’s met so many fans and even gets familiar with a couple faces, but that’s it. It’s a busy life. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t want to forget Y/N.

-

Y/N wishes, more than anything, that relating to people were easier. 

She’d think to deal with her friends for two years would make her a professional, but her progress has been nothing but linear. They’re her colleagues—technically employees—but she doesn’t want to be alone. She has to be a good boss, a good teacher, and overall, a good friend. But God, are they exhausting.

They’re not terrible people and they have their moments, but she can’t find it in herself to care about Kim Soohyun starring in a new drama. It’s almost amazing how similar they are, like soulmates. It’s just a little unfair she wasn’t part of the package. 

“Y/N. Have you seen Royal Lover yet?” Sunhee asks.

Y/N takes a sip from her juice. She needs to come up with something fast. “That’s actually next on my list. I was planning to watch it later.” She’s going to regret this.

There’s nothing wrong with dramas. In fact, they’re great, but she’d like to watch them for herself at her own pace. They’re not exactly forcing her, but doing this is better than being excluded. This is how she finished five dramas in less than three weeks.

“Okay, okay, finish it as soon as possible! It’s sooo good. I cried at the end,” Areum says, and wipes a barbecue sauce stain on her shirt. She couldn’t care less about the mess, but she was fuming about Heechul and Momo’s relationship a minute ago. “Jia, what did you think about the ending?”

Jia, although busy on her phone, doesn’t waste a moment to reply. “All I’m gonna say for now is that I think it has one of the best endings in K-Drama history. We can text about it later, but we should stay quiet for now until Y/N finishes it.”

Areum shakes her head. “No, let’s text about it now!”

The rest of the lunch is quiet except for keyboard clicks and laughter. There’s no use getting their attention now. Y/N slumps against her wooden chair and sighs. Her eyes wander to a family in the indoor area of the cafe where they laugh at something the father says. She can’t remember the last time anyone listened to her like that. She looks back at the girls. 

Why can’t she be more like them? They’re weird, but they aren’t alone. They have people to talk to and connect with. Is there something she missed? Was there a handbook for social skills she never received? 

Why does she feel alone when they’re right in front of her? 

-

The metal seat is cool against the bottom of her thighs, and she instantly regrets wearing shorts. It took her a few stops to get seated. Her legs were ready to give in to the fatigue, so she’s not sure if she should feel guilty for hurrying after the seat before a child could take it. 

His mother glares at her, and she wishes she could explain herself, that she’s a dancer and needs to sit down after a long day at the studio. But the child pouts and looks at her too, and it bites at her conscience. She checks the map above the doors. Her stop is two stations away. 

She rises from her seat with a sigh and takes their place in the center. They don’t even thank her, but she doesn’t blame them. She closes her eyes and focuses on Yugyeom’s voice playing through her earphones.

Bad days aren’t so bad when she has GOT7. 

When she gets home, she prepares a bowl of ramen and a glass of milk, and spends the rest of the evening watching Royal Lovers, already wishing for it to be over. 

-

Yugyeom’s heart is going to leap out of his chest. 

The gold lights cast a soft glow in the room, and it makes the event feel cozy. Dark red theater chairs fill the compact hall, most of them already occupied. He searches through the crowd and looks away as soon as he finds Y/N. She’s here. It’s difficult, but he tries to look at other fans and focus on waving hello. This is gonna be tough, he thinks.

There are camera flashes, conversations, and the boys at his side. The fan sign is open, and the first batch approaches. Everything is familiar. Everything is the same. 

Except he can’t wait to meet a certain fan. 

-

Time is not in Y/N’s favor today. It’s too fast for her to process every second. She’s already finished talking to Jaebeom. Mark. Youngjae. 

There are too many words fumbling in her mind, she doesn’t even know what they are. The few she catches are too awkward to form coherent sentences. If only she could dance what she wants to say, but she would rather not make a fool of herself. 

Before she could realize, she’s standing before Yugyeom. 

“Welcome back!” He says and signs her album quickly. “Y/N, right? I read your letter from last time.”

Y/N tries to catch her breath. “You remember me? And you read my letter?”

He nods and takes her hands. His fingers clasp between hers, and he does this without breaking eye contact. Y/N’s heart races and her hands tremble. She tries to push every thought to the back of her head because there is no way this gesture could mean anything. He’s an idol. Fan service is part of the job, and clearly, he’s very good at it. 

“How’s the studio?” He asks.

“It’s steady. I could use more students, though. You know, with rent and everything,” she replies.

He nods. “That’s good. Just keep working hard, and it’ll be worth it.” He pauses for a moment before asking, “Do you have a letter today?”

Y/N’s heart beats a thousand times faster, and she hasn’t even had coffee. Why is he asking for a letter? Did he like the one she wrote? He did remember her. She didn’t even have to remind him of her name. Heat rises in her cheeks. If only she knew he’d want to hear more from her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was binging a K-Drama and forgot to write one.”

He looks down before he meets her eyes again. “That’s all right. Are you coming to the next fan sign?” 

She nods. “Yes! I’ll write you a letter by then!” She takes her hands away for a moment to pull bunny ears out of her bag. “This is compensation.”

Yugyeom lowers his head and lets her place it for him. When he looks up, a staff woman from behind places her arm between them before he could speak. His body droops as he releases a sigh. Time’s up. 

He takes her hands one more time and shakes them like pom-poms. “See you next time, Y/N. Fighting!” 

Y/N’s heart soars. Even as she faces the rest of the members, her mind replays her meeting with Yugyeom. His hands are gentler, and his smile is wider. It’s like he was genuinely happy to see her. If only she could return to the back of the line and talk to him for a few minutes more. 

Like a movie stuck on repeat, her memories are full of Yugyeom. She doesn’t care when people glare at her as she hums in the train, or when she almost hits a woman with her swinging arms at the sidewalk. 

She couldn’t be happier. And it’s all thanks to Yugyeom. 

-

Y/N is sure her eyes are fried. 

They’re sore from the bright TV screen that illuminates the dark living room, which she knows was already a bad choice. She didn’t have the energy to turn on the lights when the sun went down. 

She wasn’t completely unproductive, though. On the coffee table is her laptop uploading a new YouTube video. It’s not a big channel, but the comments make up for it. It’s the only place, along with Instagram, where she feels like she has a voice. 

Reality, on the other hand, has a different idea. It’s where she has to watch dramas 3 nights in a row to satisfy girls who only talk to her because she’s their boss. The only voice she has around them is directions in the studio and forced opinions. 

She takes a deep breath and opens the group chat. 

Y/N: I finished Royal Lover! I give it a 7/10. But you’re right, Areum, that ending was really good! Made me tear up!

Even typing that was draining. 

Jia: Finally kkk

Sunhee: Sorry, we moved on to Children of the Sun. You should watch it!

Areum: SO!! GOOD!! It’s about a doctor and a soldier falling in love!! I’M CRYING!!!!

“Unbelievable,” she mutters.

Except it isn’t. They’re the type to jump onto the next band-wagon in a snap. She shouldn’t be surprised. She sighs and slams her phone on the couch. There is no way she’s watching Children of the Sun. What kind of title is that, anyway? It’s time to take a break from dramas. The girls might throw a fit, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

SURPRISE LIVE: OLOLOLOLO

Y/N laughs at the title. A change from the weight on her shoulders. Their noise fills the room, which she prefers over clashing swords and exaggerated sobs. Her shoulders relax, and she takes a deep breath. GOT7 salvaged her night. 

“Let’s read some comments,” Youngjae says, leaning closer to the phone. “Say hi to Brazil. Hello. Bambam, speak French.”

“Baguette.”

Y/N throws her head back laughing and almost kicks her laptop off the table. She places it on the other end of the couch before coming back to the stream. The live chat is rapid, but she types a comment anyway. Maybe today will be her lucky day. 

Mark takes the phone from Youngjae. “Yugyeom, someone is asking what you’ve been up to lately.”

Y/N almost drops her phone. That’s her question! She licks her lips and grips on the cushion as she leans closer to the screen. 

“Oh, I’ve been watching a lot of dance videos! I enjoy watching fans cover our songs. It makes me feel proud. Some of them are even better than us.” The members hum in agreement. “Guys, if you have any dance covers or any dance videos at all, tag us! They make us really happy!”

Bambam nods. “Don’t be ashamed! Even if you’re just a beginner, we’re here to support you. We’re a team, guys! Fighting!”

She doesn’t wait for the live to end. She runs to her bedroom and rummages through the messy drawers. There’s no time to waste. The words flow right out of her pen, and she doesn’t care if the message is messy. She doesn’t know how long it takes but the ache in her spine and hand tell her it’s been a while. 

“Don’t be ashamed!”

They’re right. Dancing is who she is. It’s everything she’s ever done, and all she’ll ever do until her bones don’t allow it. She did not start a studio to be ashamed. She did it to grow. GOT7 may not notice her videos under the infinite amount on Instagram.

But there is a certain member who might.

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Part Two 

[lgcmanager]

SIDE EVENT 005. SECRET REWARDS

april 1st has long passed, but legacy hopes this event will reminded to everybody the importance of safety procedures !

REWARD 1

the surprise lunch gave an opportunity to trainees to relax a bit and socialize together in a relaxed environment. socializing is an important part of being a celebrity and everybody who has completed the LUNCH THREAD has either received: (only ONE of these options, not all)

+5 KOREAN

+ 5 SECOND HIGHEST LANGUAGE (if korean is already at 100)

+5 ENGLISH (if korean is at 100 and they don’t have points in any other language or equal points in many other languages)

REWARD 2.1

speaking of pizza, this lunch couldn’t have been possible without the help of PAPA JOHN’S KOREA. maybe some trainees have noticed the delivery guys who stuck around for several minutes before leaving. these people were in fact part of papa john’s marketing team who came to scout models for their summer cfs!

to be eligible, muses needed to have completed BOTH REQUIREMENTS, have a minimum of 25 ACTING, 50 MODELING and modeling contracts slots free. the 20 trainees picked have been divided in 4 groups, each group has also been assigned a theme for their cf.

GROUP 1 [ girls get together ] : Ahn Jaehwa, Jung Jihye, Kim Ara, Lee Jiae, Seo Yura, filming MAY 21

GROUP 2 [ a choice of pizza for all tastes ] : Choi Daehyung, Choi Jongsuk, Hwang Minjun, Jang Taesung, Oh Max, Son Alec, filming MAY 25

GROUP 3 [ boys get together ] : Hwang Subin, Kang Jun, Kim Jinseo, Okamoto Akira, Seo Minseok, filming MAY 27

GROUP 4 [ better ingredients, better pizza ] : Im Nari, Kim Noeul, Lee Hanbyul, Son Jieun, filming MAY 22

congratulations to all of you ! trainees have been privately notified that their current fees are 12 MILLION WON ($10,000 USD) per CF for a contract of 6 months (meaning that from the filming of the CF to the removal of them on broadcast, there will be a total of 6 months). Due to their contract split, they will each be paid 6 MILLION WON ($5,000 USD). REQUIREMENTS

write a solo of 300+ words or a thread of at least two 8 lines replies per participant involving another muse taking part in the same opportunity as yours for +5 SKILL POINTS IN MODELING and +7 NOTORIETY.

you have until JULY 03 to complete this event. use the hashtag lgc:gig011. make sure to submit your points before the end of JULY 04 to the lgcpoints blog:

TITLE MUSE NAME · GIG OPPORTUNITY 011 - SOLO/THREAD : +5 MODELING +7 NOTORIETY [ LINK ]

REWARD 2.2

all muses who completed BOTH REQUIREMENTS and aren’t listed above have received +5 ACTING !

under the cut you can see which reward your muse has received !

AHN DOHWAN: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

AHN DOHYUN: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

AHN JAEHWA: +5 CHINESE (mandarin), GROUP 1 CF

AHN JAESUN: +5 JAPANESE, +5 ACTING

AHN JAEYOON: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

AHN YEOREUM: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

CHOI DAEHYUNG: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 2 CF

CHOI JINYOUNG: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

CHOI JONGSUK: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 2 CF

CHOI MAX: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

CHWE HUNJI: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

GEUM DANBI: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

HAN ALLIE: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

HAN INSOO: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

HEO JANE: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

HWANG JINGREN: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

HWANG MINJUN: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 2 CF

HWANG SUNHEE: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

HWANG SUBIN: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 3 CF

IM HANA: N/A

IM HYUNJIN: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

IM NARI: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 4 CF

JANG TAESUNG: +5 JAPANESE, GROUP 2 CF

JEON HARU: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

JI HANEUL: +5 JAPANESE, +5 ACTING

JIN EUNJI: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

JUNG AHIN: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

JUNG JIHYE: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 1 CF

JUNG MISO: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

KANG DANA: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

KANG DONGWON: N/A

KANG EUNHO: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

KANG JINA: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

KANG JUN: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 3 CF

KANG SEYOON: N/A

KANG YONGHWA: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

KIM ALEX: N/A

KIM ARA: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 1 CF

KIM JINAH: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

KIM JINSEO: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 3 CF

KIM LUCCAS: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

KIM NAMI: +5 JAPANESE, +5 ACTING

KIM NOEUL: +5 JAPANESE, GROUP 4 CF

LEE HANBYUL: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 4 CF

LEE JAEWOO: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

LEE JIAE: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 1 CF

LEE JIHO: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

LEONG CHARLOTTE: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

LIU JIAO: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

MIN SOYOUN: +5 ENGLISH +5 ACTING

MOON SUNGKYU: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

NAM JUEUN: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

OH EUNHYE: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

OH MAX: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 2 CF

OKAMOTO AKIRA: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 3 CF

PARK ISEUL: +5 CHINESE (mandarin), +5 ACTING

PARK SARANG: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

PARK SEOJIN: N/A

PARK TAEKYUNG: +5 ENGLISH, +5 ACTING

PARK VIGGO: N/A

SEO MINSEOK: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 3 CF

SEO YURA: +5 ENGLISH, GROUP 1 CF

SHIN YESEO: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

SON ALEC: +5 JAPANESE, GROUP 2 CF

SON JIEUN: +5 KOREAN, GROUP 4 CF

SONG AHYEON: N/A

TANGSRISUK SAO: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

TSAI KING: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

WU AARON: N/A

WU SALLY: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

YOO MINWOO: +5 JAPANESE, +5 ACTING

YOON DOWON: +5 KOREAN, +5 ACTING

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SWEE-T

nation's girl group, Swee-T! Well, nowadays... not so much. Oh, they still have a huge fandom, despite having as many lineup changes as hits (A Lot), but said fandom can't let go of their cutie image from their debut over a decade ago no matter how many new concepts they try…

Members: Soojin, Eve (leader), Mindeulle, Yesarang, Sunhee, Juliette (maknae)

Fandom name: Ices

Stage Name: Soojin Birth Name: Han Soo Jin Position: Rapper Birthday: 1989 Zodiac: Libra Height: 165cm Weight: kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Purple Favourite Food: Roast sweet potato Least Favourite Food: Chewing gum Hobbies: Taking selfies, listening to music, shopping

 Facts: - One of the three remaining original members along with Eve and Yesarang. - Even though she doesn’t get many lines, she says she doesn’t mind because she gets a lot of screentime and that’s more important. - Started a youtube channel where she uploads skincare and makeup tips, though it’s mostly popular for the guest appearances of other idols. - Originally the most popular member, but she lost a lot of fans after she got into a dating scandal with LVLMAX’s Duyeon. She’s still mad about it because 1) they never dated 2) she thinks Duyeon is ugly and 3) if she was going to date someone from LVLMAX, it would be Jintaek, anyway. - Ideal type at debut: Someone tall and handsome with a pretty smile. Ideal type now: The same.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Updates her face every comeback, but her fans will rip you to shreds for mentioning it. - Really wants to be “the sexy one” but has virtually no charisma whatsoever. - Over the whole idol thing in general but has no ambition to do anything else, so she just puts in the minimum possible effort, and because she’s one of the original members, she gets away with it. - Spends most of her time taking selfies and spends the rest of her spamming the group chat with very mundane conversation topics which the members barely reply to. Really is quite a boring person.

Stage Name: Eve Birth Name: Min Cho Rong Position: Leader, Visual Birthday: 1989 Zodiac: Scorpio Height: 170cm Weight: kg Blood Type: AB Favourite Colour: Mint green, pastel pink Favourite Food: Peach sorbet Least Favourite Food: Milk coffee Hobbies: Being beautiful

 Facts: - Princess disease, vanity, overconfidence, conceit… whatever you want to call it, she’s very confident in her beauty, and so charismatic that she’s impossible to deny. - Nation’s first love, largely considered the prettiest idol ever, and if you don’t believe it, she’ll tell you. - Genius-level IQ, which she mentioned off-hand during a comedy talk show so everyone assumed she was joking, but she later revealed on Swee-T’s fancafe her perfect marks on her college exams, and later, actual IQ test results. Went back to the comedy talk show to prove herself, but ended up talking about the struggles of being so beautiful again, so the public still thinks it’s a joke. - Impenetrable wall of confidence, knows she gets a lot of hate comments but doesn’t care because she gets way more love from her fans and the general public. - Aspiring actress, though she’s only had guest and supporting roles so far. - Wonderful cook, likes making desserts most of all. - Ideal type at debut: someone wealthy, good-looking, tall, smart, and worshipful. Ideal type now: the same, but ideally they also have a holiday house overseas and know the stock market well.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Unlike CiCi, who kind of adopted the “princess disease” concept as a defence mechanism, Eve lives it. As in, yes, that is her real personality, and no, she doesn’t care if you don’t like it. - She really is a genius, she’s just vain foremost. - Only child of poor parents. Her paternal family used to be quite wealthy but fell into poverty after the war, so her father insisted on raising her to be an ideal wife so she would get married to someone rich and restore his family’s name. Her mother was aware of this, and didn’t mind until he started telling his coworkers, all in their 40s and 50s, about his beautiful teenage daughter who would be old enough to get married soon, and she started pushing for Eve to find work away from home. Eve was discovered while training to become a hairdresser, and when she told her parents that she had been cast in a girl group, her father immediately told her to quit because only whores become singers, and that was the final straw for her mother, who left him and came to support Eve in the city and taught her to be more confident so she’d never be a downtrodden woman like she was. - Very, very wealthy because she invests most of her earnings (her reasoning is that she already bought houses for her and her mother, and “I get paid to wear beautiful things, why would I pay for them?”), not to mention the fact she had her contract lawyer of a best friend go over her contract and tweak a few things to make it much more fair than most standard idol contracts.

Stage Name: Mindeulle Birth Name: Lee Min Ji Position: Rapper, Vocalist, Dancer Birthday: 1991 Zodiac: Aquarius Height: 167cm Weight: kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Cobalt blue Favourite Food: Jjajangmyeon Least Favourite Food: Grapefruit Hobbies: Writing music, cycling, travelling

 Facts: - Joined the group with Juliette after three of the original members left. - Originally had a soft and pretty “cute little girl” image, but she cut her hair short for a comeback a few years ago, and has stuck with the “bifauxnen” look ever since. Her fanboys hate it. - Although she mostly raps in Swee-T songs, she has a sweet and mellow singing voice, and originally auditioned to be a vocalist. - Often can be seen cycling around the city and has participated in a few charity races, although she’s never won first place. - Ideal type: Someone with a lot of natural cuteness.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Super duper gay. The only thing stopping her talking about it is that she’s simply not one of the members who gets invited to talk shows and she’s too much of an outdoorsy type to really get on social media unless she’s been specifically directed to in order to promote a new single or something like that. - Of the members, probably the least popular with the public, no doubt because of her masculine image. - Despite this, she has a strong contingent of superfans who are always rallying for her to get more singing parts. - Has a really tight relationship with Juliette, who she joined the group alongside and who is also very into girls. However, their tastes are very different (Juliette likes strong girls who can care for her, Mindeulle likes… well, Mindeulle likes all kinds of girls, but especially gentle and cute ones who don’t have so much the idol look) so they don’t actually talk about girls together very much. Probably just as well, because neither of them have actually realised they’re each other’s ideal types...

Stage Name: Yesarang Birth Name: Lim Ye Sarang Position: Power Vocal Birthday: 1993 Zodiac: Pisces Height: 166cm Weight: kg Blood Type: A Favourite Colour: Black Favourite Food: Sashimi Least Favourite Food: Banana milk Hobbies: Playing piano, hairstyling

 Facts: - Was the maknae of the group at debut, but now Juliette is the maknae, she takes her role as unnie very seriously and treats her very well. - Has always had sharp features even as a young teenager. She’s not angry, that’s just her face! - A perfectionist. - Has been trying to write new songs for Swee-T, but she always gets stuck on the lyrics, as she’s not a very poetic person and all of her lyrics end up sounding stiff. She and Mindeulle collaborated for a special stage during a Japanese tour, but so far, that’s the only self-written track the fans have heard. - Ideal type at debut: none. Ideal type now: still none, too busy to think about romance.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Real leader of Swee-T, as Eve is generally uninterested in any leaderly activities other than leading group introductions or accepting awards, while Yesarang is very involved in all of the behind-the-scenes. - Really only cares about Swee-T and tries her absolute hardest to make sure the group is a success. - Still very bitter about the other members (1 before they got popular, 2 after their popularity started to wane… thus accelerating said wane) leaving, and has made some really quite petty comments about the latter two’s departures and how she felt like they used the group to get themselves famous then abandoned her-- the group-- once they felt they were famous enough. - Due to her strong loyalty to the group, she’s kind of bought into their own hype and thinks anything Swee-T deserves all the praise in the world, and whenever their singles flop (well, they always sell, some just not as much as she might be used to), it’s obvious, to her, that they’ve been set up/ripped off/there’s someone actively working against them. - Very standoffish towards rookies, especially ones with more creative control than Swee-T have. - Very standoffish in general, really, and doesn’t trust new people easily because she’s been burned too many times by people who she thought were her friends.

Stage Name: Sunhee Birth Name: Kim Sun Hee Position: Romantic Vocal Birthday: 1993 Zodiac: Taurus Height: 164cm Weight: kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Pink Favourite Food: Chocolate (white, milk, or a little dark, but not too bitter) Least Favourite Food: Asparagus Hobbies: Watching dramas, writing love songs

 Facts: - The newest member, added recently. - Her voice was specifically chosen to contrast with Yesarang’s and Juliette’s. - Hopeless romantic, every day is Valentine’s Day for her. - She’s still very new to being an idol and performing on stage, but she’s trying her best, so she wishes that everyone can support her in Swee-T and that they can make love-love memories together! - Ideal type: a tall fairytale prince, with wavy hair and a pretty smile.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - The story about her being chosen for her voice is only a half-truth. Her voice is good, but the company saw how naturally flirtatious (and busty) she is and decided she’d be a good addition to Swee-T’s stages. - So focused on her new dream job with a group she’s been a fan of for years that she hasn’t quite realised that she’s being used for sex appeal. - Would she mind once she realised? Probably not, but she wouldn’t be trying so hard to impress everyone with her hard work if she knew that all that was really required of her was to show up to record vocals and wear tight tops when in public. - Her bias when she was a fan was Yesarang, and she’s still a little starstruck despite the fact they’ve been working, sleeping and eating together for a while now. - The fandom LOATHES her for “replacing” the original main vocalist (even though really, Yesarang took that role), often posting hate that she only got in because of her boobs (not entirely wrong), that her boobs aren’t even that big (also not entirely wrong), that she must have slept her way to the top (if she did, she should have kept going, because she’s nowhere near “the top”), that she’s not even talented or pretty (obviously false, but butthurt fans are butthurt fans) etc. - The general public, however, have no interest in her whatsoever, as she blends right into the original member-line the way Mindeulle and Juliette certainly do not, and thus don’t realise she’s new.

Stage Name: Juliette Birth Name: Sang Juliette Position: Vocalist, Dancer Birthday: 1996 Zodiac: Scorpio Height: 172cm Weight: kg Blood Type: A Favourite Colour: Pink Favourite Food: Strawberries Least Favourite Food: Bitter food Hobbies: Customising clothes, makeup, swimming

 Facts: - Joined the group with Mindeulle after 3 of the original members left. - She’s fully Korean, her parents just named her after the Shakespeare character because they thought it’s a pretty name. She is very aware of how that story ends, and has heard every joke there is. - Her lips are real, though people doubt it no matter how many predebut photos she shares. - Debuted at only 15 years old and used to be quite small and a little chubby-cheeked, but had a huge growth spurt and lost weight while the group was on hiatus for a few months and quickly became a trending topic when Swee-T came back, as people couldn’t believe how much her looks changed and how long her legs now were in the tiny shorts the group wore for their comeback promotions. - Among all the members, she’s the one who takes the longest getting ready, as she won’t go anywhere unless she’s done her hair and makeup and has a cute outfit on, not even just to practice. - Ideal type: someone strong and cool who can look after her but is also cute and funny.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - ADHD as hell, and quickly becomes overwhelmed by schedules and criticism. She has a bit of a reputation for being difficult to work with because of this, but she really does try extra hard to keep up with everyone. - A bit shy and introverted around people she doesn’t know, which, especially alongside the very focused Yesarang and the vain Soojin and Eve, can come off as similarly elitist and snobbish. However, she’s actually very nice, if a little innocent. - Not innocent as in unaware of her own sex appeal, though. She’s very aware of her own sex appeal, and while she’s repulsed by the more ribald comments she receives, she does like the attention a lot. - Constantly going back and forth between flirty and reclusive, constantly begging for attention and then not knowing what to do with it. - Not only did she become a trending topic, but she also became a bit of a meme, with people photoshopping her legs to look even longer, or to look shorter, or as elements in other memes, with the tagline “amongst trees, the redwood, amongst girl group’s legs, Juliette Sang” - Although her old social media has been wiped to the best of the company’s ability, it has already leaked that she used to date girls pretty much exclusively and was in a relationship with an older girl who was fairly well-known in goth circles at the time of her debut. The company quickly denied it, and Juliette was scolded heavily for it and was told to break it off immediately, but they still continued to date until eventually Juliette’s schedules caused them to break up naturally.

[fictionalarsonist]

「 bts_jin | Love’s for Sale pt.1 」

pairing: jin ⨯ reader; feat. BTS’ jimin and yoongi; genre: angst, fluff, single dad!au; rating: PG-13 (implied prostituition, slight cursing); type: scenario ( 1 / 3 ); word count: 6.976;

premise: “I’m a whore, you’re an angel. I’m gonna show you how much I love you.”

a/n: this is a story that supposed to be a simple 3K at most drabble, but somehow this happened. +++ this is still not proof-read, so mistakes might happen, i’m sorry. feedback is appreciated!

[ Part 1 | Part 2 |Part 3]

「 MASTERLIST | REQUEST 」

“Kim Sunhee, c’mon… We’re gonna be late!”

Jin’s voice is a clear mixture of concern and impatience duly masked with kindness to not sound mad at the little one he’s talking to, he raises his hand holding the small pink backpack, same colored lunchbox and a padded white coat to look at the watch on his wrist and sighs heavily, walking closer to his daughter’s bedroom.

“But, daddy~…” - Jin hears the little girl cry out from somewhere inside her bedroom. – “I can’t find Alice!”

Worried, he fastens his steps in concern hearing how her voice sounds muffled as if she’s inside her closet or something alike, he knows well enough how she can be such a daredevil in the most inopportune times, Jin burst into the cozy bedroom decorated in white and pink, shooting glares everywhere.

“I know, baby, but we’re late.” – he’s thinking very little about what he’s saying, more concern by the fact that his first choice, the closet, is not where she is, still he can’t find her anywhere in the room, he what he’s been holding on her bed.

She’s not in the closet, not under the neatly made bed either, Jin didn’t do anything, but he’s half-panting in panic by now, kneeled next to her bed and trying to take a glimpse of anything that might indicate where she is, he could swear she was here.

“Baby?!” – he sounds a little desperate, but there’s no response. – “Sunhee! Sunhee-yah! Kim Sunhee!” – he almost half-yells. – “Daddy will buy another one for you, I promise!” – he tries to pull a response from her.

“But Alice is my favorite!” – she whines, voice sounding trapped and his heart beating shots up, slamming hard against his chest, she sounds like she’s about to cry. – “Jimin-oppa gave it to me! It’s my favorite!”

Oh, God! She’s not suffocating, right? Right? Sunhee!

There really isn’t much inside the room where she could sound like this and Jin eyes land exactly at the only place left and he tries not to think about it, jumping up in an instant he lands on his knees again, his hands immediately pulling open the chest where he keeps her toys in, the pile of stuffed toys moves and Jin dives his arms in, pulling Sunhee out of there in one swift move, he’s too worried to ask himself how this happened, his eyes are wide open as he holds her tightly in his arms. Sunhee, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand, looking at the chest full of toys with a sad pout, Jin knows she’s thinking solely of her doll.

“Sunhee-yah, are you okay?” – he asks in worry, cupping her cheeks to take a better look at his daughter.

Jin has his eyes dashing to look any sight that she’s hurt, he turns her, trying to make sure she’s okay and Sunhee mindlessly lets him, only worried about her Alice. did she get like that, but makes a mental note to buy a safer place to store those toys.

“Are you hurt?” – his voice is heavy with what’s left from the previous panic and fear and she doesn’t say anything. – “Sunhee!” – she looks at him, still pouting. – “Tell dad if you’re hurt.” – Jin asks again, looking fondly in his daughter’s eyes. – “Does it hurt somewhere?” - reluctantly she shakes her head, but look down at her feet.

“I miss Alice!” – she sounds like she’s about to cry, Jin sighs in relief even though he’s not completely recovered, the toy’s chest is now a named enemy he’ll get rid of at the first chance he gets.

Sunhee’s recently brushed hair, her neatly arranged clothes… It’s all messed up now and Jin sighs heavily and doesn’t realizes when the little girl in front of him pouts yet again, she’s definitely about to cry, Jin’s too busy trying to straighten her clothes and fix her hair.

“Ah, this won’t do.” – He mutters to himself looking at her overall state after her little morning adventure.

Jin’s hands are gentle, but he’s in a hurry, slightly annoyed at the glitter that got stuck on Sunhee’s dress, when he looks up again, no matter the threatening tears pooling in her eyes makes him stop, Jin opens his mouth to say something to stop her from crying, knowing the aftermath would only cause a disaster and he’s late!

“Wait! No, no! Don’t cry~!” – he half-pleads and half-tries to convince her.

“But…” – her lips tremble when she fumbles with her dress, another tell-tale that she’s about to cry. – “I made daddy mad.”

Jin cups her face to make her look at him, make sure to look back at his little girl with kindness instead of the impatience of being running late.

“No, no!” – he tries to be as soothing as he can, but can’t help but sound a little desperate. – “Daddy’s not mad at you!”

God, he really, really has no time for this! Class is about to start, he has a little more than half an hour to get there – and the damned clock keeps ticking his time away -, but first he has to leave Sunhee at the daycare. His day’s packed, aside from the classes, he has more clients than the usual … There’s still the problem he hasn’t been able to solve it yet, who’s gonna take care of Sunhee while he’s working?! This day has barely started but already promises almost impossible to go by, this is one of the reasons he supposed to say no to so many clients, but when you’re a twenty-five years old single father, chasing a major after postponing time and time again something has to be done. Being highly requested meets two extremes in his life, on one side he’s able to provide a better life for Sunhee, pay the rent for a better apartment, pay the share of his tuition the scholarship doesn’t cover, have money in his pocket when needed, however, on the other side, he runs against the clock 

Jin has his mind swimming in a restless sea of thoughts and each one gets him more and more desperate, but this little girl in front of him is what he loves the most and he just can’t let her cry because of his problems, it’s not her fault.

“Promise?!” – lost in his train of thoughts her voice sounds fainted in the background, but he smiles and notices when she raises her pinky. – “Pinky promise?” – He can’t fake a smile at her, it’s that simple.

“Pinky promise!” – Jin evolves her little pinky lightly with his and she smiles again. – “Tell you what!” - her eyes grow two sizes to pay attention to him and he holds her sides, swaying her playfully. – “Dad will look for Alice later, okay? I’ll look everywhere until I find it.”

“But if you don’t find it?” – her voice trembles.

“Don’t you trust dad?” – Sunhee nods. – “So, that’s it. Just trust dad, okay?” – no reply. – “Alright?” – he insists and she nods. – “Whoa! My daughter is such a good girl!”

The girl giggles and he laughed along, brushing her hair properly with his fingers. He doesn’t have enough time to arrange it.

“We have to go now, okay?” – She nods again, now wearing a proud smile. – “C’mon.”

The little girl nods and wraps her arms around her father’s neck when he circles an arm around her, carrying her as he stands up again, Jin picks up her belongings he threw on the bed before. He still can’t breathe freely, but, at least, one problem solved or better yet, pushed aside, Jin knows he’ll have to deal with it later, now he should move on to the next one and the worst part of it is that… the goddamn traffic during rush hour, it isn’t something he can control – and how he wishes he could!

With his own overused backpack heavily hanging on his left shoulder, his daughter being carried on his right side in some illogical idea of balance he ignores to be dumb, Jin takes large and fast steps feeling small arms wrap themselves around his neck tighter and the girl’s head slowly hiding on his shoulder, his eyes catch the glimpse of the bus at a fair distance and runs to the bus stop, arriving just in time.

Jin accommodates himself on a chair and settles the little girl on his lap, knowing she’s half asleep he holds her carefully while arranging his backpack and her belongings on her lap as well.

Traffic’s hell and every five seconds he glances at his watch, buses always take double of the normal time to get wherever they go, in the past he had this thing where he’d bounce his leg whenever he’s impatient, but he lost that after taking care of a baby that can’t be disturbed during sleep.

Some middle-grade students talk loudly, bothered, Sunhee whines and shifts in her sleep and he tries to soothe her. When his stop finally arrives, Jin wishes he could teleport to the daycare or just everywhere, really. Again, he walks fast, almost jogs, his backpack’s sliding down his shoulder, he shrugs back in place and wakes the sleeping girl on his shoulder.

“We’re here, sweetie! Wake up.” – his voice is calm, but trembles with his labored breathing. The little girl whines.

Reaching the daycare’s doorstep Jin stops and tries to place Sunhee down against her will and the little girl maintains her arms around his neck and shakes her head still nestled on his shoulder.

“Sunhee-yah!” – he calls out softly. – “You have to walk on your own now.”

One of his knees touches the ground and he lets the heavy backpack on his shoulder to slide down until it falls flat on the floor, he places her backpack and lunchbox down as well on top of his backpack, having his hands free, Sunhee still refuses to move, Jin lets her sit on his other leg and pulls her away carefully.

“Don’t wanna.” – she mumbles, sleepy.

“Why? Don’t wanna see your friends?” – he tries to persuade her. – “Your friends are waiting...” - there’s a small silent, Jin pants her back gently. – “Are you crying?” – she shakes her head with too much force and Jin knows she’s crying. – “Don’t cry! Why are you crying?”

“Jimin-oppa will be upset that I lost Alice.”

Sunhee’s voice already sounds damped, but Jin assumes she’s not crying, he can’t feel tears on neck, Sunhee hugs him tighter and Jin breathes out with little patience, it’s not hard to see she has a little crush on Jimin and it might be cute, but also bothersome to him when he thinks how his daughter never treasure that much what he gives her.

“He won’t be upset.” – he assures the crying baby.

Sunhee shakes her head and Jin sees the daycare’s front door closing behind one of the teachers when she led two kids in, their mother waves them goodbye standing there while their father waves from the driver’s seat of his expensive car until they’re out of sight.

“No!”

“Sunnie-yah—”

“Good morning!”

The voice’s kind and even though Jin’s looking at the little girl peeking out of her hiding place, he can hear the smile in your voice, it makes him freeze instantly, his breath caught up in his throat.

“How-How do you say it, Sunhee?” – he didn’t mean to stutter.

“Hello!” – her saddened voice makes you pout playfully. – “Good morning!”

Jin takes a moment to take a deep, shaky breath before looking up at you, for a second or two anything he could say, words so commonly used in anyone’s daily life wander in his head not really getting anywhere near his lips, even if they’re parted and waiting for them to come out, it’s always hard to talk to you and it doesn’t help to have you looking at him the way you do, the morning sunlight, fresh and warm seems to shine brighter on you. For god’s sake! It seems it shines for you and makes him feel like a love-struck high schooler, as ridiculous as it sounds Jin simply loves it, he loves how you stir this side of him.

It’s a close call, Jin manages to not get caught gazing at you the exact moment you look at him, it’s very subtle change that happens in a heartbeat just so you won’t see, Jin doesn’t like how he became so good at this, masquerading himself, he hates that he’s doing this to you even if you have no clue of it, he just hates doing this. Jin doesn’t want for this to become a habit, he doesn’t want for it to become part of him.

“Good morning.” – there’s a light shade of pink creeping up from his t-shirt that Jin tries to ignore, it matches your tinted cheeks.

You wonder how a person can look this beautiful with his slightly messy black hair falling on his forehead, a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers, you can see beads of sweat running down on his temple and forehead, he’s always running against time, there’s barely anything you know about him, you just wished that’d stop you from falling for him any harder.

Truth be told, you sweep him off his feet, it’s that simple, he doesn’t know how you do it and he feels partially guilty for feeling this way, he knows if he doesn’t take the lead of this it might go south for him, he knows how this ends, he knows this is how he falls in love, it’s been too long and it happened just once, but he knows it and he can’t let this happen. Jin doesn’t notice he didn’t say anything back, Sunhee pulling on his shirt is what calls his attention and he looks at her. 

“Dad!~ You have to say it too…”- it’s his daughter attempt of a whisper.

Jin scratches the back of his neck with his free hand before looking back at you, a smile wavers on his lips.

“I’m sorry.” – he clears his voice. – “Good morning.”

Jin bows his head politely and you do the same, looking up your eyes meet and he’s thankful when you look at Sunhee trying to hide again.

“Sunnie-yah, aren’t you going in?” – you’re not close to him, but he swears your voice fans over his ears. – “Jihyun-unni’s inside already, she bought her puppy today.” – The girl peeks out of her hiding in interest. – “Wanna see it?” – The girl hums and nods shyly, you reach out your hand for her to take. – “C’mon, then. I’ll show you!”

Sunhee looks at Jin waiting for approval, and he nods, with a wide smile she squeals a “yes!”, jumping from his lap and taking your hand. Jin stands up again, sliding his backpack over his left shoulder again and holding his daughter’s belonging in hand.

Jin follows you while you take Sunhee inside and asks himself: “why does it look so perfect?”, before shaking his head to block any other thought to show up, he opens the door and as soon as Sunhee steps in it’s hard to hold her hand just so she won’t run off, looking for the adorable puppy hidden somewhere in the daycare.

“Hyung!” – Jin sees Jimin approaching him. – “Sunnie-yah, hello!”

No wonder the little girl smiles widely, her eyes sparkling when she sees Jimin leaning down to pat her head affectionately without messing with it, a teacher approaches behind him.

“Hello!” – she replies politely. – “Where’s the puppy?” – she asks right away and Jin chuckles, thankful that the expectation of seeing a puppy made her forget about the doll even with Jimin being there.

Jimin looks from Jin to you and tries to cope a knowing smile, looking back at the little girl.

“Oh! You know already?” – he retreats his hand seeing her nod frenetically. – “He’s in your classroom, wanna see it?” – she jumps in place half-screaming a ‘yes’.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” – the teacher says gently.

The little girl lets go of your hand to grab the teacher’s when Jin calls her attention.

“Sunhee, your backpack!” – she turns to her father again, obviously restless.

Jin crouches down to Sunhee’s level to put the backpack on her back.

“Dad’s gotta go now, okay?” – the girl nods, slipping the backpack straps on. – “Behave well, listen to your teachers, alright? Be a good girl, okay?” – He tries to say with pauses, but he knows he must be running late.

“Yes, daddy!” – she’s really hyped up but still lets Jin give her a goodbye hug, hugging him back.

“Kiss!”

He taps the tip of his index finger on his lips and the little girl gives him a quick peck, Jin cups her face, pressing a kiss on her cheek before standing up seeing her running farther inside the corridor and he yells “Sunhee-yah! Don’t run!”, she obeys, almost… she’s doing some kind of power-walking and Jin holds his laughter the best he can, without being much successful, you can’t help but admire how his lips part and he tries to hide the grin on his face and the silent laughter with the back of his hand, his eyes form small crescents, shining fondly behind his eyelids as he watches the little girl power-walk away, you’d laugh at yourself if you weren’t smiling so dumbly at Jin with a puppy in love gaze.

That doesn’t go by unnoticed by Jimin who’s standing by your side, he smirks, raising an eyebrow, he looks at Jin, but his hyung is too busy, entertained by his daughter antics to notice your love gaze.

Jimin almost got caught by you trying to get Jin’s attention to you, he clears his throat and Jin looks at him.

“Hyung.” – Jin blinks at him. – “The lunchbox.” – Jin looks at his hand, still holding the lunchbox.

“Oh! I—forgot.” – Jimin reaches out and takes from his hand.

“Well, I—I’ll get going now.” – Jin immediately looks at you 

“Oh! Uhm… Thank you for helping me back there.” – you smile shaking your head and Jin can’t stop the thought of just how adorable you look.

Standing quietly aside, Jimin has that smile again, his eyes flickering from you to Jin as he watches, hands clasped ceremonially before him.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for intruding.” – you say politely.

“As I said, you helped.” – Jin says with a smile.

Parting your lips to say something you don’t even notice that, in fact, you didn’t even though what you’d say or the fact that you really didn’t say anything, you’re too in awe of the handsome man standing in front of you with his dazzling smile, you can’t help but smile back at him.

Again, Jimin raises an eyebrow, folding his arms in front of his chest, his smirk playing on his lips, he doesn’t feel the like a third wheel but like a witness instead, he’s known this Jin hyung for a long while, he has seen his hyung go through hell and back and this is exactly what Jin deserves now, happiness, you are exactly what Jin needs, the sad part is that the older ignores it with his well-trained speech that Jimin knows all too well by now.

Jimin blinks in obvious fake surprise, though he really doesn’t try to fake it when you look at him, his lips curling into a fond smile instead of his previous smirk and you can’t avoid feeling flustered. You didn’t notice you were staring at Jin, but apparently you were, it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re looking at Jin and be it luck or the lack of it, your eyes always manages to meet his, you’re sure it’s obvious, you are an open book when it comes to your feelings.

“Nice to meet you again.” – You say politely, Jimin nods, de-crossing his arms.

“Same, let’s meet again next time, y/n.” – breathing in you look at Jin again, trying to be normal, your normal self, like you are with everyone like you were right now with Jimin.

“It was—It was lovely seeing you again.”

[“It was lovely seeing you again.”] It echoes in your head like a howling ghost as you walk out of the daycare kicking yourself mentally, just wanting to disappear; you never want to meet them again, ever in your life. They must be laughing at you right now, why wouldn’t they? You’re fully aware of how overly happy you looked when you told him that and Jimin’s expression! What’s wrong with you? Out of everything you could say… You couldn’t even control your expression, you probably smiled like a crazy person, didn’t you?

When your phone rings you almost drop the car keys, being pulled out from your thoughts so impolitely, the screen flashed the ID ‘Jihyun’s Mom’ and you frown in distress, holding back a sigh, you’re miserable enough to let out any more happiness*.

“Oh, I’ll be right back.” – you groan out and immediately hears your friend breathe out with impatience.

“You met him again, didn’t you?”

***

“You know I don’t mind looking after her.”- Jin nods.

“I know you’re busy with expanding your business.”

“But, we’re friends~ All you have to do in exchange is look after my future kids” – Jimin says raising an eyebrow with a grin, hitting the side of his fist on Jin’s shoulder, dropping the politeness from earlier, the older man narrows his eyes at him who tries to look away, poorly faking innocent. Jin scoffs playfully.

“I’ll make sure to teach them proper manners their father lack.” – placing a hand on his chest, Jimin takes a step back, faking a hurtful expression.

“Hyung! How can you say something like this?”

“Forget it! I should be going now…” – Jin mocks a disdain but cracks into a smile right after. – “Thanks, Jiminie!”

“Hyung, wait—” – Jimin calls hurriedly when Jin’s already shifting on his feet to leave.

“What?” – Jimin sighs.

“You really—” – Jin widens his eyes seeing his younger friend so frustrated.

“What is it?”

“You—” – It’s because he knows Jin so well that he holds back his comment at first, biting down on his lips, he throws that out of the window, tucking his hands into his pants’ pockets. – “You deserve to be happy too.” – Jin’s not looking at him anymore, something about the multicolored drawing on the wall behind him is more interesting. – “Hyung—” – Jimin tries again, but is cut short.

“You know that’s not how it works, Jiminie.” – Jimin can see the sadness playing hide and seek in Jin’s irises.

“Give it a try, hyung.” – Jin chuckles, Jimin always makes sure to polite in moments like this compared to any other moment when he goes out calling ‘Jinnie this, Jinnie that’, this brat. – “I have a feeling that this can work. I’ve heard good things from her, she doesn’t seem to be playing nice.”

Jin frowns, pushing back the thought of wanting to know how Jimin manages to “hear” something from someone he’s not that close to, the question plays on the tip of his tongue for a moment or two, he doesn’t want to lead Jimin on this.

“Jimin!” – there’s a subtle awareness in the call of the younger’s name that makes him impatient, knowing Jin won’t listen.

Jimin is younger and sometimes one of the most childish person he knows, yet, is one of his closest friends, also one of the few people that actually knows Jin for what he is and sticks around without playing obliviousness.

This is a bad timing and misplaced conversation, Jin’s late for his morning class, his backpack’s heavier when he remembers the presentation he has to there for and they’re in the entrance of Jimin’s daycare.

“What am I supposed to tell her, then?” – Jimin breathes in, Jin mimics. – “It won’t work.” – he sounds casual with a persistent nod and Jimin wants to say something, he wants to convince Jin otherwise, but it might be inappropriate for now, so he leaves as it is. – “I really have to go, I’m running late for my presentation.” – Jimin nods. – “I’ll be paying you from this month on.”

“Ah~, you don’t nee—”

“Kim Seokjin doesn’t break promises, Jiminie!” – the younger blows out an exasperated sigh when Jin taps his shoulder friendly. – “Thank you for taking care of our Sunhee, huh?!”

“Ah, okay, okay.” – Jimin says dismissively, gesturing impolitely and Jin looks offended, Jimin only laughs, retreating holding his hands up. – “I’m sorry, hyung.” – he’s not.

Ten minutes! Jin has ten minutes – and counting – to get in class, he should just learn how to fly. That rush starts all over again, but no, he’s not panicking, absolutely not. Well, maybe just the tiniest bit, but there’s something good to it, the fact that he got to see you makes him feel butterflies in his stomach, it’s really dumb and while he feels all giddy because of it, he pushes aside. He had enough of this kind of things. Off to the streets again, into another bus and just like that, so easily, the concrete jungle swallows Jin whole in its hunger for uniformity, the time passes by two minutes ahead of itself, or at least that’s what it seems. The packed bus is too hot and humid for his liking and his backpack is too heavy, it’s still roughly eight-and-fifty-something in the morning and Jin already hates this day, he’s already tired and ready for bed 

Thinking about it… Makes him think about Sunhee too, he doesn’t want her to have it this hard; it remembers him it’s not about himself but Sunhee, that adorable, smart, little girl who’s nothing less than the light of his life, his daughter, no matter if people say otherwise just because they don’t share the same bloodline, it couldn’t matter less to him, he loves her dearly. Maybe he wasn’t ready to be a father then, maybe he’s not ready, even now, but that doesn’t change the fact that he loves her, not as a brother, as a father.

Maybe his tiredness might have brought out this kind of thoughts, but thinking about it like this; Jin’s not that tired anymore, he can now fiercely face this one day and the others to come.

After all the hustle of getting through the traffic, Jin finally steps inside the university and before he can control himself, he’s running again, his hand reaching behind him to keep his backpack from falling, and it’s just in time, a few seconds before the professor walks inside the classroom, that Jin slides down on his seat next and his classmate looks at him in surprise.

“Perfect timing!” – Jin pants a “hello” back at him.

The presentation went just fine, thank you very much, but not as much as he wanted, however, Jin has somehow learned how to accept his reality faster instead of martyrizing himself. “Next time”, he promises himself, “I’ll do better next time”, and it’s not an empty promise, he means to keep it because he knows that, at least, he won’t fail at this.

The food at the cafeteria never looks good, but it’s the best dish in the whole world when you’re hungry and Jin is downright starving, he knows what hell of a day awaits him, still, he takes his time to pull out his phone and solve, at least, one of his problems. Maneuvering his way through the crowd of hectic people with a tray of food in his hand, Jin chooses a quiet place to sit, away from the disturbingly loud noises in the cafeteria.  He’s glad someone he trusts will take care of his precious little girl, at the same time, he should really treat Jimin to a nice meal next time.

Jin doesn’t think twice before diving into his food, oblivious to the person approaching him, no wonder he gets startled by a very grumpy Yoongi sitting across from him.

“You almost gave me a heart attack.” – Yoongi clicks his tongues, picking up his sandwich.

“Even if I announced myself with fireworks you would notice” – He mutters while unwrapping his sandwich, Jin humphs and digs into his food again, Yoongi takes a large bite of his sandwich.

They stay quiet until Jin hums as loud as he can before swallowing the food and Yoongi glances up from his sandwich when the older hits his hand on the table.

“I almost forgot!” – Yoongi seats up, munching on his sandwich and Jin points at him. – “Is there a doll in your house?”

Yoongi chokes, tears fill his eyes as a string of harsh coughs strikes him, he tries to cough and breathe, Jin’s pats his back and offers him his untouched drink and Yoongi drinks the whole can in almost one go, he side-glances at Jin coughing a few last times, setting the can down on the table.

“You don’t need to overreact.” – the older almost pouts, Yoongi scoffs, looking away in disbelief.

“What kind of question are you asking? What do you take me for?” – he complains.

Jin breathes away and focuses on his food again.

“Don’t have any weird thoughts! I was talking about Sunhee’s favorite doll” – he explains. – “I want to know if she left there when I stopped by over the weekend.” – Yoongi’s hit with realization but tries to not show too much, but he scratches the back of his neck with fingers in embarrassment, Jin shakes his head to the other.

“How am I supposed to know?” – he replies drinking what’s left in the can, trying to look cool and Jin’s the one who scoffs now before occupying himself with his food. – “But… I’ll look for it when I get back.”

“Ah~ Thank you!” – Jin says with his mouth full of food and Yoongi grimaces at the sight.

“For God's sake, hyung! You’re worse than Sunnie, it’s a wonder she’s so polite.” – he says but picks up his sandwich and takes another bite.

It’s a wonder how Jin manages to breathe while shoving food down his throat the way he is, Yoongi can’t help but grimace again, feeling nauseated at the sight.

“Hyung… Hyung! Seokjin-hyung!” 

Yoongi pleading attracts the attention of some people around them, he doesn’t mind the stares, Jin doesn’t seem like he heard a thing.

“Slow down! At least chew before swallowing! You’re making me sick!” – even though he says this, he’s still eating, Jin raises an eyebrow at him.

Cheeks puffed, mouth full of food, Jin looks up at Yoongi, still chewing, not being able to say anything without causing a messy, nasty disaster he waves his hand dismissively at the younger.

“Never thought eating would be painful to watch.” – Yoongi mutters, eyes trained on Jin.

The silence between them is filled by the loud cafeteria noises, the chitchat of people around them, the sound of food being swept off the bowls, plates, and plastics into other people’s mouth and yet, everything’s such a part of their daily life that it’s almost as if it’s not there.

“At this rate, you’ll choke. I mean it!”

With a frown Yoongi sympathizes with Jin and finishes his own sandwich, he stands up and disappears for a moment, only to come back with another soda on his hand and placing on the table before Jin.

“Thank you!” - Jin opens the can receiving a slight nod back from Yoongi who leans back on his seat, crossing his arms comfortably.

“You look like a squirrel.” – Jin’s cheeks puffed out with so much food.

“And you sound like Sunhee.” – Yoongi scoffs watching his friend shove more food down his throat.

“About Sunhee…” - He starts and Jin hums without looking up from his food. – “Have you found someone to stay with her today?”

“Uhm.” – munching on food, Jin simply nods before swallowing. – “Yes, Jiminie will look out for her.”

“That friend of yours that's a kid’s psychiatrist?” – Yoongi asks skeptical, Jin hums and nods, chewing on his food as much as he can before speaking.  

“He owns the daycare she spends the day at.” – Yoongi pulls his lips on one side. – “He’s not like you imagine.”

“I don’t like psychiatrists.” – Yoongi almost pouts and Jin almost smiles at the sight. – “They twist shit as they like. Just leave Sunhee with me next time.”

“You should meet him.” – Jin points out and Yoongi looks something beyond offended. – “I’ll treat you both for a meal next time”

Their farewell is rushed and the next class has Jin’s on the edge of his seat, his muscles are sore and he tries hard to process everything the professor bombards the class with, but his brain can barely maintain him awake, it’s a mandatory class, but it’s the one he hates the most, maybe because it’s so easy-going that makes his tired body want to do nothing but sleep right then and there, so he’s always on the edge of his seat, sitting on the front row, to avoid surrendering to his body’s claims. When class is dismissed and everyone’s packing, his phone buzzes in his pocket, it’s thirteen minutes past five at the evening and the emailed schedule makes him sigh, he knew he’d have a packed night, but looking at the list on his screen makes everything all the more real and heavy.

Pocketing his phone, Jin tucks the textbook under his arm, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and leaves the classroom behind, venturing himself skillfully amongst the wild range of students in the corridors, the path to the library is packed at this time but can’t be avoided, luckily for him, returning the textbook doesn’t take much of his time and soon Jin’s making his way out of campus, his first client is set to six and twenty, the Manager always considers the time for him to pick up Sunhee, but it doesn’t give him enough time to find someone trustable to take care of his little girl. Jin really, really doesn’t want to call his friends for help, he knows they’d gladly take care of Sunhee, but he can’t rely on them everytime.

Just like it was in the morning, going through the city from the campus to Sunhee’s daycare is a hassle and he glances at the time on his phone screen, he has to be there in time, Sunhee can’t handle being alone and just by thinking about the distressed and scared expression on her face makes him feel uneasy and hurt.

In front of the daycare a mother picks up a couple of siblings Jin knows for being Sunhee’s friend, he knows their mother as well, but for a whole different reason.

“Sunhee-unnie’s dad!” – The girls squeal and waves at him, her brother waves at him as well.

Jin smiles and waves at them, but doesn’t intend on stopping by as their mother eyes him from head to toe with a hidden sly smile.

“Jin, right?”

“Seokjin.” – he replies sternly, but politely and sees the man in the car looking at his wife with impatience and the woman throws him a last suggestive glance before walking away. – “Good evening.”

“I see. Good evening.” – He passes by and pushes the glass door, walking in the daycare.

One of the teachers greets him, telling him Jimin’s out as they follow the well-known hall to Sunhee’s classroom. Jin takes a peek through the window, seeing her cheerfully playing with her friends, leaving a smile on his lips.

“Sunhee! Your dad’s here.” – The teacher calls as he stands behind her.

It doesn’t matter what kind of smile the little one had when playing happily a second ago, it doesn’t compare to the moment she sees Jin standing there.

“Daddy!” – She leaves behind the toys and her friends and runs to him.

Jin smile is one of pure joy as he crouches down with open arms and lets her throw herself on him, wrapping the little girl in them and pressing a kiss on her hair.

“Did you have fun today?” – She pulls back and nods.

The teacher standing next to them, sighs dreamingly, watching the heartwarming scene.

“Did you eat well?” – Jin asks again.

“Yes!”

“Good.” – He nods playfully. – “You’ll stay with Jimin-oppa today, but dad will pick you up tomorrow, okay?” – Now’s her turn to nod, it pains him to have to leave her to someone else’s care instead of taking her home.

“I’ll behave, dad!”

“Oh, is that so? Pinky promise?!” – she wraps her pinky with her tiny one and Jin lets her shake their hands with a smile. – “It’s a promise, then.”

“Yes, dad!” – Sunhee giggles. – “But… Daddy~” – Jin hums whiny as she tries to squish his cheeks playfully as he’d usually do to her. – “Can we have a puppy?” – Jin frowns slightly, pulling back.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t.” – he tries to sound as gentle as he can, knowing that being denied of a pet, for a child is really bad. Jin feels guilty.

“But, why~?” – She whines.

“Daddy’s too busy.” – Jin tries to explain softly. – “Did you play with Jihyun-unnie’s puppy a lot today?” – She nods with a pout, looking down at her hands now fumbling with the collar of his shirt. – “Did you had fun playing?” – She nods again with an even bigger pout, Jin can’t resist caressing Sunhee’s cute puffed out cheek.

“He knows how to do a lot of things!” – she mutters the courage to breathe it out. – “That’s why I want one too.”

“I’m sorry!” – Jin tilts his head to make her look at him.

He doesn’t want to just leave and he keeps finding excuses not to, but in the end, Jin doesn’t have any other choice. Their goodbye with a hug and a peck on the lips goes by quickly, Jin makes sure to gives her a tight hug before letting her go play with her friends again, now, not so energetically as she was before. Jimin guaranteed him he’d take her home before the daycare’s empty just so she won’t feel lonely and Jin can’t thank his friend enough for being so careful with his daughter.

***

The sky’s darkening too fast, it seems like time is flying by and more and more people appear from seemingly nowhere when he gets to the bus station, riding the bus back home without his Sunhee feels odd, it doesn’t help when he thinks how upset she might be for not being able to get a puppy, somehow it makes him feel like a bad parent. However, it doesn’t matter how heavy and distasteful he feels, Jin pushes all aside, not allowing himself to feel anything as he merges himself in the sea of bodies roaming through the city once he steps out of the bus 

There’s a mask on his face when he walks in the dark and unusually silent apartment, it’s agonizing and he hates it, feels ghastly and lonesome, but his feelings, he has to remember, are nothing from now on, he can’t allow himself to think about this kind of things until the morning comes and he’s back home with his daughter.

Jin walks out of the bathroom in a hurry when his phone rings, wrapping the towel around his waist, his damp, pushed back hair from shower causing droplets of water run down his face, Jin licks his lip before picking up the call.

“Yes?!”

“I’m here.” – the Manager’s voice sounds dull.

“Be right there, hyung.”

“Don’t be late.” – the other warns and Jin replies with a quick “yes” before hanging up.

The device bounces mutely when he throws it on the bed after checking the time, he’s running late, but he makes sure to not hurry so much, dressing himself up neatly, he sees the image in the mirror change to a different person and he avoids facing it directly, though he knows how handsome he looks in the expensive clothes that were tailored for him especially, unmatched what surrounds him though. The luxurious Maserati doesn’t match the building either, but Jin knows the way he’s dressed no one would think otherwise, there’s no sign of the Manager, but he finds the hidden key in that same small crack in the wall close to the floor 

Jin will never understand the need for some people to pretend that this is anything other than paying for sex, but it’s not his job to question his client’s preferences but fulfill them, the one he’s meeting is exactly this type of person. Scheduled for the next hour, but opting for an expensive, romantic date beforehand, it’s someone Jin got to know recently, the Manager said it was time for him to step up his game and got him to meet her, the heiress of some food chain company, this one arrangement indeed got somewhere else, with better pay and much better clients.

[lucidrims]

            rolling her eyes in response to xander's crowd comment, " you know you have many fans, don't play. you don't even need me to say that. " it was true, the way that the bar was getting packed as every minute passed, people flocking, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. waltzing through the lounge like she owned the place and having been able to perform there many times before, she knew the area like the back of her hand. sitting beside him on the couch with her arms crossed, still nursing the disgusting bottle of cheap beer, she downs the rest of its contents. " very true. " sunhee glances at the wall clock across them, " is your set at 11pm ? " having knowledge and experience with that being the prime time to perform, she turns her head to look his way, teasingly grinning, " look at you, you're a bigshot now. headlining a weekend show. "

ೀ * ． xander halted in his movements as he became aware of her slip up, eyes wide while his heart skipped a beat inside his chest. “ did you just admit that i can make a crowd go crazy ? ” he laughed, utterly delighted by the turn of events. “ you’re something else, ” he muttered almost fondly, his words intended mostly for himself. he felt rather pleased to know his assumptions had been correct all along, that sunny did have a soft spot for him. following her towards the backstage area, his giddiness turned into slight nervousness. he still found it a bit daunting to be alone with her, keen on continuing to impress her. “ make yourself comfortable, i’d say. ” plopping himself down on one of the couches, he sighed in relief. “ so much nicer than that dingy bar. ”

[just-come-baek]

Fool Me Once

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Kim Sunhee)

Themes: romance | smut | war | 1950 | gangs

Word count: 12,5k

Summary: Baekhyun is a Captain who likes the best in the world innocent women and shady dealings. Those two never go hand in hand, yet both seem to gradually ruin him.

Masterlist

21st May 1950

Byun Baekhyun had always loved corrupting innocent-looking woman. There was nothing sweeter in the world, than seeing a shy and well-bred woman moan his name at the top of her voice, begging him to spank her.

With his status and appearance, it was quite easy. Whenever he entered a tavern or a bar, everyone, regardless gender, looked at him. He was desired, and he took it to his advantage.

This day was no different.

As usual, when the clock struck late hour, he was seated in a leather booth with his two fellow friends—Jongdae and Minseok, playing with glasses of whisky in their hands.

“Has anyone caught your attention yet?” Jongdae asked casually before putting his alcohol on the oak table, and smashing his lips against hooker’s lips that condescendingly was sitting on his laps, grinding his crotch.

“I’m pretty sure all fairest maidens already sleep tight in their beds. Why would someone so pure and innocent show up here at such late hour?” Minseok chimed in, looking around the space, as there was no one who would actually fit Baekhyun’s preference.

The girl must’ve had long dark hair, so he could wrap the ponytail around his palm, and pull her whenever she would disobey him. The girl must’ve been shorter than him, so Baekhyun wouldn’t have any threat to his height insecurity. The girl had to have the warmest smile, so the inferior ones would envy her.

“The night is young.” Baekhyun replied casually, smirking. “I’m certain that at least one girl is going to show up. I just have to be patient and positive.” He added, and with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk upon his face looked around the tavern in hope of spotting a perfect catch.

“I prefer hookers.” Minseok spoke matter-of-factly, as he laid his orbs on the woman beside him, undressing her with his sinful and hungry gaze. “They’re much more skilled.” He commented a second before he shoved his tongue down the courtesan’s throat.

“And naughtier,” added Jongdae, slipping his hand under the woman’s undergarments.

“Maybe, you’re right, but you’re missing the most important point,” Baekhyun sighed, trying to explain what his friends were missing out on. “Prostitutes lay with you for money, while those innocent girls completely devote themselves to you. They fully trust you and allow you to do literally everything to them. There’s the special attachment which is absent with a courtesan.”

“For me, sex is sex. It’s good when I get my release, and not even once a hooker has failed me.” Jongdae replied, groping the firm bottom of his whore.

“You two are too simple-minded,” Baekhyun announced, as Minseok agreed with Jongdae’s statement. “With an innocent girl, you get complete control over her, while with a prostitute, you think you’re in charge but it’s just an illusion. Moreover, it’s never a challenge when you fuck with a whore.”

“We just don’t care. We don’t want to play mind games, we just want to fuck.” Minseok added, as he forced the woman off his lap, and gave her a firm spank. “And right now, it’s exactly what I’m craving.” He spoke, licking his lips seductively. “Let’s go upstairs. I am all hard for your tight cunt.” Smirking, Minseok stood up, and rushed his courtesan to the room.

“That’s a perfect idea,” Jongdae agreed, sending a suggestive smirk to his woman. “Let’s leave our Mr I-only-sleep-with-virgins here. Maybe, he’ll get lucky later.”

“There was no occurrence when I got unlucky.” Baekhyun replied with confidence, being completely positive he was going to find himself some company for tonight’s escapade. “You may settle for whores, but I prefer waiting for real catch.” He added, taking a sip of his whisky. “Peasants,” Baekhyun snorted under his breath, as Jongdae and Minseok left the booth to fuck their hookers.

***

It didn’t even take five minutes.

Baekhyun drank up his alcohol, and looked around the tavern for a waitress who would refill his glass with the original Scottish whisky.

“Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can get you?” A woman in a skimpy dress said, as soon as she approached him, and sent him a wide smile.

Surprisingly, she seemed to be a good girl, regardless of her sultry outfit. She was radiating with innocence and kindness, even if she had exposed cleavage. It appeared to give her some hard time, as every time it slipped down a little, she tried to pull it up and cover as much skin as possible.

Moreover, she perfectly fitted his type.

Her hair, her height, her body, her everything—Baekhyun knew he just hit jackpot.

“Yes, actually you can.” Baekhyun replied after a while, observing her body from head to toe, trying to spot any flaw. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he found none. No matter from what perspective he looked at her, she was perfect.

“Okay, may I know what I can get you?” She asked, as her client seemed distant.

“Let’s start with your name.” Baekhyun spoke nonchalantly, as he leaned backward, pressing his back against the backrest. “We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“I believe I have lots of clients to serve. Would you be kind enough to tell me what you wish to drink?” She said as politely as it was possible. Regardless Baekhyun’s social status, she wanted to bring him his order, and then serve other customers. That’s what she was being paid for; she couldn’t so simply neglect her duties.

Despite her comment, Baekhyun didn’t budge.

“It’s Kim Sunhee.” She answered, hoping it would speed him up. Unless she desired being scolded by the owner, Sunhee got to serve him swiftly and with professionalism. “Can I get your order now?”

“Kim Sunhee.” Baekhyun repeated her name, making it sound definitely better, as syllables seemed to be dancing off his tongue. “A very pretty name for a very pretty woman,” he complimented, sending her one of his signature smirks—whenever he used this on girls, it never meant anything good. “How old are you, Sunhee?”

“Twenty.” She simply replied, knowing that doing everything his way, would be undoubtedly the fastest way to write down his order and focus on other customers.

“It’s a wonderful age.” Baekhyun spoke as a matter of fact, and smiled at her, noticing her shyness. “And what made you work here? You don’t seem to fit in here.”

Sunhee had enough of this interview, yet she couldn’t tell him that. Her boss would be furious if she treated Captain Byun Baekhyun rudely. The handsome man in the uniform was ready to leave a fortune in the bar, and scaring him out of the tavern would bring her tremendous consequences, ergo, there was no other option for her but to suck it up and diligently answer all his questions.

“I work here to help my family. I have to provide for their well-being.” Sunhee confessed sincerely. Whenever a member of her family was in trouble, she would do anything to help.

“I see…,” Baekhyun sighed, “I would like another glass of whisky, and possibly a word with your superior.” He added, as he placed an empty glass on the table, and looked her in the eyes, wondering how they looked up close.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Sunhee nodded her head, and walked away, being perfectly aware of Baekhyun’s intense gaze on her bottom.

Baekhyun smirked, knowing she won’t be walking so easily once he has some quality time with her. Oh, definitely not.

***

“Sunhee, can I have a word with you?” Her boss, Shindong, asked her once he ended a little chat with Captain Byun.

“What’s the matter, boss?” Sunhee looked at her superior, thinking what he wanted to discuss with her.

“I talked with Captain Byun, and he said he would like to get to know you better. I understand you’re a new waitress here, but you must meet up with him. He’s waiting for you in the room upstairs.” Shindong explained, hoping she wouldn’t disobey.

“I am a waitress, not a prostitute.” Sunhee talked back, as she didn’t like the idea of sleeping with the man, regardless of his social status.

“I am aware, but we can’t afford losing such an important client. He’s a regular guest in my tavern, and he specifically requested for your assistance.”

“I can’t, I am here to serve guests, not to lay with them.” Sunhee corrected her boss, reminding him under what conditions she had been hired in the tavern. “You must send someone who is actually capable of satisfying his needs. I am afraid I can’t do that.”

“Listen,” Shindong grabbed her by her arm, and pulled her closer to him, forcing her to focus her gaze on him. “He doesn’t want anyone else. Captain Byun solicited for you, and I don’t care if he fucks your cunt, or asks you to suck him off, you’re going to do it regardless. I did you a huge favor hiring you here, and if you want to keep your job, you get to fulfill his every wish.”

Sunhee was almost in tears.

This wasn’t fair, but on the other hand, nothing could be done to change her situation. Shindong had made it very clear; she could either please Captain Byun, or fail her family. Sunhee detested both choices; they were equally wrong, but she would never bail out on her own clan. Right now, letting Captain Byun fuck her was the lesser of two evils.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Sunhee replied, sighing loudly. She wasn’t really fond of this idea, but she had to keep her waitress position, even if she had to put her pride aside and let Captain Byun do whatever he wants to do to her.

“Good girl,” Shindong whispered, as he tilted her chin. “You better not disappoint him. As I previously said, we can’t afford to lose him.”

***

Sunhee was standing in front of the doors. Captain Byun Baekhyun was waiting behind them, yet she couldn’t bring enough courage to walk inside. When she would enter the room, there would be no coming back. She still had the chance to back away.

Biting her bottom lip, she placed her hand on the knob, and twisted it hesitantly, pushing the doors open. As expected, she saw Captain Byun sitting on the bed and sipping his alcohol.

“It took you long enough.” He commented casually, setting his drink on the nightstand. “I knew you would come, though.” Captain Byun added, as he stood up and took a few steps towards her.

Unlike the male, Sunhee didn’t share such enthusiasm. She just stood there, being frightened to walk through the door.

“Don’t be afraid, I didn’t call for you to hurt you.” He announced the moment he approached her. “It’s going to be pleasurable for you as much as it’s going to be for me.”

Sunhee still wasn’t convinced.

“Come on in.” Baekhyun mentioned, but when the girl didn’t move an inch, he wrapped his hand around her wrist and yanked her inside of the room. Gentleness was absent, as Baekhyun was everything but mild. Rather firmly, he pushed Sunhee against the wall, as he kicked the doors close. “You’re going to love this.”

“Please, don’t do this. I can’t. I beg you, call for someone else.” Sunhee shamelessly pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut, being afraid to look at this face, forcing her tears back. She couldn’t embarrass herself in front of Captain Byun; she couldn’t sob right in front of him.

“I don’t want anyone else.” Baekhyun simply stated, as he took a step back, knowing it wouldn’t bring him any pleasure if he fucked her without her consent. Everything seemed he had to try harder if he wanted her to give herself to him. That was exactly a kind of challenge he had been anticipating for a very long time. “And please, call me Baekhyun.”

Sunhee was still in her place, while Baekhyun slowly strolled across the room. She was incredibly tensed; therefore Baekhyun sighed, wondering what he could do to ease her stiffness.

“Do you like music?” He asked suddenly, as he looked her in the eyes.

Baekhyun smirked as he noticed her slight nod.

“Should I ask for someone else? I am certain she’s going to give you much more pleasure than I do.” Sunhee carried on, trying her best to convince him to let her go.

“Nonsense,” he quickly replied, as he set a smooth music from the gramophone. “No one can satisfy my needs as you can, Sunhee.” He admitted, smirking at her. “Come closer, Sunhee.” Baekhyun spoke, but when the girl didn’t move an inch, he waltzed toward her, moving his hips in the rhythm.

“I am not experienced.” She said matter-of-factly, hoping it would discourage and disinterest him. “Please, let me get you someone better, Captain Byun.”

“It’s Baekhyun for you,” he corrected her a moment before he reached for her hands, gently holding them with his own. “Don’t fear; I won’t hurt you.” He whispered, leading her toward the bed.

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” Sunhee confessed being certain he wouldn’t like to sleep with her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to satisfy his needs in a way he desired. Sunhee had no idea how to please a man; so far she perfected only the art of serving guests.

“You would never.” Baekhyun admitted without any doubt, being sure she would be great if he showed her how to pull strings. He would teach anyone, and in his eyes, Sunhee seemed to be a fast-learner. “Will you let me taste your delicious lips?” Baekhyun asked, and Sunhee didn’t dare to stop him.

When Baekhyun didn’t hear any opposition, he smirked and his eyes gleamed with desire. Urgently, he leaned in, and pressed his lips against her, moving slowly across them. The kiss was gentle, as he wanted her to feel safe.

He meant no harm, and she had to know it.

Sunhee’s eyes were closed, as she tried her best to respond to him. With much hesitancy, she kissed him back. Physically, it didn’t seem bad, but knowing under what conditions he was stealing her kisses was more than simply wrong. He didn’t stroke her lips because he cared about her, he plainly wanted to fuck and she seemed to fit his preference.

She didn’t care about him either, but if she wanted to keep her job as a waitress, she had to fulfill Baekhyun’s every need.

It was wrong, but no argument was good enough to stop.

When Sunhee seemed to relax a bit more, Baekhyun put his hand in her hair, and held her close, deepening the kiss. Passionately, he slipped his tongue. It took Sunhee by a surprise, but she didn’t dare to draw back. Shindong had made everything pretty clear; either she allows Baekhyun to do anything to her, or she becomes jobless.

Gently, Baekhyun massaged her tongue with his, slowly exploring her indeed delicious mouth.

“It wasn’t bad, was it?” Baekhyun asked as he broke the kiss. His hand was still in her hair, making her look only at him. Innocent women were devoted, and right now, Sunhee needed some guidance. She got to see only him, as he was the only person who mattered. Only Baekhyun was going to fuck her, to make her moan, to help her reach her finest orgasm, and without devoting connection it was going to be much more difficult. “It didn’t hurt either.”

“I liked it,” Sunhee confessed, complying with Baekhyun. She would do anything to keep her job, even if it meant she had to make love with Captain Byun.

It could always be worse. Although Baekhyun seemed quite impatient to rip her clothes off and fuck her, he didn’t intend to rape her. He would slowly corrupt her into giving herself to him.

It was definitely more fun.

“Why don’t you lie on your back?” He proposed, gently pushing her onto the bed. Once again, Sunhee followed his orders, and leaned backward, landing on her back. “You enjoy it more than you can admit.” Baekhyun spoke as a matter of fact, as he angled forward, hovering above her.

Lying beside her, Baekhyun slid his hand under her thin blouse, and groped her breast, making her hiss in sudden pleasure. His palm was cold, but it didn’t cause any discomfort for the girl. “Have you ever done this before?” Baekhyun asked, while kneading her bosom.

“I have once. It was horrible.” Sunhee confessed sincerely, as she couldn’t bring herself to lie to him. Even if it was her secret, Baekhyun didn’t care enough to spread it.

“It’s not going to hurt this time,” he whispered, his words tickling her neck. “I promise,” he added, as he swung his leg over her frame, trapping her between the bed and his body. “Do you trust me?”

“No,” Sunhee replied without any hesitation. She did not trust him. Why would she? Did he do anything to make her perceive him as trustful?—definitely not! “I know you won’t abuse me, though.”

Baekhyun didn’t answer, although he really wanted to. Sunhee was innocent, but she surely knew how to talk back to him. It was more than plainly intriguing. She was hesitant, and didn’t relent. Despite his attempts to seduce her and convince her that she was going to be alright with him, Sunhee didn’t seem to be persuaded.

And even if Baekhyun didn’t dare admit that, it was admirable. Sunhee was strong and not easily fooled, and they were quite valuable traits. She even might be a great soldier.

“Just relax, and let me change your mind.” Baekhyun uttered, staring down at her. With his knee between her things, he leaned in, and captured her lips in another passionate kiss which started off rather slowly, gradually becoming needy.

Captain Byun was fascinated by the girl. There was something strange about her, but he didn’t mind. He actually found it amusing. He had never slept with a girl who, in his opinion, thought one thing and done another. It was something new, and God, he adored it.

Slowly, Baekhyun trailed his wet kisses down her chin to her neck, sucking on the soft skin. Normally, he would be against the idea of marking his courtesan, but Sunhee was special. It would keep bugging him unless he nibbled her neck, leaving a visible mark. Even if he had her only for tonight; she ought to understand to whom she belonged to until the dawn.

Sunhee gasped when Baekhyun’s hand slipped under the waistband of her long skirt and undergarment. She did not expect him to proceed so quickly.

“Relax Sunhee.” He breathed out, gently stroking her folds. “You like it, don’t you?” Baekhyun rasped, as he could feel Sunhee raise her hip to rub her clit against his hand. “Don’t worry, it’s just a beginning.”

Although Sunhee didn’t word her plea, Baekhyun knew exactly what the woman beneath him wanted.

Sunhee moaned when Baekhyun rubbed her clit, and the man could swear that such a simple sound coming out of a woman had never made him this proud. He barely touched her, yet she was already wet, yearning for more. Even if she didn’t admit it, her body language was betraying her big time.

“Not so dubious right now, I see.” Baekhyun teased, as he thrust his forefinger inside of her. She was so ready for him; he almost didn’t feel any friction when his digit entered her.

“Mm…” Sunhee purred, reacting to his rather swift movements. Baekhyun was pumping his finger in and out, and she found it more pleasuring than she thought. “Captain Byun—“Sunhee started, but her words were quickly eaten off her tongue as Baekhyun smashed his lips, shamelessly stealing another impassioned kiss.

“Call me Baekhyun unless you want to anger me.” He warned her, and kissed her once again. Her lips indeed tasted delicious, and when mixed with the whisky which lingered in his mouth, Baekhyun had really hard time focusing on his surroundings.

“It feels so good, Baekhyun.” She moaned, as she looked him in the eyes. Baekhyun smirked, knowing he was almost halfway through with corrupting the innocent creature that was already squirming in pleasure underneath him.

“I’m already hard for you, Sunhee.” Baekhyun confessed, as Sunhee looked down at his member poking against her thigh. “I want to fuck you, right now.” He added, as he jumped off the bed, and stood in front of her, trying to get out of his uniform as fast as it was possible. “I’ll join you in a second. In the meantime, why don’t you touch yourself just like I touched you a while ago?” He grunted, smirking when Sunhee’s hand traveled down to her folds, gently stroking her womanhood.

It had been a very long time since Baekhyun was this satisfied. Sunhee was a hard nut to crack, yet she obeyed and fingered herself right in front of him. Minseok and Jongdae should’ve really got enlightened what they were missing out on. Even if they could tell hooker what to do, it was Baekhyun who wield complete control over the situation.

As fast as he could, he stripped himself, and when he was completely naked, he leaned in to push down Sunhee’s skirt and undergarments.

“Take off your blouse; I want to see you undress.” He demanded, staring down at her with pure lust. The further they went, Baekhyun was more certain, she would comply with his order. And right now, she didn’t even nag, and just pulled her blouse over her head, letting her long hair cover her shoulders.

Baekhyun won.

“Good girl,” he commented before hovering above her with his wrists pinned against the mattress beside both sides of her head. “Are you ready, Sunhee?” He asked, as he grabbed his member, and gave it a few strokes.

“Fuck me, Baekhyun.” Sunhee moaned almost breathlessly, as Baekhyun rubbed the tip of his cock against her womanhood.

Her words rang in his head, as he couldn’t expect her to ever become so desperate and vulgar. She was a good innocent girl; such obscene words didn’t sound as if they just escaped her thin pink lips. On the other hand, Baekhyun once again felt victorious. Sunhee’s behavior after his little influence had greatly exceeded his expectations.

“Naughty,” Baekhyun smirked before he forced himself inside of her tight cunt. “Ah…, Baekhyun grunted as he slammed his cock in and out mercilessly, focusing only on Sunhee’s loud moans. He kept going, knowing how much blissful it was for her. “Don’t bite it back, moan my name as loud as you can,” Baekhyun encouraged her before he leaned in, and sucked on her skin.

“Baekhyun,” Sunhee hollered at the top of her voice, as Baekhyun was driving her crazy with his fast thrusts and wet kisses.

“Louder, they don’t hear you downstairs,” he tempted as he grabbed her long hair in his palm, and pulled it, forcing her to look at him. “I want everyone to know my name in this hellhole.”

“Ah! I can’t any longer. I am going to come,” Sunhee breathed, knowing her peak was approaching. Her walls tightened, engulfing his cock which not even the tiniest bit slowed down. Baekhyun was way too turned on by Sunhee to even think about fucking her slow. When a good girl was being fucked rough, she would lose that label forever, and in case of Sunhee, Baekhyun was sure she wasn’t going to ever be the same.

He shamelessly corrupted her.

Sunhee didn’t seem to mind, though.

Well…, no girl had even complained.

It was just the way sex with Baekhyun was.

Changing and unforgettable.

“Come for me, Sunhee.” Baekhyun whispered, as he continued to fuck her, advancing toward his orgasm, too. “Explode,” he ordered, pounding his hips against her core. The sound of skin slapping against each other was definitely louder, than the smooth music in the background, yet neither of them seemed to care at the moment.

“Baekhyun,” Sunhee screamed and dug her fingernails in Baekhyun’s shoulders, as she came. She felt as if small explosions erupted in every fiber of her body at once. It was overwhelming, yet Baekhyun didn’t stop thrusting, as he desperately chased his orgasm.

“Fuck!” Baekhyun hollered when he reached his high. Arching his back, he released himself inside of her. The orgasm was so strong; he couldn’t remember when he had so much fun fucking a woman. It was, without any doubt, one of his best fucks. “God, Sunhee, you’re so good. How could you think you’re not good enough?” He confessed, as he powerlessly fell on her, panting.

Sunhee didn’t answer him. She was too embarrassed to talk to him. How could she reply? He requested for sex, and with a snap of his fingers, Sunhee changed from a waitress to a courtesan. It hurt her pride, and even the greatest orgasm in her life didn’t make up for it.

“I didn’t know you could be both,” Baekhyun started as he pulled out, and rolled beside her. The slow music was playing in the background, as Baekhyun tried to catch his breath.

Sunhee had no idea what he meant by that, and she didn’t even want to question him.

After all, it didn’t matter.

They had sex just as Baekhyun wanted. She fulfilled her part of the bargain, and it was time to say goodbye. She wasn’t really keen on clinging onto him, and Baekhyun, of course, must’ve wanted her out of his room as soon as it was possible, too.

Normally, Baekhyun thoughts would precisely fitted into Sunhee’s expectations, but right now, he wondered how she could be so good and so naughty at the same time. It was strange but incredible at once. Either she was very devoted to him by his smooth advances, or Sunhee was never good to begin with.

Baekhyun would love to have a smoke and elaborate on the topic, but as soon as he reached for a pack of cigarettes without filter, someone knocked on the doors and barged in, not bothering to wait for his consent.

It was Jongdae.

“Captain Byun, we have a problem.” He announced, trying to buckle his belt in haste. “We just received a telegram from Lay. You must see this.” Jongdae explained quickly, looking very worried.

“Pardon me, Sunhee.” Baekhyun spoke, looking down at the girl, as he stood up, and reached for his pants. “Duty calls.”

***

21st May 1950

“Is it really that urgent?” Baekhyun asked, being quite annoyed by the fact that he was dragged out of the bed before he managed to give Sunhee a second round of mind-blowing sex. Normally, he would’ve helped his lover to reach her peak at least thrice, and right now, Captain Byun felt rather indebted to Sunhee. “I am certain this can wait an hour or two,” he added casually, while remembering Sunhee’s moans from just a moment ago.

“The telegram says Yixing wanted to arrange a meeting with you. He states that the situation between South Korea and North Korea is unstable. According to his words, the war may break out any time.” Jongdae announced, trying to maintain his poise.

“It doesn’t sound good,” Baekhyun commented casually before he raised his hand to his chin to rub it in a thinker manner. Soon, the war was going to be declared. Everyone expected it, though. There had always been some kind of sinister tension between the countries, so the bloodshed was just a matter of time. Thankfully, Baekhyun thought beforehand. “When Yixing is going to arrive to Seoul?”

“In accordance with the telegram, Zhang Yixing is going to reach Seoul tomorrow before noon.”

“Damn it,” Baekhyun cursed, running his hand through his tousled hair. “And I assume he’s going to want a report. I am fucked. Do you know how hard it is to talk to Minhyuk recently? The Kkangpae is very busy these days.” Captain Byun trailed away, wondering how he was going to reach the Korean mafia boss at such unholy hour. It definitely was more difficult than contacting the president.

“What about Pyo Jihoon and Kim Yokwon? They’re his closest accomplices; they ought to know something.” Jongdae proposed, trying to find a way to help his superior, even if he didn’t approve of their relations.

Baekhyun, Minseok and Jongdae were soldiers, and soldiers ought to have not made business with mafia. The two parties believed in two, entirely different, morals. While the army praised patriotism, bravery, reliability and devotion, the mafia worshipped money, loyalty, power and deception. Some things didn’t mix, and military and gangs were the best example. Baekhyun, on the other hand, did not yet understand it.

“I may try to reach them, but it shall not give the same result.” Baekhyun mused, knowing Yixing wasn’t going to be pleased with some second-hand information. “I’ll try to contact with Jihoon. And you my friend, rest a little. I am going to need you and Minseok in the morning.”

***

22nd May 1950

“Yixing, my friend, it’s so nice to see you.” Baekhyun greeted Zhang Yixing as he entered the Captain’s study. It was nine o’clock in the morning, and Baekhyun was not ready for the meeting. He barely finished writing the report, and he wasn’t prepared for his oration. He had to romanticize the facts, and without any prior practice it was going to be rather difficult.

“I wish I could say the same thing,” Yixing chimed in, stretching his hand to shake Baekhyun’s hand habitually. “Perhaps, it would be more pleasant if the circumstances were nicer.”

“War declaration is a real ice-breaker, don’t you think?” Baekhyun jested, laughing at his own joke.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Yixing spoke before he nodded his head and took a seat in front of Baekhyun’s desk. “And since the ice is already broken, why don’t we discuss what I came here for? May I see the report?”

Baekhyun smiled sheepishly at Yixing, as he handed him the papers. “Here you go,” Baekhyun started, but Yixing snatched the folder from his hands, and opened it in haste.

When the Chinese man was reading the report with his scrutinized eyes, Captain Byun had some time to observe him. His face seemed very calm and friendly. No one would accuse him of leading Triad. Yixing looked like a placid shop owner who wouldn’t be able to hurt a fly.

“I expected something better from you, Baekhyun. You’re lucky I can work with these. Otherwise, you would be already dead.” Yixing finally spoke after skimming through the report.

“I am risking my life here. Do you forget that?” Baekhyun reminded him. It was very dangerous, and if someone found out that Baekhyun was a mole in Korean mafia, Minhyuk would personally torture and kill him.

“I am aware, but it doesn’t justify your sloppy work, does it?” Yixing spoke coldly. “Anyway, once the war is declared, I want you to notify me Korean army strategy, and then I’ll make you a rich man. I need this information, especially when Kkangpae is going to supply weapons for them.”

“I will send you a telegram as soon as the general fills me in.” Baekhyun spoke after a short sigh.

“I am looking forward to hearing from you, Captain Byun.” Yixing said, and he rose from his seat, and stretched his arm to give Baekhyun another handshake. “Don’t disappoint me unless you want me to kill you myself.”

“I would never.” Baekhyun replied, and walked Yixing to the exit. “Have a safe trip.” He added before closing the doors.

Once Baekhyun was left alone in his office, he pressed his back against the doors, and let out a huge sigh. He was playing a risky game right now, and even if quitting seemed rather tempting, he couldn’t. He had to remain in the charade until the very end.

At first, he wanted to secure his life in case of war, but who knew it would escalate to the extent where he would be forced to spy on two gangs and betray his own country?

“Fuck,” Baekhyun cursed, knowing how much screwed he was at the moment.

He must’ve been foolish when he had agreed to this.

***

4th June 1950

“General Chung has sent a telegram. He wants to see you today in his office, Captain.” Minseok announced as he walked inside of Baekhyun’s study. “The rumor has it the war is going to break out really soon.” He added, as he placed the message on Baekhyun’s desk.

“Fuck, it’s earlier than I imagined.” Baekhyun cursed, and shook his head. The war was a real threat; everything reached the point of no return. It was inevitable, and Baekhyun couldn’t do anything to change his fate. He was going to fight against the North Korean army.

“I told Private Jeon Jungkook to prepare the vehicle for you. It must be waiting for you in front of the building,” Minseok added matter-of-factly. Whenever General Chung had wanted something, it must’ve been something of great importance, especially when he requested for an immediate meeting with Captain Byun. They couldn’t afford to waste any minute, so Minseok arranged everything as soon as it was achievable.

“Thanks Minseok, you’re irreplaceable.” Baekhyun deadpanned, knowing how much trouble he was right now. And on top of that, he couldn’t do anything to prolong the process of hearing the terrible news. He was going to hear the information much sooner than he expected. “And can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” Minseok started with a genuine smile upon his face, having his entwined behind his back.

“Go to the tavern we’ve been recently, and please, ask for Kim Sunhee. I owe her something, so if you don’t mind that would be lovely if you could bring her to my apartment around eight tonight. I don’t think she’ll hesitate.” Baekhyun started, as he sat at the edge of his desk, and played with a piece of paper that Minseok had brought.

“She has had you hooked, hasn’t she?” Minseok teased with a wide smirk decorating his face.

“I wouldn’t put it that way, actually.” Baekhyun spoke, tapping his chin with his forefinger, thinking about her. There was nothing special about her; she’d just given up completely to him. “I was just dragged away from her before I wanted so. That’s it, so don’t read too much into it.”

***

4th June 1950

“Baekhyun, it’s always so nice to see you!” General Chung cheered when Baekhyun entered his office. “Here, take a seat.” He spoke, as he pointed at the chair in front of his desk.

“You wanted to speak with me, General Chung?” Baekhyun asked, wishing the General didn’t want to talk about war. It was nearly impossible the meeting was arranged due to different reasons, yet Baekhyun wanted to believe the hope died last.

“Ah, yes, I believe I have some bad news to pass.” The general stated, seeming a bit hesitant, as if seeking for the proper words to pass the message. “Despite politicians’ effort, the war is inevitable. The president has asked me to strategize our defense, and since you’re one of my best people within the army, I decided you and your squad, are going to defend the border. I will give you one thousand of the best qualified soldiers, so you could keep North Koreans for as long as it’s possible.”

Baekhyun was speechless.

He hadn’t done business with Korean and Chinese mafia to be in the center of the war! Having come up with such risky and dangerous plan, he wasn’t supposed to lead his men to death!

“It’s such an honor, Your Excellency, but are you sure I’m qualified to carry out so important part of the defense? I can bet you could find a person who would suit this position better in a matter of minutes.” Baekhyun replied as politely and humbly as he could. He would do everything to change the General’s mind. He didn’t want to die as a cannon fodder.

“Nonsense,” disagreed the General. “I thought this through, and you’re the most capable person to carry this out.” He admitted, smiling at the Capitan who was ready to beg. “This time, we’re putting the civilians’ safety above all, so we must stop the army just by the border. You must understand my decision. Soldiers must defend people who can’t defend themselves.”

That was very thoughtful and caring of General Chung. Unfortunately, right now, Baekhyun cared only about his own safety, which seemed to be non-existent, as he was going to die as soon as the war would break out.

“Right, we wouldn’t want that.” Baekhyun agreed, although deep inside he wished he was a civilian, too.

“I’m glad we agree. I always knew I could count on you.” General Chung spoke, sending Baekhyun a polite smile. “In this folder, you have all the details regarding the mission. My men are going to be sent to the border on the fifteenth of June, so please be ready to join them by then.”

“Of course, I am honored.” Baekhyun gritted, and thanked through his clenched his teeth.

***

Baekhyun paced around his apartment, trying to come up with an idea which might help him get himself out of the mess. Having ruffled his hair in annoyance, he looked at his wrist watch. He had screwed his life, and moreover, Minseok didn’t bring Sunhee yet.

Everything seemed that Baekhyun’s life was a path of constant disappointment and trouble with zero pleasure.

It sucked.

Suddenly, Baekhyun heard a knock on the doors. It didn’t even take him thirty seconds to answer them.

It was Minseok.

And he was alone.

“Where’s Sunhee?” Baekhyun asked, as he moved aside, so his friend could enter his apartment. “I thought you were supposed to bring her here? Where is she?” He repeated himself in hope that Sunhee was around, and she just had to brush her hair, or put a lipstick on.

“I have bad news, Captain,” Minseok started, as he sighed.

“Wonderful, all day I keep getting bad news. Does one more make any difference?” Baekhyun asked rhetorically, throwing his hands in the air. Sighing, Baekhyun rubbed his head, as he waited for the message to be delivered. “Are you going to tell me, or not?” Baekhyun rushed as it seemed that Minseok was hesitant about explaining the situation to him. “Just spill it out.”

“I went to the tavern just after you left.” Minseok started casually. It didn’t sound like a bad news at all, yet Baekhyun couldn’t wait for the plot twist. Today was definitely the worst day of his life, so why wouldn’t make it even worse? “And when I came in, I almost threw up. Someone turned the tavern into a slaughterhouse. Everything was red, painted with blood. The bodies were scattered all over the floor, everyone was killed—the owner, the employees, the customers. Everyone.”

Baekhyun was mortified. Why and who would do something like that to these people? They didn’t do anything wrong, and even if some of them weren’t saints, Baekhyun could bet the bloody massacre was quite an overkill.

“Are you sure that Kim Sunhee got killed, too?” Baekhyun asked, as whoever had done this might’ve taken her as a hostage. It was highly unlikely, but Baekhyun hoped nonetheless. She was too innocent to die so tragically. He hadn’t even corrupted her properly yet.

“I didn’t check everyone’s IDs, but I doubt she’s survived. You knew her better; did she seem she could defend herself?”

“No, she couldn’t.” Baekhyun sighed in resignation. Sunhee was innocent, gentle and mellow. She would never win against some lunatic who wielded a weapon. “Well… that’s very tragic.” He summed up, thinking of Sunhee. She’s dead, but she wasn’t anyone valuable to him, so he wasn’t going to mourn her.

“Sorry,” Minseok spoke, giving his poor version on consolation. “It seems you must find someone else to keep you company tonight.”

“I’m not in the mood for the chase tonight.” Baekhyun admitted truthfully. After the conversation with General Chung and the massacre in the tavern, Baekhyun mentally didn’t fancy leaving his apartment. For today, he was going to rest. For the rest of his days off, he was going to fuck as many women as he could. He’s going to die shortly after the war would break out, so he needed live to the fullest. “Tonight, my dearest whisky is going to keep me company.”

“Whatever you want, man.” Minseok smiled, and patted Baekhyun’s shoulder. “I am not going to stop you, but I need to go. Unlike you, I am not going to waste my time, being all locked up in the four walls.”

“Just go already; you give me a headache.” Baekhyun shook his head, showing Minseok the way out. If his friend wanted to hit the bar and fuck a hooker, Baekhyun wasn’t going to stop him, but for sure he wasn’t going to accompany him. The whole situation was a real bummer, and Baekhyun didn’t fancy chasing women into his bed right now. Only Sunhee was an easy prey, which still had some innocence left within her.

“See you in the morning, Captain Byun.” Minseok saluted, and exited Baekhyun’s apartment. Perhaps, Baekhyun was slightly attached to the killed girl, but Minseok wasn’t, so he didn’t plan on mourning. Once the war broke out, Sunhee’s going to be one of many meaningless victims, and Minseok couldn’t force himself to show Baekhyun that he cared. He was frank, and made it quite obvious that he couldn’t care any less.

Humming to a smooth song, Baekhyun reached for a whisky decanter and poured a drink for himself. Only alcohol would keep him company tonight, and he didn’t even feel the urge to complain. It wasn’t that bad, actually. He would pass out in the middle of the night, sleeping in the middle of a twister inside of his head.

Once he added a few cubes of ice, he sighed and took a sip.

It was just as bitter as his fate.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the doors, making him turn his head toward the entrance. Did Minseok forget something? Sighing loudly, Baekhyun placed the glass on the nightstand, and opened the doors.

“Sunhee,” Baekhyun hollered, as soon as he glimpsed at her. She was covered in blood and mud. She looked terrible; almost as if she fought the devil, and crawled out from hell by herself. “What are you doing here? Are you alive? How? I sent my protégé to bring you here, but he said that everyone was killed.” He asked many questions, but instead of waiting for her reply, he yanked her inside.

“I saw your friend, but I was still afraid that I may get killed, so I hid, and followed him here.” Sunhee confessed, trembling in front of him. It was really cold outside, and she was all drenched. “I didn’t know anyone outside of the tavern except you, Captain Byun. I hope that my presence here is not a burden.”

“Of course, it’s not. Actually, I ordered Minseok to go back to the tavern to bring you here.” Baekhyun confessed, taking a step back from her. Even if he pitied her for what she had experienced, he wasn’t going to let her stain his uniform. “Why don’t you take a bath, while I’ll try to get you something clean to wear, huh?”

“That would be lovely.” Sunhee smiled, and even if her face was very attractive when smiling, due to the dirt, it was mediocre. Baekhyun was indifferent about the gesture, which normally would make his heart flutter a little.

“And call me Captain Byun one more time, and I won’t be this nice.” Baekhyun warned her.

***

At this hour, every shop was closed. Baekhyun didn’t have women’s clothes in his apartment, either. Moreover, he couldn’t let Sunhee wear his clothing, even if he found it sexy, and the clothes were only a little too big; he wouldn’t do it. The only option left was visiting the apartment of a female officer. Baekhyun didn’t particularly like her, since she was too masculine for his taste, but at least, she had almost the same size as Sunhee.

Within thirty minutes, he was back in his apartment with a pair of olive green pants with a high waist, an ecru blouse with puffy sleeves, and a set of plain undergarments. Swiftly, he opened the bathroom doors. When he entered, Sunhee was out of the bath, wrapped in a towel.

“I brought you some clothes.” Baekhyun spoke, and stretched his arm, handing her the clothes.

“Thank you, Baekhyun.” Sunhee replied, and bowed at him, smiling. This time her smile was radiant, and if Baekhyun’s heart could skip a beat in such awful circumstances, it definitely would.

“I’ll wait outside. Just get out when you’re ready.” He said, and turned around, wanting to exit the room. However, once his hand was on the knob, Sunhee called him. Quickly, Baekhyun looked at her, trying to figure out what she wanted to tell him. “What is it?”

“All these people were killed in front of me, and I was wondering if you could hug me?” Sunhee asked, knowing it was shameless. She and Baekhyun were strangers, yet she couldn’t refrain herself. Sunhee needed comfort, consolation and warmth, and the only person who could fulfill her desires was Baekhyun.

Before Baekhyun managed to reject her plea, Sunhee ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her head in the crook of his neck. Normally, Baekhyun would push her away almost instantly, but right now, he needed solace himself.

“Everything is okay, Sunhee. You’re safe now.” Baekhyun whispered, as he placed his hand on the back of her head, and pulled her closer. In the bright scenario, he had maybe a year of life left; it really wouldn’t hurt him to act as if he was in a relationship. It was just one night; with the sunrise, everything would come back to normal. “No matter who did this, he’s not going to get you here.”

“I know,” she agreed, and snuggled closer to Baekhyun. It was warm, and although the sensation didn’t erase the picture from her mind, she definitely felt better in Baekhyun’s embrace. “Is there something bothering you, Baekhyun? You seem sad, and I don’t think it’s entirely my fault.”

Only a fool wouldn’t notice the gloomy aura around him. Moreover, it was much more serious that Sunhee’s arrival. Something had happened, what ruined Baekhyun world, too. They both were going through darkness; perhaps, each other’s company might help find them a glimmer of hope?

“It’s nothing we can do to solve my problem. I’ll just have to live through it.” Baekhyun spoke, his voice filled with regret and anxiety. He found himself in this situation because of his choices, and right now, he got to stand up and take the punishment proudly. “Don’t worry your pretty head, though.” He added, as he placed his hands on both sides of her head, and forced her to look at him. “I’ll be alright.”

“You don’t sound like it,” Sunhee retorted, knowing that Baekhyun was struggling with some serious trouble. He wasn’t as carefree and confident as he had used to be.

“I know what would make me feel much better.” Baekhyun confessed before he smirked and grabbed the hem of the towel, firmly tearing the wet material off of her body and throwing it onto the floor. Slowly, his hand started to roam all around her bare back down to her bottom. “What do you say Sunhee?” He asked, while gently massaging her hips.

Her eyes were completely focused on his face; almost as if there was nothing else to look at. Right now, his sparkling eyes and curved lips were Sunhee’s whole world. Shyly, Sunhee licked her bottom lip, as she took a step forward, and pulled him into a chaste kiss.

She moved her lips against his slowly, devouring every single second of it. Baekhyun preferred rough kisses over innocent ones, but this one time, it didn’t matter. It felt nice, and he wasn’t going to change it into another meaningless fuck. He didn’t have much time left, and he got to experience everything he had been missing out on throughout his entire life.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” Baekhyun spoke when he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. “Or you just came here to get into my pants?” He asked, smirking. It would be better if the situation became a bit less serious. Instead of worrying what’s going to happen in a month or two, they should’ve cherished the present.

“You know it’s not like that.” She quickly replied, and smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t act so prude, Sunhee. I think we’ve already passed that stage. You’re naughty, Sunhee. A kind of naughty I utterly adore.” He confessed, and pecked her nose before he hoisted her up, helping her wrap her legs around his hips.

“I am sure your sweet talk has stolen many hearts.” Sunhee admitted just before Baekhyun approached the bed and threw her on the sheets. “And panties, too, I bet you have lots of them in your drawer.”

“One night with me, and look what happened to you! You’ve become a textbook example of a sinner.” Baekhyun commented, looking at her hungrily. Sunhee was hot; moreover, she was completely corrupted by his sinful tricks.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Sunhee agreed with him, and strangely for her, she smirked at him, and even if she was a smile kind of a girl, it did turn Baekhyun on.

Quite impatiently, Baekhyun kicked off his shoes, and undid a few first buttons of his shirt before he climbed on the bed, finding his place in between her legs. “You’re beautiful, Sunhee.” Baekhyun complimented the girl, as he spread her legs wider. “You’re beautiful everywhere.” He added as he leaned in, and placed delicate kisses on the inner side of her right thigh.

Sunhee tried to close her legs when Baekhyun poked his tongue against her core.

“Relax, Sunhee.” He spoke, holding her legs apart.

Baekhyun continued to massage her folds with his tongue.

“Ah—“she moaned loudly, as Baekhyun started to suck her clit. Her toes immediately curled, the small explosions erupted in her lower parts when Baekhyun inserted his finger inside. “Baekhyun,” she gasped, and gripped the sheets. It was embarrassing, but Baekhyun knew exactly was he was doing. He barely touched her, and she already felt aroused.

“You’re so sensitive.” Baekhyun commented, smiling at her. “Do you want to touch me?” He quickly asked, hoping the girl would return the favor. Innocent girls had always been a bit hesitant about going down on a man, but Sunhee, being such a fast-learner, couldn’t disappoint him. He had a hunch she was naughtier than he thought she was; therefore she had no trouble sucking him off.

“I’m going to be terrible,” she said, observing as he plopped beside her. He sighed, lying down on his back, fighting with the rest of the buttons.

“Trust me; I’m not going to complain.” He added, as he sat up, and threw his shirt on the floor.

Hesitantly, Sunhee sat up as well, trying to ignore Baekhyun’s stares at her naked chest. “You better keep your word,” she retorted under her breath, before her hands reached to his belt. “Tell me if you don’t like it, and I’ll stop.” Sunhee added, when she pulled down his zipper.

“As I said, ‘I’m not going to complain’.” Baekhyun gritted through his teeth, trying to disguise his urgency. He desperately wanted Sunhee to touch him. He needed release, and starting off with a little blow job would definitely make the act way more pleasurable.

Slowly, Sunhee slid her hands under the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down, along with the pants. Baekhyun’s length was still floppy, but it was up to Sunhee to get him ready.

Not really knowing what to do, she grabbed his cock around its base, and started pumping her semi-clenched fist up and down.

“Just spit on my cock.” Baekhyun instructed her, as he didn’t find it as enjoyable.

Thinking about his tip, Sunhee spat on her hand, and once again started to stroke his member. This time, it was much easier.

“Go a little faster,” Baekhyun commented, as he closed his eyes, and rested his head on his entwined fingers. “Ah—“he whispered silently, giving in to the pleasure. “Take it in your mouth,” he ordered, when his cock was finally hard. “Sunhee, please,” Baekhyun said desperately, being close to begging.

Sunhee was stressed. She had never done it, and she was genuinely afraid that Baekhyun wouldn’t like it. Furthermore, how would she feel if she couldn’t please Baekhyun after he had almost made her come with his mouth?

Hesitating, Sunhee leaned forward and licked his cock.

“Sunhee, are you teasing me?” Baekhyun hissed, as he felt her tongue moving across his length. “Just suck me off already before I fuck your mouth on my own.” He warned, looking down at her. Sunhee looked ridiculously beautiful in between his legs.

As being told, Sunhee wrapped her mouth around his cock, and sucked the tip, hollowing her cheeks. She knew that Baekhyun watched her, so she looked up at him in the eyes. Baekhyun seemed to be enjoying it.

Her head bobbed up and down even if she was swallowing only a half of his cock, while her hand stroked its base and balls.

Baekhyun was in the seventh heaven, but he just couldn’t come in her mouth. He wanted to feel her pussy, and come there. Nothing else gave him more satisfaction.

“Enough,” he hollered, making Sunhee stop immediately. “It was fantastic, but please, let me,” he stopped min-sentenced, as he tilted her chin with his forefinger, and enchanted her to near her face, so he could kiss her.

The kiss was impassioned, and the both of them got lost in the affection. Sunhee didn’t even notice his hand on her back, as he pulled her on the sheets and crawled on top of her. “It’s my first time fucking a woman slow, so don’t judge.”

“It’s my first time fucking a man slow, too.” Sunhee spoke matter-of-factly, making Baekhyun laugh at her silly response. “Why are you laughing? I’m being honest with you.” She added, but Baekhyun hushed her with a passionate kiss.

When Sunhee was engrossed with the kiss, Baekhyun guided his cock to her entrance, and gently rocked his hips forward, gliding inside of her pussy. She was tight, but he entered her without any trouble.

“No need to worry, you’re doing great,” Sunhee commented, as she pulled away from the kiss. Baekhyun moved his hips back and forth, delicately pushing his cock as deep as he could.

“I think I’ve created a monster,” Baekhyun muttered, knowing that Sunhee was growing very comfortable around him. She even dared to tease him!

“Why? Are you afraid that the student will become a master?” Sunhee retorted wittily.

Baekhyun shook his head, as he couldn’t believe that Sunhee just talked back to him.

“Shut up already. Why do you have to be so smart?” He smiled, and hushed by sealing their lips together. Shortly after, his hips found the perfect rhythm, and helped Sunhee hooked her legs around his waist.

Sunhee placed her hands in Baekhyun’s hair, pulling him closer, but when he buried his face in the crook of her neck, she dug her nails in his back, drawing red lines all over his skin rather painfully.

“I think I’m going to come, Baekhyun. Please, keep doing it,” Sunhee begged, feeling her orgasm approaching.

Baekhyun kept his pace, listening to Sunhee’s moans and their flesh slapping against each other. It was a perfect mix of devotion and lust, and when he focused on the sounds in the room, he was close, too. It almost made him forget about his sad fate.

“Ah—“she screamed at the top of her lungs when Baekhyun’s thrust pushed her off the edge, ripping her apart in the best orgasm of her life. “Fuck!” She cursed, panting.

“Hold on, I’m about to join you in the bliss soon.” Baekhyun commented and kissed her forehead, as he kept pumping his cock inside of her wet pussy. “You’re fucking amazing, Sunhee.” Baekhyun praised, as he reached his high, and fell on the bed beside her.

“You’re not that bad yourself, too.” Sunhee teased, as he looked at Baekhyun’s sweaty face.

They lay in bed for a while, trying to catch their breaths, regaining their strength. There was no way they would end this after only one time.

Surprisingly, Sunhee was the first one trying to sneak out of the bed, but when Baekhyun noticed her attempt to crawl out of the sheets, he quickly yanked her back even if he didn’t want to cuddle with her.

“Let’s talk,” he offered, making her look him in the eyes. “What happened at the tavern? Did you see who did it? Perhaps, I’ll be able to avenge your colleagues.” Baekhyun started, proposing his help. He was going to die in the war, why shouldn’t he, at least, have tried to make something right?

“There’s nothing really much to say. Kkangpae butchered everybody in there.” Sunhee announced frankly, while Baekhyun tried his best to hide his shocked expression. What, on earth, the Korean mafia had sought for in the tavern? They couldn’t have possibly looked for him, could they? If that’s the case, he was screwed far worse than he had thought.

“How do you know it was Kkangpae? It could be anyone.” Baekhyun asked, hoping she just misunderstood the situation. Perhaps, it was just a pissed supplier who just hadn’t been paid for the alcohol. The Korean mafia wouldn’t have bothered to slaughter a second-rate tavern.

“I know because I am a part of Kkangpae, and I killed them.” Sunhee confessed, and reached for Baekhyun’s gun which was inside of the nightstand. “They saw my face, they had to die.” She added, and pointed the weapon at Baekhyun, smirking.

***

4th June 1950

Baekhyun snorted at the view of Sunhee holding his gun, aiming at him. “Funny,” he mused, and shook his head in disbelief, as he got up and sought for his clothes. “I almost believed you, Sunhee. I almost did.” The Captain continued, as he buckled his belt and threw his white button-down on his shoulders. “It’s dangerous, Sunhee. Put that down before you hurt yourself.”

“Silly me,” Sunhee played along with him; it was irresistible. The role she had been acting in front of Baekhyun must’ve had a huge impact on his thinking, as her confession didn’t make any sense to the Captain. She even wondered how long it’d take for Baekhyun to understand that she wasn’t joking; she really was a part of Kkangpae and she really had killed these people in the tavern.

“As I said, it’s dangerous.” Baekhyun repeated himself, as he approached Sunhee and gently snatched the gun from her hands, placing it back in the drawer. “I’d never forgive myself if you hurt yourself.” He added, and cupped her cheeks, kissing her forehead rather fondly.

“If you continue to speak like that, I may think you’ve fallen for me, Captain Byun.” Sunhee admitted, and smirked at him, knowing he wouldn’t mind calling him so officially. Baekhyun could sense that her words were soaked with teasing, and they meant no harm. He understood she did it to tease him, not to signalize she wanted to return to being a military captain and a waitress.

“Who wouldn’t in my place? Sunhee, you’re beautiful and innocent, and you’ve turned into a true sinner in bed. You’re perfect,” he confessed, as he gently caressed her cheek, staring into her eyes. “I know I don’t know you, but you’re everything a man can wish. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have time for romance. If only I could stay here with you, I would without thinking twice.” Baekhyun confessed, and Sunhee felt flattered. She couldn’t fall for her target, but her heart skipped nonetheless. “Unfortunately, the war is going to break out soon, and regardless of what I have tried, I don’t think I am going to survive it.”

“Of course, you’re not going to survive it.” Sunhee stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t understand how you could’ve thought treason would do any good to you.” She added, and Baekhyun looked at her, being mortified as ever. How the fuck did she know about it, he wondered. “Tell me, you didn’t think you could screw the Kkangpae over, did you?” She asked, smirking.

“How?” Baekhyun inquired, as he swallowed hard.

“I’ve already told you, Baekhyun.” Sunhee smirked, putting emphasize on his name which rolled off her tongue in a calm yet teasing manner. “I am a part of Kkangpae, and I was assigned to assassinate you.” She spoke, and pulled out a silver dagger, not breaking the eye contact with him.

“I don’t understand; you’re a woman.” Baekhyun spoke, his throat dry.

“Yes, I am.” Sunhee smiled softly at him. “It’s a rare occurrence, but it’s not impossible. Have you ever heard about the Golden Children?” Sunhee asked, and Baekhyun gasped.

“No, it can’t be. It’s just a myth.” Baekhyun said, as he couldn’t believe in Sunhee’s words. Everybody knew that it was just a legend. The mafia didn’t recruit children; it was just a tale, so offspring wouldn’t talk to strangers. There was no such a thing as the Golden Children. Sunhee had to be lying; it was just a bluff. It had to be.

“I am afraid it is not.” Sunhee sneered, running her finger across the blade. “Moreover, every legend wields a little bit of truth, don’t you agree, Captain?” She smiled, her legs swinging back and forth. “I was five when they found me. I was in the orphanage, as my parents had been taken away by disease. Even when I was a little girl, I was fast and smart; despite my sex, they saw my potential. As the myth says, I was being trained to become one of the deadliest weapons in the entire country, and right now, my assignment is to finish you before you manage to pass the strategy plans to our enemy.”

“Sunhee, stop it. It’s not funny anymore.” Baekhyun said, and maneuvered his hands as if wanting to calm her down.

“It was never meant to be funny, Baekhyun.” Sunhee continued, staring at the blade which was illuminating the moonlight.

“So this is true? You’re a part of the Kkangpae, one of the Golden Children, and you were tasked to assassinate me?” Baekhyun asked, and Sunhee nodded. Although he didn’t want to believe her, she seemed pretty serious. “Even if it’s true, you won’t. You can’t. You’re surrounded by my division. You won’t get out.”

“And you’re mistaken again, Captain Byun.” Sunhee smirked, as she jumped off the desk, pacing back and fro in front of him. “I am not alone. You must know the private Jeon Jungkook, right? Has it ever occurred to you why he was so skilled? He’s exactly like me. We’re both the golden children, and while I’m talking to you, he slaughters each and every one of your soldiers. We don’t leave any traces, but you must’ve figured it out by now.”

“You don’t have to kill me, Sunhee.” Baekhyun announced, as he sat on the edge of the bed, his head hung low. “I haven’t told anything Yixing yet. We may fool him. He doesn’t know that I work for Kkangpae. We may trick him, and win the war. You and I, together.”

Baekhyun didn’t know what he was doing. Although it was true, Sunhee couldn’t believe him. He had tried to betray the country once, so he would do it twice; all to his own benefit. He couldn’t be trusted, and even the sweetest words wouldn’t convince her. She had been trained her whole life; Baekhyun wasn’t capable of manipulating her.

“I don’t think so. This is not how it works.” Sunhee shook her head. “It doesn’t really matter. In my eyes, you’re always going to be a traitor, and we don’t value anything more than we do loyalty. You’re already a lost case; you had your chance, and you wasted it. You shouldn’t have played a game you couldn’t win.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“But I am.” Sunhee replied, as she sat on the bed beside him, placing her hand on his back. “This is the end, and I have no further intention to bargain with you. I really don’t want to lecture you, Baekhyun. I am going to follow my orders.”

“We can run away. I can see you’re not indifferent to my advances. You grew fond of me; just as I grew fond of you, Sunhee. You can’t just kill me.” Baekhyun confessed, but Sunhee only sighed. True, she liked him, but not to the extent of betraying her family and fatherland. Whether his feelings were genuine, or he just voiced them out, hoping they would get him out of that situation, Sunhee wasn’t going to change her mind and oppose her leader. No matter how lovely Baekhyun’s voice was, she knew better–Baekhyun wasn’t worth it.

He was a traitor, and he deserved to die.

“No, Baekhyun. If we met under completely different circumstances, it could’ve worked out.” Sunhee spoke, Baekhyun staring straight into her eyes, as if hoping she would melt under his loving gaze. “You’re a traitor, and I kill traitors. We are not meant to be.”

“Don’t say that.” Baekhyun said softly, cupping her left cheek, caressing her skin with his thumb gently. Sunhee closed her eyes, but her grip on the dagger as just as tight. He wanted to lure her into his trap, to seduce her. It would never work, though. “Sunhee, please; you don’t have to do this. You can let me go.” He added, and locked her lips with his, the kiss slowly turning into a more passionate one. He tried to pour his emotions out; to signalize her how much he cared about her. “You can run away with me. You don’t have to be their slave. You can be free, with me. We can leave this mess behind us; we’ll live a happy life.”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Sunhee asked, as she pulled away from the kiss, and pressed the tip of the blade against Baekhyun’s neck, grazing it gently, so a single drop of blood ran down his skin. “Baekhyun, everything is over. You ruined everything the moment you thought of betraying us. The damage is done; you can’t do anything to alter your future. I’m going to kill you, and your pathetic cries for mercy are useless.”

Baekhyun’s fate had been already decided; he couldn’t do anything to avoid the doom. By choosing to betray the country and the Kkangpae, he brought death upon himself.

“Please, Sunhee. There has to be a way!” Baekhyun yelled, as he snatched the knife out of her hand, and tossed it across the room. Normally, she wouldn’t let him disarm her so easily; it was her fault that she wondered what he could do to fight for his life. He didn’t stand a chance of persuading her, but the curiosity got the better of her.

“You have no shame, do you?” Sunhee inquired, tilting her head to the side. Baekhyun’s demeanor changed beyond recognition; almost as if a completely different person was standing before her. Captain Byun was confident, fierce and strong. Baekhyun, on the other hand, was weak and pitiful. “Actually, when I think about it, there might be a way.”

“I’ll do everything.” Baekhyun eagerly answered, staring at Sunhee, waiting impatiently for her to reveal whatever came across her mind. There was an escape route, and Baekhyun would do anything to get on the right track.

“It shall be enormously difficult, though.” Sunhee added, touching her chin, thinking of the best way to deliver the message.

“What is it, Sunhee?” Baekhyun asked, his eyes glimmering with hope. He had a chance, although Sunhee had been stating his case was helpless. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t waste it. If there was really a possibility for him to escape this horrible situation, he couldn’t quit.

“You have to kill me.” She spoke flatly. From her perspective, it was the only way. She wouldn’t let him leave the room, so the only option for him was to kill her. And if he actually managed to do that, he’d have to face Jungkook, too. “I can’t allow you to run away, and if you really want to survive, you have to kill me.”

Baekhyun was petrified. How could he do that? He didn’t love her, but he wasn’t entirely indifferent, either. There was something about her what would always draw him closer; he was genuinely fond of her, and if he got a chance to see her daily, he would undoubtedly fall for her. He just couldn’t kill her.

“You can’t be serious,” Baekhyun commented, but Sunhee continued to stare at him blankly. She didn’t look like as if she was joking. Nonetheless, Baekhyun didn’t like the solution. Sunhee was a woman, and Baekhyun just couldn’t fight her.

“Only one of us can leave this room alive.” Sunhee added, and Baekhyun cupped her cheeks again, and smashed his lips against her. His tongue immediately started to devour her mouth, making her whimper.

Baekhyun was a traitor, but Sunhee was different. The boss had assigned her to execute a task, and she was going to complete it. She wasn’t like Baekhyun; she would never bail out on the given order. They wanted Baekhyun’s head, and she was going to conduct the order to the very end, or she would die trying.

“Baekhyun–“Sunhee panted, as she drew back. The kiss felt amazing, but she would never betray her family. “Stop, it’s over.” She pushed him on the bed, and went across the room to pick up her knife.

Sunhee held it in front of her, and Baekhyun just stood up, the blade’s tip being pressed against his naked chest, almost cutting the skin.

“You won’t do it.” He whispered, placing his hand on top of hers, pressing the knife against him tighter. “I know we barely know each other, but the passion we have is something unique.” He added matter-of-factly, as he snatched the knife, and swirled her around, holding the weapon in front of her neck, the blade almost grazing her skin. “You don’t want to kill me.” Baekhyun murmured, nipping her ear shell gently.

“This isn’t about what I want; it’s about what must be done.” Sunhee retorted, and quickly twisted his hand around, so the knife fell onto the ground.

“They’ve brainwashed you; you don’t have to do anything.” Baekhyun replied, as he grabbed her wrist, and pushed her onto the bed, hovering above her a second later. “Run away with me. Fuck the Kkangpae, fuck the war. Let’s leave it behind; you and me, together.”

Sunhee couldn’t tell the proposition wasn’t tempting. Baekhyun’s words really sparked her interest, although she knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. She was a part of Kkangpae; they were their family. She couldn’t turn her back on them. They had taken her in when she was little and raised her as if she was their blood.  Sunhee would never betray them, especially not when they had given her so much when she hadn’t had anything.

Baekhyun’s proposition sounded amazing, but she would never give in.

“I can’t, and I won’t. They are my family, and one can’t betray one’s blood.” Sunhee spoke, pushing Baekhyun off her, so the man fell onto the floor. “You tried playing, and you lost; don’t drag me down with you.” She added, as she opened the drawer, and clenched her fingers around the gun.

“Sunhee, don’t.” Baekhyun raised his hands in defeat, as he stood up. “What do I have to do to convince you?”

“You can’t do anything.” Sunhee spoke flatly, holding the gun up, aiming at his naked chest. “Whatever you think, it wasn’t meant to be. You’re a traitor, and you’ll die as one.”

“Please,” Baekhyun murmured, a single tear rolling down his cheek, his voice breaking at the end of the word. “Save me.” He lowered his hand, and took a step forward. “Save me, Sunhee.” He spoke slowly, enveloping his arms around her, pressing her head in the crook of his neck. “You’re my last hope.”

Sunhee shouldn’t listen to him. She had been taught better. If a person betrayed, couldn’t be trusted ever again. It would take a lifetime to restore trust, and Baekhyun wouldn’t persuade her in one night.

“Baekhyun, don’t make it harder than it already is.” She pushed him away, taking her aim. He was susceptible, completely defenseless. “The decision whether you live or not is not mine; I follow orders, and I will always abide by them. That’s where we’re different. You betrayed for your own benefit, whereas I will execute the command even when my heart tells me not to.” Sunhee confessed, and ran her tongue across her lips, as she stared at him.

“So, this is how everything is going to end, huh?” Baekhyun sighed, and shook his head, looking down at his feet. “You’re really stubborn, Sunhee. Has anyone told you that before?” He stated, smiling at the girl. “I know it won’t change your mind, but I want you to know that I regret it. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It’s my mistake, and you’re right when you say I should man up and suffer the consequences. I wish I had met you before this whole mess. Maybe, I’d have behaved differently.”

“Goodbye, Baekhyun.” Sunhee spoke, staring at Baekhyun fondly.

“Goodbye, Sunhee.” Baekhyun replied, sending her a wide smile. “Live well.”

Not daring to blink, Sunhee pulled the trigger. She shot right through his heart.

Baekhyun was afraid of death. He had tried multiple ways to fool death. His precautions brought this fortune upon him.

Baekhyun was a good person; he only wanted to be safe.

Shortly after Baekhyun’s heart stopped beating, Jungkook entered the apartment. Sunhee looked at him, and smiled. Her mission was complete; they fulfilled the given orders.

“Come on, let’s go.” Jungkook spoke quietly, and stretched his arm, holding her hand gently. Sunhee didn’t hesitate, and quickly approached him. In silence, they exited the apartment, leaving Baekhyun’s corpse behind them.

Baekhyun wasn’t her first target; he wasn’t her last one, either.

It felt different, though.

Whenever, she pondered about it, she knew that killing him was the most difficult choice she had ever made. She didn’t regret it, but she would remember Captain Byun till the end of her days.

[pixiedst]

Dance With Me 02 // KYG

Request from @lost-midnight-flower​​

Hiii can I request a got7 fic? Maybe something along the lines of meeting the guys at a fan meeting or something and one of them falling head over heals with the reader? That seems pretty cute to me, is that weird? If you choose to write this, you can pick which member you want to write about ^^ have a great day/evening ahead!

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Description: Dance studio owner Y/N meets Yugyeom at a fan sign. Word Count: 3,694

Index // Part One // Part Three // Part Four

”I’m gonna be honest, I enjoyed the bunny ears,” Yugyeom says and takes her copy of the album to sign.

“Hilarious,” Y/N says. “Turn to the next page.”

He does as he’s told and finds a beige envelope with a glittery, red heart sticker sealing it. He lifts it and scoffs. “How radiant.”

“If you don’t want it, I’ll-“, but before her fingers can reach it, he pulls away.

“No way! I wanna know more about you! I am not losing this chance.”

Y/N tries to keep a straight face, but she can tell from Yugyeom’s laugh that her cheeks are red enough to betray her. He’s different today. Bolder. She looks at the fans next to her. Can they hear them? They seem busy enough with their conversations.

She likes this, though. It’s a different side to him. Before she can say anything else, the staff orders her to move. As she gathers her things, she glances back at Yugyeom one last time to flash a smile.

He winks.

-

Dear Yugyeom,

Here is the letter you asked for.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom stifles a laugh and reads further.

Okay, I’m kidding. I’m writing this after watching your beautifully entitled V-Live “OLOLOLO”. Mark noticed my comment and asked for me: what have you been up to lately? It inspired me to write this.

Do you wanna know why I started dancing? I watched Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses as a kid. I wanted to travel to a secret land where I could dance with magical statues to classical music by instruments that played themselves. Needless to say, when I found out none of that was real, I was devastated.

But what kept most of that fantasy a reality was the dancing. My parents understood how much I wanted to be a dancer and enrolled me in ballet class. I was horrible, hated it immensely, and my dream of becoming a princess withered.

Years passed, and they let me enroll in a hip hop dance class, and that’s where I found my rhythm. My body was comfortable with the music, and I was satisfied with the setting. I knew I wanted to be a professional dancer.

But my parents’ understanding ended there. It thrilled them to have a daughter who could dance, but they felt that choosing it as a career was impractical. After years of begging, proving my worth through recitals and gold medals, they never changed their minds.

I graduated with a business degree. They wanted me to start a business, so I did. I started my studio. They tried to get angry, but they knew they had no reason to be. I did what they wanted me to do, and with the skills I learned, I added my own twist. I never broke a rule. 

Until now, they’re unhappy with my decision, but they’re less angry. I think that’s all right. I still meet with them every few weeks because I love them despite the sacrifices they forced me to make. But looking back, it’s safe to say they were good for me. With my level of skill before university, I wouldn’t have been able to get into any of the performing arts schools. I only joined the dance team in my school and used that experience to start my studio. Not a bad deal.

You might be wondering why I’m telling you all this. That V-Live struck a chord in me. Bambam said to not be ashamed, so here I am, shamelessly presenting my life story to you.

Here’s my social media if you want to see me dance. This is a huge step for me, but I think this is a good way for me to let go of doubts and embrace the unknown instead.

Instagram: @dancingseoul

YouTube: Dancing Seoul Studio

Thank you again for inspiring me to be where I am now. You’re the best.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom’s mind races. He’s only met this person three times, but despite the brief interactions, she trusted him enough with this personal story. There is nothing more he wants for her but success. He wants to see her studio run out of slots for enrollments. He wants millions of people to subscribe to her YouTube channel. It’s what she deserves. Life is too cruel to keep that from her.

He checks her Instagram. It’s cute. Majority of the posts are dance videos and pictures of the studio, but she slides in a few selfies now and then. Their family is small, but she looks happy. He smiles. He likes seeing her happy.

He stops on a selfie from two years ago. She barely aged. The only difference is her hair, which in this photo shows a light brown shade and a fringe. Cute. He taps twice and continues to scroll.

Within a few more photos down, he freezes.

Wait. Did he...

He hurries back up, a scream locked in his throat. His muscles tense, and his breathing goes rigid. Why can’t he find it? He’s back in the recent ones. Did he miss it again? He scrolls back down, slower this time, but the pace is almost killing him. She must have seen the notification by now.

When he finally finds it, he taps on the heart and drops his phone on the bed. He sighs. There’s no use. He’ll have to explain himself next time they meet. 

Maybe they can pretend it never happened, but based on their brief interactions and the way she writes her letters, that’s highly unlikely. Typical. Just another person in his life to tease him indefinitely.

He smiles. For the members, it’s nothing new. But for Y/N? Maybe it won’t be so bad.

-

How to React to Your Idol Liking Your Instagram Photo: A Tutorial With Y/N

Drop your phone on the floor

Scramble to check your phone is okay

Scream in your pillow

Cry (optional)

Take a screenshot to preserve the memory

She frowns. He liked that photo? Why did she even upload it? What was she thinking? Her hair was a mess, and she was sweating like she’d been in a sauna. And the angle? She can’t even process how embarrassing her selfie skills were two years ago. She taps on the three dots and hovers her thumb over the “Archive” button. 

What if he did like it, though? Maybe he thought she looked… pretty. She scoffs. That’s ridiculous. She’s not terrible looking, but she could never compare to the girls he must see every day. Twice literally works in the same building as him. He can’t possibly look at her and think she’s pretty. 

But she is open to possibilities. Sometimes. Only this time.

Y/N smiles. She exits the app and places her phone on the bedside table. The thought rings in her mind, and she can’t help but bury her face is her pillow. Wouldn’t it be nice, though?

Wouldn’t it be nice if Kim Yugyeom found her pretty?

-

“Is it her?” Bambam asks.

“No,” Yugyeom replies, and flashes a smile at the fan in front of him and accepts a stuffed toy.

So, his secret is out. The members caught on and have been playing telephone throughout the event. Yugyeom just has to suffer from being seated in the middle this time. 

“Is it her?” Bambam asks, not even looking away from his next fan.

“No, but she’s almost here.”

Bambam laughs as he allows the fan to place a scarf around his neck. Yugyeom wishes nothing more than to run away and never come back. His members are extra smiley and observing each fan who comes their way, trying to figure out which of them was able to steal the maknae’s heart. 

Oh, God, please keep it subtle, he prays. 

And there she is. His breath hitches, and he blinks a few times to avoid making a complete fool of himself.

“Hello,” His voice cracks. 

So much for subtle.

Bambam and Youngjae laugh, and the girls they’re talking to join in. Fantastic.

He clears his throat and repeats himself. “Hello.”

Y/N smiles. “Did you drink enough water today? You don’t want your voice to crack like that again.”

He can feel Bambam and Youngjae solve the puzzle. It’s only a matter of time before the information leaks to the rest.

“No letter today, sorry. I figured the previous one already showed a lot. I don’t even know what to say anymore,” she says.

He pulls the album closer to him and signs. “That’s okay. I really enjoyed reading it. I got to know you a little better.”

Y/N presses her lips together before she leans in to reply, “You seem to have enjoyed my Instagram, too.”

Yugyeom laughs and pink rises in his cheeks. “I’m sorry about that. I was just going through your dance videos and accidentally pressed like on your selfie. You’re a really talented dancer, though! I’m impressed!”

Nice save. That was a nice save, right?

“Nice save.” So it was not. “But thank you for the compliment. I wasn’t sure about that selfie, though.”

“I thought you looked cute,” he says. She looks away shyly. “But really, though. You’re an incredible dancer. I hope your studio gets the recognition it deserves.”

-

“I’m so tired,” Jia says and slides to the floor as the rest of the team gather their things.

Areum ties her hair and wipes the sweat around her neck. “Me too. I’m so glad it’s Saturday. I can stay up all night watching Luna’s Hotel.”

“New drama?” Y/N asks.

“Mhm! It’s my second one this week!” she replies.

How she finished yet another drama, Y/N has no idea. It’s surprising enough that she has the energy to teach dance despite barely getting any sleep. Sunhee, on the other hand, has been slowing down. Apparently, she’s been getting into GOT7.

None of them know about Y/N’s interest in the group. If anything, the members themselves are the only ones who do. Nobody else is aware of his influence on her career, and she prefers to keep it that way. She doesn’t want them to think she’s weird and obsessed.

“If they’re just gonna show off their relationship every two seconds, they might as well get married,” Sunhee grumbles as she stares at her phone.

“I know. It’s all they ever post about. We get it. They’re dating,” Jia says.

“Who’s dating?” Y/N asks.

Sunhee turns her phone and reveals the screen. Y/N leans in to get a better view. It’s a picture of Hyuna and Dawn. His hand is on her waist, and she’s kissing his cheek while he looks at the camera with a slightly tucked chin and close-lipped smile. It’s a cute picture.

“What’s wrong with them dating?”

“It’s disrespectful to the fans!” Areum says.

“How is falling in love disrespectful?”

Jia scoffs. “Typical of you to say that, really. Listen. Celebrities exist to entertain, meaning the audience can form emotional attachments to them. Dating someone completely destroys that bond they formed with their fans. It’s disrespectful for that sole reason. Do you get it?”

Y/N wishes she could reply with, “Typical of you to say that, really,” but stops herself. Maybe she should just agree. What’s the point of disagreeing when it will only leave her out of the group even more? It’s funny how she’s technically the boss, yet they treat her like another colleague. Where is the respect?

Part of it is her fault, though. She can’t be too restricting, and she is desperate to keep them with her. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she needs them. Sure, she wants a circle of friends, but she also needs them for her business. What would she do without them?

But she cannot let them win this time. She just can’t agree with them.

“I understand that there’s a bond between celebrities and their fans, but they don’t just exist to entertain. They’re more than just faces on a screen. They’re human beings, and the fans are only falling in love with a small portion of their real selves. You see how much training they have to go through just to debut. They have to be as close to perfect as possible because they’ll be in front of hundreds of cameras. What I’m saying is that underneath all that perfection, they are regular people who fall in love too. Being a celebrity doesn’t take that away.”

Sunhee shakes her head. “I bet you haven’t fallen in love with an idol before.” Her voice wavers. How pathetic. “It’s like chasing a cloud. You just look at them from afar, and that’s all you can do.” She sighs. “You wouldn’t understand.”

They pick up their things and head to the door. Jia leaves last and says, “See you on Monday, Boss.”

Y/N only responds with a nod and a weak smile.

Jia called her ‘boss’. If only she felt worthy of the title. She sighs and takes their place on the floor and closes her eyes. She could really use another surprise live. Anything GOT7 always made her feel better.

She walks to the speakers and plugs her phone before clicking on shuffle and running to the center of the room.

When the music begins, it’s like the rhythm is beating for her. Y/N always had to think before she spoke, analyze every word the rest of the world said, but in this room, there is no language but the movement of her body. There is no law but the music running through her veins. As she dances to the beat, her feet and legs and knees scream at her to rest, but she doesn’t listen. Moments like these are precious to her. This is her territory. This is home.

A knock on the door puts her off balance. She groans. Everybody knows not to interrupt her when she’s dancing. Did someone forget something? There doesn’t seem to be anything left behind. She rushes to her phone and pauses the music. She grabs a towel and wipes her sweat before she reaches for the door. 

“Listen, we’re clo-” But her voice gets trapped. 

Standing before her is none other than Kim Yugyeom.

-

Y/N doesn’t know what to do. She has dealt with defending her dream to her family, lost relationships because no one believed in her, and handled three difficult-to-please girls for two years. She got through those hurdles without a scratch, but as she stands before Yugyeom, her throat is dry and her knees buckle. 

Her fantasies could never live up to this. Not enough fan fiction prepared her for this moment, and frankly, she’s not sure if there is anything in the world to do that. This is her idol, her hero, the entire reason she has her studio today—the very studio he’s in. Well, sort of in. He’s only at the door frame, and this must be the moment she steps aside to let him in, but her body remains still. 

“Hello,” he says, his voice low. “I don’t really want to be seen right now. Can I come in?”

Like a hypnotist’s snap, she blinks and regains control of her senses. She quickly nods and steps aside, still unable to find her words. 

Yugyeom seems to be doing just fine. He walks around the room like a tourist in a museum and gapes at every little thing she’s sure the JYP building has and more. After admiring the speakers, he turns around and faces her. 

“Do you mind if I…” He unzips a few inches of his hoodie and meets her eyes, a quiet permission to take it off. 

She nods and almost chokes when her eyes land on his arms. He’s wearing a muscle tee today. Her heart beats louder than the speakers on maximum volume. He places the hoodie on a bench against the wall, and even that is enough to make her breathing go rigid. Everything he does is so godlike, she doesn’t know if she’s worthy of this front-row seat.

“So… how did you find my studio?”

“The address is on your Instagram.” 

Of course. Heat rises in her cheeks. Given she’s already humiliated herself, maybe she should create a list of them to slap herself in the face with when this is all over. 

“Right,” She rubs the back of her neck. “What are you doing here then? Do you need a place to practice or something?” 

He shakes his head and walks to her. “I wanted to see you.” 

Y/N is sure he can hear her heartbeat. “You… you wanted to see me?” 

He nods. “I really like talking to you, and I thought since we barely got the chance to know each other through the fan signs, maybe we could step outside of those and become real friends. You seem like a really interesting person, and I want to get to know you more.”

What’s with the sudden confession? Her entire face must be red right now. With his eyebrows raised and a small smile forming, he’s definitely having fun with her reaction. She takes a step back in hopes of the distance giving her space to breathe. 

But why would he want to be friends with her? She’s just a low-rate dancer with a small studio. What could he find interesting about her? She scans his face, and he lowers his eyebrows, but his smile never fades. He’s not kidding.

“All right,” she says and takes a step forward. “But we have to keep this a secret. If my friends find out, I’ll never see the end of their complaints.” 

She hates to admit it, but she almost regrets saying that. Being friends with Kim Yugyeom could be the turning point in their relationship. She can almost imagine it. They would pay more attention, listen to everything she has to say without disregarding it, and they might even like her. They’d listen to her stories about Yugyeom behind the scenes and whine. They’d be jealous of her. How enthralling is that? To have someone be jealous of her for once…

Did she really think all that in a few seconds? She sighs and lowers her head. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she mutters and meets his eyes again. “It’s best if no one finds out. I don’t want to risk having my entire life change.” 

“I get it.” He looks at the speakers on his left before turning back to her. “You were dancing to Teenager.” 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I was. I should be home by now, but I was feeling a bit stressed and needed to get it off my chest.”

He walks to the speakers and picks up her phone. “This might be a weird question, but can I see you dance?” When she doesn’t reply, he adds, “I want to see the Y/N I heard so much about. By ‘heard’, I mean ‘read’.” 

She walks toward him. “Weren’t you just on my Instagram? You could see me dance there.”

He laughs. “Yeah, but you mostly post your students’ performances. And on Youtube, too. You don’t give yourself enough screen time. I wanna see you.” 

The light just above him shines on his skin, and the shadows sharpen his features. His black muscle tee and jeans give off the illusion that his skin is paler, he almost looks like a vampire. A sexy dancing vampire. There is something about him that’s so captivating. 

Y/N was never good with words. Dancing was always easier. She’s sure he can agree, and that’s when it hits her. Maybe he does have a reason to want to be her friend. He found someone he could relate to. 

“Sit down. I’ll show you something no one’s seen yet.” His smile rises to the ends of his cheeks. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“I’m very lucky.” 

“Now this isn’t finished yet. It’s supposed to be for two people, and I haven’t choreographed the entire song or the boy’s part. What you’re about to see is completely raw and unfixed. It might not be pretty.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.”

I am Yours by Andy Grammer fills the room, and her body moves in an instant. She thought she’d be nervous dancing in front of her idol, but it’s the very reason the confidence surges through her. She follows every beat with her feet, with her arms, with her whole being until she sinks into the melody.

You know I need you Like you’re oxygen Be my atmosphere Let me breathe you in So I can try to tell you I love you

She twirls under an imaginary hand, which her mind immediately portrays as Yugyeom’s. Her heart soars at the image, and it pushes her further. Her body is tired, but she can’t find the energy to stop. 

Still can’t believe it when you say you’re mine and I am yours, I am yours

With one final spin, she halts and meets his eyes. 

I am yours. 

She doesn’t know what he’s thinking. There is no expression on his face. His gaze is completely fixed on hers, and it almost glows under the lights. His breathing is quick like he was the one dancing. 

“What-” She tries to catch her breath, but she can’t tell if her struggle is from the dance. “What do you think?”

He swallows and licks his lips. “I’m thinking…” Y/N grips the hem of her shirt. “I want to be your partner.”

Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. “What?” 

He gets up and walks straight to her like time is running out. “I wanna dance to this with you. You haven’t finished the choreography, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“And you said you needed a partner. A boy. Well, I’m available, and I want the part.”

“But Yug-”

He takes her hands, and her body freezes. “Dance with me.” 

She shivers under his touch, but she makes her decision. With her heart and mind racing at once, she nods and says, “Okay.”

-

Part Three

[lucidrims]

            sunhee  couldn't  tell  if  it  was  because  she'd  been  dreaming  of  this  moment  for  so  long  or  because  her  pent-up  emotions  were  finally  spilling  over,  but  she  could  confidently  say  this  was  the  best  first  kiss  she'd  ever  had.  eyes  fluttering  shut  as  she  melted  into  the  contact,  the  soft  brush  of  his  lips  against  hers  sent  a  thrill  through  her,  a  quiet  whine  escaping  before  she  could  stop  it.  as  cliché  as  it  was,  everything  around  them  faded  into  white  noise,  leaving  just  the  two  of  them  in  their  own  little  world.  even  as  she  returned  each  kiss  with  growing  eagerness,  she  couldn't  stop  the  smile  tugging  at  her  lips.  she  too,  knew  that  she  had  to  practice  restraint  -  especially  knowing  that  there  were  still  loose  ends  she  has  to  tie.  "  we  can  .  .  definitely  do  that  again  .  .  hopefully,  soon  ?  or  like,  right  now  ?  "  she  murmurs  between  kisses,  her  tone  laced  with  playful  urgency,  "  i've  .  .  always  wanted  to  do  that  with  you.  "  every  kiss  seemed  to  loosen  her  guarded  heart,  words  tumbling  out  more  freely.  taking  a  hold  of  his  hand,  she  gives  it  a  light  squeeze,  face  still  inches  away  from  him,  "  i  need  to  tell  you  something  .  .  "  she  continues,  knowing  that  it  was  obvious,  but  sunhee  thought  that  yongguk  deserved  to  know  how  she  really  felt.

       close  proximity  only  amplified  the  effect  of  the  two  being  the  only  ones  in  the  room,  gazes  latching  onto  one  another  and  it  was  clear,  it  was  a  mutual  feeling  there  had  been  blooming  between  them  since  a  long  time  again.   "  good.  i  could  never  hate  you  either.  "   it  was  simply  impossible,  as  sunhee  had  become  the  primary  person  who  he  cared  so  deeply  for.  only  thing  he  hated,  was  himself  being  too  slow  in  asking  for  this  very  moment,  to  allow  them  both  to  fall  into  the  feelings  they've  been  hiding  for  too  long.  lips  ghost  over  opposite  ones,  electricity  beginning  to  spark  with  ease  as  fingers  glide  along  femme's  cheek,  pushing  further  to  curl  into  hairs  at  back  of  her  nape;  fingertips  poking  into  nape  to  urge  her  closer  and  he  finally  allows  lips  to  push  against  opposite  ones.  there's  a  sigh  emitting  into  the  kiss,  a  relief  to  finally  get  a  feel,  a  taste,  of  a  forbidden  fruit  he's  been  craving  for  way  too  long.  mouth  deepened  the  kiss  for  a  while,  having  their  lips  dance  in  unison  for  a  while  until  oxygen  is  poking  its  need.  retreating,  he's  resting  forehead  against  femme's,  gazing  into  her  eyes  with  a  clear  longing  and  need  still  evident.   "  could  we  do  that  again  some  time  ?  "   speaking  as  if  they'd  been  a  pair  on  a  first  date  together,  slight  smile  decorating  his  features  as  he's  pressing  another  soft  kiss  to  her  lips;  a  few  pecks  in  a  row.

[lucidrims]

            sunhee  would  be  lying  if  she  said  she'd  never  dreamed  of  this  moment  happening  between  them  at  least  once.  truthfully,  it  didn’t  take  long  for  her  feelings  for  him  to  grow  -  it  started  early  in  their  friendship.  she'd  considered  confessing  countless  times,  but  their  friendship  meant  too  much  to  risk,  and  a  part  of  her  always  believed  yongguk  was  out  of  her  league.  her  hesitation  kept  her  from  fully  expressing  her  feelings,  but  now,  with  this  moment  unfolding  before  her,  she  silently  promised  herself  to  be  braver.  complications  might  lie  ahead,  especially  since  she  was  still  seeing  someone,  but  if  anyone  asked,  she’d  drop  everything  in  a  heartbeat  for  the  man  sitting  before  her.  "  i  wouldn't  hate  you.  i  could  never.  "  her  answer  was  plain  and  simple,  her  mind  drowning  out  the  noise  and  craziness  around  them.  to  her  then,  it  was  just  the  two  of  them  in  the  room.  placing  her  hand  on  his  cheek,  her  thumb  rubbing  over  his  flesh  there  -  something  she's  always  wanted  to  do.  "  i  want  you  to  kiss  me.  "  sunhee  explicitly  states,  so  as  not  to  cause  further  confusion  between  them.  her  next  move  causes  her  own  breath  to  hitch  in  her  throat,  closing  in  the  gap  between  them  even  more,  plush  lips  grazing  his  own,  eyes  still  locked  in  with  his  -  pulling  him  further  in.

      listening  to  sunhee  talk  about  something  she  felt  passion  about,  was  something  yongguk  found  himself  able  to  do  for  hours  on  end;  the  way  her  eyes  would  sparkle  and  the  enthusiastic  lacing  her  voice,  it  was  impossible  to  not  get  drawn  into  her  speeches.   "  i  can  imagine  that  moment  feeling  so  surreal,  especially  if  you've  played  in  many  places  already;  getting  an  offer  like  that  remains  a  memory  for  life  time.  "   at  times  yongguk  envied  what  her  and  her  bandmates  had,  the  community  that  they  created  together;  meeting  up  and  creating  endless  memories  to  remember  when  old  age  would  hit.  it  seemed  like  such  a  magical  thing  to  have,  with  people  who  you  enjoyed  spending  time  with.

       aware  close  proximity  risked  the  waver  of  his  heart  but,  what  he  hadn't  expected  was  sunhee  to  face  him,  directly.  lips  inches  apart  and  he's  able  to  stare  directly  into  beautiful,  mesmorizing  eyes,  gazing  right  back  at  him.  it's  as  if  eyes  acts  mutually,  as  his  own  follows  suit  in  taking  a  glance  to  cherry  lips;  feeling  himself  swallow  extra  thickly  at  that  moment.  breath  slightly  staggers  as  foreheads  connects.  a  timid  hand  rising  between  them  allowing  slender  digits  to  trace  along  the  apple  of  her  cheek,  pushing  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  as  the  pad  of  thumb  remains  at  her  cheek.   "  anytime,  sunhee.  i'd  rather  spend  time  with  you,  than  be  anywhere  else.  "   it's  as  if  the  loud,  cheering  crowd  is  blurred  out,  muttered  sounds  in  his  ears  as  the  only  thing  in  focus,  is  the  two  of  them  in  this  given  moment.  eyes  meet  hers  a  single  time,  almost  as  if  he's  searching  for  an  answer  to  a  question  he's  still  yet  to  ask.   "  sunny  ?  "   nickname,  voice  soft.   "  would  you  hate  me,  if  i  kissed  you  ?  "   despite  knowing  she's  seeing  someone,  he  forgets  and  only  basks  in  the  dimmed  light  and  their  closeness.

[lucidrims]

            "  we  did  !  i  remember  by  the  end  of  the  night  our  current  manager  approached  me,  and  i  was  so  drunk  by  then  that  i  was  like  -  is  this  for  real  ?  "  sharing  with  him  the  anecdote  from  the  night  that  truly  changed  her  and  her  bandmates'  lives  for  the  better.  she  was  thankful  -  really  appreciative  of  how  life  played  out  for  her.  not  only  with  her  career,  but  also  because  of  the  people  she's  met  along  the  way.  if  one  were  to  ask  though,  yongguk  would  be  on  top  of  that  list.  smiling  away,  her  eyes  focused  on  the  stage,  getting  distracted  momentarily  as  the  band's  set  started.  music  has  always  been  the  one  thing  that  got  her  through  her  toughest  days,  so  her  interest  would  always  be  there  -  whether  it  was  her  singing  or  someone  else.  despite  this,  she  did  feel  the  weight  of  yongguk's  stare,  which  caused  her  to  freeze  up  in  place.  it  didn't  help  too,  the  way  he  whispered  in  her  ear,  knowing  then  that  he  was  even  closer  to  her  now.  there  was  an  inner  dilemma  in  her  mind,  thoughts  racing,  having  an  idea  of  what  was  waiting  for  her  if  she  turned  her  head  to  face  him.  though  something  in  her  prompts  her  to  do  so,  throwing  caution  into  the  wind.  meeting  his  eyes,  with  his  face  oh  so  dangerously  close  to  hers,  "  i-  i  think  they  will  be  too.  "  she  responds,  brown  hues  scanning  his  face  -  from  his  eyes,  down  to  his  lips,  then  back  up  again.  the  crowd  by  then  started  getting  rowdy,  and  despite  the  chaos  happening  around  them,  sunhee  felt  a  sense  of  calmness  staring  at  yongguk  like  this.  unspoken  words  swirling  in  the  air  between  them,  the  next  thing  that  happened  caught  her  off  guard  too.  resting  her  forehead  against  his,  smile  still  in  place,  she  spoke  up  again  in  a  whisper,  "  thank  you  for  coming  with  me  tonight.  "

       "  yeah,  i  definitely  think  we've  even  been  to  this  exact  bar  before,  if  i  remember  correctly.  "   as  they  walked  in,  there  was  always  a  few  sketchy  looking  people  hanging  around  in  these  places,  so  yongguk  ensured  that  his  eye  was  always  on  sunhee;  not  wanting  her  to  feel  uncomfortable  when  they  were  out  here  together.  or  perhaps,  that  was  just  until  she  got  enough  to  drink.  sunhee  was  the  throwing  punches  type  so,  perhaps  she  might  end  up  protecting  him  at  some  point.   "  did  you  also  get  scouted  from  a  bar  like  this  ?  "   yongguk  know  the  time  he  was  hired  as  security  at  one  of  their  gigs  but,  it  was  after  they've  already  hit  the  celebrity  status  around  here;  which  was  probably  also  why  so  many  was  taking  glances  in  their  directions.  sunhee  was,  at  the  end  of  the  end,  a  celebrity.   "  me  too,  it's  almost  surreal  to  be  here  again,  together  ...  it  was  a  good  idea  you  got  there,  sunhee  ~  "   as  the  lights  was  slightly  dimmed  and  brighter  ones  shined  towards  the  stage,  sunhee  didn't  have  to  let  him  know  but  he  smiled  nonetheless  at  her  pointing;  his  gaze  landing  on  her,  staying  longer  than  needed  just  because  he  felt  so  much  endearment  toward  her.  naturally  at  her  leaning,  his  arm  wriggled  free  to  wrap  around  her  shoulders,  hugging  her  closer  to  his  side.  attention  being  half  on  the  band  introducing  themselves,  to  the  petite  woman  sitting  close  to  him.  pondering,  if  he  should  just  try  and  be  selfish  for  once,  to  see  if  it  was  truly  only  him  who  felt  the  spark  between  them,  whenever  they'd  be  this  close  against  one  another.   "  i  have  a  feeling  they'll  be  good.  "   head  turned,  lips  leveling  with  her  ear  and  although  he  spoke  normally,  it  came  out  as  a  whisper  amongst  all  the  other  noises  rummaging  the  room.