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tanghuyuj · 6 months ago

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amusement park date w/ tws! requested

pairing: ot6!tws x gn!reader

genre: all fluff n established relationship !!

warnings: toy gun, use of shinyu’s real name, kissing, fireworks, food, and roller coasters!

wc: 2.8k in total (ohmygosh), specific wc on each member

maia’s note: this was so fun to make i love tws and i love amusement parks. this came out wayy longer than i anticipated so sorry abt that lol!! the only ones that aren’t proofread are dohoon and youngjae’s bc i started getting a bit lazy. i hope u all like this as much as i do ^^ enjoy reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback’s always appreciated! 🧡 / @kstrucknet

SHINYU ~470 wc

i feel like shinyu wouldn’t mind going on roller coasters but also wouldn’t be dying to go on them. he would instead want to just enjoy the day with you and hear me out.. he would definitely love the shooter rides, like the interactive ones!! i could see him getting so competitive and trying to get the highest score he possibly could!! he’s such a cutie and would try to act nonchalant but he’s really just a little geek who loves spending time with u ><

your hands gripped the fake shooter gun as you rapidly shot at the animated targets in front of you. your boyfriend, shin junghwan, had his eyes locked on the screen in front of you two—his silly competitiveness obviously getting to him.

the compact car you sat in took a sharp right turn as it faced another screen with an influx of targets shown on it.

you laughed at this, finding the kiddy enjoyment quite thrilling. junghwan on the other hand, was still fully locked in.

you looked at him with a judgmental stare, coming up with an idea that would fully throw him off.

rest under the cut!

you stretched your arms out so that they would block his sight while pretending to shoot the targets directly in front of him.

“ahhh!! yn!!” he wailed.

you just continued laughing, keeping your arms in place.

he swiveled his head left and right in avail but each time you would mirror your shooter gun in the same direction.

to avoid this, he decided to gently push you down into the corner of the moving car, but ended up underestimating how much strength he actually had in him.

you fell into the wall of the car—not a hard fall luckily—with your face only inches away from junghwans.

he wore a frazzled look on his face, dark brown eyes trailing to your now flushed cheeks and down to your parted lips.

there was no pause of hesitation, no sense of contemplation, as junghwan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours.

it only lasted a short while though, with the car abruptly taking a fast turn to the left and pulling the two of you apart.

you sat there, now lowering your shooter gun and looking at junghwan shocked. you couldn’t hold in your laughter, however, as you started giggling, admiring your boyfriend’s also surprised face and missing the touch of his soft lips on yours.

he grinned with you before cupping your face and leaning in for another. but you realize this is a fake out soon after, junghwan quickly turning his head towards the screen again, a teasing smirk now present on his face.

you scoffed at this playful action of his, focusing back onto the game as well; determined to achieve more points and get payback on your all too competitive boyfriend.

DOHOON ~570 wc

i’m a bit puzzled on how dohoon would be on amusement parks for some reason like my brain is just not working in favor for him rn but here’s what i’m thinking.. dohoon would be the kind of boyfriend who would want to get matching headbands or hats or just smth like that!! and take photos together in it. as for roller coasters i think he wouldn’t really mind them and might even have some he really wants to go on. i think he would mostly go with the flow though tbh. he’d take part in planning your day out if u want but would prefer just playing it by ear in a way? honestly i’m not fully sure lmk ur thoughts.

the two of you entered the park, excited to get your day started. the classic amusement park scent hit you, sweet tooth-rotting cotton candy, buttery overly salty popcorn, and the fresh hot churros all filling your sense of smell.

the first and most important stop—according to dohoon—was the shop at the very front of the park. the one with all of the different hats, headbands, keychains, anything you could basically ask for!

he dragged you towards the store, a big grin on his face.

you entered the shop, passing the candies and bubble wands, and arrived straight at the hats aisle.

and that’s when you found them. the perfect pair of matching beanies.

beanies? yes, beanies.

you knew your boyfriend was more of a beanie person than the baseball cap type. meaning when you saw two striped beanies with a combination of your respective favorite colors, you knew it was meant to be.

he bought them with no hesitation, pulling it over your head with a cheeky smile on his face.

“perfect,” dohoon chuckles.

you two make sure to take a gazillion photos in them—it was only right! (dohoon especially remembers to mark every single moment of the day.)

and at the end of the day, you and him settle in a booth at one of the retro style cafes in the downtown looking part of the park. your adrenaline highs both coming down at this point.

he sits across from you, on the opposite side of the table. he stretches his arms out, opening his palms to take your hands in his.

you accept, entangling your hands in his and resting your elbows on the table.

“i love doing these things with you, you know that?” he says, squeezing your hands slightly.

you raise an eyebrow. “doing what things?”

he laughs, looking out the window of the cafe. “having fun dates like this, silly.” he tilts his head as if he’s thinking deep thoughts. “actually, i take that back.”

you frown, “what?”

he turns back to stare at you, grinning now. “i like doing anything with you. it doesn’t have to be something big and exciting, like this.”

you roll your eyes at his sudden change up. “okay lover boy,” you tease. his words linger your mind. you hum, “you’re right. but, that doesn’t mean these bigger dates aren’t nice as well.”

he nods in agreement. “i just think that anything would be fun, as long as we’re together.”

your face flushes, “that’s true hoon.”

the night ends calmly as you and dohoon watch the fireworks show and leave the park hand in hand, matching beanies keeping your heads warm in the breezy winds.

YOUNGJAE ~590 wc

omg i think youngjae would be so romantic at an amusement park but also be very fun!! like during the daytime he’s all excited and what not but at night he gets a lot calmer and ends up just wanting to chill out for the rest of the day. i also think he would be a roller coaster person because of those pictures he posted on weverse of him on a couple roller coasters so i think he definitely enjoys them!! on top of all of this i literally can’t get the idea out of my head of watching fireworks with him in his arms after a long day of roller coasters :(( like that makes me all 🤭

you and youngjae found a bench lining the sidewalk and sat on it, waiting for the firework show to begin.

you held a sugary churro in your hand that the two of you planned to share, ending the night off with a perfect sweet treat.

both you and youngjae’s legs were killing you guys at this point—the thousands of steps taken surely not for the weak—so when you sat on the bench, a wave of relief and calmness flowed through you. you could tell youngjae felt the same, pulling you close to by the waist and tilting his head down slightly to meet yours.

he observed your face as you took a bite out of the long churro. he did this a lot—observing you, that is. he loved watching you through all little actions or movements of yours, actually, you didn’t have to be doing anything at all and youngjae still loved watching you. it brought a sense of endearment to him, a feeling of warmth.

you met his gaze, motioning the churro towards him to take a bite.

he took a good bite out of it, some of the sugar lingering on his bottom lip. you swiped your thumb against it to wipe it off, youngjae quick to react to the touch as he lowered his head to you.

a voice rings through the speakers surrounding the park.

“the firework show will now began.”

you and youngjae turn to look at the starless sky, hearts beating in anticipation.

then, it starts.

three fireworks shoot up into the night, lighting up with a loud bang. bright colors of red, orange, and yellow radiate the dark blue sky. you turn your head to youngjae. and, quite literally, you’re speechless.

he is beautiful.

the fireworks reflect in his dark eyes, his hair appearing as soft as can be, bangs scattered around his forehead and partly covering his eyes.

you don’t know how long you stare at him like that, but it sure is for awhile.

youngjae’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, the ends of his eyes crinkle a bit.

“hm?” he hums curiously, pulling you even closer to him.

you smile. “nothing,” you say almost breathlessly, “i think you’re just really pretty.”

he giggles, and you can feel his chest move up and down as he does.

he looks at you for a moment, pondering on what to say almost. he whispers, “thank you for today. i wouldn’t wanted to spend this day with anyone else.”

you feel as if the loud fireworks are resonating through you, but that could also just be your heartbeat increasing rapidly.

“i wouldn’t want to either” you don’t have to think long before saying your next words. “i love you jae.”

he presses a tired kiss on your forehead. “i love you too yn.”

HANJIN ~390 wc

hanjin would be soo fun to be at an amusement park with!!! i could totally see him wanting to get matching headbands and taking one million photos with them lololol. also since he’s such a photography lover i could see him getting really excited after finding a photobooth and quickly rushing you to it happily!! he’d adore the photobooth strip so much too, like he would definitely have it in his phone case or hang it up on his wall. to add, he’s also such a cutie i just know roller coasters would be fun with him. i think he would love the exhilaration of it all but also be a teensy bit scared. i love this sweet boy lawdd

after a long and tiring day at the park, you and hanjin headed towards the exit; warm hands intertwined cozily.

it was a pleasant and peaceful moment as the two of you stayed close together in the crowd of people—who were also trying to leave the park—until you heard hanjin exclaim in.. shock? excitement?

he quickly dashed out of the swarm of people, pulling you along with him. (not forgetting to say sweet ‘excuse me’s’ to the people you passed through, of course.)

you were dragged along in a daze of confusion until you realized why he’d done it. there was a bright, glowing photobooth that stood out in the gloomy and dark night.

the two of you stopped in front of it and hanjin turns to you with a wide smile on his face, eyes reflecting the shine of the booth.

“can we take some photos?? please yn?” he stresses his plead.

“why would i say no?” you giggle while ruffling the front of his bangs. “let’s go hannie!”

his hand still in yours, he pulls you into the compact photobooth and discusses the poses he wants to do (this was a very serious matter to him), paying and doing the set up on the screen at the same time.

you just nod at his words and observed the way he looked in the moment. he was happy, so very happy.

the two of you took the photos and rushed to exit the booth afterwards in pure excitement to see how they came out. and with no surprise, they came out perfectly.

he giggled at the sight of the photo strip. “i love it,” he turned to you, looking happier than ever. he continued, “and i love you even more.”

JIHOON ~450 wc

oh boy, oh boy, this silly guy would be so fun to be at an amusement park with. i personally think he would be a roller coaster person but idk for sure. but!! i see it as him being one to drag you from ride to ride because he has so much he wants to do and he’s so excited to go on them with you especially. he would make not even a second of this day dull!! like his energy would be thru the roof all day long and then maybe, just maybe, in line on the last ride you two have decided to go on, he might rest his head on your shoulder and start to get tired. just maybe though. (also i think he would be the one to wear the bag all day. lowk all the members would do that tho.)

jihoon collected your shared bag full with your things after getting off of the ride and the two of you quickly rush out.

he takes your hand in his. “that one next, right?” he gestures to the roller coaster across from you.

“sure, let’s go!” you beam, and the two of you begin walking towards it, a sense of pep evident in your step.

—— later !

jihoon and you have been on rides back to back, screaming your hearts out in joy and posing for the pictures (the poses so far have been peace signs, kissy faces, and deadpans; a few extra miscellaneous ones added into the mix as well).

the sun has fully set, leaving a beautiful dark blue painting the sky and a chilly breeze covering the park.

you and jihoon approached your final, last ride of the night—basically gone through all of the possible attractions you guys could. you walked through the railings and caught up with the line.

all day jihoon had shown no sign of exhaustion, until now, that was.

he hooked his arm into yours and laid his head on your shoulder. you admired his features, your tender gaze hovering over him.

“you tired?”

he’s quick to shake his head.

“no, just need to recharge.” he hums, “you’re like, my charging station, you know? i’m the phone and you’re like… a charger. a charger specially for me—only me.”

you snort at his metaphor. “somehow.. i understand what you’re saying.”

he looks up at you, smiling warmly.

“of course you do, my charging station.”

you meet his eyes, mirroring the same smile as him. “pfft okay then, my iphone.”

the two of you end off the day, holding hands on that last roller coaster and getting ice cream before leaving the park. on the way home, you and jihoon reminisce your exhausting, but fully worth it day.

KYUNGMIN ~430 wc

stop kyungmin would also be so fun to be at an amusement park with. these type of interactive dates would be so fun with him!! okay so i think kyungmin would say he isn’t scared of the roller coasters and on the way there he’d be like “nahh i’ll be fine those are lightwork.” but when you two actually get there and are about to go on the ride he’s actually scared. like very scared. but it’s okay cause you’re there so he’s not terrified at all! (truly though, it’s his pride that won’t let him back down.) ughhh i love kyungmin

you and kyungmin enter the park full of enthusiasm and energy. without thinking much about it, you bolt together to one of the closest rides, trying to make use of the current short wait times.

there’s basically no line as you enter the loading area and are directed to a row of the coaster. oh wow! it also just so happens that the two of you are directed to the very front row. what a fun coincidence?

you were beaming with happiness at this point—the anticipation killing you—but to your scaredy cat boyfriend, something else was killing him.

a sense of fear.

kyungmin took your arm into his hold. “yn um.. is this ride one of the more.. tame ones?”

you stared at him a bit confused. “no kyung, it isn’t really.. why?” you had assumed this whole time that he was a huge roller coaster person just as you were since he’d been reciprocating your excitement all this time. now that you think about it.. he never said he loved them.

he chuckles, but it comes out in a quite nervous tone. “nothing! it’s just..” his eyes wander around, as if searching for a reason. “i was just wondering since i wanted to, um, go on one of the more extreme ones first!”

he cursed himself internally for letting his pride get to him and not being able to confess the truth.

you gave him a doubtful look and opened your mouth to respond—but got interrupted as the gate to the coaster opened. you gave kyungmin a reassuring smile and guided him through the gate and into the seats. his palms a bit sweaty.

the ride goes by in a flash and you hold kyungmin’s hand the entire time (aka his hand was strongly gripping yours the whole time).

after, the two of you exit the roller coaster.

“so.. what’d you think?” you asked him.

he was in a daze, almost. he starts, “that..”

you hold your breath.

he beams, a lopsided smile plastered on his face, “that was amazing!”

please do not repost, copy, or translate. / div cr aquazero

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pandacherryblossoms · 4 months ago

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~🤤After The Race With 8TURN🤤~

Street Racer 8TURN x Fem reader

Smut

18+MDNI

Content warnings:

Jaeyun

The rumble of engines still vibrates in your chest as Jaeyun’s car tears past the finish line, tires smoking and lights blurring around him. You and your friends watch from the sidelines—heart hammering—when he kills the engine mere feet away, steps out like he owns the night. Leather jacket hanging off his shoulders, hair mussed from the wind, he fixes you with a smug grin that makes your pulse spike despite your best efforts to look unimpressed.

He saunters over, every stride oozing confidence. “Thought you were too good to be seen at a street race?” he drawls, voice low and teasing. You cross your arms, chin lifted in false bravado. “I never said that,” you snap, but his laugh is rough, hungry. “Is that so?” he challenges, eyes flashing with dare.

His hand clamps around your ass—iron‑strong—and he yanks you behind the lot where no one else can see. The cold night air does nothing to cool the heat between you. He shoves you against a chain‑link fence, body pressing hard into yours. “You think you can act entitled towards me?” “Don’t forget, I know you.” he wipers in your ear with a growl, mouth crashing down on yours. His tongue ravages your lips while his free hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back.

One heavy hand slides under your shirt, nails dragging across your ribs before cupping your breast with bruising force. He pinches your nipple, watching it harden beneath his touch. “You’ve been dripping for me since I crossed that line,” he hisses, teeth grazing your collarbone. His other hand snakes down your jeans, two fingers diving between your folds. He finds you soaked—slick and ready—then circles your clit with rough, deliberate strokes until you’re trembling.

Without warning, he scoops your panties off in one swift yank and steps back to take a look at your dripping cunt. He strips off his own pants, cock stands thick and throbbing in the cold air. He grabs your hips and gives your pussy a harsh smack that has you screaming out in pleasure and pain. He lines himself up, and slams into you from behind. Fast, brutal, no hesitation—each thrust drives you harder into the fence, skin slapping against metal and flesh. You choke out a cry, gripping the gate as he groans your name.

He keeps pounding you, deeper, harder, until your vision swims. “That’s it,” he pants, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your waist tight. “Take it all, you filthy little slut.” Your orgasm rips through you like lightning—body shuddering, cunt clenching—right as he shudders above you, pulsing his cum deep inside. His growl vibrates through you as he rides out both of your highs.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t give you a moment to recover—just presses you back against the fence, breath mingling in harsh pants. “Never try to play hard to get with me baby, I already have you.” he murmurs, voice dark and promising. Then he steps away, slick and steaming, tossing you a crooked grin. “Make sure you see me tomorrow.”

Myungho

The roar of Myungho’s engine still thrums in your ears as he blows past the finish line, tires smoking and headlights flashing like warning beacons. You and your friends press against the guardrail, adrenaline surging, when he kills the engine and steps out—lean, dangerous, and utterly scorching in his leather jacket. His gaze sweeps the crowd until it lands on you. Your pulse leaps as he smirks, hair mussed from the wind, eyes glinting with challenge.

He strides over, every movement measured confidence. “You looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he purrs, voice low and teasing. You roll your shoulders back, chin high. “I could say the same about you,” you fire back, tone brittle. Myungho’s grin widens, teeth flashing. “Big mouth,” he murmurs, stepping so close your breath mingles. “Let’s see how long you can talk back when I shut you up.”

He grabs you—surprisingly hard—and he hauls you behind the pit wall, into the deep shadows where the night air is cool on your skin. He shoves you against a stacked tire, body pressing so tight it takes your breath. His kisses you, biting your lip, tongue slamming in. You try to break free, but his other hand snakes under your shirt, dragging it up and exposing your heated skin to the chill concrete.

He rips your jeans open and yanks your panties down in the same motion, discarding them like trash. Two fingers plunge between your soaked folds, dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clit. You gasp, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles, dark and low. “Already dripping for me,” he growls, thumb rubbing your slick entrance. “Fuck, you’re so ready.”

Suddenly he spins you, presses you face‑first into the tire, and positions himself behind you. His cock—thick, red‑veined, absolutely throbbing—slams into you. You cry out as he rims your walls with one deep, brutal thrust, spreading your wetness deep inside. He holds your hips tight, hips snapping forward in savage rhythm, each strike making your body tremble. He reaches for your clit and rubs it harshly, making you squirt and scream out.

Your moans echo between the tires as he hammers you relentlessly, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist. “That’s it, take every inch.” Your orgasm rips through you—waves of bliss that shudder your spine—while he buries himself deeper, shuddering with his own release, spurting hot and heavy.

When he finally pulls out, you’re both slick and trembling. He presses you against the tire one last time, and grabs your face like he owns you. “You won’t get to talk back next time. He steps away, jeans half‑zipped, tossing you a crooked grin. “I’ll pick you up for class from now on. See you tomorrow baby.”

Minho

The growl of Minho’s engine still vibrates in your chest as he tears past the finish line, rubber burning and headlights cutting through the night air. You and your friends press close to the guardrail, adrenaline slamming through your veins, when he kills the engine and steps out onto the pavement. Leather-clad, hair wind-tossed, he scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you—bright, predatory, daring you to look away.

He walks over to you, “Watching me, princess?” he drawls, voice low and dangerous. You fold your arms. “Just watching a show,” you snap, tone brittle. Minho’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “Funny,” he murmurs, stepping so close his heat washes over you. “I thought you said you didn’t care.”

Before you can walk away, his fingers clamp around your waist—hard enough to sting—and he yanks you behind a line of parked cars, into the shadowed space beneath the pit lights. Your breath hitches as he shoves you against the cold metal door of his ride, hands landing on your hips with bruising force. He crashes his mouth onto yours, tongue crashing against your teeth, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat.

One hand snakes under your crop top, dragging it up and over your chest in one smooth motion. His other hand slams your skirt up around your waist, exposing your cotton panties to the chill night air. He presses his palm flat against your stomach, pinning you as his thumb circles your hardening bud through the fabric. “Already this wet,” he growls, thumb brushing over your folds until you shudder.

Then he yanks your panties to the side and lines himself up, cock slick—thick and throbbing in the dim light. With one brutal thrust he drives into you, hips slamming forward so hard you cry out. Skin meets metal as he pins you against the car, your back arching beneath him. His hand tightens on your hip, the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head to the side.

He fucks you with savage, unrelenting force—each thrust deeper, harder, echoing in the empty lot. Your moans fill the space, mingling with the slap of flesh on flesh. “Ride me, baby,” he snarls, voice ragged. “Show me how much you love this.” You dig your nails into his shoulders, matching his pace, and your orgasm rips through you in hot, shuddering waves, shaking and overstimulated, just as he groans, hips jerking in one final, explosive release.

He pulls out, still buried halfway, cum dribbling down your thigh. He brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t act cold with me,” he whispers, voice thick, “Ever again.” Then he steps back and bleed to a kiss. “See you in class tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Yoonsung

The night air still thrums with the echo of roaring engines as Yoonsung’s car burns rubber across the finish line. You and your friends lean against the concrete barrier, adrenaline and the sting of cool air on your flushed skin. He kills his engine right in front of you, headlights cutting you in half like a spotlight. Leather jacket unzipped just enough to peek at a bare chest, he steps out—hair wild, chest heaving—and locks eyes with you. That slow, predatory grin tells you he knows you’ve been watching.

He strides over with silent confidence, boots echoing against the pavement. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. You square your shoulders, lifting your chin. “I was watching the race,” you retort, tone cool. He laughs softly, dark and amused. “Keep lying,” he growls, close enough that you can feel his breath. “I saw your hand slip between your legs every time I drifted around that corner.” “What were you checking for?,” “Did I get you too hot?,” He smirks.

Before you can protest, his fingers clamp around your wrist—painfully tight—and he yanks you behind the row of idling cars. He shoves you against the cold metal side of one of the rides, chest to back, and crushes his mouth onto your neck. His tongue licking over and soothing the bite marks he’s leaving, and you moan into him, surprised by your own eagerness. One rough hand threads through your hair, tilting your head back, while the other snakes up under your shirt to grope your bare ribs.

He grabs your hips and spins you, pinning your back against the car’s hood. His hands rip your top up in one motion, freeing your breasts to the chill air. He leans down, buries his face between your breasts, and sucks a bruise into your skin before biting gently. “So good,” he pants, pressing your body flush. “So fucking good for me.” His fingers slip between your thighs, pushing your panties aside to dip into your wet heat. “God, you’re dripping,” he rasps, circling your clit with two slick fingers.

You tremble as he plays with your clit. His other hand yanks your jeans and panties off in a brutal tug, scattering denim across the asphalt. He straightens, unbuckles his belt, and his cock springs free—thick, red‑veined, already leaking. He lines himself up at your entrance and slams in without warning. The brutal impact steals your breath, metal scraping against your cheek, and you cry out.

Yoonsung wastes no time. Each thrust is savage and relentless. He grips your hips, pulling you into him, filling you completely. Your moans fill the silent lot, mingling with the slap of flesh on metal. “Look at you,” he growls in your ear, voice husky. “Such a filthy little slut for me.” You clutch at the hood, nails scraping paint, body clenching around him as he speeds you toward the edge.

Your orgasm hits like a lightning strike—hot, shuddering waves that squeeze him tight—while he snarls and pounds through his own release, spurting cum deep inside you. Feeling overstimulated, you start to squirt. He collapses against you for a moment, chest heaving, before pulling out and pressing you back against the. He smirks. “Keep acting like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “and you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he straightens, zips up, leaving you with a tender kiss.

Haemin

The hiss of burning rubber still echoes in your ears when Haemin’s car skids to a halt, rear tires smoking in the dim light. You and your friends lean over the guardrail, pulses racing, as he steps out—leather jacket unzipped to reveal that sculpted chest, hair slicked back, chest heaving. His eyes sweep the crowd until they lock on you, and that predatory smile flashes like a promise you can’t—and don’t want to—ignore.

He strides over, boots clicking against the asphalt, every movement dripping with confidence. “Thought you didn’t give a damn about racers,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. You lift your chin, crossing your arms. “You’re just a guy with a fast car,” you snap, trying to sound unimpressed. Haemin’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Is that so? Prove it—walk away.”

Before you can blink as you try to take one step, his hand clamps around your wrist—iron-strong—and he yanks you behind the stacked concrete barriers where the pit lights don’t reach. The night air turns cold against your skin, but Haemin’s mouth is scorching as he crashes into yours, teeth grazing your lower lip, tongue raking over yours with fierce hunger. One hand threads through your hair, jerking your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other plunges beneath your crop top to press bruising fingers against your bare ribs.

He spins you around, pressing your back flat against the cold concrete. With one brutal tug, he rips your shorts down and yanks your panties aside, exposing you completely. His eyes darken at the sight of your flushed, heaving body as he takes one look at your wet and sticky pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, fingertips pinching your nipples until they pucker and harden. You gasp, arching into his touch as he circles your clit with a heavy thumb, drawing out a needy moan.

Two fingers slip inside you, slow and deliberate, curling to brush that perfect spot. He pumps them in and out with mounting urgency, thumb grinding your clit in vicious circles. “God, you’re dripping all over my hand,” he rasps, pressing you into each stroke. Your hips buck, chasing the friction, and he rewards you by sinking a third finger in, stretching you open with ruthless precision.

Abruptly, he drops to his knees and shoves his face between your thighs, mouth devouring your wetness. His tongue slides thick and rough across your folds, teeth grazing your clit, and you cry out, body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. He sucks you down harder while still pumping his fingers in and out of you, savoring every slick, slurping sound, before pulling back with a dark chuckle. “Taste so good, baby,” he murmurs, standing and positioning himself at your entrance.

With a savage thrust, he buries himself deep, hips slamming into you without mercy. You choke out a cry as his pace builds—fast, hard, relentless—each stroke jarring your body against the concrete. He fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you back so he can whisper against your ear. He repositions himself to the hood of his car and places you on top of him. “Ride me, slut. Show me how much you want this cock.” Your walls clamp around him, moans echoing off the barriers as you start to ride him. You shatter into your climax, and he follows, growling your name while he spills his cum deep inside. When he finally pulls out, he grants your chin forcing you to look at him. He gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek then your lips, breath hot against your skin. “Next time you try to act like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he kisses you once more, gets dressed, and steps back into the shadows, leaving you trembling and awaiting the next time he claims you.

Kyungmin

The roar of Kyungmin’s engine still thrums through your bones as he rockets past the finish line, taillights glowing like embers against the dark pavement. You and your friends lean over the barrier, pulse hammering, when he kills his engine inches from where you stand. He steps out—jacket slung low on his hips, hair plastered to his forehead—and sweeps the crowd with a predator’s gaze until he finds you. Your breath hitches under that hungry stare.

He strides over, boots crunching gravel, grin cocky as hell. “Didn’t think you’d stick around,” he drawls, voice rough and teasing. You square your shoulders, chin high. “I was bored of watching losers,” you snap, trying to hide how his nearness makes your pulse spike. Kyungmin’s grin widens, eyes flicking to your mouth. “We’ll see how long that attitude lasts.”

Before you can retort, his hand clamps around your wrist like steel, yanking you behind a line of parked rides where his car was parked and the lights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is fire as he slams you into the metal side of his car. His lips crush yours—teeth grazing, tongue ramming deep—while one hand knots in your hair and the other snakes up beneath your shirt, dragging it over your head in one brutal yank.

He spins you around, pressing you face‑first against the hood, and rips your skirt up around your waist, ripping your panties in half as he does it. The sight of your naked lower half under the orange glow sets something wild in his eyes. “So fucking vulnerable,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your slick folds. Two fingers press into you, hard and merciless, curling to stroke that spot that makes you see stars.

Your body jerks at the intrusion, breath catching as he slams a third finger in, keeping you stretched and trembling. He leans down and bites gently at your shoulder blade, eyes never leaving your trembling backside. “You like that?” he rasps. “Like being used right here on my car?” You whimper, aching for more, and he chuckles, dragging his fingers free just enough to watch you drip.

Without warning, Kyungmin pulls back, undoes his belt, and his cock—thick and leaking—slashes against your back. He positions himself, then drives in from behind with one savage thrust that makes you choke out a gasp. Skin slaps against metal in percussive beats as he hammers into you, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. One hand grips your hip bone, the other pins your shoulder, holding you exact while he fucks you raw.

Your climax crashes over you, hot and merciless, walls clenching down on him as he growls your name. He follows in seconds, spurting deep inside you, chest heaving. When he finally pulls out, he presses you down onto the hood by the neck. “Next time you think you’re too cool to watch,” he breathes, voice low and dangerous, “you’ll be begging me before the checkered flag drops.” Then he steps back, zips up, kisses your lips, and melts into the night—leaving you trembling, sated, and already craving the next race.

Yungyu

The roar of Yungyu’s engine still thrums in your chest when he rockets past the finish line, neon brake lights glowing like embers in the dark. You and your friends lean over the barrier, adrenaline pulsing through your veins, as he kills the engine mere feet away. He steps out—leather jacket half‑unzipped, sweat gleaming on his collarbones, hair falling into his eyes—and scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you. That slow, predatory smile tells you he’s claiming you already.

He saunters over, boots echoing on the asphalt, every movement radiating dangerous confidence. “You can’t hide those eyes,” he murmurs, voice low and magnetic. You lift your chin, arms crossed. “I wasn’t staring,” you snap, though your throat tightens. Yungyu chuckles, stepping so close you feel his heartbeat. “Don’t lie to me. I felt you watching every drift.”

Before you can pull back, his fingers clamp around your wrist—iron‑strong—and he drags you behind the row of parked cars where the floodlights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is hot as he crushes his lips to yours. His tongue rips into your mouth, teeth grazing yours, and you gasp, caught off‑guard by the raw intensity. One hand tangles in your hair, tipping your head back, while the other unhooks your bra beneath your shirt, exposing your chest to the cool breeze.

He flips you around and shoves you against the cold metal side of his car, crushing his mouth to your neck. His teeth scrape over your pulse point as his hands go to work—one ripping your shirt up and over your head, the other yanking your jeans down in one jagged motion. You’re exposed, nipples hard in the dim light, and Yungyu’s eyes darken with hunger. “So perfect,” he growls, thumbs pinching your hardened buds before sliding lower to find your slick wetness.

Two fingers plunge between your legs, curling inside you without warning, and you moan, hips rocking back into his hand. He presses his thumb to your clit and pumps his fingers relentlessly, each thrust drawing out your deepest whimpers. “Dripping for me,” he rasps, face inches from your core. “Let me see how much you need me.” You tremble, overwhelmed by the delicious friction and his relentless command.

He pulls his fingers free and drops to his knees, yanking your panties aside and capturing your folds with his tongue. His mouth slurps and sucks with brutal precision, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves until you’re arching and crying out. Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. He hums against your slit, tongue flicking over your swollen clit, before standing and lining himself up at your entrance.

With one savage thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, hips slamming forward so hard you gasp for air. Skin meets metal as you fold over the car, and his firm grip on your hips drives you into the rhythm—fast, hard, unrelenting. “Moan for me,” he growls in your ear, voice thick with control. “Let me see how bad you want to cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, body convulsing around him, just as he follows with a guttural groan, spurting hot and heavy inside you. When he finally pulls out, he presses you back against the car, breath mingling. “Next time,” he whispers, voice dark and promising, “you’ll be begging before I even hit the gas.” Then he steps back into the glow of the lot lights, leaving you trembling, spent, and utterly his.

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katyleen · 1 year ago

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Eyes On You The Moment We First Met

Pairing: Shinyu x reader

Synopsis: You, an average student suddenly bumped into one of the most popular boy in the school.

Warning: A few curse words, fluff??

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‘Damn it where’s my notebook?’ You thought to yourself as you’re rummaging your locker. You’re just an average student, with small circle of friends and average scores, not involved in any of the school drama. You’d like think that you’re living a peaceful life in school….besides the assignments and studies that the teacher gives you. It’s their job though so you can’t really blame them.

Finally after looking at your locker for a while, you finally found your notebook. You grabbed it and closed your locker, immediately walking away to go to your class. You didn’t expect to bumped into something after stepping away from the locker though, which results with you accidentally dropping your book. You looked up to see that you didn’t bump into something but someone. And you certainly didn’t expect to be face-to-face with the most popular boy in the whole school, Shinyu.

“Ah..sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You apologized, slightly bowing to him and then going to reach for your book on the floor but he beats you to it. He bended down and grabbed the book, lightly patted your book to remove the dust.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have stood that close to you.” He replied sheepishly, holding the book out for you. You take the book from his hands and look at his face. You never really paid attention to a lot of people that’s not close with you, but you didn’t expect that this school has such a handsome boy wandering around.

‘Holy shit I’ve been blessed to see such a pretty face.’ You thought to yourself, snapping out of it when you notice him tilting his head at you.

“Oh uh it’s fine. So…I’m just gonna go now…bye.” You nervously said, walking away from him after waving him goodbye. You almost missed it, but you noticed him waving back at you as you keep walking further away from him.

*****

“YOU BUMPED INTO WHO?” Your friend yelled, making you kicked her leg lightly and shushed her.

“Keep it down will you?! I didn’t even realize that he was there. It’s not like I bumped into him on purpose.” You explained yourself. Your friend laughed and calmed down.

“But seriously, that’s so unexpected. What are the chances that you’d bump into him of all people? If you ask me I think this is fate.” She said. You raised an eyebrow, not understanding wha she’s trying to say. “Aish, I mean he could be your potential boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen, face heating up as you try to deny her statement. “What are you talking about? Many people bump into someone, are you saying that they’ll end up together?” She laughed again, clearly enjoying teasing you.

“I’m kidding. Sigh I really want that to happen to me too y’know? I want to bump into handsome people too. Maybe someone like Youngjae? He seems so mature and charming.” F/n sighed dreamily. You can’t help but rolled your eyes at your friend while laughing.

Youngjae is also from the same group as Shinyu. Their group consist of six people, Shinyu as the reliable one, Dohoon as the playful one, Youngjae as the responsible one, Hanjin known as the nicest boy, Jihoon being the social butterfly of the group, and Kyungmin who is very energetic.

“Ok stop daydreaming now, the teacher is here already.” You snapped her out of her daydream as the teacher walk inside the classroom to start the lesson.

*****

“Finally it’s break time. I’m starving.” F/n said, stretching her arms.

“Yeah let’s hurry before the line gets too long.” You then run to the canteen and buy lunch. You walk toward an empty table and start eating while talking to each other. All of a sudden, everyone around starts to look at the same direction and whispering to each other. You and F/n also got curious and try to look at what everyone is looking at.

There you can see Shinyu and his friends walking to the canteen. Their effects are no joke, even their mere presence can make people stop and admire them. Your friend shot you a teasing look, with you just shaking your head and continue eating. You heard footsteps coming towards your direction but you shrug it off, thinking someone is just passing by, until you hear someone clear their throat.

“Ahem…excuse me. There’s no empty table left so can we sit with you guys?” Someone asked. You and your friend look at the newcomers, suprised to see Shinyu and the others in front of you. F/n stutters for a bit before she managed to say yes. Now, you’re sitting between Shinyu and Hanjin with F/n in front of you between Youngjae and Jihoon. Kyungmin sits next to Shinyu while Dohoon sits next to Youngjae.

“Thank you for letting us sit here. Otherwise, we might have to sit on the floor instead. Jihoon joked, looking at you and F/n. You laughed, saying it’s no problem. As you guys eat, you can’t help but notice how Shinyu sometimes looks at you. You hope it’s not because of earlier.

“Hey aren’t you the girl from earlier?”

Well shit.

“Wait this is the girl that bumped into you earlier? Waahh hyung no wonder you can’t stop talking about h-“ Shinyu immediately covers Kyungmin’s mouth, desperately trying to keep him from continuing his line. Luckily you didn’t quite catch what he just said, but your friend sure did, giving you a mischievous look.

“Don’t listen to what he’s saying. Anyways I’m sorry again for earlier.” He said, seemingly still thinking about what happened. You shake your head while giving him a reassuring smile.

“It’s fine. It was just an accident, I also wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said. “And here I was thinking you’d forget about it by now.” You joked. He hides his face from you, maybe still embarrassed about it? You’re not sure.

“Hahaha hyung, your ears are red. Relax, it happens to anyone don’t let it bother you that much.” Dohoon said. They then eat and make a joke every now and then, and they sometimes include you and F/n too. It seems that they are already comfortable with you guys.

Youngjae, as responsible as ever, looks at his phone and reminded you all, “It’s almost time for the next class. We need to go now if we don’t want to be late.” You all cleaned the table and about to go to your separate ways to your own classroom. Unfortunately, F/n suddenly feels sick and has to go to the infirmary. You offered to accompany her but she insisted that she can go alone. Youngjae offered to go to the infirmary with her although she refused at first, he also insisted and ended up going together.

Shinyu walked up to you hesitantly, looking anywhere but you. “Uh…do you want me to walk you to your class? You know, since your friend seems to be sick and won’t be able to come to class with you.” He offered. You wanted to refused at first, really don’t want to bother him, but Hanjin suddenly popped out.

“Just let him walk you to class, otherwise he’s going to be sulking for the rest of the day.” Shinyu turned to Hanjin and playfully hit him. You can’t help but find the situation cute. You decided to take his offer and now you’re walking together to your class. It was a little awkward because none of you were talking so you were about to open a conversation when he once again beats you to it.

“I just realized that I never got your name. May I know your name please?” He asked. You looked at him, realizing that you know him but he obviously doesn’t know you since you’re not as well known as him.

“Oh my name is Y/n.” You introduced yourself. He nodded and proceeds to ask more questions about you, with you answering and also asking something about him in return. It doesn’t take long for you guys to reach your classroom. You turned to him to let him know that this is your class.

“Alright, I’ll see you around then.” He started to walk away but stopped abruptly. You looked at him confused when he turned to you again. He walked up to you again and he looks nervous.

“Um…Can I…can I have your number? It’s fine if you don’t because we technically just got to know each other today and-“ before he can continue to ramble you held out your hand to him. He looks at your hand and then at you in confusion until it clicked and he hurriedly went to grab his phone from his pocket. He gave you his phone and you put your number in his contacts. You returned his phone to him and he looks at his screen.

“Thank you. I’ll add you to our group chat later. Oh and you can give me your friend’s phone number too so I can also add her to the group chat. Anyways I think I should go now. I’ll see you later, bye.” He then ran off to his class.

*****

You look at F/n worriedly.

“Are you sure you’re ok now?” You asked, wanted to make sure she’s really ok.

“Yes I’m fine now. But you know I actually feel thankful that I felt sick because I get to walk with Youngjae together. Oh and he stayed in the infirmary until he absolutely sure I’ll be fine, isn’t that sweet?” She gushed, clearly not over her little interaction with Youngjae. Though you can’t blame her, anyone who’s in the same shoes as her would feel flustered at least.

A ‘ding’ comes from your phone. You checked to see that someone added to you a group chat.

???

Hyung who did you add just now?

???

It’s Y/n

???

Was that the girl that you walked to her classroom?

???

Yeah that’s her

You

Is this Shinyu’s group chat??

???

Yepp

Helloo I’m Kyungmin

???

This is Youngjae

???

Hanjin here

???

I’m Jihoon!!

???

And I’m Shinyu

Wait where’s Dohoon?

???

Sorry, I was still talking with someone

Wait let me scroll up for a sec

“Oh right F/n do you mind if I give your number to-“. you were cut off by another ‘ding’ to find that Youngjae added her to the group chat.

“Waahh he actually added me. Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked you.

“You also gave your number to him?” You asked. F/n laughed sheepishly as she nodded.

“But hey you also gave Shinyu your number too right? I’m not the only one.” She said. You looked back at your screen, reading the chats after adding all of their numbers.

Dohoon

Alright I’m done reading

Y/n and F/n, welcome to our group chat

Hanjin

Warning, we’re very active in this group chat

Kyungmin

But at least we’re fun :D

You

Lol it’s fine

Me and F/n always text each other too

F/n

I can vouch for that

Jihoon

Nicee

Anyways guys, can anyone help me with my homework?

Hanjin

We have homework?

Kyungmin

If it’s math I can help😊

But you have to treat me lunch in exchange😏

Youngjae

Our maknae is actually bargaining

He’s growing up so fast

Dohoon

Ikr🥲

Kyungmin

What

Jihoon

Deal!!

Just help me please🥺

Hanjin

I also need help!!

Let’s do it together

“Wow they’re actually really fun.” F/n said. You can’t help but agree with her. After texting with the boys and laughing at some of their responses, you and F/n grabbed your bags and leave the classroom as school is over already. F/n left first since she needed to go somewhere after school with her family while you need to put your stuff in your locker first. You were just done putting away your stuff when someone tapped your shoulder. You looked to see Shinyu, who is now smiling at you shyly.

“Hi, is your friend not with you?” He asked, looking around to see if he can spot F/n.

“No she left already. I needed to put my stuff in the locker first before leaving.” You answered him, closing the locker.

“I see…um…” he tries to say something but seems hesitant. You wait patiently for him, wondering what he wants to talk about. After taking a deep breath, he looks at you again with a slightly red face.

“Can I walk you home?”

You blinked, processing what he just said. After it clicked, you replied, “Huh? I mean I don’t want to bother you. You must be tired after school so-“

He cuts you off, “It’s fine. I’m fine with it, I don’t mind. I want to walk you home, you’re not bothering me. You know, I’ll be worried if you’re walking home alone. But you don’t have to say yes-I’m not forcing you to let me walk you home. I understand-“ this time you’re the one who cut him off.

“Haha alright. You can walk me home, thank you.” You accepted his request. He seems giddy, though he tries to hide it by suppressing his smile.

While you’re on the way to your house, you noticed how he subtly moved you to the safer side of the road and slowed down his steps to match yours. This makes you feel warm, appreciating his efforts to make you comfortable. As you walk, you continued your conversation from earlier and get to know each other better. For example, you now know that he has siblings and he’s the youngest, his hobby is drawing, etc. Eventually you reach your house, not even aware that you’ve walked so far already.

“This is my house. Thank you for walking me home Shinyu.” You thanked him again. “Be sure to text me once you’re home ok? Be safe.”

“I will. I’ll get going then. See you tomorrow Y/n.” He said, giving you a little wave before walking to his house. You waited a little bit until you can’t see him anymore before going inside your house. When you stepped inside, you find your mother looking at you with a teasing smile.

“So…who’s the boy?” She asked. You give her a deadpanned look.

“What? I can tell that he’s a nice boy, not to mention cute too. Is he your boyfriend?”

“Mom. Please don’t start with this.” You whined.

After you take a shower and changed into a more comfortable clothes, you noticed a notification popped out on your screen. You checked to see it’s from Shinyu, texting you that he’s home already. You smiled, texting him back and told him to rest. You texted each other for a long time until it’s time for you to sleep.

You

I have to sleep soon

Shinyu

Alright, it’s getting late anyways

Don’t stay up too late and get enough sleep

You don’t want to be sleepy for school tomorrow

You

Yes sir🫡

I’ll be off then

Goodnight Shinyu :)

Shinyu

Goodnight :)

Sleep well

You giggled, looking back at his texts. You really enjoy talking with Shinyu. Even though you only started talking to him today, you already feel comfortable around him.

*****

Ever since that day, you always talk to Shinyu and the others. You and F/n often secure seats at your table for them to join you guys in the canteen. You feel like you’re getting closer to them day by day and start to hang out with them even outside of school. Just a week ago, you and F/n were invited to go to the arcade by the boys. You played many games and be competitive with them, constantly challenging each other. It was really fun, but that day you have a certain moment that keeps replaying in your head.

*flashback*

You were waiting for F/n and Dohoon to finish their match in a basketball game when your eyes caught sight of a cute keychain in a claw machine.

“Do you want the keychain?” A voice suddenly said, startling you. Shinyu was beside you, looking at you and the keychain.

“Well it’s cute, but I’m not good at claw machines. Besides, usually these kind of games are rigged right?” You said. He hummed, and then proceeds to enter a coin to the machine.

“Wha-you don’t have to-“ you stopped whatever you wanted to say as you watch him play and successfully grabbed the keychain with the claw. It dropped the keychain to the hole and he grabs it, giving it to you.

“This is the one that you wanted right?” He asked, worried that he got the wrong one. It doesn’t really matter to him, he can just play it again until he gets what you wanted. You look at him in disbelief before laughing.

“Yeah that’s the one. Thank you for getting this for me.” You thanked him.

“No problem. Oh I think they’re done already. Want to go over there now?”

“HAHA I WIN!”

“WAIT I DEMAND A REMATCH!!”

*flashback ended*

You giggled, feeling your heart flutter at the fond memory. You’ve realized that you have feelings for Shinyu for a while now. You don’t know when you started to like him, maybe it’s when he helped you with your studies in the library with him patiently explaining the lessons to you. Or when he invited you to see them dance as they’re in a dance club and you could see the passion in him when he danced. Or maybe that one time when he asked your opinion about his self written rap. After months of getting to know him, you’ve known him not as a popular boy in school but as a shy but reliable guy who can be really competitive in games, as someone who really enjoys dancing, singing and rapping, and as someone who also has a playful and clumsy side. He’s caring towards those who he feels close to, always making sure they’re ok.

But of course, because he’s popular, many people are jealous of your interactions with him.

*****

You were minding your own business when suddenly someone grabbed your hair and slammed you into the wall. You winced in pain, looking at the girls in front of you.

“You bitch. How dare you hang around Shinyu?” One of them sneered and hit you.

“Who even are you? You’re a nobody, and he’s the most popular boy in this school. Do you really think that you’re worth even be in the same place as him?” Another girl said, laughing at you.

You looked around to see students gathering around, but no one bothers to help you. Either they’re too scared or they also agree with the girls. You screamed in pain when one of them kicked you.

“HEY WE’RE OVER HERE! ARE YOU REALLY THAT STUPID TO UNDERSTAND US?” She yelled.

“Don’t ever come near him again or else-“

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” A loud voice yelled, making everyone freeze and look towards the source of the voice. You were suprised to see Shinyu, even more so when you noticed how angry he looks right now as he makes his way towards you and the girls.

“S-Shinyu. We were just-“ one of them tried to say something when he cuts her off.

“Do you think I’m blind? Clearly you’re bullying her and for what? For being friends with me? I can decide who I want to be friends with and you can’t change that. Now if you don’t apologize to her right now I’m going to report you to the teachers.” He threatened, glaring at the girls. You have to admit he looks intimidating right now. He then kneels down to you to check for any injuries, glaring at the girls when he hears no apology. They flinched, immediately said sorry and ran away. He then proceeds to give every student who gathers around them a disappointed look.

“You all are no better. Why are you just watching when someone is being hurt? I hope you all are disappointed in yourselves. Shame on you all for allowing this kind of behavior to happen.” They all look guilty as they start to walk away. After that, he gives you his attention again.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry for not being here earlier. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” He said softly, suddenly lifting you up bridal style. You yelped in surprised, arms immediately warped around his neck.

“S-Shinyu-I can walk by my own-“ you tried to get him to put you down but he refused. After arriving at the infirmary, the nurse was nowhere to be seen, so he puts you on the infirmary bed gently and takes it upon himself to help with your injuries.

None of you are saying anything as he treats your wounds until you decided to speak.

“I’m sorry for troubling you. I didn’t expect-“

“Don’t apologize.” He suddenly said. You looked at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks troubled.

“Don’t ever apologize for this. This is not your fault. You don’t need to feel guilty about this.” He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“If anything, I’m sorry for letting this happen to you. I didn’t realize that by being close with you would mean that a lot of people would dislike you to the point of hurting you. If I had known I would’ve-“

“Shinyu.” He stopped himself after hearing you talk.

“You said that this is not my fault, then this is not your fault either. You wouldn’t have known something like this would happen. So what? Does that mean you regret befriending me? Are you regretting the fact that we’ve become so close now?”

“Of course not!” He denied. “I would never regret being friends with you. I would never regret letting myself be close with you. In fact, I’m really thankful for the day you bumped into me.” Now this makes your eyes widen. He then continued, “If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have ever met you. I wouldn’t be talking with you, hanging out with you, I wouldn’t-“. he stopped talking, debating whether he should continue or not.

“I wouldn’t be able to fall inlove with you.”

You gasped, clearly didn’t expect him to confess. This whole time you thought he only saw you as a friend but thinking back at it now, there are times where he acts like someone who doesn't just think of you as a friend.

“Shinyu…” you started, hands finding their way to his and hold them.

“I’m also inlove with you.” You confessed. He shots his head up to look at you. A minute has passed, and then two, then he starts blushing to the point where he almost looks like a tomato.

“W-what? Wait..you like me back? I- hang on I need to process this.” He pulled his hands from your hands to hide his face. You laughed at his reaction, trying to pry his hands away from his face.

“Shinyu don’t get shy on me now. You look really cute right now.” His face gets even more red as he tries to say something but failed.

“So…you really like me back?” He asked, finally mustered up the courage to look at you. You give him a smile as you nodded.

“Does that mean…we’re dating then? Are you my girlfriend now? Do you want to be my girlfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?” You hold yourself back from squishing his cheeks.

“Yes I’ll be your girlfriend as long as you’ll be my boyfriend.”

“YES! I’ll be your boyfriend!” He said, grabbing one of your hand and kissed it, making you blush in return.

“Woah weren’t you shy just a few seconds ago? How are you acting so bold now?”

“I mean…I am your boyfriend now right?” He said, smirking at your reaction.

*****

“So…you guys are together now?” F/n asked, looking at you and Shinyu who are holding hands.

“Yeah we’re in a relationship now.” You said. F/n and the rest of the boys gaped at the both of you. After that, they started cheering.

“YEESSS I KNEW THEY WOULD END UP TOGETHER!”

“Y/N YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH! NO OFFENSE WE LIKE YOU AND ALL BUT HE WON’T STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU-“

“HEY WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THAT UP?”

Shinyu went towards the boys and playfully banter with them. Meanwhile, you walk over to F/n.

“So…when are you going to confess to Youngjae?” You asked her.

“Ssshhh. You don’t get to say that after months of pining for each other. How did you not notice how he practically gave you heart eyes?”

You rolled your eyes at her, smacking her shoulder lightly. Shinyu then make his way to you after F/n walks over to the boys to discuss probably more list of him being a simp towards you and hugged you.

“Hmm?? Why the sudden hug?” You asked, returning the hug, not complaining and instead enjoying the warmth he gives off. He then tightens the hug, not wanting to let go.

“Mm, I just really like you.”

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veevrsee · 10 months ago

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➜ If I had you.. !

➜ ...

➜ Off Brain, On Heart !

➜ Clingy Comfort !

➜ Their Favorite Parts of You !

➜ Off Brain, On Heart !

➜ Clingy Comfort !

➜ Their Favorite Parts of You !

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liquidsmooth · 1 year ago

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8turn

Ot8:

Nothing yet!

Ji Myungho:

Nothing yet!

Moon Jaeyun:

Nothing yet!

Yang Minho:

Nothing yet!

Cho Yoonsung:

Nothing yet!

Jung Haemin:

Nothing yet!

Cho Kyungmin:

Nothing yet!

Lee Yungyu:

Nothing yet!

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BIRDS OF PREY — nineteen

nonidol!kim hongjoong x f!reader

living in gray areas of your city, out of the way of gangs and mafia territories, could only keep you safe for so long. it was only a matter of time before you began running into problems, or rather, problems began running into you.

▷ genre, warnings. nc-17, strangers 2 lovers, slow burn, mafia au, angst; swearing, violence, drinking, mentions of bombs and explosions, mentions of death and dead bodies, injuries, being held captive, mentions of weaponry, kissing, this might be THE most frustrating game of will-they-won't-they ever .

▷ word count. 9.5k (i didn't actually think it would end up this close to 10k 💀)

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a/n: this kind of feels bittersweet :')

CHAPTER NINETEEN: A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME

THE STORM BIRD, koel, or petrel was thought to presage the coming of a bad storm, such that its appearance in a certain region should serve as a warning to its inhabitants of the horror and destruction to come.

If you were the storm bird to Hongjoong's storm, then one might say that wherever you went, he was bound to follow.

For the first time in the past several hours, Hongjoong's mind was quiet. The sound of your screaming from the audio file had cleared out; the schemes in his head came to a halt—all that remained was the road ahead through the windshield and Lee Kyungmin's portrait projected in his mind's eye.

He couldn't wait to put a fucking bullet between his eyes.

Yunho helmed the car he sat in as they sped through the streets of Hala Town toward the eastern side. Wooyoung's coordinates directed them to a grouping of small apartments owned by Lioncrest that, according to property bills, hadn't been occupied in years—up until the last six months. There were no indicators as to which apartment it was, but if Hongjoong was anything, he was determined.

There were also records through GPS tracking that told them you had been near this area before, weeks ago, when you had followed those Lioncrest Society gang members from the station toward Hala Town. The Laundromat Jongho had raided to find the scraps of train station schematics was nearby, too. It all revolved around this area, five blocks south of Paradigm.

Wooyoung's voice cut through over the car speakers. “Sakura's apartment is several blocks from here. I asked her to monitor through the CCTV cameras.”

“There really wasn't anything she saw before all of this?” San asked from the back seat, before leaning forward to poke his head between Yunho and Hongjoong.

“She didn't know what Kyungmin looked like or that he existed,” he said in her defense. “How could she pick out one snake from an entire den of them?”

There wasn't much room for argument there. No one in this car, in the family, knew that Lee Yunseok had an offspring; there was no way to look for something you didn't know was real. Hongjoong jammed his tongue into his cheek. He had been bracing himself for some kind of issue to crop up within the first couple years of his reign, but he hadn't expected something like this.

Three years… and it could have all come crumbling down.

They said hindsight was 20/20, but truly, when he looked back at the past, the only person he could have had a chance at predicting was Jung Joonseo.

And then there was you. You and Kyungmin were two factors he never saw coming.

Yunho swerved into a spot along the curb across from the first block of target apartments. Other cars pulled up alongside him, ferrying the other commanders in the Captain's inner circle, as well as a great many of their men prepared to storm the area.

Hongjoong slammed his door shut, cane swinging along the asphalt. A weak winter sun pierced through the sheets of clouds across the sky, illuminating his stride across the road. His breaths shoved out in visible puffs before his face, canines gritted together in his mouth. Here were a smattering of several, short apartments—desolate and unassuming—unused telephone wires strung haphazardly from their poles across the landscape. And in one of these shitholes was where you were being kept.

“Start canvassing the area,” Hongjoong began. “If anyone comes in or out of this place who's not our own, I wanna know.”

“Aye, Captain.” Yunho and San broke off to distribute orders to their people.

Hongjoong could hear footsteps following swiftly after him. In his periphery, Seonghwa and Jongho instructed men to start taking buildings in groups. Level by level, they would knock doors down and ensure that no one would get past them without them knowing.

Heads raised as another car came careening down from the end of the block, skidding to a halt by Yunho's SUV. Wooyoung's sedan was a recognized sight to see, and the last commander clambered out of the vehicle to make his way toward Hongjoong. There was a rifle strapped to his back and a pistol in his hands, a fresh magazine being shoved into place.

“You're not supposed to be here,” said Hongjoong.

There was a resolve there on Wooyoung's face that he couldn't ignore, a telltale crease between his brows and a firmness in the line his mouth made. “I wasn't just gonna sit still, Captain. You know I can't, and I won't.”

Defiance was something Hongjoong saw with Wooyoung more often than not, but this time, it was different.

“I never said I was gonna make you go back or sit still,” Hongjoong replied, turning back toward the apartments. There was a part of him that feared this wasn't the right place. It wasn't that he doubted Wooyoung's skills; it was more so he doubted that Kyungmin would only pick one place. He'd seen before how many places the new Strictland had occupied. How could they be so sure that they weren't wasting their time?

Wooyoung lingered by his side, shifting from foot to foot. “What is it?” he asked, sensing the hesitation in the air.

Even as soldiers were about to tear these buildings apart, Hongjoong continued to linger upon the precipice.

Seonghwa walked up to stand at Hongjoong's other side. “They've started, Captain,” he reported quietly. “Do you want to pick an apartment? We'll follow you.”

Hongjoong watched and headed doors being torn down, shouts erupting and echoing in the narrow alleyways. He couldn't see every building from this viewpoint.

A feeling irked at him. He reached for his phone in his coat pocket in search of the aerial view of the apartments.

He stilled. There was a single notification at the top of his lock screen with a dark red exclamation mark inside a triangle, a visible warning sign: REGISTERED ‘AURORA’ NEARBY. SIGNAL: MODERATE.

“Captain, what's wrong?” came Seonghwa's voice, steady but concerned.

It hit him, a wash of cold water in his face. Your lipstick. You just activated the lipstick tracker.

Atta girl. He could fucking sing.

Swiftly, he pulled open the Polaris app he had installed onto his phone, zooming in with his fingers to find the location of the signal. Hongjoong couldn't help the feeling ballooning in his chest now. He shoved the phone toward Wooyoung. “Isn't this coming from the furthest building out that way?”

He thrusted a finger in the direction of the southeast corner, the building no soldier had yet made it to.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa both threw him curious glances, but the former nodded. “Yeah, that's the one. But how the Hell…?”

That was hope now beating against his rib cage like thrashing, wild waves. “She's here,” he said with more certainty than he'd ever had in his life. Hongjoong whirled on every man left in the vicinity. “Tear this place apart. If you leave one scrap unturned, I'll have your head.”

There was no time left to waste. He handed his phone to Wooyoung. “Keep your eyes on that,” he told him. To both of the commanders at his side, he nodded toward the building far out. “Let's move.”

If you were going to die, then you would go down fighting. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to regret not taking those self defense lessons with Ryujin a long time ago, but you were pretty sure their curriculum didn't include having one leg chained to the floor, anyways.

Kyungmin pounced at you with a snarl, and you threw your entire body toward your left. You hit the wood floor with a thud, arms bracketed inward to keep Aurora close and out of reach.

He crashed against the wall you had just been close to—he whirled, that crazed, crimson expression glaring at you. Instinct was telling you to runrunrun—

You needed an exit plan, or at least a plan to stall while Hongjoong hauled ass here. However long it took, at least he knew where you were, where Kyungmin was. Even if you died.

“You're just wasting your breath,” he huffed, wiping at his nose again with his arm. It dribbled down the length of his hand, staining the floor beneath him.

You stared up at him, cheek burning where he'd hit you, heart pounding. “I could say the same thing about you.” He was just running at you like a bull seeing red, after all.

He took a couple steps closer, and your eyes flickered down to the chain pulled taut at your ankle. You clocked the distance between his foot and yours, prayed to whoever was watching you as you thought of tripping him over the chain.

Your idea, however, shattered as he pressed his foot against the end of it. Any movement you tried making with your chained leg was now near impossible with the weight of him holding you down. He tilted his head at you, gauging the cold gleam of fear in your eyes, the realization dawning on you. He'd seen the plan forming.

"I knew this big oaf was good for nothing,” Kyungmin said suddenly as he used his other foot to kick the body you'd knocked a chair over. He then stepped forward again on the chain miming walking down a tightrope.

You yanked at your own foot, ignoring the way the metal cuff dug into your flesh every time you moved. Anything to get you out from under his weight.

“Just give me the damn thing. Don't you want me to stop hurting you?”

Stop? You won't stop. You pushed your body up with your forearms braced against the ground. “Kim Hongjoong is on his way,” you grunted, flashing the red light at him again. “Even if you took this from me now, he will find us. I guarantee it.”

Something changed in his demeanor then, a subtle shift where the hot rage cooled into something icy. Wasn't it that an animal was most dangerous when it felt cornered?

“Maybe it'll destroy him more if he found you dead then,” he said quietly, as if to himself. He nodded.

Dread pooled in your gut. Every moment you were here, you were stuck with him becoming more and more deranged. Your head swiveled as you tried to figure out your next move before he figured out his. The only way to survive this was to take him out.

You helped yourself upright into a seated position and raised Aurora in your hand. “Hey, Kyungmin. Catch—”

Before he could process, you let his instincts fly just as Aurora flew out of your hands and into his. You bent your chained leg and threw yourself into his lower body, tackling him to the ground in a flurry of tangled limbs and body parts mashing together.

“You little—”

Something bordering a growl tore out of your throat as you lifted yourself briefly, only to bring the sharp point of your elbow down into his lower stomach. A gargled groan left his mouth and you barely had enough time to roll out of the way of his knee-jerk reaction.

You turned your head slightly, catching sight of a broken-off leg from the wooden chair. It laid there only a few feet from you on the floor this whole time, camouflaged against the floor in the corner. If he got his hands on it, you'd be screwed, but if you could get to it first…

Breathing quick and shallow, you crawled for the piece of wood.

It was only just out of your—fuck—

All the wind flew out of you as something—no, the toe of his shoe—careened into your side. He'd kicked you, no more to him than a soccer ball with a heartbeat, a dog in the streets.

You swore aloud as a pained yelp escaped you; your body crumpled limp onto the floor once again, but with the right side of your ribcage pulsing like a nightclub. God, if he cracked one of your bones, you wouldn't be surprised.

“Fuck you, really,” you rasped, clutching at your side as you attempted to regain your breath. “That hurt.”

“Good,” he drawled and knelt down beside you.

You couldn't control the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the quiet wheezing coming out of your throat from every labored breath you took. Another dose of dread shot through your veins; you saw that glint in his eyes again as he loomed over you.

What now? What… now.

A crash resonated faintly from the open doorway. Yours and Kyungmin's heads whipped in that direction, ears trained on the shouts and incoming, unmistakable sounds of gunfire.

Your eyes widened, and you didn't have much time to act.

With his back turned to you, you reached your hand up and behind your head, blindly fumbling for something, anything—

Your fingers curled around something hard and solid, the cool, polished surface making you inwardly scream in relief. It was exactly what you needed.

“He's co—shit!” Kyungmin turned just in time to see you bring down the wooden chair leg like a club, aimed at his head.

He brought his hands up in front of him, palms catching the jagged side of the wood. Blood seeped from the flesh of his hands as he gritted his teeth and attempted to rip the makeshift weapon away from you.

Kyungmin yanked hard, but you clung to it like it was your anchor. The force dragged you with him as he fell backward onto his posterior.

“In here!” you screamed to whoever was outside of that door. Heart racing, half your body on fire, you continued to grapple onto the wood piece and clamber to your knees.

Like a frightened horse, Kyungmin suddenly bucked one of his legs out and nailed you in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of you once more, the wooden leg skidding across the floor past your head.

Your face contorted into a grimace as you tried to brace yourself onto your forearms—your arms trembled, abdomen screaming at the slightest movement. Something was broken. Something had to be broken.

The room tilted violently on its axis as your vision blurred.

“Take one more step, pirate, and I kill her.”

Oh. What?

When you lifted your head, the scene had changed drastically.

Not only had Kyungmin retrieved the gun from the fallen guard's body, but there were three newcomers standing in the open doorway. There was an immense wave of relief that rippled through your body at the sight of Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, and Jung Wooyoung; all of whom drank in the sights before them with increasing fury building up beneath the surface of their skin.

(Where did one even deign to look first? The chain attached to your leg? The gun in Kyungmin's hand? The mismatched bruises and blood stains littering your face and body? The felled guard on the floor?)

Even as the relief washed over you, the adrenaline was slowly seeping out. No, no, you thought, just a little more. We're not done here yet.

You met Hongjoong's eyes from across the room, eyes gleaming like twin pearls of steel. There was a flicker of something across his face, a microbreak in his solid resolve. You couldn't hold yourself up; it was like your body knew he had finally come.

Right—then there was the barrel of a gun pointed at your head.

But Kyungmin wasn't looking at you. He was only staring at the one man he had done all of this for. The one man who stole everything from him, whether he intended to in the beginning or not.

“So,” Hongjoong drawled, cocking his head to the side, twirling the pistol in his hand, “you've been the annoying thorn in my side for three months.”

“It's been six, actually,” Kyungmin sneered.

“Oh, has it?” The Captain lifted a brow, unimpressed. “Maybe you just weren't obvious enough in that first half.”

If it didn't hurt to breathe, you might have laughed. Whatever Hongjoong was doing—and you were sure he knew what he was doing—was pissing Kyungmin off royally.

Had he even fired a gun before?

You weren't about to wait and find out.

While Hongjoong dealt with Lee Kyungmin you caught Wooyoung's eyes. He stood flanking Hongjoong on his left, hands primed on his pistol but not aiming. His eyes widened slightly as you sent him a pointed look.

Are you okay?, he seemed to ask with the tilt of his head, mouth pulled into a frown.

You mouthed, ‘There’s a bomb.’

His brows creased and his posture shifted. ‘What?’

‘Bomb,’ you enunciated clearer. When his eyes widened again, a silent question as to if he read your lips right, you nodded shallowly to keep from bumping your head against the barrel of the gun. ‘Ship. Wreck.’

Wooyoung's expression shifted and you saw a flicker of alarm cross his face. ‘Bomb on the Shipwreck?’

You mouthed back a very insistent, 'Yes,’ and watched in utter relief as Wooyoung pulled his phone out behind Hongjoong's back and began working his magic. Seonghwa was subtle in his movements as his eyes peered over at whatever Wooyoung was doing, while continuing to monitor Hongjoong and Kyungmin.

“It tracks though,” Hongjoong continued with a mocking thoughtfulness, “you can't seem to keep anyone's attention. Mine, your father's… I mean, that is why Joonseo raised you, is it not?”

Kyungmin bristled from the sting of that remark. You could taste it in the air, or maybe that was the smell of gunpowder wafting from the gun pointed at you. “My father led Strictland; he didn't have time for anything else. You, though—you took everything he would have given to me one day.”

Here we go again.

Hongjoong let out a delighted, little scoff—you couldn't tell if it was closer to a laugh. “And your first thought was to throw a tantrum?” His lips pulled into a wide grin, all teeth and no mirth. “How cute.”

“Tantrum?” Kyungmin seethed. His left hand disappeared into his pocket and withdrew a device you couldn't see from your position. But there was a deep-seated premonition in your gut, and it was only confirmed when you glanced over to the couch and realized the detonation device was no longer there. “All of this was carefully planned, down to the very moment I rigged your old boat to explode. The Shipwreck should have stayed a shipwreck—”

The smile slipped off Hongjoong's face. “I don't have time for this. You have my bird in chains.”

Your brain didn't process it until the gun fired.

BANG! —followed immediately by a tortured scream above you.

The pistol in Hongjoong's gloved hand smoked when you whipped your head in that direction—then back at Kyungmin, as he dropped his own gun in favor of clutching his right hand, now quaking from a bullet sailing clean through the center of his palm.

Blood poured out onto the floor, and you dragged yourself out of the way as the three members of Ateez swept into the room.

You were still in shock, you realized. Your eardrums were ringing, the sound muffled coming in.

Hongjoong had shot Lee Kyungmin through his hand from across the room, without blinking.

Oh my fucking—

“Get him out of my sight.” A body arrived at your side, his touch gentle as it warmed the back of your head. “Dove?” The disgust in his voice from before had disintegrated like morning fog in the clarity of day. Your chest warmed at the feeling, the sound, a soft caress to all your senses.

Your body sagged against his knees. Everything ached. “I can't get up, Joong.”

“That's okay,” he murmured. You could hear the sound of rustling from where your head was buried in the crooks of your elbows. “Hold my cane—shit… this fuckin’ cuff. This'll only take a second, dove.”

He passed his cane over to you, and same as you had with Aurora, you hugged the length of it to your chest as you laid on your side. From within the inner lining of his coat, Hongjoong withdrew a slim pocket of tools, thin and sharp, taking two of them out and working at the small hole in the middle of your ankle cuff.

“You should have stayed nonexistent, Lee Kyungmin,” you heard Seonghwa say somewhere in the distance.

Like magic, the piece of metal that kept you captive cracked in two and slipped off onto the floor. Cool, fresh air drifted over that portion; the nerves were slowly coming back to life in that area of your leg as another wave of relief washed over you.

Hongjoong knelt above you with silver lining his eyes, hair hanging over his forehead. “I’ve got you now.”

You sent him the smallest of smiles. He was here—you couldn't express how glad you were to see his face.

As if he was handling million-dollar china, he draped his coat over you and scooped you up into his arms. You hissed at the feeling of his hand against your battered side; he shifted his hold before continuing to the door.

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

“You didn't know. It's okay.” You peered up at him as he carried on down the hallway so resolutely. “Hey, Joong.”

“Yeah, baby.”

The pulse in your neck fluttered. “The bomb on the Shipwreck—that’s… that's real. I told Wooyoung, but…”

Hongjoong glanced down at you. “They’ve got it handled,” he promised. “Don’t worry about it. Just—just rest, alright? You're safe now. He won't hurt you ever again.”

You're safe now. The past twenty-four hours had been a fever dream. A very real and painful fever dream, but surreal, nonetheless. All of the bundled up fear and dread compounded inside of you, pushing tears to wet your eyes. You didn't want to cry. After all that you went through, you didn't want to cry; you certainly deserved to, though.

They were tears of relief. You made it out of that room, alive and with Ateez.

When Hongjoong stepped out of the apartment building you were being held in, there was a car already stalling by the curb. Jeong Yunho sat in the driver's seat with Wooyoung on the passenger side. The latter clambered out of the car to pull open the door to the back seat, allowing Hongjoong to carefully slide in with you in his hold.

You laid your head in Hongjoong's lap, catching Wooyoung's slight smile as he closed the car door.

The car was quiet as Yunho drove all of you out of the eastern corner.

Despite the residual anxiety lingering somewhat in your veins, you could feel the heavy pull of your eyelids. Now that you were out of immediate danger, all of the energy you exerted was finally taking its toll.

Hongjoong noticed the drowsiness lingering, and his hand brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Sleep, dove. You must be tired.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, shoulders loosening. “This is the first time I've voluntarily closed my eyes in the past twenty-four hours,” you murmured quiet enough for only Hongjoong to hear clearly.

His mouth pulled into a frown. “Voluntarily?”

“It’s” —your eyes opened and your head turned away at the memory of hands wrapped around your throat, your vision going dark— “don't worry about it.”

His fingers directed your head back to him, so you could see the firmness and sincerity in his face. “If you need to talk about it…”

You nodded as well as you could've. “I know. Thank you—for coming for me.”

He didn't say anything, only sent you a look filled with too much tenderness. You didn't quite have the energy to dismantle all of that this minute. Your eyelids were sinking again, until you finally were pulled into a willing darkness.

Kim Hongjoong had too much on his mind as he suppressed every urge to stare at your sleeping face. He had wanted to tell you he hadn't slept at all since the moment you went missing. He couldn't work up the courage to tell you everything he told Seonghwa earlier—not now, not when you were finally able to sleep in peace, out of harm's way.

Instead, his eyes flickered to the horrifyingly dark bruises around your neck, his hand curling lightly into a fist before unfurling. There were so many things he had planned for Lee Kyungmin once he ensured you were home safe. It took every fiber of his being from moving his arm a little to the right to make Kyungmin the spitting image of his father. But a quick death was the last thing he deserved.

All of those hours—you survived it, whatever that bastard put you through.

A quiet cough came from the front seat. “Hey, hyung?”

Hongjoong hummed in reply.

“San's units are at the Shipwreck now,” said Wooyoung, keeping his volume low as he twisted around in his seat to face his leader. “They found C4 strapped to the underside of the bar and some on the outer sides of the ship on the starboard side.”

His jaw clenched slightly. Of course, he believed you initially when you mentioned it earlier and he also believed that Kyungmin would have put the unaccounted-for C4 in a place of significance; but hearing the confirmation—that it could have all ended at the push of a button—was harrowing. How did he miss that? When did Strictland have any time to put the explosives in place?

He couldn't help but think of how close he was to it, how close you were to it. If the C4 had been there for as long as a couple days ago, then it well and truly could have been the end.

It was luck. Maybe he didn't believe in fate, but he could believe in dumb luck when it stared him in the face.

“They're sweeping the rest of the ship for any more explosives,” Wooyoung continued with that graveness still etched into his features. “But they'll need permission to enter the captain's quarters.”

“Granted,” Hongjoong said swiftly with a wave of his hand. He glanced out the window—the winter sun was already halfway toward the horizon. “They better find all of it.”

“Aye, Captain, they will.”

A thought popped into his head and he gestured with his hand toward Yunho in the driver's seat. “Yunho, who's your man inside the Sector 1 precinct? Dowoon, right?”

Yunho nodded as he met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “Aye. Now that I think about it, he's got access to one of their K9 units. Since we have an area to focus on, we can get him to take a dog and sniff out the rest.”

Hongjoong bobbed his head. “Exactly.” At least that would settle things for the time being.

His eyes wandered back down to you, hand resting on the side of your shoulder to keep you from falling with the motions of the car. “Wooyoung.”

“Yeah, Cap'n.”

“Have Doc Shim on standby at the house.”

He could see the commander nod from his seat. “Sure, hyung. Should we make up a guest room?”

“Nah,” he said. He dismissed any thoughts in his head that convinced him otherwise. He simply couldn't be apart from you right now, not when the last time you left, you'd been in danger. “Just—have him ready in my room. And also, give Ryujin a call and ask if she'd like to see Yn.”

Wooyoung's response was a quiet confirmation, but he snuck another peak behind him at his leader and his friend. Maybe it was the soft paleness of the winter afternoon light, but the way Hongjoong looked at you… there was no doubt in his mind.

One could feel the arrival of snow in the air like tasting the heat and electricity of an oncoming thunderstorm. Kim Hongjoong stood with his shoulder resting against the wall by the window, staring out into the dark gloom beyond as thick cumulus clouds rolled in over the bay. These were different from storm clouds that made the sea thrash with monstrous rage; they swept in frigid winds that stilled even the ocean, and could freeze the wetness in one's eyes.

In the reflection, he spied Seonghwa making his way over. His second-in-command went to the liquor cart in the corner and poured himself a shot and a half of bourbon. “They've been in there for awhile,” he murmured before lifting the edge of the crystal glass to his lips.

Hongjoong hummed, glancing down at the dregs of amber liquid at the bottom of his own glass. “They have much to talk about.”

They were referring to you and Ryujin, whom San drove over to the house to avoid Yeji or Chan coming to the private wharf. The two of you had locked yourselves in Hongjoong's room for the past three hours, likely discussing everything that you experienced these last few months. Not to mention the last twenty-four hours of constant peril.

He knocked the remaining liquor back down his throat. He couldn't pretend he was anxious to hear what either of you had to say. After all you went through, he couldn't imagine Ryujin, or even you, to want to remain in this city or in his life. He would understand… he would understand and let you go, wouldn't he?

“Wooyoung says the safe house in Sector 2 is good to go,” said Seonghwa. “They can head over whenever they're ready.”

Since yours and Ryujin's apartment was compromised, Ateez had a safe house in Sector 2 for you both to stay at for the time being—if you wanted to, that was.

“Right,” Hongjoong replied with an instinctual sort of nod, not really processing his counterpart's words.

“You should tell her.” Before Hongjoong could even open his mouth to reply, Seonghwa cut him off, “And don't say your feelings don't matter in this situation. Of course they do. Will you let yourself live with the fact that you didn't even try to ask her to stay?”

He couldn't deny that it would be against his very nature to just let you go without trying, not when he so badly wished to be selfish. Were you not safer close to him, by his side? Or was that the very reason you were hurt in the first place? That was the crossroads he stood at now.

A person made their way down the inner hallway and out to the main room beyond. Hongjoong and Seonghwa both turned to face San as he walked into the room, his thumb pointed over his shoulder.

“They're ready for you, Cap'n.”

Hongjoong pointed a finger at his chest. “Me?”

San lifted his brows. “Yes, you. They wanna talk to you.” He paused, then amended, “Yn wants to talk to you. Ryujin wants to be in the room, but I don't think she has anything to say to you.”

That tracked. Hongjoong deposited his empty drink glass on the cart and followed San back toward his own bedroom.

It was strange taking steps down a hallway well-worn with his footsteps before, but with a different weight in his chest. There was something—someone—waiting for him on the other side of his door.

Hongjoong muttered his thanks to San before taking the doorknob and letting himself in.

The room was just about the same as he left it: you were lying on the left side of his bed, head turned toward the door to meet his eyes; Ryujin was seated on the edge beside you with her body twisted in a way to watch him come in. He couldn't (didn't want to) read into the way your expression changed slightly at the sight of him.

(Hope was a cruel mistress.)

Ryujin stood stiffly, but didn't move from your side just yet. “I'll just go sit over there,” she muttered then, moving past him to take the seat at the desk on the far right.

He nodded, but was already going to replace where she had once been. The corners of his lips curved upward as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. “How're you feeling?” he murmured, eyes refraining from fussing over the exposed bruises and bandages. It turned out to be another stroke of dumb luck that Kyungmin hadn't broken your ribs when he kicked you. (Incompetent, even in that.) They were badly bruised, but they would heal in due time.

You had an ice pack held against the right side of your face, but you still spared a small smile for him. “Everything kind of hurts,” you admitted.

“I bet,” he said and lifted his hand toward you like instinct, but stopped suddenly. Ryujin's presence was stark at his back, and even if she didn't outwardly threaten him, he dropped his hand back to where it'd been. “You wanted to speak to me?”

Your mouth pressed together as you nodded, and his heart cartwheeled off a cliff. That… wasn't a good sign. “Yeah, I—we talked and we both agreed that we'd really appreciate being able to stay at your safe house in Sector 2 until we find a new place.”

The muscles in his shoulders relaxed. “Oh. Is that all?”

“Well,” you continued slowly, as if the words were hesitant to leave your tongue, “we’re gonna leave tonight. For the safe house. I can't really think straight while I'm—in this state, and I… I just need to think over some things.”

“Ah.” Hongjoong glanced down at his lap, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips; then returned his attention back to you. No, if he displayed any signs—he didn't want to sway your decision. You said you needed to think about some things.

Seonghwa's words echoed in his ears like the dissonant toll of a bell.

“Joong?”

He nodded, and Ryujin's presence be damned, he reached over and grabbed your free hand. There was this wobbliness in your eyes, a softness at the corners he wanted to cling onto forever. He didn't want you to leave. “Whatever you need.”

You stared at him for a long time as if you were searching for something in his face.

Once upon a time, he'd done that, too. He'd looked for any sign that you wanted out of this life, or maybe that you wanted to stay. Anything.

“I'm gonna take care of you,” he whispered, a vow. He leaned down closer to you, bracing one hand on the bed by your pillow. Your eyes fluttered shut and he brushed his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a long moment and wishing it was even longer.

A kiss for a kiss, a life debt for a life debt—you owed each other nothing, and yet, he would give you everything.

When you and Ryujin left for the safe house soon afterward, he pressed his crow-topped cane into your hand when you tried to give it back. He stood outside of your car door in the blistering cold, a grin on his face, pushing it toward you. “You need it more than me,” he teased, “and you'll just have to return it at some point.” And see me again.

You were given no room for refusal. You sent him another smile, and waved to the others lingering by the doorway of their home to see you off. “Count on it, then,” you said.

If anyone asked him, he might have admitted to skipping more than one heartbeat. He wondered, terribly, if he could kick San out of the driver's seat to take you there instead.

“Get some rest, dove,” were his last words to you, soft against the winds blowing through his hair and the cold nipping at his cheeks. He shut your car door and stepped back, watching solemnly as San gave a salute through the driver's side window and disappeared down the wharf.

For a moment, the Captain and the remainder of his crew stood there.

Hongjoong was no longer smiling, his thoughts on some point—someone—far away. His expression mirrored the cold and stormy evening. “I’m headed to the warehouse,” he voiced out into the night all of a sudden. He turned on the ball of his foot and headed for one of the cars parked nearby. “Anyone care to join me?”

Glances were exchanged amongst the commanders. Wooyoung admitted to being tired and ducked back into the warehouse, shivering like a cat thrown in water. Yeosang followed swiftly after him. Yunho and Mingi shrugged to one another before joining their leader in the car. Though the main perpetrators had been caught, there was still work to be done. When one head was lobbed off, two more would take its place.

Between the oldest and youngest, there were similar thoughts floating around.

“Well, this should be good,” said Seonghwa in a tone that expressed very much the opposite.

Jongho glanced at his phone. Hongjoong had already fired up the engine to his car, so they made their way over to another car parked nearby. “Yep,” he drawled wryly, “I almost feel bad for what's about to happen.”

“Feel bad? For that scum in the brig?”

“No,” he scoffed. “For Doctor Shim and the mess he's gonna have to clean up. Y'know, the last time hyung was in there while he was pissed off, someone lost an eye.”

Seonghwa pushed out a huff that came out in a visible puff in front of his face as they climbed into the car. “He didn't lose it. It just… got away from him.”

“Is that your way of saying you'll go in there to supervise?”

The key was jammed into the ignition and the car pulled out just after Hongjoong's sedan. “Absolutely not. I'm not about to get in his way.”

Jongho slowly began working through his notifications. The Shipwreck had just been cleared for all explosives as of several minutes ago, and that was one less headache to deal with. The next would be figuring out how they got there in the first place. Any thoughts pertaining to that question certainly didn't ease anyone's minds. “Fair enough. Good thing he's not handling the handoff with the DDC later.”

“That, too.”

Neither of them could say they were incredibly surprised that Hongjoong simply let you go without a fight. They'd seen the signs—he’d broken so many patterns when it came to you that they couldn't be surprised. You were his exception. Through all of Hongjoong's determination, he could be just as stubborn, too. It was frustrating, to say the least, seeing him put himself through this.

The car was a comfortable quiet between the two until Jongho piped up, “He gave her his cane.”

Seonghwa nearly banged his head against the steering wheel. “I fucking know.”

You received all your intel through Sakura's secure line, who received it from Wooyoung's secure line, who received it all straight from the source—but his reiteration would always be with a dash of melodrama. Yours and Ryujin's agreement was for you to stay at the house (not working) until you were fully healed. During that time, it was preferred that you didn't communicate directly with the members of Ateez while you marinated in your thoughts.

The only problem was that you couldn't stay away. You just couldn't.

It was something that Ryujin was beginning to understand, even as she tried to resume her normal life and working schedule; even as you hobbled around the safe house with that damned Captain's cane; even as she looked at the sallow-colored bruises on your face and neck and was reminded of the horrors you went through, of the life you had been living.

There were moments she wondered, horribly, if this could have all been avoided. Was it selfish of her to think that? The trajectory of your life was manipulated in a way to lead you toward this end point. Some of it wasn't your choice, and some of it was.

When Yeji had pulled her aside in the hallway outside the apartment, she'd explained who she was, who the men in the apartment were, and who you were in relation to all of them. It had been a feat to wrap her head around, but she couldn't do anything but worry about you. The two of you had been safe in the gray area for so long that she couldn't believe this would ever happen. What was the alleged “safety” of the gray areas good for if the politics of the territories eventually bled into them?

She didn't know what to do, or what you would have her do. There weren't many ways to go back after this.

Two weeks in and the safe house still wasn't quite home.

Ryujin pushed her way in through the door with her work bag on one shoulder and exhaustion weighing down the other. The house was nestled in some very quaint, little suburban slice of Sector 2, complete with two stories, a porch, and kids with bikes riding along the streets. It was so odd to have a mafia family's safe house in the middle of this place.

She deposited her key by the door with a clatter. “Yn?” she bellowed into the house. “Can we talk?”

Commutes to and from the office were often a place to marinate in one's thoughts as they zoned out after a long day of work. With Sector 2 being south of Sector 1, there weren't any closures on the subway line from the Hala Town explosion. Ryujin had been doing too much thinking lately.

A pattering of footsteps could be heard from upstairs. “Yeah, gimme a sec!” This was swiftly followed by more footsteps, before you appeared at the top of the stairs by the entryway to the house.

“Hey,” you greeted her brightly as you descended the stairs. “How was work?”

Ryujin groaned into your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her. “I’m gonna kill Leonard.”

“I'm sorry, hon,” you murmured in consolation, patting her back. “Aren't you getting a new boss soon? Maybe when she comes in, he'll get his head bitten off.”

“Wouldn't that be the dream?” she huffed, pulling away and brushing the hair from her face. She gave you a once-over, as she'd made it a habit of to check the state of your physical injuries—then gestured to the living room down the hall. “I don't think I can do this anymore.”

You stopped in your tracks with your eyes going wide. “What do you mean?”

“This” —she put her hands out to the entirety of the house around her— “it just doesn't feel right.” Ryujin held the sides of your arms and looked you in the eye. “You know, I was a little mad at you for a couple days because you joined a mafia.”

“That's fair.”

“And you know, it's also not your fault that some whack job stalked you and trashed our apartment, then kidnapped you,” she continued on. “But I don't want us to live in fear our whole lives.”

You nodded in earnest. “I know. And we won't, I promise, Ryu. I'm so sorry I got us into this mess. I'll—I can get us out of it—”

Ryujin blinked. “Wait. Hold on.” She shook her head. The tiredness was getting to her. “I just mean—you can't let go of it, Yn. This whole time you've been here, you might have tried to separate yourself, maybe for my sake, but you haven't been able to. Tell me I'm wrong.”

“No, you're right,” you said, swallowing.

“I'm trying to see this, them, from your perspective.” There had only ever been a black and white way of viewing the ruling crime families and gangs for her, but seeing how this one had been so adamant to find you and help you… they didn't abandon you. Their captain had stuck by your side until he was kicked out of his own room. She had seen how you and he were together with her own eyes.

She'd be a damn fool to ignore it.

“I don't wanna lose you.” Your words were a quiet statement.

Ryujin squeezed your arms lightly. “You won't,” she promised. “But I need you to be honest with me—what do you want to do? Because I'm going insane while being cooped up in this house, pretending like everything is fine.”

Had she gone overboard? Was her sanity clear out of the station? You looked right back at her and she watched the microexpressions of your face change as your resolve did. You wanted to fix things after getting her involved, and you wanted her to be the first one to speak her mind. But Ryujin didn't want to be the friend who pretended like she didn't know you needed this, needed them.

“I feel like I have a purpose there,” you confessed, rubbing your other arm. “I've met people I adore. It's where I want to be.”

That was all she needed to hear from you: the truth.

When you left the safe house thirty minutes ago, you swore you could do this. But as you stood, in the freezing cold, outside the captain's quarters of the Shipwreck, you weren't so sure anymore. That was, owning up to your feelings. The part about taking your job back was easy, but there were other things left on your mind, too.

“Are you gonna come in or just freeze to death?”

Your hands tightened around the head of Hongjoong's cane in surprise as his familiar voice carried through the wooden door. It made a warmth pool in your stomach—two weeks away, and you missed him. The last time you saw him…

You sucked in a breath and finally let yourself in.

The warmth inside the cabin washed over you in a wave. You could feel your body begin to thaw from the brief amount of time you dawdled outside. Nothing about the office had changed much—there was still the big, mahogany desk at its center, the armchair in the corner, the porthole window looking out into the ocean, and the man seated at the focal point of your view.

He stood at your entrance, hands braced lightly on the desk, a pretty smile on his face. “I thought you were going to be a popsicle before I got to see you again, dove. How are you?”

You nudged the door closed with a sheepish chuckle. “Well,” you said, “thought I would up the anticipation. I'm—I’m better.”

“Better?” he repeated softly, rounding the desk to see you for himself. He stopped a distance still away from you, leaning back against the edge of the desk, eyes soaking in the faded bruises and the healthier stature and glow.

“Most of everything's healed,” you said, handing him his cane so you could unwrap the scarf from around your neck. The contrast between the office and the wintry world outside was stark. “Obviously, there are some things I can't forget, but…” your voice trailed off when you saw how intently he was listening; he rubbed the top of the crow's head absentmindedly. “I'm fine, really,” you promised him. “How are you?”

He licked his lips. “Fine, all things considered. I've been, ah, wondering how you were. Thank you” —he raised the cane slightly to gesture with it, before leaning it against the side of the desk— “for bringing this back.”

“'Course,” you said. You fiddled with your jacket zipper, before opting to take the winter coat off, too. “I know I kind of left pretty suddenly that night—”

“You don't have to explain yourself,” he murmured. He pushed off the desk and stepped closer to you, eyes pinned to the hollow of your throat as he helped you shoulder the coat off. As he folded the garment into neat quarters, setting it on the table, he said, “You needed time to think, and you needed space to do that.”

“It wasn't the conversation I wanted to have with you.” The words came too suddenly out of your mouth. Truthfully, you feared if they hadn't tumbled out like an oncoming avalanche, they would have never. It seemed to pique his interest, nonetheless. “Ryujin and I have talked a lot about what happened and how this will affect both of our lives going forward. And I… I really just wanted to fix things between us because I had put her life in danger, and I owed her that much as her friend. I don't,” you paused and shook your head. “I don't really know where this is going.”

You swore something had cracked in his demeanor. He swallowed, straightening. “My offer still stands,” he said quietly. “Yn, I want you to be able to have a choice in this. A chance to get out while you can.”

Oh. You really should have rehearsed your words better. “Joong, I can't go back.”

“You can. I’ll—”

“I don't think you understand,” you interjected, stepping into his space to cup his face in your hands. “I couldn't go back if I tried. You'd have to wipe all my memories of you.”

His expression shifted as it dawned on him.

“And I don't want to forget you.”

He shuddered, arms coming around you. Your hands fell to his shoulders—he cradled one side of your face with his hand. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you,” he said, pleaded. His eyes searched your face for something. “Tell me you wanna stay, and I'll take care of you for the rest of my goddamn life.”

You could feel your heart in your throat. “Kim Hongjoong, I want you.”

The next breath you took was air, but everything afterward was him. He drew his lips over yours, soft and feather light. It was only a taste of what he wanted to offer you, but he was giving you space to move back if you wished. Even now, he gave you a choice. But if he was bourbon, and this was a sip, you were as good as addicted.

You exhaled into him, pressing your lips against his in silent words that spoke volumes.

His fingers squeezed your side, confident hand guiding you backwards by one step, two—until the edge of the desk dug into your back. His brows furrowed as he seared his kiss into you and your head tilted to accommodate him. Every second he wasted without his lips on yours, he made up for now. He held you like you were his, kissed you like you made him whole.

All the wanting, the aching… it all culminated into this. Something heavy, but something that could be held between the two of you.

When you both pulled away, your chests heaving for air, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, noses close enough to touch. No breath wasted; only ever his and yours. After all this time—

“Sometimes,” he muttered so close to your lips, you could taste his words, “I think I would have always ended up in that bar, one way or another.”

It took you a moment to realize he was talking about the one on Fifth. The warmth from his gaze, his skin, his touch… there went all of your inhibitions. “I thought you didn't believe in fate?” you mused, practically breathless.

Hongjoong hummed. “I don't,” he said, “but I like to think that if things were different, we would have still met. And my plans that night, whatever they were, would have changed as soon as I saw you.”

You couldn't string together a coherent response, but there was this awfully fond gaze on his face that made your heart pound harder. Fuck, maybe I love you, you thought.

You were hopeless—you both were. The emotion was building up in your chest, and you couldn't force it down. It was spilling, spilling, spilling over; until all you could do was grab him and kiss him again.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER.

You could always overhear Ethan and Perry's conversations from the register. One might think they learned to quiet their big mouths every once in a while, but that simply had yet to compute in their minds. It wasn't like you were about to tell them to quiet down; it made your job a whole lot easier.

“They say wherever she goes, he's probably not far behind.”

“Well, who is she then?”

You exhaled under your breath as you swept out from behind the bar countertop and made your way over to an abandoned table. The patrons who were just here left their drained glasses and napkins, and you deftly piled them onto your tray to take into the kitchen.

For the past month or so, you were stuck working at this hole in the wall. It was down south, on the westernmost edge of Hala Town's famed east corner; the edge of all the action, really. But if you had learned anything over the past year, it was that no matter where you were, people talked.

You passed by a bus boy's cart just before you reached the back doors, and deposited your load.

“Hey, Dove!”

You lifted your head and adjusted the pencil tucked behind your ear. “Yeah, Perry, what's up?”

Perry leaned over the bartop. With traffic through the joint having slowed considerably, he was far too bored. “You ever heard of this storm bird chick? I figured since you're named after a bird, you might know her.” He chuckled at his own joke, hitting Ethan's arm with the back of his hand.

With a raise of your brow, you carried on to wipe down some of the tables. “No idea,” you drawled with easy nonchalance. Talk did spread, but that didn't mean it spread well. You were counting on hearing a few other things though.

Yunho had gotten word from one of his undercover informants about a month ago to keep an eye on this place. You couldn't see the importance at the onset, but you supposed any place could be the place.

With the ghosts of Strictland's past leadership officially booted off this mortal coil, you and Ateez were left killing a Hydra. Your job? Smoke out the snakes hiding in the brush.

Though, as much as you enjoyed helping the family with taking out the trash, you couldn't wait to get back to the Shipwreck. Working at places like this reminded you of how lucky you were.

As you continued on with your duties, you caught sight of a figure seated in one of the corner booths. He had been here for a little over half an hour now, angled in a way where the shadows clung to his features just right. If you glanced at him once or twice, you would be able to see his features well enough to identify him, let alone remember him.

He wore a newsboy cap over his face, casting another shadow over his eyes. Ethan nor Perry had paid him any mind.

You walked over toward his table and leaned your hip against it. “You sure I can't get you something, love?”

Half of his smile peeked out of the shadows, and he lifted his head just enough so you could catch his wink. “Surprise me, sweetheart.”

“Whatever you say,” you mused, wandering back over to the bar.

You tuned back into Ethan and Perry's conversation. Half of the time, they only blabbed about the latest sports broadcast, anyway; but occasionally, they said things that piqued your interest.

“—know they're acquiring them, right?”

Thank God your ears couldn't perk up like a dog's. “Hey, can I get three fingers of bourbon neat for the guy back there?” you asked, leaning your forearms over the bar.

Ethan nodded at you and turned toward the liquors. “Sure, gimme a second—you were saying? What do you mean they're acquiring them?”

“That’s just what I mean! It's like they're buying them out to get sole leadership, I dunno. Except, they're not buying; they're… y'know…” Perry made a slicing motion across his neck just as Ethan passed you the bourbon you asked for.

“Thanks,” you muttered, taking the drink slowly.

“Why? To establish dominance?”

You took your time walking back toward Hongjoong.

“Well, yeah. If you wanna have a chance at taking out the Captain, you have to be ruthless. That guy is like, unkillable.”

When you reached your desired booth, you set the glass down in front of him. “I think you're only here because guys like them keep calling you 'unkillable’ and 'untouchable,’” you jested, crossing your arms over your chest with an ill-concealed smile.

“That's not true,” he protested half-heartedly. Hongjoong knocked the bourbon back in an easy swig, and he slid out of the booth to stand up. You could see his face much better now. There was a smirk settled there, a canine poking out as he licked the remaining bourbon from his lips. “Maybe I'll return this glass to them while I'm over there.”

“Don't twist their arms too hard. They're kind of funny,” you said to him.

“Dove, they might want to kill me.”

You cocked your head to the side in mock thoughtfulness. “I thought you were unkillable?”

His smirk widened. “Doesn't stop anyone from trying.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you to him before stealing a kiss (for “good luck,” he always claimed). “I love you, but go wait in the car.”

“Love you, too. Don't make me wait too long.”

Hongjoong began walking in the direction of the bar as you went toward the exit. He cracked his knuckles through his gloves, clocking the size and stature of each man and how best to make them talk. “This should be fun,” he muttered to himself.

It was time for him to go to work.

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a/n: and that's the end! thank you for tuning into this endeavor of mine — i've always wanted to see a mafia au through, not to mention an extremely long-form fic like this 😅 really, this tested my nerve, patience, skills, brainpower, and willpower (some of those def overlap), and i'm very happy to say that i was able to see this project through. this has actually been a draft of mine for over a year, but i lost motivation after writing some of chapter five before picking it up again during IOMT era. ig i'm just glad i didn't lose all hope with it haha

thanks again for reading, from those who came back each week for the new chapter drop to those who are binging the series in one fell swoop. pls remember to reblog if you enjoyed reading it tho, and tell me what u think! 💖

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velvetharmonies · 5 months ago

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intro

Hey guys, I'm matthew and I'm somewhat of a new writer (at least in this app). seeing the lack of mlm kpop fics I thought "why not I go write them myself instead" so I will write mlm for male kpop idols for now, but eventually other fandoms as well! requests are closed for now, but will be open once i've published about 10 works (and if they do well i guess).

I will write for the following groups: tws , boynextdoor , nct (mainly nct wish) , cravity , the boyz , zb1 , and kickflip

req rules

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED!!!

- No smut, I am not comfortable writing smut nor would I be able to pull smut off successfully

- No female character/idol x male reader

- No fem reader, gn is fine

- no problematic themes such as rape, incest, pedophilia

- be nice in the comments, though constructive criticism about my works is fine

masterlist

tws

shin junghwan/shinyu

nothing here yet!

kim dohoon

nothing here yet..

choi youngjae

nothing here yet...

hanjin/han zhen

nothing here yet..

han jihoon

nothing here yet..

lee kyungmin

nothing here yet..

boynextdoor

park sungho

dear soulmate - coming soon!

lee sanghyeon/riwoo

nothing here yet...

myung jaehyun

nothing here yet...

han dongmin/taesan

nothing here yet...

kim donghyun/leehan

nothing here yet...

kim woonhak

nothing here yet...

cravity

park serim

nothing here yet...

allen ma

nothing here yet...

koo jungmo

nothing here yet...

seo woobin

nothing here yet...

ham wonjin

nothing here yet...

kang minhee

nothing here yet...

song hyeongjun

nothing here yet...

kim taeyoung

nothing here yet...

ahn seongmin

nothing here yet...

the boyz

lee sangyeon

nothing here yet...

jacob bae

nothing here yet...

kim younghoon

nothing here yet...

lee jaehyun/hyunjae

nothing here yet...

lee juyeon

nothing here yet...

kevin moon

nothing here yet...

choi chanhee/new

nothing here yet...

ji changmin/q

nothing here yet...

ju haknyeon

nothing here yet...

kim sunwoo

nothing here yet...

eric sohn

nothing here yet...

zb1

kim jiwoong

coming soon!

zhang hao

nothing here yet...

sung hanbin

nothing here yet...

seok matthew

nothing here yet...

kim taerae

nothing here yet...

shen quanrui/ricky

nothing here yet...

kim gyuvin

nothing here yet...

park gunwook

nothing here yet...

han yujin

nothing here yet...

kickflip

lee kyehoon

nothing here yet...

mitsuyuki amaru

nothing here yet...

lee donghwa

a day for you - coming soon!

jang juwang

nothing here yet...

kim minje

nothing here yet...

okamoto keiju

nothing here yet...

lee donghyeon

nothing here yet...

nct wish

oh sion

nothing here yet...

maeda riku

nothing here yet...

tokuno yushi

mr blue sky - coming soon!

kim daeyoung/jaehee

nothing here yet...

hirose ryo

nothing here yet...

fujinaga sakuya

nothing here yet...

xlov

umut tursun/wumuti tuerxun

nothing here yet...

chen kwanjui/rui

nothing here yet...

kato haru

nothing here yet...

kim jinhyung/hyun

nothing here yet...

close your eyes

jeon minwook/j-min

nothing here yet...

majingxiang

nothing here yet...

jang yeojun

nothing here yet...

kim sungmin

nothing here yet...

song seungho

nothing here yet...

sakurada kenshin

nqothing here yet...

seo kyoungbae

nothing here yet...

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blueblossomcherry · 2 months ago

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MASTERLIST ❀ tws

🩵 ——— we face it all together

▫️ my works (x f reader) mdni

▫️ layout ib @bbokvhs

TWS

Shin Junghwan

▫️Afternoon Embrace

Kim Dohoon

▫️Coming Soon…

Choi Youngjae

▫️Coming Soon…

Han Zhen

▫️Coming Soon…

Han Jihoon

▫️Our Rhythm

Lee Kyungmin

▫️Coming Soon…

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02tyunz · 2 years ago

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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 welcome to… 8turn masterlist ! 🦷

MOON JAEYUN

the summer we lost ! (smau)

JI MYUNGHO

nothing yet … !

YANG MINHO

nothing yet … !

CHO YOONSUNG

nothing yet … !

JUNG HAEMIN

nothing yet … !

CHO KYUNGMIN

nothing yet … !

LEE YUNGYU

nothing yet … !

LEE SEUNGHEON

nothing yet … !

#8turn #8turn fluff #8turn smau #8turnrise #jaeyun x reader #kpop smau #lee seungheon #cho yoonsung #cho kyungmin #yang minho #ji myungho #moon jaeyun #jung haemin #lee yungyu #8turn x reader

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slytherinshua · 2 years ago

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　　　tws masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　shinyu

just us two (req)

genre: academic rivals to lovers. mutual pining. fluff. lil angst. | wc: 2.4k.

misunderstood kiss (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 1k.

us, for the rest of our life (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 651.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　dohoon

your racing thoughts

genre: hurt/comfort. | wc: 556.

handle with care (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 603.

　　　　youngjae

eros & psyche (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. greek mythology au. | wc: 593.

good morning (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 658.

　　　　hanjin

memento (req)

genre: fluff. highschool au. | wc: 547.

　　　　jihoon

hit reset (req)

genre: fluff. comfort. | wc: 896.

just like you (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 452.

　　　　kyungmin

spoon-fed (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: sickfic. | wc: 644.

　　　　other

beach dates with tws ! (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 614.

pet names/nicknames they call you (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 548.

it's a prank ! (req)

↳ how tws react to you pranking them. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 640.

tws as boyfriends (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 2.2k.

can't shake this jealousy (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ how your boyfriend reacts when another guy flirts with you. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 1k.

tws as love tropes (req)

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 2k.

sweet night (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ how your boyfriend reacts when you can't sleep. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 612.

how tws hug (req)

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 234.

you, clouds, rain (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ tws coming home after a tiring day. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. comfort. headcanons. | wc: 714.

handholding with tws (req)

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 200.

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hwa-ae · 1 year ago

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╰┈➤ 이경민, Kyungmin

↳ Fluff ☁️

: ̗̀⇢ ˗ˏˋ bsf kyungmin! ࿐ྂ sfw!

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tanghuyuj · 5 months ago

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bf texts w/ kyungmin!

pairing: non-idol or idol!kyungmin x fem!reader ; genre: fluff ; warnings: reader is a skip and loafer fan (yes i was projecting), nothing else / @kstrucknet !

maia’s note: i luv kyungmin so much he’s too cute 😭😭 i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile i just finally decided to post it lol! likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!! 🤎

please do not repost, copy, or translate.

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pandacherryblossoms · 17 days ago

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⋆.˚ MLT Have a Daddy Kink - 8Turn ˚.⋆

Request

Genre: Suggestive MDNI 18+

Warnings: Daddy kink, Dom/Sub dynamics, Sexual Implications

Most

Minho

Yungyu

Myungho

Haemin

Kyungmin

Jaeyun

Yoonsung

Least

Minho lives for control, and hearing “daddy” come out of your mouth feeds every part of his ego. It makes him smirk, makes him rougher, and absolutely flips his switch. The second you say it, he’s all in—“Say it again. Louder.”

Yungyu gets off on the power dynamic it gives him. Even if he teases at first, once it becomes part of the way you respond to him? He gets obsessed. He likes hearing you say it when you’re desperate or a little scared of how good he’s wrecking you.

He’s smooth and composed, but hearing you whimper “daddy” gets under his skin in the best way. Myungho won’t force it—but if you call him that naturally? He absolutely thrives on it, especially when paired with submission.

Haemin’s not a “call me daddy” type right away, but once he hears it once, it awakens something in him. He’ll act calm about it, but the way he grips your thighs tighter the next time says everything. The kink grows on him.

A little shy about it at first—but if you bring it up or say it in the heat of the moment, Kyungmin’s brain short-circuits in the best way. He might even ask you to say it again, all breathless and cocky after seeing your reaction. It’s new to him, but he likes it.

Jaeyun is more dominant than he lets on, but “daddy” isn’t necessarily what he craves hearing. He’d find it amusing or hot in the moment, but it’s not a major kink for him. He’s into the control—just not the label.

He’s not into being called “daddy” at all. Yoonsung will own the room, manhandle you, degrade you—but the moment you call him that? He’s probably pausing like “Seriously?” He’d prefer names that sound rougher, sexier, or even a bit disrespectful.

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saturnznct · 5 years ago

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nct 127 react to their child getting a bad grade

➸ request from anon: how would 127 react to their child bringing home a bad grade?

➸ note: this took so long to write omg but i hope you like it!! i tried to make a variety of situations here so i hope that i did well and represented each one correctly !!

➸ word count: 2121 words

➸ eunbi; aged 5, jude; aged 14, akane; aged 14, amelia & alissa; aged 14, kyungmin; aged 13, jaesang; aged 15, lucas; aged 4, dalgun; aged 14

nct masterlist

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Lee Taeyong:

‘Hello beautiful,’ Taeyong greets you as he walks through the door, pecking your cheek.

‘Hi Yongie,’ you grin, ‘how was work?’

‘Okay, kind of stressful.. we recorded some of the new album but the normal sound tech was sick-‘

‘Oh no,’ you pout.

‘Where’s Eunbi?’ Taeyong asks, looking around the entrance of your house for your daughter, ‘she always runs down the stairs when she hears the door open.’

‘She’s a bit upset,’ you warn, ‘got her report card back and she hasn’t done as well as she hoped.’

Taeyong sighs. Eunbi is always like this, a bit of a perfectionist while also wallowing when things don’t exactly go her way.

‘I’ll go and speak to her, ok? You should sit down and rest, and I’ll come to bed once I speak to her,’ Taeyong affectionately rubs your bump which held your growing twins.

‘M’kay,’ you hum, yawning while making your way to your bedroom.

‘Bee?’ Taeyong asks, poking his head around the door to see Eunbi hunched over a book.

‘Oh.. hi daddy,’ she mutters, ‘I’m just reading.’

‘Mama told me that you’re disappointed with some of your grades.’

‘It’s just… in maths. I try so hard but I always get Ds in all of the tests.’

‘I’ll tell you what Bee… how about we get you a tutor? They can come over and help you with your maths.’

‘Really?’ Eunbi asks, eyes widening slightly, ’that would be nice.’

‘Yeah, Bee, me and mama will sort it out for you. Please don’t worry too much, ok? You’re only young, you have time to get better.’

’Thank you dad.’

‘You’re welcome Bee. Remember, I love you.’

Johnny Suh:

‘Oh God, oh no,’ Jude mutters to himself as he hears his father ascending the stairs, getting closer and closer to his room.

It was close to his exams, about five or six months away, and in order to prepare him and his classmates for them, they had all gone through a series of mock exams.

Jude had failed all of his science exams.

‘Hey buddy,’ Johnny greets, ‘did you get your mock exam results today?’

‘….yes,’ Jude murmurs, trying to avoid his father’s gaze.

‘How did you do?’

‘Uh…’

‘You can tell me…’

‘I passed most of them.. except science. I failed miserably.’

‘Miserably?’

‘I don’t even want to tell you how bad I failed.’

Johnny sighs deeply, flopping his tired body down onto the bottom of Jude’s bed.

‘What are you gonna do about it?’ Johnny asks.

‘Revise…’

‘Good man,’ Johnny claps him on the back, trying his hardest to be an encouraging supportive dad, albeit being a bit awkward.

‘I’m sorry,’ Jude mumbles.

‘As long as your grades improve, then we can just consider this a one off.’

Nakamoto Yuta:

It was a rare day, in the sense that Yuta’s only responsibility was to pick up Akane from school. It was nearing summer, so both you and Yuta were waiting for the day your oldest daughter came home with the slip of card.

Yuta sees the way Akane’s face lights up when she notices his car, schoolbag flying behind her as she runs.

‘Dad!’ She yells, hugging him across the console.

‘Hi angel,’ he grins, ‘how was your day?’

‘It was okay,’ she shrugs, ‘I got my report card and...’

‘Can I see?’

‘Uh-‘ Akane fishes the card out from the front pocket of her bag, pursing her lips anxiously as she hands it to Yuta.

‘An A in art!’ He exclaims, ‘I’m so proud. I guess all those copic markers and paints were worth it… an A in Japanese as well-‘

‘Did you not see my biology grade?’ Akane cuts in, surprised that her father isn’t scolding her for the D grade.

‘Well… I’d like it if you could study a little more, well I guess that’s what I’m supposed to say, but I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you thought.’

‘Oh. I was worried you would be.’

’I’ve told you this time and time again. Your grades don’t define you. They’re just stupid letters. I know you’re one of the most talented kids among your class.’

‘Really?’

‘Of course you are Kans… come on, I’ll treat you to some ice cream.’

Jung Jaehyun:

You should’ve known. Having twins meant that no matter what, they would always be compared by someone, whether it’s consciously or not.

Alissa and Amelia were incredibly similar, both pretty and girly, but they also had some differences. One being that Amelia was far more academic, opting to spend time studying over going out with friends like Alissa.

So naturally, when Amelia did better than Alissa in the end of year exams, you weren’t sure who to talk to first.

‘Ah well done Ahyoung!’ Jaehyun’s mother praised Amelia, who smiled happily, ’straight As!’

‘I swear to God, if one more person feels the need to talk about how great Amelia is I may throttle them,’ Alissa grumbles, folding her arms tightly and rolling her eyes.

‘Just endure it,’ Jaehyun reassures her, ‘you know your grandma will shut up about it eventually.’

You can tell that she’s extremely bothered by the attention on Amelia, but you decide to leave her be for now as to not to cause a scene or make Amelia feel bad.

But later, you and Jaehyun both gently knock on her bedroom door, opening it after she gives you her blessing.

‘Hi Lissa,’ you smile, ‘how are you feeling?’

‘I’m okay…’ she shrugs, ‘it’s just hard not being as naturally good at everything like she is.’

‘You’re both great at different things,’ Jaehyun responds, ‘you still passed all of your exams, you did really well, and we’re both going to let you both have equally nice treats each.’

Alissa sniffs.

‘And if you really really want to up your grades, you could spend some more time studying,’ you suggest, ‘we’ll help you in anyway that you need us to.’

’Thank you mumma/momma,’ Alissa murmurs, allowing you both to give her loving hugs.

‘Come on, love, get dressed,’ Jaehyun says, ‘we’re going to go and have a nice celebratory dinner, no grades or exams mentioned.’

‘Is it a buffet?’

You laugh at Alissa’s bluntness, ‘yes, it is a buffet.’

Kim Doyoung:

Doyoung expected better from Kyungmin. He’d hoped that his previous bad grades had inspired him to make more effort this time, but no.

Ds and Fs across the board.

‘Kyungmin, I really don’t know what you want me to do anymore. I know that you can do better than this.’

Kyungmin stays silent, seemingly deciding to just take your lectures.

‘I don’t know what I need to do to make you want to study,’ you sigh in defeat, ‘I don’t want to force you, but…’

For the first time you see tears begin to form in Kyungmin’s eyes, and suddenly he’s cowering under your gaze.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I do so terribly in the exams because I can’t read the words…’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I can’t read them… they’re just a blur and the letters like move around.’

You and Doyoung exchange a look.

‘Kyungmin… I’m sorry that we never noticed you struggling.’

‘I never mentioned it,’ he shrugs, evading eye contact.

‘I wish you had…’ you mumble, feeling a wave of guilt over the fact that your son was clearly suffering and you had no idea.

‘I’m sorry,’ Doyoung says, leaning down and engaging his son in a loving hug, ‘we’ll make an appointment for you, and you can talk to us about it a it more if you want okay?’

‘Yeah, I would like that. Thank you, Dad. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier.’

‘It’s okay Kyungmin. I’m just glad that we can help you now.’

Kim Jungwoo:

‘Kim Jaesang,’ Jungwoo announces, a bit like a game show host. He’s holding Jaesang’s report card in between his fingers, while both you and your oldest son wait for him to read out his grades.

‘You got a B in computing.’

‘Really?’ Jaesang’s eyes widen, clearly surprised.

‘That’s so great!’ You praise, knowing how much he struggled to get that grade in such a difficult subject.

‘All that studying actually paid off,’ Jaesang sighs in relief, a faint smile spreading across his face.

‘But you got a D in English.’

‘Oh,’ Jaesang’s smile drops, causing your own face to soften at his sadness.

‘It’s okay, Jae,’ you rub his back, ‘you’ve worked so hard this term.’

‘I know… I just don’t want to disappoint either of you. Especially since-‘

‘No, Jae,’ Jungwoo interrupts, ‘don’t say that. You haven’t disappointed us at all. We’re just happy that you tried your best.’

‘Really?’ He squeaks, surprised.

You see him flush pink when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him so that this head is laying in your neck.

‘We’re incredibly proud of you, Jaesang… you work so hard, we couldn’t have asked for a better son.’

Jungwoo nods, joining in your hug on the other side.

‘Tell you what buddy, I’ll let you get a new game. Whatever you want.’

‘Thank you, Dad. I love you both so much.’

‘We love you too,’ you mumble, kissing his cheek, much to his embarrassment.

‘Mum/Mom, stop it!’

Mark Lee:

‘It’s okay, it’s okay, Lu, calm down.’

It’s not the first time your son has come home from school in hysterics. Only Mark is at home, having already picked Lucas up from school.

The one year-old Noah looks concerned from his playmat, put carries on trying to fit his entire first in his mouth anyway.

Mark is crouching down, holding the sobbing Lucas in his arms.

‘The mean kid… he said that I was stupid.’

‘But you’re not,’ Mark insists, rubbing his back in a soothing rhythm, heart shattering at Lucas’ words.

‘Just because I got a D in the science test.’

‘I know that you tried your best,’ Mark replies, ‘I really struggled with science too.’

‘Really?’ Lucas lisps, tears still falling quickly down his face.

‘Yeah, Lu. And you won’t be the only one who didn’t do well. This just means that when the next test comes around, you can study really really hard so you can show him who’s boss.’

Lucas giggles.

‘I’ll study real hard,’ he nods, ‘would you help me though?’

‘I’ll always be here to help you.’

Lee Donghyuck:

‘Eh, I don’t care.’

‘Donghyuck!’ you cry, making him jump.

‘What?’ he squeaks, seemingly surprised at your objection.

Your oldest, Dalgun, sits on the couch between you, shoulders hunched over while you both bicker.

In short, he got a bad grade in one of his classes, and you and Donghyuck have different ways of dealing with it.

‘You shouldn’t be encouraging him!’ You argue, ‘you’re supposed to inspire him to do better!’

‘It’s only a start of year maths test!’

‘Mum/Mom. I promise I’ll do much better next time.’

‘You’d better do better next time, Lee Dalgun. Anyway, I’m going to go and take a shower, then I’ll start on dinner for you and your sister.’

You get up, still completely stone faced, leaving the room and heading up the stairs, making soft thudding noises.

‘I was shit at maths too,’ Donghyuck announces once you’re out of earshot.

‘Don’t sweat it kid,’ he claps him on the back, ‘you’re still young, you have time. A little bit of studying wouldn’t hurt though.’

‘I will, Dad.’

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