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[blniight]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ⋆ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

outlaw!ateez x original female character

synopsis : fights doesn’t always happen in the ring, sometimes you take them home.

content : ateez outlaw au, inspired by the world ep. 2 : outlaw

warning : drugs, alcohol, smut ( 18+ MDNI ), language, murder, dark topics will be mentioned in the story ahead.

a/n : this is the second chapter of the series. masterlist is currently in the making. thank you so much for the support on this. if you want to be added to the taglist, check the pinned post on my account until i make the one for this series only. enjoy <3

𓂃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 — blood in the water

˗ˏˋ previous ˎˊ˗

The thing about late-night cravings was that they always came with a certain kind of routine.

The neighborhood was quiet, too clean, too predictable. But the Blue Bird Delivery app — cheap, fast, and always open past midnight, was her saving grace.

“ Delivery! “

Opening the door, Areum greeted the delivery guy again, handing him the money for the delicious smelling food.

She didn’t think much of the delivery guy at first. He didn’t speak much. Just a curt nod, eyes downcast, package in hand. Always fast. Always efficient.

He never took the elevator. Always the stairs. She knew because she’d hear the soft thuds of his boots disappearing down the emergency stairwell before the door even clicked shut behind her.

And just like that, he was gone.

Down on the street, he moved like a shadow— one more faceless delivery driver in a city that never slept. He slid onto his beat-up electric bike, thumbed a button, and disappeared between alleyways too narrow for cars, cutting through the cracks in the city like he belonged there.

Eventually, he parked four blocks away, out of sight from the street, where his other motorbike waited for the owner.

Yeosang undid the strap on his delivery bag before shrugging out of his vest. Layer by layer, the delivery guy disappeared.

Underneath, he was already dressed for the night — black combat pants tucked into scuffed boots, a fitted long-sleeve shirt hidding behind the black leather jacket that he zipped up.

He folded the discarded clothing neatly, tucked it behind the dumpster, and pulled on black padded gloves. The kind meant for holding weapons, not food orders. Then, he swung a leg over his bike and started the engine with a low growl.

By the time he reached the lot behind the abandoned print shop, the others were already there.

“ Late. “ a deep voice echoed.

“ Delivery. “ Yeosang answered, kicking down his stand and pulling off his helmet.

“ Same stop as last week? Girl must be cute. “

Yeosang didn’t look at him. Didn’t even blink. “ You need me or not, Seonghwa? “

The name landed sharp in the quiet. The others didn’t dare to comment.

Seonghwa arched a brow. “ Don’t get twitchy. “

“ I’m just saying. “ Yeosang said, tone flat, “ If we’re wasting time tonight, I’d rather go back to doing something useful. “

Seonghwa stared at him for a moment, then nodded, like he was deciding to let something go.

“ We’re heading to the Chili Peppers. Back entrance. Hongjoong’s inside waiting. “

“ Tch. That guy again… “ one of the others muttered, kicking at the gravel. “ Why’s it always some weird after-hours meeting with him? “

“ Because Hongjoong doesn’t talk during business hours. “ Seonghwa said.

Yeosang mounted his bike again. “ Let’s get it over with. “

The four of them started their engines, falling into a familiar rhythm — no headlight, no noise beyond the low growl of tuned machines. They rode fast, tight, slicing through the veins of the city like something alive.

Sound of metal scraping against concrete echoed under the half-open garage door. A wrench clattered, a beat-up radio crackled in the corner, and the low hum of a fan barely stirred the heavy scent of oil, rubber, and rust.

Areum wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, grease smudging across her skin. “ You sure this thing isn’t just begging to be put out of its misery? “

Yunho looked up from under the hood of a battered muscle car, one hand braced against the frame. “ It’s a classic. “ he grunted. “ It just needs someone who gives a damn. “

“ That sounds like something you say about stray dogs… “ she muttered, crouching beside a tool tray.

He gave a dry chuckle but didn’t argue.

Outlaw Customs was more than just a garage. It was a ghost in motion — one their father had started long before they could even walk. The kind of place where engines spoke louder than people. After their mom passed, it had become their dad’s second home.

Then, it became Yunho’s.

She remembered visiting once as a kid. The scent of gasoline on her father’s jacket. The grease stains he’d never quite get off his fingers. He’d lift her onto the counter while Yunho handed him tools like it was life or death. They’d seemed untouchable back then. Whole.

That illusion didn’t last.

Their mom had died fast — cancer, silent and brutal killer. She was gone before Areum could even hold a full memory of her. After that, it was just their dad, doing his best to raise two kids while working a badge.

He was a detective. One of the good ones. And three years ago, he was killed for it.

Officially, it was a “case gone wrong.” A drug raid, the file had said. A warehouse in the east district. But the details never sat right with Yunho — and the people he trusted most were the ones who stopped asking questions.

The case was shelved. Not solved.

Areum spent most of her life in their aunt’s cramped apartment, only seeing Yunho during holidays or rare weekends off. But after she graduated high school, Yunho — fresh into the force, badge still bright, opened the door for her. Literally.

She moved into his apartment. He kept Outlaw Customs alive on his days off. Said it was “the only part of dad he could still fix.“

Areum never said it aloud, but sometimes she thought the same.

Yunho pushed back from the car and wiped his hands on a rag, glancing at her. “ You spacing out again? “

“ Thinking. “ she said.

“ Dangerous. “ he teased, tossing the rag at her head. She caught it midair with a glare.

“ Shut up. “

A small silence passed — comfortable, mostly. Then Yunho walked toward the wall rack, grabbing a socket wrench.

“ You ever think about him? “ she asked, not looking at him.

“ Every time I open this place. “ he said without hesitation.

The fan clicked in the corner. Something heavy shifted in Areum’s chest.

She stood, stretching her back with a groan. “ Alright, what’s next? “

He looked at her, brow lifted. “ You volunteering to help again? What happened to you trying to avoid responsibility? “

“ Just trying to make sure this junkyard you love doesn’t fall apart. “ she said, already walking to the parked motorbike next to the car. “ And besides— “

She stopped mid-sentence, brow tightening as something caught her eye on the edge of the nearby toolbox. A crooked, matte-black sticker, half-peeled and fraying at the corners.

‘ K-Hot Chili Peppers ‘

It wasn’t familiar, but it felt out of place.

She nodded toward it. “ That new? “

Yunho glanced at it over his shoulder. “ Some guy left his bike last week for brake work. Sticker was already on it when he rolled in. Guess he slapped one on the toolbox while I wasn’t looking. “

Areum stared at it for a second longer.

“ Guy said almost nothing. Helmet on the whole time, didn’t even take off his gloves. Paid in cash, real twitchy. I figured he was just another street racer trying to avoid fines. “

Areum looked back at the sticker.

She didn’t know why it sat wrong in her stomach — like a whisper just outside of hearing.

But then again, in this city, weird was normal.

Areum moved to turn away, to shove the thoughts back where they belonged, but her feet hesitated.

She glanced back at the bike, and this time, really looked.

The thing sat heavy and quiet under the flickering garage lights. There was nothing remarkable about it to someone else, just another street build with custom handlebars and a blacked-out finish. But to her, it looked like it had teeth.

Her mind pulled up the image before she could stop it. Flashes of last night behind her eyes. The cage lights. The roar of the crowd. Blood soaking into the mat. And him — Mars, unmoving as the other guy gasped on the floor.

Areum swallowed hard.

There was something about the posture of the bike. The way it rested like it had been dropped here, not parked. The way the dust hadn’t fully settled on it, like it was never still for long.

It felt like him.

She didn’t know his name. Didn’t want to. But standing there in the quiet hum of the garage, staring at this bike, she had the awful, sinking feeling that the night she saw him in the ring wasn’t the last time he’d show up in her life.

But she strangely didn’t complain much about it.

In fact, she wanted to see him again.

And that’s exactly what happened that same night.

Yunho tightened his belt buckle, then glanced back at Areum, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling through her phone.

“ Areum… “ His voice was quiet, almost hesitant. “ Please… don’t go out tonight. Not again. “

She looked up, surprised, meeting the worry in his eyes.

“ I know you’re not a kid… “ he said softly, “ But last night… I didn’t like the idea of you being out there with Wooyoung and San. It’s dangerous. You don’t have to prove anything. “

Areum swallowed, the usual fire in her chest softening.

“ I’m not asking you to stay inside forever. “ he added. “ Just… tonight. For me. Please. “

She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “ Okay. I won’t go out. “

Yunho’s shoulders eased, and he gave her a small, grateful smile before finally turning to leave.

As the door clicked shut behind Yunho, Areum sank back onto the couch, the quiet settling around her like a soft weight.

She should probably let Wooyoung know they can’t hang out tonight.

But before she could, her phone buzzed first.

wooyoo 🧨 :

get ready hot stuff

your crush is fighting tonight 11pm

you don’t want to miss this

no rules

She stared at the screen, heart flickering oddly.

Mars.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, wanting to type back a quick “can’t tonight,” but something twisted in her chest. The fight — Mars — that strange, dangerous pull. She wanted to see it all again, wanted to see him.

hot stuff 🔥 :

be there in 20

The weight of the decision settled over her, cold that nearly made her shiver.

Because even if Yunho was right — even if it was reckless — she knew there was no stopping what had already started.

The streets were quieter than usual as she walked, the familiar hum of the city’s underbelly pulsing just out of sight. The night air was sharp, a cool reminder that she didn’t belong in this world, and yet she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Familiar warehouse became clearer with each step she took towards it. Her heart pounding in her ears she felt like she was the one entering the ring, fighting for her life.

She slid inside, the smell of sweat, smoke, and anticipation washing over her. The dim lights flickered overhead as the crowd’s roar swelled with each brutal strike.

San was already waiting near the edge of the crowd, leaning casually against the cold concrete wall, arms crossed. Wooyoung stood beside him, eyes sharp, alert.

San caught sight of her and gave a low whistle. “ There she is. “

“ Told you she’d come to see her crush. “ Wooyoung teased.

“ I thought I was your crush? “ San pouted, puppy eyes locking on Areum.

“ I don’t have a crush on him. You said that I shouldn’t miss this so here I am. “ she said.

It was half the truth. She didn’t have crush on him, but his aura was inviting her in closer, like he was pulling the strings.

The lights in the warehouse dimmed suddenly, plunging the crowd into a tense hush before a single spotlight snapped on, illuminating the cage at the center of the room.

“ Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to tonight’s main event! “

The crowd surged, anticipation buzzing like electricity in the air.

“ And now… entering the cage — the shadow of the underground fight scene — Mars! “

From the side entrance, there he was. Areum’s heart nearly exploding as her eyes watched him enter the ring. He was without his black cloak now, shirtless, scars from previous fights visible on his chest and muscles. His gaze was cold, scanning the crowd with quiet confidence.

Until his eyes locked on her again.

Areum’s breath hitched. There is that stare he gave her the other night, but this time it felt more merciless, without empathy. He was ready to attack, to rip the pieces and feed himself some meet.

“ And his challenger, a fierce contender known for his brutal strikes and unyielding endurance… The Crusher! “

The Crusher emerged from the opposite side, a towering figure with scars mapping his arms and a roar that sent a ripple through the audience. His eyes locked on Mars with fierce determination.

The two fighters met in the center of the cage, tension thick enough to cut.

The referee raised his hand. “ No rules tonight. First to the ground loses. “

The crowd exploded as the bell rang.

The Crusher stormed forward, all bulk and fury, fists already flying. He was the kind of fighter who counted on sheer mass and intimidation — the kind that ended fights with brute force, not finesse.

Mars didn’t move at first.

He just stood there, still as a loaded gun, watching his opponent barrel toward him like a runaway train.

The first hit was wild — a hook meant to knock teeth loose. Mars sidestepped with surgical precision, his body angling just enough to let the punch sail past his jaw. He responded with a single, devastating elbow to the side of The Crusher’s neck.

The crowd roared.

The man grunted, staggering a step, but quickly recovered, throwing a flurry of punches. Mars ducked one, parried the next, absorbed a third with a tightened shoulder. His movements were tight, minimal — brutal without ever wasting energy.

Areum stood frozen against the side rail, San beside her, eyes locked on the cage. She barely breathed as the fight raged on.

Mars moved like he was built for violence.

The Crusher lunged again, this time aiming for the body. He landed a hit — a loud thud against Mars’s ribs — but Mars didn’t flinch. Instead, he grabbed the man’s wrist mid-swing, twisted it, and sent the bigger man slamming shoulder-first into the cage wall.

The metal rattled.

The man stumbled, growling as he turned back around. His lip was split. Blood dotted the floor beneath him. But his rage burned hotter now, red and reckless.

He charged again.

Mars met him halfway.

Their fists collided midair in a sickening crack. The Crusher landed a blow to Mars’s jaw — Mars returned with a sharp knee to the stomach, followed by an uppercut so clean that it sent the bigger man stumbling backward. The crowd was losing their minds, screaming, pounding the cage.

But then—

Mars paused.

Something in his eyes flickered — like instinct catching a shadow.

The Crusher was still hunched, panting hard. But one hand had dropped behind his thigh. His fingers worked quickly, too quickly, at the tape on his wrist.

Areum’s breath caught.

From under the wraps, something metallic flashed under the lights — curved, small, glinting like a fang.

A blade.

“ Shit— “ she hissed, heart leaping.

Mars saw it too.

He shifted, weight sliding back slightly, muscles tensing.

The announcer hadn’t noticed. The crowd hadn’t either — they were too caught up in the bloodlust, chanting for more violence.

But Areum knew something was wrong.

Her nails dug into the railing as she leaned forward, eyes locked on Mars.

The Crusher lunged — knife low, aimed straight for the ribs.

Mars twisted just in time. The blade grazed his side, not deep — but enough to draw blood.

Gasps erupted. One guy yelled, “ He’s got a knife! “ but the sound barely rose above the mayhem.

Before Mars could retaliate—

Everything went black.

The lights shut off like a switch had been yanked from the wall.

Darkness swallowed the warehouse whole.

Screams.

Shouts.

The roar of the crowd twisting into confusion.

And then—

BANG.

A gunshot.

Sharp. Deafening. Echoing over the chaos.

Areum froze. Her ears rang. Her body locked in place. She couldn’t see anything — only hear metal scraping, people shoving, someone crying out in pain. Feet stomped over broken glass.

Her hand trembled as she tried to back away from the railing—

And then a hand caught hers.

At first she thought it was Wooyoung, trying to pull her away from the mess and to bring her outside.

But the voice she heard definitely wasn’t Wooyoung’s.

“ You shouldn’t have come. “ the voice was low, strained, but steady.

She tried to say something — anything — but before the words came, he shoved something small and cold into her palm. Then, he grabbed her shoulder.

“ Run. Through the back. Don’t stop. “

He turned her toward the far door, his hand smearing blood across her arm as he pushed her toward safety.

Areum didn’t look back.

She ran.

The back exit groaned open just enough to squeeze through, and she burst into the cold night, lungs burning, sneakers slapping against wet pavement.

“ Areum! “

San’s voice cut through the darkness, headlights flashing as Wooyoung flung open the truck door.

“ Get in, now! “

She dove inside without a word, adrenaline pouring off her in waves.

The truck peeled off, tires screeching against the pavement. Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder. Areum’s hands shook as she looked down at what Mars had given her.

A blood-smeared metal blue feather chain.

And hanging from it — a key.

“ Okay, what the fuck just happened?! “ Wooyoung demanded, eyes wide as he tried to steady himself against the dashboard.

“ I didn’t know that no rules fights involve a damn knife, I thought it was just for fun… “ San said, trying to focus on the road, hands shaky as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Areum stared down at her arm, the one Mars grabbed. He left the bloody handprint on her wrist. “ He grabbed me…. Mars… He pulled me out… “

Wooyoung raised his eyebrow at her words. “ You have got to be fucking kidding me… “

“ That guy had a fucking knife… “ San couldn’t believe his own words.

Wooyoung shook his head, disbelief etched into every sharp line of his face. “ Since when do they let knives into the ring? That had to be a setup, has to be. “

“ Mars didn’t look surprised. “ San added tersely. “ He moved like he expected it. ”

“ Then the lights went out… “ Areum mumbled, her voice shaky.

“ And someone fucking shot the gun! “ Wooyoung’s voice raised in frustration and fear.

“ What kind of underground bullshit lets someone bring a weapon in like that? “ San questioned.

“ That’s exactly because it’s an underground bullshit. “ Wooyoung replied. I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit down there… but not like this. This felt… wrong. “

Silence of understandment followed. Anxiety pulsed through their bones, afraid that behind all of this that happened tonight was something more unpredictable coming at them.

Wooyoung whipped around again, the seatbelt straining across his chest. “ Out of everyone in that circus, why you? Why’d he pick you? “ he questioned. “ He has a crush on you too now, huh? “

“ I don’t know… “ she admitted, staring down at Mars’s bloody smear across her skin.

“ Did he tell you something? “

“ That I shouldn’t be here… “ Areum said, remembering the tone of Mars’ voice when he had found her.

San exhaled, long and shaky. “ Which means Mars is in deeper than we thought… and we’re in it now too. “

Wooyoung rubbed a hand over his face, frustration and fear mixing in his eyes. “ We lie low. No more fights, no more rings. Whatever that was tonight, it’s way above our pay‑grade. “

“ But the money— “

“ No money. We have to wait for a few days to pass. The fight location will change now that police is marking the warehouse as the crime scene. “ Wooyoung cut San off, sighing.

Areum barely heard him, her thoughts were still back in the dark, replaying the flash of a blade, the crack of a gun, and Mars’s low command: Run. She clenched her fist around the metal key he’d pressed into her palm, feeling its edges bite into her skin. She had no idea what the key was for, but since he gave it to her in that chaotic moment — it must mean a lot.

So much that she won’t tell Wooyoung and San she got it too.

San parked the truck in front of Areum’s building, the engine’s rumble fading into the night’s stillness.

Wooyoung opened the door for her. “ If you need anything, really anything, you call us, alright? No questions asked. “

San leaned forward from the driver’s seat, voice gentle but firm. “ We’ll catch up soon, okay? Maybe something less crazy than tonight. “

Areum managed a faint smile. “ I’d like that. “

Wooyoung winked at her before closing the truck doors. In just a few seconds they were out of the sight, leaving Areum with heavy thoughts and even heavier heart.

Steam curled up from the hot water as Areum stood under the shower, the sharp scent of soap mixing with the metallic sting lingering on her skin. She moved slowly, letting the water wash over her, trying to scrub away the cold traces of blood that clung stubbornly to her arms and hands.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the small key — its weight heavier now, burdened with meaning. She studied it for a moment under the running water, the metal glinting faintly before she wrapped it carefully in a clean towel.

Once the water was off and the steam began to fade, Areum dried herself and slipped into fresh clothes. She walked over to her small, worn jewelry box on the dresser and tucked the wrapped key inside, pressing it beneath a layer of old letters and photographs.

With careful steps she walked downstairs to the kitchen, her stomach growling from hunger. A quiet distraction from everything that happened tonight.

That didn’t last long.

The front door opened, slamming shut behind, so hard the frame shook. Areum peeked out of the kitchen. A dark bruise bloomed on Yunho’s jaw, his fists clenched tight.

“ You look like shit… “ she said lightly.

He didn’t smile. “ Where were you Areum? “

Oh shit…

“ Didn’t I fucking tell you not to leave the house and on top of it all you went out to the place that nearly got you killed?! “ he yelled angrily.

“ I’m sorry… “ she said, her voice small.

“ You went to the fights again. The warehouse under the train station. I was there until now, watching as they carried out the dead body only to be told that my little sister was present during the fight! “ Yunho pointed out, looking at her with eyes that could kill if they could.

“ You don’t understand Areum. I had people watching that place tonight. “ he explained. “ That place isn’t just some backroom brawl pit anymore. You think it’s about the fighting? It’s not. It’s about the money. The bodies. The disappearances that happened there. “

“ I didn’t do anything wrong Yunho and it’s not like that… “

“ You lied to me! “ he snapped. “ And yes it is like that. You think you’re safe San’s in the ring? Because Wooyoung’s mouthy enough to bluff his way out of a bad deal? Those people eat amateurs alive. You don’t understand what you’re walking into. “

Silence followed, Areum avoided his eyes.

Yunho’s eyes flickered with something unreadable before he turned away. “ I’ll be in the room if you need me. But don’t expect me to just sit here and watch you throw your life away. “

The front door closed behind him as he headed upstairs, leaving Areum standing alone in the dim hallway, her chest tight with regret and defiance.

In this game, there was no mercy. Only the strong survived when the water ran red.

Tonight, the tide had turned, taking Areum with it.

˗ˏˋ next ˎˊ˗

[blniight]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ⋆ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

outlaw!ateez x original female character

synopsis : the crowd roared, but all she heard was silence — until a stranger’s gaze pierced through the chaos. the gun was loaded, ready to fire.

content : ateez outlaw au, inspired by the world ep. 2 : outlaw

warning : drugs, alcohol, smut ( 18+ MDNI ), language, murder, dark topics will be mentioned in the story ahead.

a/n : this is the first chapter for this series, let me know if you want this to be a series and would you be interested in reading more. i have yet to make the masterlist for it and as the story moves forward i’ll add more warnings, let me know if i missed some. thank you for the support! <3

𓂃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 — the first shot

“ Delivery! “

She opened the door, greeted with a man hidden behind the tiffany blue helmet that matched his insulated vest.

He pulled up the black plastic glass, his dark brown eyes looking at her.

“ Good evening. “ his voice deep, muffled behind the heavy headpiece. “ That’d be 19.000₩. “

Nodding, she counted the money in her hand before handing it over to the guy, exchanging it with the plastic bag that he was holding.

“ Thank you. Enjoy your meal! “

“ Thank you. “ she said, watching for a second as he turned around to leave, huge bold letters printed on the back of his vest.

‘ Blue Bird Delivery ‘

And in a second the door closed, leaving Areum with a freshly made tteokbokki that she desperately needed to calm her hunger.

“ You know it’s not that hard to make that? You don’t have to order it every single time. Save up some money. “ The irritating voice of the only man in this household echoed through the kitchen as Areum sat down on one of the wooden polished chairs.

“ It’s my money that I’m paying with, not yours. Drop it. Don’t you have somewhere to be? “

Yunho looked up from his hands that were hastily fixing the buttons of his white shirt. “ Yes I do. And don’t stay up too late. I need your help in the garage tomorrow. “

“ Getting my hands dirty for your paycheck again I see… I don’t get payed enough for being your sister. “

Yunho gave her a half-hearted glance as he slung on his black utility jacket. His badge clipped to his belt caught a glint of the kitchen light.

“ Don’t open the door for anyone, and if you hear anything weird outside — call me, don’t be a hero. “

“ Yeah, yeah… “ Areum muttered, swirling the sauce around her tteokbokki with chopsticks. “ You say that like it’s not the same lecture every night. “

Yunho stopped at the door and looked back at her, his jaw clenched like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. Just gave a quick nod and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

Silence fell again, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of chopsticks against plastic. Areum chewed slowly, eyes unfocused, staring past the steaming food in front of her.

Her phone vibrated on the table.

wooyoo 🧨 :

tonight

another one @ the place, 11pm

don’t leave me w these freaks

Another buzz followed.

wooyoo 🧨 :

ur boy’s gonna get knocked out if u’re not here to scream at him

Areum sighed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and setting the half-eaten food aside. She didn’t reply immediately. Her thumb hovered over the screen.

She knew what Yunho would say if he found out. Knew the look he’d give her. Knew the lecture he’d have lined up about how “those two aren’t good for you, Areum.”

But just like every other time that happened — she’d continue doing things her own way.

hot stuff 🔥 :

you’re gonna get me killed

wooyoo 🧨 :

ur already late hot girl

wear something cute. san’s opponent has beefcake energy

hot stuff 🔥 :

be there in 20

She stood up and went to her room, tossing her phone on the bed as she pulled open the bottom drawer of her dresser.

She pulled on a black cropped tank top, tight enough to hug her waist. She paired it with high-waisted black leather pants, the kind that made her walk sharper. Over that, she threw on her favorite fitted moto jacket, worn at the edges and smelling faintly of smoke and vanilla perfume.

She checked herself in the mirror once —dark eyeliner still smudged perfectly from earlier in the day, lips tinted in a fading berry red, her hair tousled just enough to look like she didn’t care — which she didn’t.

The door clicked behind her just as quietly as it had when Yunho left. Only difference was, she wasn’t headed toward anything safe.

The city looks different at night.

Brighter, bolder… Like it’s trying to hide how dirty it really is. Neon lights buzz around every corner of the street. Motorbike’s engines scream through the peaceful silence of the night. It’s smells like sweat and smog.

Areum steps out of the nearly empty bus, arriving at the location.

The warehouse looms in the distance — rusted steel, broken windows, pulsing red light leaking through the cracks. There is a line at the door already, mostly men that screamed ‘danger’ with their looks.

She cuts past the crowd, slipping through the side like Wooyoung taught her.

Inside, it’s chaos.

The crowd pulsed around her like a living thing, hot with sweat, smoke and adrenaline. Sweaty bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Spotlights spinning over a rusted cage in the center of the room. Alcohol is spilling everywhere and someone in the corner is already bleeding and the fight hasn’t started yet.

“ Areum! “

She turns just as Wooyoung grabs her wrist and yanks her into the crowd. He’s wearing black-tinted sunglasses indoors on top of smoothly slicked hair that left a few strands fall messily over his eyes. “ San’s warming up. You missed the guy puking before him. Shame, it was cinematic. “

“ I shouldn’t be here… “ she mutters, eyes looking around the mess this space is.

“ Relax. Yunho is off doing cop stuff. You’re safe and we’ll bring you back home before he starts questioning. “

Safe. She doesn’t believe him. Not really.

Still, she lets him drag her forward, slipping past slick looking men. A few of them eye her, one even nods in recognition. Wooyoung glares him down.

The VIP booth glows almost gold at the small old balcony across the cage. There are a few men sitting, drinking, laughing about whatever goes on in their sick and twisted minds that led them to be here.

Areum swallows hard at the sight.

“ Did San agree to this fight? ��� she asks.

“ He doesn’t need to agree. “ Wooyoung says. “ He just needs to win. “

Areum stood at Wooyoung’s side near the edge of the crowd, the both of them tucked behind a stack of broken crates, far enough to stay out of the way but close enough to see San inside the ring — sweat slicking his collarbone, fists taped, smile already cracked wide and wild like he lived for the violence.

“ I swear to God, if he gets blood on those pants again. “ Areum muttered.

Wooyoung smirked. “ You love it. “

“ I like watching him win, not get beaten up to death. “ she corrected. “ It’s different. “

Before Wooyoung could clap back, the sound system gave a low, grainy crackle, followed by a hoarse voice announcing the next match.

“ Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets and say your prayers! Stepping into the ring tonight, the undefeated beast of the underground… Django! “

The crowd cheered loudly, San raising up from his chair in the right corner proudly, nodding his head at the public that was feeding his ego.

“ Facing off against Django tonight — new blood with something to prove! Give it up for Iron Jaw! “

The crowd roared for him but not in the way they did for San. They watched — curious, maybe even hopeful for a bloodbath.

Iron Jaw was all bulk. A thick-set man with a crooked nose that looked like it had been broken more times than he could count. He entered the cage, tattoos crawling up both arms, chest bare and gleaming with sweat under the lights.

He spat to the side, cracked his knuckles, and confidently walked forward to the center where the referee had invited both of them.

Once they were face to face, the man to the left smirked at San. “ Let’s dance, pretty boy. “ he muttered, voice rough and cocky.

But San just grinned wider.

The bell clanged.

San barely flinched as his opponent lunged forward with a snarl, all brute force and sloppy rage. Areum watched, arms crossed, jaw clenched as San ducked the first punch, letting it swing wide past his ear before slamming his elbow straight into the man’s ribs.

The crowd went wild.

“ Jesus… “ Areum muttered.

“ Hot, isn’t it? “ Wooyoung grinned, unbothered as blood splattered across the edge of the ring.

“ Disturbing. “ she corrected, though her eyes didn’t leave San for a second.

Back in the ring, Iron Jaw landed the first real hit — an elbow that cracked against San’s shoulder, sending him stumbling back.

“ He’s bigger. “ she muttered.

“ He’s slower. “ Wooyoung said, eyes sharp. “ San just needs to wear him down. “

San wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Blood.

Then he laughed.

It was fast after that. Iron Jaw tried to corner him with force, punches flying like bricks, but San was like wind, slipping just out of reach, ducking low, spinning around his opponent’s bulk and landing body shots like a drumbeat.

But even so… Iron Jaw didn’t fall.

He absorbed it all. Grunted. Swung again.

A fist caught San in the stomach, hard. His breath left in a sharp hiss, doubling him over just enough to get elbowed in the back.

He hit the mat.

For a terrifying moment, Areum thought it was over. San didn’t move. The crowd surged forward, screaming louder, almost feral.

Then he pushed up, slow, shaking. Blood dripping from his brow now. And that sick grin… it was still there.

“ Son of a bitch… “ Areum sighed in relief.

San lunged forward with renewed speed, weaving under Iron Jaw’s swing, slamming his knee into the man’s side. The hit finally staggered him. Another punch—this one across the face. A third. A fourth.

Iron Jaw swung wildly. Missed.

San planted his foot.

Spun.

And landed a roundhouse kick straight to the side of Iron Jaw’s jaw.

The crack echoed through the warehouse.

Iron Jaw dropped like a tower, flat on his back.

Referee’s voice echoing through the room, the numbers of counting down giving some bits of hope for the poor man on the floor to get up.

Silence.

Then chaos.

The bell clanged. San didn’t even raise his hands. He just stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild, as the ref pulled him back and a few men rushed in to drag Iron Jaw off the mat.

Wooyoung lunged forward, entering the ring, meeting into a tight hug with San as they screamed at each other excitedly.

Men…

They climbed out of the cage, walking over to the spot where Areum stood. Seeing her, San’s eyes went wide and in less than a second she was nearly tackled to the ground as the buff man hugged her tightly.

“ Oh my God you came! “

“ San you’re disgusting! “ Areum’s breath got stuck in her nostrils at the odor coming from San and his combination of sweat and blood.

“ Still undefeated. “ he panted, grin wide and eyes electric.

With Areum, San was almost like a restless child hiding scars behind the smile. His laughter came easy, eyes soft and wide, a fragile light in the dark world they both knew. He’d poke and prod with teasing fingers, but there was a boyish innocence to it, like he wanted to believe the world wasn’t always waiting to tear him apart.

But once he stepped into the cage, that light died. The boy vanished, replaced by a beast clawing free. His grin twisted sharp and wild, eyes burning with a hunger that had no mercy. Every move was ruthless, every punch a promise of pain. In the ring, San wasn’t just fighting, he was unleashing the darkness lurking beneath his skin.

“ You’re insane. “ Areum said, but there was no real bite in it.

“ And that insanity got us food on the table for the next month. “ Wooyoung appeared, holding a black handbag that was probably filled with thousands or even millions of won.

San chuckled low in his throat, stepping back as Wooyoung clapped him on the back. “ You’re bleeding. “ he said, motioning to the cut on San’s brow.

San wiped it again with the towel, shrugging. “ Not mine. “

Before Areum could make another disgusted face, the sound system crackled again.

A slow silence crept in as the voice overhead announced the next match.

“ Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the next battle! Known in these streets as Mars, the God of war himself has come to claim victory! “

The name alone made people shift. Like the air changed. Like something colder slipped into the space.

Tall and lean, his body was wrapped in a tight black cloak, that clung to the broad planes of his shoulders and the sharp lines of his toned arms. The dim light caught the high cheekbones and sharp jaw that seemed carved from stone, casting half his face in shadow. His dark hair fell in careless strands, partially veiling eyes that burned with a cold, unreadable intensity.

“ Who’s that? “ Areum asked without meaning to.

Neither of the boys answered right away.

Then Wooyoung muttered. “ Watch. “

The crowd cheered for him but there was something that lingered in the air — like fear, like they were scared to even hype him up and raise their voice.

San went quiet.

Mars pulled back his cloak, revealing hands wrapped in gleaming black tape, knuckles scarred and ready. He tilted his head slightly, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips, merciless.

Areum didn’t even see the other man entering the cage, it was the sound of the bell that brought her back to reality.

The opponent lunged forward, muscles coiled like a spring, throwing a heavy right hook aimed at Mars’ jaw. But he was already sliding back, his movement smooth and fluid, almost like liquid shadow.

Without hesitation, Mars attacked back. A sharp jab to the ribs, making the man grunt and stagger. He closed the distance in a heartbeat. His left arm whipped up, catching the man’s jaw with a precise uppercut. The impact snapped the man’s head back, but Mars wasn’t done. He pivoted on his heel, driving a brutal knee into the opponent’s stomach, winding him.

“ He’s going to kill him. “ Wooyoung said, more to himself than to others. Eyes glued to the cage by the captivating scene.

The man gasped, trying to regain footing, but Mars was already on him again. A series of lightning fast strikes rained down, targeting weak points: ribs, throat, temple.

The opponent swung wildly now, desperation fueling sloppy punches, but Mars flowed around them — a shadow too quick to catch, too precise to hit. A crushing elbow smashed into the man’s collarbone, followed by a brutal palm strike to the throat that forced a choking cough.

The crowd’s roar faded into white noise for Areum, who watched frozen. This was something darker, brutal than the fights she’d seen before.

Mars grabbed the man’s arm, twisting with surgical precision, forcing him to the mat with a bone-shaking slam. Before the man could recover, Mars straddled him, delivering two final, punishing blows — one to the temple, then a fist crashing down onto the jaw.

The opponent crumpled, unconscious before the referee’s count even began.

Mars stood slowly, breathing steady, not a hint of celebration in his face. Just stillness.

The ref moved to raise his hand, but Mars didn’t lift it. He didn’t need to.

His eyes scanned the crowd that cheered for him, eyes locking onto the girl that was standing frozen in her spot from the moment he had entered the ring.

It was instant. Sharp. Precise. His eyes locked on hers like he’d known exactly where she’d be.

And his expression shifted.

He tilted his head just slightly, like he was putting a puzzle piece in place. His eyes scanning her face, memorizing every line.

And then, that smile, slow and razor-thin, curled at the corner of his mouth.

Not the kind you give to a stranger.

Areum felt cold sweat covering her body in less than a second.

Without a word, he turned on his heel and disappeared through the cage exit, his cloak swirling behind him like a shadow melting into the dark.

Areum’s eyes never left the spot where he had stood. That gaze, that smile, burned in her mind. She swallowed hard, a chill crawling down her spine.

“ Hey, you okay? “ San’s voice broke through the haze as he clapped a heavy hand on her shoulder.

Areum blinked, turning to meet Wooyoung’s grin. “ Yeah. “ she said, voice quieter than she intended. “ Just… That was intense. “

“ Got yourself a little crush now? “ Wooyoung said, hooking an arm around her waist.

Areum rolled her eyes, pushing his hand off of her. “ No. He almost killed that man, how am I supposed to react? “

“ Well that’s Mars for you. “ Wooyoung said, throwing the bag around his shoulder, ready to head out.

“ You’d do well to stay out of his path. “ San said, walking alongside with them.

Areum managed a small laugh, but her heart still thudded unevenly.

Wooyoung pulled out his truck keys once they exited the warehouse. “ Alright, hot stuff, let’s get you home before Yunho starts worrying. “

Parked not far away from the warehouse entrance sat Wooyoung and San’s battered old truck. It’s faded paint and dented frame telling stories of countless nights spent living on the edge.

Wooyoung popped the lock on the back, swinging the tailgate open with a tired creak. Without hesitation, he tossed the worn leather money bag inside.

“Another night, another pile of money. “ he said with a grin, pulling out a few sheets of rolling paper and some loose tobacco from his pocket.

Areum leaned against the side of the truck, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at Wooyoung’s slow, deliberate movements as he expertly rolled his cigarette. “ You sure you don’t want me to do that? Looks like you’re about to strangle the tobacco. “

Wooyoung smirked, flicking his wrist as he tucked the paper just right. “ Please princess, I’m an artist. Every roll is a masterpiece. You wouldn’t understand. “

San, sprawled in the back of the truck, groaned as he wiped blood from his knuckles with a grimy rag. “ Artists don’t bleed this much, Wooyoung. You should stick to managing me. “

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, handing one cigarette to Areum, quickly making himself another.

Then their attention snapped to the entrance. From the warehouse, Mars emerged, flanked by two men, all clad in black leather motorbike gear now.

Wooyoung flicked ash from his cigarette, giggling. “ Look babygirl, there is your crush. “

Mars’ gaze locked on Areum like a predator sizing up its prey. The moment their eyes met again, her breathing got heavy again. She watched him and the two other men walk up towards their parked motorbikes.

Wooyoung nudged San. “ You seeing this? Areum’s staring like she’s neither about to start a fight or undress him naked. “

Areum scoffed. “ I’m just wondering how long it’ll take before he realizes I’m not impressed. “

San shook his head with a grin. “ Careful, Areum. You might actually be intrigued. “

“ And we might get killed by Yunho if that happens. “ Wooyoung added.

Mars mounted his motorcycle, helmet in his hands. His eyes lock on Areum’s one last time, giving her yet another of those wicked grins before his face is hidden behind the blackness. The engine growls to life. The leather trio peeled away into the night, leaving tension behind them.

Wooyoung exhaled smoke, smirking. “ His back tire is soft. “

San sighed. “ He won the money he can buy himself a new one. “

Areum inhaled the smoke, throwing away her cigarette.

“ Missing him already, hot stuff? “ Wooyoung chuckled.

“ Oh Wooyoung grow up. “ Areum nudged him.

Wooyoung tossed the finished cigarette to the ground, grinding it under his boot. “ Alright, drama club, let’s get moving. “

Areum climbed into the passenger seat, the truck door groaning as it shut behind her. The engine rumbled to life, but her mind was somewhere else — back in the ring, in the weight of that stare, in the grin that curled like smoke under her skin.

She glanced out the window as the truck pulled away from the warehouse. The city blurred past, neon reflections flickering across her face.

She could still feel his eyes on her.

Mars.

Once Areum arrives home, it’s three in the morning.

The apartment lights are on.

And Areum curses at herself mentally.

The front door creaked open quietly. She had perfected the art of sneaking in by now. She stepped inside, peeling off her jacket, ready to tiptoe past the hallway—

“ Where were you? “

His voice wasn’t loud, but it hit her like a gunshot.

She turned.

Yunho’s sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed, jaw set. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares.

“ With Soojin. “ Areum lied, walking over to pour herself a glass of cold water that she desperately needed.

“ You smell like blood and cheap bourbon. “ Yunho said.

“ Maybe I was drinking with vampires? “

“ Areum. “ he wasn’t in the mood for jokes, especially not after he arrived home 30 minutes ago only to find his younger sister is nowhere to be seen.

She sighs. “ I was with Wooyoung and San. Nothing happened. “

“ Areum, we talked about this. “

And her patience was wearing off because of that. “ Don’t you have real criminals to worry about? “

“ I do. “ he said. “ Which is why I don’t need you out there becoming one of them. “

Areum turned to face him, water in hand. “ I’m not your case, Yunho. I’m your sister. Stop interrogating me like you’re gonna file a report. “

“ And you think I like acting like a damn cop in my own house? I wouldn’t have to if I wasn’t constantly worried you’ll get caught up in something you can’t walk away from. “

There was a silence.

Areum looked away first. “ I didn’t ask for a bodyguard. “

“ No. “ Yunho said. “ You got a brother who gives a damn. Unfortunately, that’s permanent. “

She didn’t respond. Just leaned against the counter, arms crossed again, the silence stretching long and cold.

Yunho ran a hand over his face, exhaling.

“ I don’t want to be the someone to tell you who you should and who you shouldn’t hang out with. Whatever you think you’re playing at out there… Some games don’t have a reset button. Just… be careful. “

With that, he stood up and left down the hall.

Areum stayed in the kitchen a moment longer, staring into the middle distance, her mind already wandering back to the cage, to blood, to that devilish smile from across the ring.

It didn’t matter how careful she’d been before.

Tonight, she felt like she pulled the trigger.

And the first shot had already been fired.

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love you in slow motion (psh) | mini series masterlist

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—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

—general warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, unprotected/protected sex, alcohol consumption, bar/club scenes, insecurity, jealousy - additional warnings will be posted for each chapter.

—release: april 20, 2024

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METAMORPHOSIS ⋆ SEONGHWA

Pairing: Sith!Seonghwa x Princess!Reader

Synopsis: Seonghwa’s soul wandered the space between where his grief turned his lightsaber red, and the day they took you away from his arms.

Content: Oneshot, Star Wars AU, Angst, Seonghwa turned to the Dark Side, Flashbacks, Fake Death, Yearning, Grieving !

Word Count: 5.6K

“Your princess is dead.”

Seonghwa remembers the exact moment.

He remembers how the warmth of the sun vanished from his life, as if the galaxy itself recoiled from the weight of those words.

He walked out of the Jedi Temple without a sound, in the middle of the night. Not even daring to look back.

Leaving Coruscant had been the easiest decision he’d ever made. A silent cut-off from the ties that once defined him. He still doesn’t know how long the Masters searched before they finally gave up.

Maybe they never did.

Now, he hides in the shadows of Exegol, where time moves like ash in a storm. He poured out his rage, his sorrow, his shattered heart, until even the kyber crystal at the heart of his lightsaber cracked beneath the weight.

It bleeds, just as he does, dark crimson, the color of grief that manifests. The pain clouds his vision, staining the last glimpse of the light he once clung on to.

In exile, he begins to learn. Not the carefully curated lies of the Jedi, but the truth. The brutal, teeth-baring truth of a galaxy that’s currently choking under corruption. He learns of rebellions, of the ones rising against the very society that stole you from him.

And for the first time, he begins to understand what they never taught him. That thin line that separated good from evil.

•

A coup had been orchestrated to bring down your family’s reign.

You were born into a powerful lineage of senators and sovereigns, your bloodline full in legacy and influence within the Galactic Court.

“Seonghwa I think they’re planning something against my family,” you had once whispered in the gardens of Naboo, your home planet. The palace gardens were lush and breathtaking.

It was Seonghwa’s favorite place in the galaxy. But even in all their splendor, the flowers were nothing next to you.

He walked beside you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admire the flowers. How could he, when your presence alone was greater than every petal and ray of sunlight?

By then, he was already hopelessly, quietly devoted. You were sophisticated, clever, endlessly loveable.

Though you were the youngest and never meant to ascend the throne, you understood politics, people- everything. With a grace far beyond your years.

You were his gem.

“What do you mean, Your Majesty?” he asked, halting his steps. You turned to him, a crease of worry clouding your expression.

“Something feels wrong,” you murmured. “Every week, another power breaks its alliance with us. The Galactic Court holds secret meetings we’re never told about. I fear for the future of Naboo.”

His pulse quickened.

“I shouldn’t burden you with these matters,” you added softly. “It’s not your place to carry my worries.”

“I’m not only here to protect you, Your Majesty,” he said gently, hands folded behind his back. “I can be your confidant too.”

You resumed walking, and he followed. The train of your lilac gown flowed behind you like a river of silk, your bare shoulders gleaming gold beneath the sun. He would always remember you like that too.

Radiant, untouchable, the embodiment of light and life. The sun. You were his sun.

Days later, the Queen, your mother, was charged with treason. Accused of plotting to overthrow the Galactic Court and seize power over the entire galaxy.

The day they stormed the Theed Palace, your residence, chaos exploded. He remembers your hand in his, his voice sharp and urgent: “Hold on tight my love!”

He clutched a small bag filled with your most precious belongings. He didn’t think about the consequences, only that he had to get you out of there quickly.

But before he could take another step, it was too late.

In a blur, you were both surrounded. The gleaming armor of the Imperial Army closing in like a trap sprung shut.

"You’re under arrest," the captain said coldly.

Seonghwa’s hand flew to his weapon, but the guards were faster. His lightsaber was ripped from his grasp, and he was slammed to the ground. His cheek scraped against the dirt, blood mixing with dust, but he still fought to rise.

"You’re making a terrible mistake! You can’t do this- I’m a Jedi!" he shouted, voice hoarse.

The captain sneered. "No, you’re not. Not anymore."

"You’ll be held in Coruscant until further notice. As for the princess…" He continued.

One of the guards stepped toward you, roughly lifting your chin with a gloved hand. Tears streamed down your face, but your eyes held in defiance.

"You’ll suffer the same fate as the rest of your family."

"You’re wrong," you said, voice trembling but steady. "This was an ambush! My family is innocent. We were betrayed!"

The captain's voice turned sharp, final. "Your reign is over. Naboo will have a new ruler. Take the Jedi. Take the princess."

Seonghwa caught a glimpse of you through the crowd of soldiers. He lunged forward, arm outstretched, heart pounding.

"Y/N!"

He fought against the restraints, reaching for you with everything he had but it was no use.

He heard your voice, raw with desperation. You screamed his name as they dragged you away, pleading with the guards until your voice broke.

The last thing Seonghwa saw was your face twisted in pain, your eyes locked on his as they tore you from him.

•

Life on Exegol is lonely, for the most part. The light of the suns never touches the planet. It is always cloaked in shadow, always cold.

Seonghwa no longer recognizes the man staring back at him in the reflection. The golden warmth of his skin has faded into something pale and ash-like. His once thick, dark hair now mirrors the icy pale colour of Pantora’s frozen moon.

He dips a cloth into a bucket of clean water and runs it slowly along his skin, over the nape of his neck, down across his shoulder. A quiet sigh escapes his lips as the weight of the day presses heavily on him.

"My Dark Lord."

Footsteps echo through the bathing chamber. He pulls the towel more securely around his hips but continues cleaning himself, mildly irritated by the interruption.

"Jiung," he says, not turning to look. "Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?"

His voice is low and edged with exhaustion, making his annoyance clear.

"My Dark Lord, forgive me. But this is urgent."

"Then speak."

"We’ve located the Echo Prism."

Seonghwa’s eyes snap open. He turns sharply to face his acolyte. Jiung stands in his black robes, head bowed low in deference.

"The Echo Prism? How? Where?"

"It’s in Lothal, somewhere in the mountains. We tracked its magnetic core and the coordinates are precise, matching the prism’s only energy field."

Seonghwa swallows hard, masking the flicker of satisfaction rising within him.

"You’ve done well," he says. "I’ll depart for Lothal at first light."

That evening, the dining hall hums with chatter and the occasional burst of laughter. His apprentices eat, tease each other, and trade stories.

But Seonghwa sits in silence, eyes distant, his mind far from the table.

They’ve found it. After all this time.

The Echo Prism.

A crystal said to hold the preserved echoes of the Force. Memories, visions, voices of long dead Jedi and Sith alike.

It is the last piece. The final key to making himself invincible. To avenging what was taken from you. To burn down the empire that shattered both of your lives.

When morning comes, he leaves Exegol behind with only one thought in his mind. You.

•

The sun on Lothal is merciless.

It nearly scorches Seonghwa’s skin the moment his boots touch the sandy ground. The planet stretches in golden waves of dust, broken only by occasional patches of stubborn greenery.

It’s hotter than Exegol, far hotter. Unlike the eternal darkness he’s grown so used to, Lothal bathes in a light that feels almost offensive.

He sheds his heavy robes for a lighter attire, leaving his arms bare, his lightsaber clipped to his hip as he begins the search for the Echo Prism.

At some point in his journey, he pauses in a small, unassuming tavern tucked along a worn trade path. Inside, the air is dry but tolerable. He orders a bowl of roasted stew, some flatbread, and a glass of cold water, a rare luxury after days of travel.

He can’t remember the last time he sat for a proper meal. The spices hit his tongue with a heat that makes his eyes flutter shut for a moment. It’s too good, almost grounding.

When he finishes, he gathers his things, ready to leave. But something shifts behind him.

Before he even processes it, his body reacts on instinct.

A shadow lunges. He sidesteps and twists, catching the attacker’s arm and slamming them face first against the tavern table in one fluid motion.

Chairs scrape violently. Patrons flinch.

His grip tightens as he locks the figure in place.

"Think you can sneak up on me?" he growls through clenched teeth.

The assailant has dark green hair and violet skin, a tone that instantly reminds Seonghwa of Teth’s cloudy skies.

"Answer me," he demands.

The man struggles, but Seonghwa presses harder, forcing his shoulder down.

"It would be my pleasure to take your head off, right here, right now."

From behind the bar, the waitress sighs, unfazed. “Please don’t. I just cleaned the floor.”

Seonghwa doesn't take his eyes off the man. “Who are you, and who sent you? Was it the Jedi?”

"You killed my mentor!" the man shouts, breath ragged. "You killed him! He didn’t deserve it!"

His voice breaks. Tears stream down his cheeks as he trembles beneath Seonghwa’s grasp.

The grief gives way to hatred. Seonghwa knows it better than anyone.

For a long moment, Seonghwa says nothing. Then, wordlessly, he lets the man go.

The attacker stumbles backward, chest heaving.

"Tell your kind this," Seonghwa says coldly. "Next time one of you tries to come for me, I won’t be so generous. You’ll join your little mentor in the void."

To many, killing a Jedi is the same as murdering a saint, a peacemaker.

To Seonghwa, it's just removing another pawn from a rigged game.

The laws of the Galactic Court never mattered to him. Not when they twist them to suit their own power. Not when they let them take you.

“You won’t get away with it. Everyone in the galaxy is after you for the cold blooded murderer you are.” The man spits as Seonghwa turns around to pick his stuff from the ground.

“Yeah yeah, you can tell them I’m here too.” Seonghwa yawns as he slingers the bag over his shoulder and makes his way out of the tavern.

He knows now that his time in Lothal is limited, the man has probably warned his peers of his location.

Seonghwa takes out his water skin and takes a quit sip before heading to the location he needs to go.

•

The Echo Prism lay hidden deep within a secret cave nestled in the winding valleys of Lothal. Seonghwa had been walking for what felt like days, time folding in on itself as the path twisted and turned, until finally, he arrived at the location etched into ancient memory.

The valley spiraled downward like a vast, sunken cathedral carved by nature itself. He knew, instinctively, that the Prism awaited him at its heart. Without hesitation, he leapt over the dunes, each step bringing him closer, gravity pulling him as if the gem were calling him home.

When Seonghwa reached the cavern floor, the Echo Prism’s glimmer was impossible to miss. A shimmering pulse of light dancing across the stone walls. He unhooked his lightsaber, igniting it with a low hum. Its red glow carved through the darkness, revealing the crystal cradled in a pedestal of obsidian.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, breathless. “You’re finally mine.”

He stepped forward slowly. As he approached, he extinguished his saber, letting the natural glow of the Prism bathe the cave in its light.

The gem was transparent, yet alive. Radianting the memories of all who had touched it before. It hummed softly, as though whispering secrets.

A manic chuckle escaped Seonghwa’s lips as he knelt down, fingers trembling with anticipation. He cradled the gem in his hands.

The moment his skin made contact, a surge of energy coursed through him, wild and unrelenting. His breath hitched. His eyes rolled back, leaving only the whites, as wave after wave of forgotten knowledge surged into him.

And then… he knew everything.

But just as he’d foreseen, it wouldn’t be long before they came. Shadows moved at the cave’s entrance. Hooded figures, silent, ominous had descended toward him. Jedi.

He shoved the gem into his bag and scanned the cave. No time to think. Only to run.

Deeper. Further. Faster.

The sand beneath his boots crumbled, the earth trembling with fury. He launched himself forward, just as the ledge behind him collapsed into a roaring void. Reaching the other side, he turned just long enough to see the cave unravel behind him… Jedi and all.

He sprinted to the edge of the valley, clutching the bag to his chest. The crystal’s warmth still pulsed against him.

Relief washed over him like a tide. He could finally exhaled, ragged and grateful. Behind him, the valley vanished into dust, and he didn’t look back. The Jedi were gone. It didn’t matter.

“Fucking bastards,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Then softer almost like a prayer, “Y/N, we're so close.”

•

The sky deepens into dusk, stars still hidden behind the last colours of orange and indigo. Seonghwa knows he won’t reach his ship before sunrise. The desert stretches endlessly before him, and fatigue clings to his bones. He decides to wander, seeking a place, any place to rest for a few hours.

Eventually, he stumbles upon a small cluster of huts scattered across the driest part of the land. They rise from the sand like forgotten relics, their walls made of sun bleached white clay.

The sight tugs something deep within him. Tatooine. The memory of his childhood stirs, untouched by the sharp edges life later carved into him.

He exhales slowly, the air catching in his throat. That pull of nostalgia and sorrow settles in his chest with ache. He watches faint lights flicker behind the windows of the huts. He walks past them, eyes low. It’s not fully dark yet, but he needs somewhere to stop, to breathe.

A wooden bench near one of the homes invites him. He sinks down, pulling out his water flask and taking a slow sip. His stomach growls and with hunger.

As his gaze drifts, it lands on something that knocks the breath from his lungs.

A Moonveil flower, perched in a simple vase by a doorway. Its pale violet petals glow faintly under the growing dusk, delicate and defiant.

He hasn’t seen one in years. Not since Naboo. Not since you.

They were your favorite.

"They only grow in Naboo’s soil, right here," you had once said, kneeling beside the flowers, your fingers tracing their blooms like something sacred. Your eyes lit up, full of wonder. "They’ve been here for generations. They’re my favorite. So fragile, yet they thrive in the harshest of places. They’re resilient like us. No matter where we are, we must remain strong."

Seonghwa swallows hard, a tight knot forming in his throat. He crouches beside the flower, brushing a fingertip over one silky petal. He smiles faintly, the weight in his chest softening just a little. Everything that reminds him of you does that. It makes him smile, no matter how much the memory of you hurts.

The scent, subtle and familiar, wraps around him like a warm memory. He’s back in those gardens, sunlight warming the air, your laughter dancing on the wind. Your hand brushing his, uncertain yet full of quiet hope for the future. Stay with me.

He used to watch you in those moments, wondering how something so perfect could be real. How you could be real. How, for once, he had something worth fighting for.

“Excuse me?”

The voice behind him jolts him back. He straightens, clearing his throat, bracing himself.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

He turns and the world stops spinning.

You.

You're standing there.

Time doesn’t bend. It breaks.

His breath catches, the air around him gone still. You look just as stunned as he is, frozen in place. For a moment, he thinks the Prism has finally cracked his mind, showing him what he wants to see. A cruel illusion. Or maybe a memory, vivid enough to feel real.

But you’re there. As real as the flower, as real as the tremor in his chest.

Clothed in the lightest silk, radiant in the fading light, you haven’t changed. Not one bit. Like a dream that’s been waiting for him to return.

“I-” The word shatters on his tongue. His voice fails him.

You step forward, confusion clouding your expression. And in a heartbeat, you’re back in the forest, surrounded by shadows and ghosts.

“Seonghwa?” you say softly, tilting your head the way you always used to. His heart breaks like glass.

He drops to one knee before you, without thought. “Your Majesty.”

“No, don’t- don’t do that.” Your voice shakes as you reach for him, urgency laced with fear. “Come inside. Quickly. Before someone sees you.”

You pull open the door to the nearest hut, glancing around nervously before hushing him in. He follows, too stunned to speak, his legs moving on instinct.

Inside, the air is warm and close. You lock the door, shutter the windows, and light a single candle. The flickering flame throws soft light across the room, and across your face.

Seonghwa stands there, motionless. He still can’t believe it. Can’t believe you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is low, frantic. “Does anyone know I’m here?” Your fingers tremble as you clutch the edge of a table. “Answer me, please.”

“No,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper. His eyes are wide, lost. “No one knows. I didn’t even know- not until now.”

“Then how- why are you here?”

“I just stumbled across this place,” Seonghwa replies, his voice unsteady. “Your Majesty-”

“Y/N,” you interrupt softly. “Please, just call me Y/N. Like you always did.”

He hesitates, then shakes his head slowly. “I thought you were dead.”

You look away, fingers fidgeting in your lap. You don’t answer.

“How?” he asks, more broken now. “They took you that night. I saw it happen- how could you possibly have survived?”

The truth sinks in for him like a stone through water. You aren’t a ghost. You aren’t a dream or a vision conjured by grief. You’re here alive, breathing, real. Living in exile on some forgotten edge of the galaxy.

“It’s a long story,” you murmur, voice calm but distant.

He exhales sharply, hands resting on his hips as he turns away, pacing. His head shakes, his jaw clenched.

“All this time,” His voice cracks, rough with restrained rage. “I’ve been mourning you, Y/N. I grieved like you were gone. Like I lost the only person I ever-”

“I know,” you whisper. “And I’m sorry. But I couldn’t come back. I wanted to, Gods, I tried, but it was too dangerous.”

You move closer, hand hovering near his back hesitant, uncertain.

“You don’t know how hard it’s been,” he mutters, not facing you. “How it still is.” He turns then, eyes glistening. “Who else knows you’re alive?”

“Only you,” you say, barely above a breath. “It wasn’t meant to be like this.”

“What was I supposed to think? That you’d just be... gone forever?” His hand rises to his chest, voice trembling. “I carried your death like a curse.”

“Seonghwa, please try to understand. If I had run with you, they would’ve hunted you down. The Jedi Order would’ve executed you.”

“I was hunted.” His voice is calmer now, but steeped in pain. “I broke free of their chains. I’m no longer one of them.”

You take in his face. There’s a shadow there now, a heaviness in his gaze you hadn’t seen before. A sadness twisted into something colder.

“I’ve heard whispers in the market,” you admit, eyes narrowing. “Rumors… I didn’t want to believe them.”

You press your hand to your chest. “You joined them?”

He doesn’t flinch.

“It’s who I am now. What I believe in.”

“Why?” you ask, voice breaking. “Why the Dark Side, Seonghwa?”

He goes still.

Then slowly, he inhales. “Because of you. Because they said you were dead. Because they let you die. How could I serve an order that let that happen? That made it happen?”

“There were other ways.” You shake your head, a soft tremor in your voice. “There had to be.”

“They took me in. When I had nothing left.” His voice rises now, bitter and raw. “And they showed me the truth. There’s no peace, Y/N. No pure good or evil. Just power defined by whoever holds it. Tell me, am I the villain now? Is that what you think?”

You pause, studying him. The boy you once knew, so gentle, wide eyed, full of purpose, is barely there. The warmth in his brown eyes has cooled into something harder. The light that once guided him has flickered out, replaced by anger, by loss.

“I believe,” you say quietly, “that you were the kind of person who fought for justice.”

He scoffs bitterly. “The same justice that murdered your family? That tried to kill you? That orchestrated the fall of Naboo under the banner of peace?”

You freeze.

The words land like thunder, too loud, too true. For a moment, all you hear is the echo of it in the silence between you.

And you realize, the war may have ended, but the damage is still alive in both of you.

You exhale slowly, grounding yourself, then walk toward the modest kitchen.

“Are you hungry? I have some leftover stew.”

Seonghwa stares at you like you’ve spoken in another language. “You always do this,” he mutters, incredulous. “Deflect. We have so much to talk about.”

“Yes,” you say calmly, “and your stomach has been growling like a starship reactor. So let’s sit, eat, and talk.” You glance at him over your shoulder with that familiar flicker of warmth. “You’ll think clearer on a full stomach.”

•

“So you really live here alone?” Seonghwa asks, sitting down at the small table as you ladle warm stew into bowls.

“I do,” you say, placing a bowl in front of him. “It’s not so bad. I sell salvaged ship parts in the next town over. Quiet life.”

He watches you. “And no one recognizes you?”

You shake your head, pouring water into cups. “Not really. I keep my face covered most of the time. And no one expects a ghost.”

He dips a piece of bread into the stew, takes a bite, and finally, finally lets himself feel a moment of comfort. Warmth floods his chest, not from the food, but from the surreal, impossible fact that you’re here, across from him, breathing the same air.

“And you?” you ask softly. “Why are you even on Lothal? No one comes here without a reason.”

“I had a mission.” His voice lowers. “I came looking for something.”

He gazes at you, and for a moment, the room goes still. You’re here. Alive. The thing he found wasn’t just a relic, it was you.

“Did you find it?” Your voice trembles with more meaning than the question allows.

“I did,” he says slowly. “But I still can’t believe you’re here.”

“Me neither,” you whisper.

“It’s different now, Y/N.” The way he says your name makes your heart catch. “Everything feels different.”

You lower your gaze. “Are you angry with me? Because if you are, I would understand. I’d be furious too.”

“I could never be angry with you.” His voice breaks slightly. “You were my everything. You still are.”

Your breath stutters. You rise from the table, cloth in hand, trying to steady yourself as you wipe at nonexistent crumbs. “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s the truth.” He follows, gentle but insistent. “Everything I did on Exegol, every step I took after they told me you were gone, it was for you. I carried you with me. Did you not-?”

“I did,” you interrupt, softly. “I thought of you every single day. And the guilt was unbearable. It still is.”

“Things could’ve been different,” he says, voice thick. “We could’ve been different.”

“You wouldn’t have turned to the Dark Side.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t refute it. You step closer, your hand lifting to touch his cheek. He closes his eyes under your fingers.

“You look so different,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “Your hair…”

“It changed on its own,” he murmurs. “I gave myself to the kyber crystals. I bled my soul into them. There’s nothing left of who I was.”

“There is,” you say, stroking his cheek. “There’s still something. I feel it.”

He grabs your wrist gently, keeping your hand against his face. His eyes open softly, but haunted.

“I don’t have anything else left.”

“You have me.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, but dares to smile, just a flicker of who he once was. “Y/N.”

“Stay here tonight,” you say, your voice nearly breaking. “Sleep here. Stay with me.”

You’re not sure who looks more lost, him or you. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering closed as he holds your face like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again.

“It’s too dangerous,” he says after a moment. “If they find me here... if they know you’re alive…”

“Then take me with you.” Your voice is fierce. Certain. “I’m not staying behind this time.”

Seonghwa, he’s only a man, and he can only resist fate for so long.

•

You don’t take much with you, just one bag.

Seonghwa notices, his gaze lingering as you tuck the Moonveil flower into your arms, wrapped gently in cloth. You carry it like a piece of your soul.

Neither of you sleep that night. There’s too much left unspoken, so years to unravel. You talk in low voices, tracing the outlines of each other’s lives since the night it all shattered.

In many ways, Seonghwa is unrecognizable. The grief has carved itself into him like erosion. Slow, ruthless.

His eyes, once warm and searching, are now darker, hollowed by loss. Even the veins beneath his translucent lids pulse with a bruised violet shade.

He looks like someone who’s been fading for a long time.

The spaceship isn’t small, but it isn’t grand either. It’s utilitarian. Stark. A reflection of the man who now calls it home.

“W0-Y9,” Seonghwa calls out as the two of you enter the control panel.

“Dark Lord,” comes the sharp robotic reply from the corridor ahead.

You glance sideways at him, arching a brow. “Dark Lord? That’s what they’re calling you now?”

He clears his throat and ignores the question.

“Take her belongings to Cabin 3,” he instructs the droid. Then he turns to you. “The journey to Exegol will take at least two days. Get comfortable. W0-Y9 will show you around. I need to handle something before we depart.”

The droid leads you down a corridor. Your cabin is surprisingly spacious, with a large viewport facing the endless dark.

You place your hand on the window, feeling the cold radiating from the void outside. It reminds you how long it’s been since you’ve touched the stars.

You exhale.

“I should take a shower,” you murmur to yourself. Leaving had been the hardest thing you’d ever done, but coming back… this? This was harder in ways you didn’t have words for.

You’re here, with him. It still doesn’t feel real. It feels like stepping into a dream you were once forbidden to have.

Does he still love you? Or does he resent you for what you did? For the silence? For letting him become this version of himself without you?

You don’t know. But your feet move anyway, quietly carrying you out of the cabin, through dim corridors. It’s quiet, sterile, cold, lifeless. A reflection of what he has become.

When you find him again, he’s standing alone in the control room, staring out into the stars. He doesn’t turn when you enter, but you see his eyes watching you through the reflection in the glass. You can feel the weight of his silence, his disbelief, his grief, his fragile hope, all folding into the moment.

He closes his eyes, and for the first time in years, lets himself be vulnerable. A single tear escapes, trailing down his cheek, dark and almost ink-like.

You are, and have always been, his greatest weakness.

And you’re standing here, still holding his whole universe in your hands.

“Hi,” you say softly after what feels like a lifetime.

He doesn’t turn. Doesn’t breathe.

“Y/N.” he whispers. “Please… tell me you’re real. That you’re not just another illusion coming to punish me.”

You walk towards him, slow and steady, then wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his back. He melts against you like ice in sunlight.

His hands lift to cover yours, trembling and cold. So cold it makes your chest ache.

“I’m here,” you whisper. “I’m real.”

He exhales shakily. “I feel like I’ve lost my mind. Again.”

“It’s me.” You rest your cheek against his shoulder. “Look at me.”

Slowly, he turns, and when his eyes meet yours, he looks as if the universe has stilled.

His hand rises, tentative, and comes to rest against your cheek. He brushes his thumb across your skin like he’s memorizing it. “You’re still so radiant,” he murmurs. “Like the Moonveil.”

You don’t reply. You just pull him closer and bury your face in his chest, clinging to the scent of him. The scent you never forgot. Earthy, slightly metallic. Smoke and old parchment. Garden walks and stolen time.

The scent of war too clings on him. Of betrayal, lightsaber clashes, and one night that fractured both of your lives forever.

He rests his chin gently on top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Neither of you speaks. You don’t need to. The silence is full.

When you finally tilt your head up, your eyes meet again, and you both feel it. The ache. The longing.

And the plea.

The kiss comes slowly. Soft at first like shallow waters. Years of silence pressed into one trembling touch. He tastes of salt and grief, your tears mingling. His hand slips to your lower back, grounding you. Your hands curl against his chest, pulling him closer.

What starts tender becomes desperate. Like waves crashing against a crumbling cape, you cling to each other with urgency and fear. Fear that time will betray you again.

Your breaths fill the room and it’s uneven, frantic, alive. You tug at his black robes, anchoring him to you as he presses his weight forward, devouring the space between you.

When you finally part, his lips are flushed with more color than he’s had in years, and for the first time since you found him, Seonghwa looks grounded. Present. Human.

“We shouldn’t.” he breathes, voice trembling with restraint.

You silence him with another kiss, slow and deliberate. “We’ve waited too long.”

He exhales shakily, like a confession is about to slip out. “You don’t know how long- I thought I’d never/”

“I’m here now,” you whisper against his lips. “We’re in this together.”

He closes his eyes, forehead resting lightly against yours. “My life only makes sense when you’re in it,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper, as if the stars themselves might overhear. “But if you stay beside me, you’ll be in danger. I’m a wanted man.”

“I don’t care,” you say, your voice steady, eyes unwavering. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“I’ve bled my heart dry for you,” he admits, pain flickering in his gaze. “But I don’t want your life to end on Exegol. A flower like you doesn’t belong in that darkness.”

“I belong wherever you are,” you say without hesitation. “If it’s Exegol, or the edge of the universe, I’ll go.”

He blinks, his breath catching. “What are you saying?”

“I’ve loved you,” you say, and the words hang in the air. “I still love you. I never stopped. I thought I’d die before I’d get the chance to tell you.”

The confession strikes him like lightning.

“And I won’t ever stop,” you add softly.

Seonghwa rests his forehead on yours again, eyes squeezed shut like he’s praying. “All of me already belongs to you,” he breathes. “I never stopped being yours. And I never will. No matter where our path leads.”

Later that night, you lie beside each other in silence, your gazes locked, as if memorizing every detail of each other’s face. Neither of you dares to sleep too deeply, afraid you’ll wake and find the other gone, like a fading dream.

Maybe, in that moment, the universe does stop moving. Just for you.

There are no guarantees. No promises of peace. But one truth burns inside your chest, you will take back what was stolen. The throne, the light, your place in the stars. What was rightfully yours.

And while you sleep, Seonghwa rises quietly from the bed. He walks to the edge of the room, retrieving something from the folds of his cloak.

The Echo Prism.

He turns it slowly in his hand, the gem glowing faintly in the dim light. Carefully, reverently, he holds it beside your temple.

The crystal hums. Memories flicker into motion, threads of light whispering across your skin, weaving through your mind. He watches as the visions move into you, silently promising a future he is determined to protect.

His hand lingers a moment longer.

His princess will live on.

Always.

A/N: hello hello! i hope you enjoyed this one shot. i’ve had this in my google docs for a couple of weeks now and used all my star wars knowledge for it.

the story is within the star wars universe but some things i just made up (if you know about star wars you know teehee). fun fact: in naboo they elect their leaders but for this plot it works like your typical monarchy.

also, we can all guess who W0-Y9 is >.<

mwah mwah ♡

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꩜ jeong yunho .ᐟ — masterlist

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alright, been thinking alot and one thought crossed my mind. a yunho one shot. this came at work idk how, don't ask i'm sick in the head.

you're married (not to yunho) BUT you've had a rough marriage with your husband lately & one night you decided to go out with your friends. you got drunk, had too many shots of tequila. dancing alone at the dance floor blah blah.

you met yunho that night, he approached slowly and you started talking.

ever since that night, you and yunho have been texting back and forth. you never told him abt your marriage, you don't even wear the ring.

SURPRISE ME OMFG

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | jeong yunho .ᐟ

☆ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

꩜ synopsis .ᐟ — picture perfect marriage downfall caused by the undeniably hot golden man

꩜ content .ᐟ — mature content | non-idol!yunho | cheater!reader | husband!hongjoong | lots of overthinking | bad decisions ( or were they? ) |

꩜ warnings .ᐟ — smut, MDNI 18+ | drunk sex | slight dirty talking | affair | unprotected sex ( pls do not yall ! ) | very long ( sorry )

꩜ author’s note .ᐟ — i’ve been pretty unactive here and it’s supposed to be my beginning on tumblr so i’m truly sorry for that, but anyway here i am almost two months later and i’m back to the requests. i hope you enjoy the story ahead and that it suits your wish!

꩜ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like, reblog and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

Marrying a wealthy man, with his future clearly painted out across the golden canvas. The one who graduated from an elite college and who’s name people in the city say with the brightest smile was definitely a plan your parents had for you.

And weren’t you just the luckiest girl in the world for finding that perfect love in the third year of college, a love many of your friends could only dream of having, saying that soulmates only exist because you and he are together.

Kim Hongjoong was exactly that man — the one who fits next to you.

Blinded by the young heat of love, not caring how many more tomorrows were ahead, being the couple the whole campus was gossiping about.

Hongjoong was every girl’s dream — a full green forest, they’d say. Women were naturally attracted to him by his good and neat-boy character.

A little bit nerdy, head always in the book but his little breaks during lessions were all about you.

You didn’t think you’d get this happy with choosing a man like Hongjoong, considering your previous choice in the opposite sex.

Soon after graduating, both of you got promised to a life together in front of the altar, reciting the vows and saying “I do.”

Ever since then, it was all like a fairytale. Days and nights spent with the man of your dreams.

Five years into the marriage passed in the blink of an eye, but just as everything seemed to be milk and honey to the freshly married — it turned out the milk was closer to expiring.

You had always admired Hongjoong’s passion for work and improvement in all stages life brought him but it’s just wasn’t healthy.

He was a workacholic. The insane kind of one.

Obsessed with the every single detail that happened in his company. He was always the first one to accept the call, grab his coat and rush out of the house without a second glance at you.

The sheets of your shared bedroom often cold, the mornings and nights turned into an endless routine of waking up and falling asleep alone.

You were quite understanding of his actions, as being your own boss is truly a lot of work for the man who somehow manages it all alone. But it seemed like work was the only thing on his mind, even when catching a dinner with you on a quiet Sunday when he could spare those 20 minutes away from the office.

For some time now you had been offering Hongjoong help and get a job in the company as well, but he would quickly dismiss you, saying how he got it all handled and that you should take care of yourself and rest.

Of course, as frustrating as it sounded, you were grateful. Hongjoong’s money was keeping you food on the table and whatever you wanted it was delivered to you in a seconds. He tried his best to redeem himself and soon enough your closet was full of many dresses, necklaces and shoes he used to buy whenever he would stay late at work.

It was always delivered to you by the postman and at the beginning, this gesture of his made you happy, showing that he still cared about you and that he was just busy. But now the feeling was worn off, just like every piece of clothing he got you by now.

You realized that you craved attention, love and your husband’s touch and it’s something you weren’t getting at all from Hongjoong.

Your friends would often tease you, saying how Hongjoong must be a perfect husband during the day and that he probably satisfied all your needs during the night.

Hongjoong was, in fact, good in bed, from what you experienced with him by now. People would think that being married for five years means you two couldn’t keep your hands away from each other but it was quite the opposite. You can’t remember the last time you had sex with Hongjoong. Was it last month? Or last year?

Your body was feeling the pressure of being sexually frustrated, especially during ovulation and Hongjoong was usually never in sight.

It’s embarrassing to remember how many times you needed to pleasure yourself just to be able to sleep at night alone in the bed. It was without any thoughts, not even about your husband, just a quick chance of getting some relief even if it was never enough.

Of course seducing him at some point was in your thoughts but it always led to the words of “I’m busy now Y/N” or “I’m tired”.

Today was also a day in this routine of marriage with Hongjoong. He wasn’t home and yet another night alone was ahead of you, until your friend group decided it would be awesome to get together and grab some drinks outside.

And this was exactly what you needed — to get out of this house and have a little bit of fun without the emptiness of the room hugging you.

Getting dressed, you picked the last dress Hongjoong had bought for you. It was the short black one, that reached your mid-thigh, with tiny sparkles all around it.

A slight touch of a smokey eye make-up with a little bit of redness on your lips that made you look elegant. Your hair reached just above your breasts and for this occasion you had it up in a nicely shaped bun with a few strands falling messily yet gracefully on your face.

By the time you got ready, your friend group arrived outside your door. Grabbing the small leather purse with your phone, you escaped the boredom behind you into the black BMW your closest friend, Haerin, owned.

“ So where are we going? “ — you questioned, putting on your seatbealt.

“ To a club downtown. “ — the brunette from the backseat responded, making your head turn to look at her.

“ Why didn’t you tell me it was a club? Do I look too elegant for it now? “ — slight anxiety rose up on your spine.

“ Girl, are you for real now? I would absolutely bang you right here on this backseat if I were a lesbian. But I have to say you’re kinda making me rethink my sexuality now. “ — Eunchae, the blonde next to the brunette replied.

“ I’m telling this to Wooyoung. “ — Jiyong, the brunette replied, about to jokingly take out her phone and call Wooyoung — Eunchae’s boyfriend.

You admired them honestly. Wooyoung was the man Eunchae met while working at the cafe back in her college days. He kept on getting the same thing every morning and once when paying for the drink — he slipped in the note saying how beautiful she was and that he would like to get her number, which she gladly gave him.

Even though ending up in his bed on the night of their first date wasn’t how the relationships should go, it was just right with them, in their own way, both matching each other’s energies to the point of perfection.

Jiyong was the only one single in the friend group, with a mindset of a high school girl, still having one night stands and not looking for any serious relationship yet, following with “The night is still young, so am I.”

Haerin, in the driver’s seat, had been married once, then divorced from a man she couldn’t see the future with anymore.

Choi Jongho, was it? You couldn’t really remember, but you do remember her saying that they stayed in touch since they both had financial sharings together.

And yet, somehow, you felt that you were the only one in the group with the worst case of a marriage there is.

Haerin parked the car not far away from the club and you all reached the front door in a few steps.

“ Oh, you weren’t joking this is literally a club. “

“ Should’ve gone to a strip club instead. “ — Eunchae commented once you got inside.

The darkness, hyped atmosphere, colorful lights barely shining through the smoke cloud that made your eyes burn a little, it was all what described this place you’d stepped into.

Jiyong got you a table in the very corner of the room, making sure you had the entire club in clear view.

Ordering the first drinks, you started off strong, with tequila shots.

“ To the girls night! “ — Haerin made a toast as the tequila burned down your throat mixed with the salty taste on the tongue.

Thirty minutes in, so many glasses of tequila had been taken and brought back to your table. The conversation between you started as a gossip session but turned into aimless words and silly laughter. The alcohol was strongly getting to your senses, but knowing your friends, this was only the beginning.

Eunchae kept the tequila coming until Jiyong deciced that you’re done with the appetizers, switching to the Red Label whiskey.

“ Oh my God, Hae, that handsome guy is totally checking you out! “ — Jiyong squealed, shaking Haerin’s form while she tried to gulp down yet another whiskey.

“ What are you talking about? “ — totally confused, Haerin drunkenly searched the crowd until Jiyong grabbed her cheeks, turning her head toward the table across from yours.

There sat four men, and the one who had taken an interest in Haerin had platinum silver hair that fell perfectly over his Aphrodite-like features.

“ Oh fuck, he’s really looking. “ — Haerin giggled, taking another glass of whiskey, her cheeks blushing.

“ Go fucking get him! “ — Eunchae stole the glass from her hands.

“ No, no… I really shouldn’t get involved with another man so quickly. “ — Haerin said, but her eyes never left the silver-haired boy until he suddenly stood up and walked over towards you.

“ Shit he’s coming… “ — Haerin panicked for a moment, trying to act natural but her drunken state was not cooperating with her.

“ Hello ladies! “ — the deep voice echoed. “ What are you drinking? “

“ Ohh, and why would you be interested? “ — Eunchae teased the figure that patiently stood in front of your table.

“ I want to make a deal and buy you pretty ladies a drink as long as you’re willing to give me this little angel here for a dance. “ — He said, smirking as his eyes fell on Haerin.

“ Oh my God, just take her already! “ — Jiyong said, pushing Haerin foward.

“ Thank you, all your drinks are on me now. “ — He said, taking Haerin by the hand, pulling her towards the dance floor.

“ I want to dance now too. “ — Jiyong pouted.

“ Then let’s fucking go? “ — Eunchae exclaimed.

“ I’m going to get some water first. I feel my head pounding already. “ — you said, standing up carefully as you made your way towards the bartender.

“ Hi, can I order one glass of water please? “

“ I fear there is no alcohol in that. “ — an unfamiliar voice said from your left side.

You turned your head to look at the boy who was sitting on one of the bar stools, a shot of what seemed to be whiskey in his right hand.

His eyes droopy, ears slightly red, indicating that he’s already drunk enough. Dirty blonde hair styled nicely with wet bangs covering his sweaty forehead. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up in what seemed to be an attempt to do so. Three buttons undone, showing off his milky skin and collarbones underneath. A small simple chain around his neck with a silver cross symbol.

He looked like he came neither out of the dance floor or the heavy make-out session from the bathroom.

“ I’ve already had enough of it. “ — you said, a smile planted on your lips.

“ Being in a place like this means the word ‘enough’ doesn’t really apply. “ — He replied. “ You know you can always get another glass of alcohol, it has the right amount of water inside it too. “

You rolled your eyes playfully, the smile still on your lips hearing his choice of words.

“ Wisely said. “

The bartender brought you a glass of cold clear water and the man sitting next to you turned to speak to him.

“ Two more glasses. “ — he said, pointing at the, now empty, whiskey glass beside him.

You looked at him while with wide eyes, surprised that he ordered one glass for you too.

“ It would be a shame if I didn’t order you a drink now. That wouldn’t be very gentleman of me. “ — he said, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

“ Well thank you, that’s very gentlemanly of you…? “ — you trailed off waiting to hear him say his name, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself yet.

“ Yunho. “

Yunho. The name suited him. Like some kind of golden retriever, wanting to be petted, his droopy eyes and drunken movements made you want to embrace him in your arms. His aura was definitely dangerous and that’s what seemed to trigger you, drawing you closer to him more than you would have wanted to.

“ I’m Y/N. “

“ Well Y/N, cheers to us meeting each other. “ — Yunho said, pushing the new welcomed glass of whiskey in front of him towards you.

You tried not to grin like an idiot, so a sly smile decorated your features as your glass clicked with his and both of you emptied its contents, the whiskey burning all the way down to your stomach.

The conversation with Yunho continued naturally — or, it was probably the after effect of all the alcohol you both had during the talk.

You definitely weren’t the same person who had walked through the club doors by now. Eyes half-lidded, drunk smile to whatever Yunho was saying with occasionally playfully punching his shoulder.

After taking one more sip of the golden whiskey from the glass, Yunho looked up at you, offering his hand.

“ Do you want to dance? “

You nodded without even looking at him, immediately placing your hand in his as he guided you through the crowd of chaotic people to the middle of the flashing darkness of the club.

The music was too loud for you to even talk to him now. Your body, consumed by the alcohol, swayed in it’s own way with every step closer to Yunho, who was following your movements.

You let your hair fall down from your bun, leaving it messily to cover your shoulders.

His eyes never left you, even in the flickering lights, the smoke cloud — his dark eyes were creating holes all over your body and face, admiring your every breath. If he could he would take a picture of you like this with his own eyes.

You found yourself pressed against him in a way that wasn’t appropriate for a married woman, but your mind was drowning itself in the euphoria of the moment.

Yunho’s hands slowly creeped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Sweat was forming on your neck and forehead. The close proximity was doing nothing to settle the flames in your body.

You reached for your hair, gathering it and moving it to the side, letting your neck breathe for a moment — but Yunho seized the opportunity, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder that made you shiver in his arms.

“ You’re so beautiful. “ — the breathy voice spoke in your ear.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you drunkenly giggled at his words.

“ Is that why you kissed my shoulder? You think it’s beautiful? “ — you laughed.

The question didn’t really make any sense but does this all even make sense to you anymore?

“ Yeah… “ — Yunho chuckled behind you. “ Maybe I need to kiss every part of your body. Because it’s beautiful as well. “

His deep voice rang in your ears, despite the loud music. Your stomach coiled tight, not just from the alcohol but from something more dangerous—something you weren’t supposed to feel.

You should pull away. The rational part of your mind screamed at you, reminding you of the vows you took, the man waiting — or rather, not waiting— at home. But then there was this other part of you, the one that had been buried for years under loneliness and cold sheets, the one that ached for touch, for heat, for something that felt real.

Your silence was enough of an answer for Yunho. His fingers pressed a little firmer against your waist, drawing you back against his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips brushed against your exposed shoulder again, slower this time, more deliberate.

A quiet sigh left your lips before you could stop it. Your head tilted slightly to the side, granting him more access, and Yunho took the invitation without hesitation. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

This isn’t right at all, but why does it make you feel so good?

“ Tell me to stop. “ — Yunho murmured, his voice thick with something dark, something teasing. “ Tell me you don’t want this, and I will. “

You should. God, you should.

But the thoughts of his soft pink lips all over your body, your sweaty, naked bodies pressed against each other, his tender fingers exploring every inch of your skin are what keeps you insane in your head.

“ Don’t stop… “ — you whispered, barely audible over the pounding music.

Yunho let out a soft curse under his breath, his lips grazing just beneath your jaw before trailing lower. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he guided your movements with his own, grinding your bodies together. Your back arched, your ass grinding against him.

The friction was already too much for him to handle, his uneven breaths, sweat dripping on his forehead and droopy drunk eyes decorating his features.

You felt his hardness pressing into you, the feeling making you chuckle as your eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere.

“ Fuck. “ — he breathed against your neck, his voice strained, full of restraint he was barely holding onto. “ You have no idea what you’re doing to me. “

You did. Oh, you definitely did. And you liked it.

The warmth of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers instinctively curled around his wrists, keeping his hands exactly where they were — on you.

“ You’re playing a dangerous game. “ — he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jawline now.

“ So are you. “ — you countered, voice softer, teasing.

He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “ Yeah… but I don’t think I care anymore. “

Neither did you.

His touch was fire against your skin, his palm pressing possessively as he whispered. “ Let me take you somewhere quieter. “

It wasn’t a question.

And you didn’t hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate turn, you finally faced him, your noses nearly touching. His pupils were blown, lips parted, waiting — for you, for your answer.

You licked your lips, fingers reaching up to play with the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt before gripping the fabric, tugging him just a little closer.

“ Lead the way. “ — you murmured.

Yunho didn’t waste another second.

The club was a blur of flashing lights and pulsing bass, the heat of the dance floor fading as he led you toward the back, where a set of sleek, black stairs spiraled upward into dimly lit exclusivity.

Your steps faltered for just a moment, a flicker of hesitation tightening in your chest.

“ Where are we? “

Yunho turned back, his dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours as he smirked. “ Private lounge. “ — he explained, nodding toward the security guard at the base of the stairs. “ Owner’s a friend. “

A friend. Right. You didn’t need to question further. Places like this, high-end clubs with an air of indulgence, always had secret spaces—rooms meant for more than just drinking and talking.

Yunho led you toward the white polished wooden door at the end of the hallway. He pushed it open, revealing a space that was complete opposite of the chaos downstairs.

A low-lit room, a single king-sized bed dominating the center. The scent of leather and freshly washed sheets lingered in the air.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the reality of this moment.

This wasn’t just some reckless dance on the club floor anymore.

This was real. This was happening. You were about to have sex with a stranger you met at the club.

You — a married woman.

But of course, at the moment we’re speaking, all the consequences of this left your mind along with your dignity.

Yunho turned to you, his gaze carefully reading your reaction. “ Say the word. “ — he murmured, voice thick. “ And I’ll walk you back downstairs. “

Was walking downstairs something you wanted now? Absolutely not. You were not going to chicken out drunk in front of a hell handsome man with an aching boner in his pants who was yearning for you, plus your legs were killing you in these heels.

Your fingers found the front of his shirt again, your fingers hooking slightly under it making his jaw clench.

“ Close the door. “ — you whispered.

Yunho cursed under his breath before reaching back, shoving the door shut and locking them.

Oh, you’re fucked.

You stepped forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Yunho groaned against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, your bodies fitting together lustfully perfect.

His lips left yours only to trail across your jaw, down your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. His teeth softly grazing your skin.

“ No marks, please… “ — you said breathlessly.

Yunho smirked against your neck, leaving a few more kisses that added the fuel to the already burning flames in your body.

“ As you wish, princess. “

His hands lifted your dress higher, sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric over your hips. You gasped as his fingers pressed against the lace of your panties where you needed him the most.

“ You’re already so wet for me. “ — he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you through the thin fabric, sending shivers up your spine.

“ Yunho… “ — your whimpered, holding his shoulders like your life depended on them.

He hummed in response, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your face up toward him again. His lips hovered just above yours, teasing, taunting. “ You sure you want this, hm? “

Your heart pounded. Your body screamed for more, for everything.

“ Please… “ — you breathed. “ I want you. “

Yunho groaned, his restraint finally snapping. He grabbed your hips, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell onto the mattress, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he followed, his weight pressing you down, anchoring you beneath him.

His lips were everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts as he pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders, taking it off of you. His hands were rough, impatient, tugging fabric, exploring skin, lighting fire everywhere they touched.

Even in such a hurry blinded by the lust he took his time to worship every part of your almost naked body in front of him.

“ Fuck… You’re like a goddess. “

Your hands tugged slightly on his shirt, he quickly got the message, unbuttoning it completely and throwing it away.

I’m a goddess? Does he see himself?

Yunho’s body was picture perfect presented in front of your eyes. His shoulders wide just the right size, not too buff, not too slim — he was just perfect.

You sat up on the bed unclasping your black lacy bra, throwing it aside, immediately finding his belt.

“ Eager one, aren’t you? “ — Yunho teased, looking down at you.

“ Damn right I am. “ — You said, boldly, not even hidding the urge to have him all over you tonight in every possible way.

The touch deprivation inside of you brust out the moment Yunho touched you first.

Now all you could focus on was him, his body, his hands and his dick that was painfully hard and hidden beneath the pants you fastly tugged off of him.

Once his dick was out right in front of your face, you were definitely not disappointed by the size.

You wasted no time in taking it in your hand, stroking it a few times before your tongue ran over the anrgy tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum.

Yunho’s breathing was uneven, looking down at you playing with his cock, the sight itself could make him come right now, but he needed to calm down — he didn’t want the fun to be over yet.

You weren’t unexperienced on blowjobs, but it has been definitely awhile since you’d done one.

Attempting that with Hongjoong usually resulted in him dismissing you from the room, following with “Don’t you see I’m busy now?”

Yunho swore he saw stars the moment you took him inside your mouth. A few curses leaving his lips breathlessly as his hand found your hair, moving it away from your face into a ponytail.

“ God… You’re so good at this… “ — he said, a slight moan leaving his lips.

You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head at a steady pace, your core throbbing each time he let out a groan of satisfaction.

His hand at the back of your head, holding your hair, pushed you more into him until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you knew that by the end of this, you makeup would need to be fixed immediately.

“ Y-Yes… You’re doing so well princess. Just a little more, fuck. “

He took the control, guiding your head on him, pushing him impossibly more inside your mouth.

But he didn’t want to cum now, not yet, so before he could — he backed away from your mouth, sweat covering his forehead.

You breathed deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, tears dripping down your cheeks.

His fingers raised your chin up so he could look at you.

“ So gorgeous. “

He tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb. You looking up at him like he was an angel from above, someone who would take care of you.

“ Turn around for me. “

Of course, you obeyed stupidly. Turning around slowly on all fours, your ass up in the air for him.

You felt the mattress shift as he moved behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass before he ripped your panties, making you yelp.

“ Yunho! “

“ I’ll buy you a new ones, pretty. “ — he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on your ass cheek.

He spread you open, exposing just how wet you were for him. A sharp inhale came from above, followed by a deep, appreciative groan.

“ God, you’re dripping. “ — Yunho muttered, running his fingers through your slick folds, teasing but not giving you what you needed just yet.

You whined, pressing back against his touch. “ Please… I need you. Stop teasing. “

“ You sure you’re ready to take me? “ — he chuckled darkly, rubbing slow circles around your entrance, his other hand squeezing your hip to hold you in place. “ Impatient little thing. “ — he mused before finally pushing two fingers inside you.

Your moaned instantly, the stretch just enough to make your back arch. He worked you open, thrusting his fingers at a slow, torturous pace, curling them just right to make you clench around him.

“ Y-Yunho— “

“ I know baby, fuck you’re so tight for me. “

When he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.

“ This might be your last chance to back out, pretty. “ — He said, his tip rubbing over your wetness.

“ Please Yunho… “ — you whined, impatient.

With one slow thrust, he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch. Your hands clenched the sheets, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp at how full he made you feel.

It caused you to feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.

Damn, it has been awhile.

“ Fuck, Y/N… “ — he gritted out, pausing to let you adjust, his fingers digging into your hips.

You pushed back slightly, needing more, and Yunho groaned at the way you clenched around him.

“ You’re gonna be the death of me. “ — he murmured before pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“ F-Faster… Please Yunho… “

And he didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed himself deeper in a faster pace, making your face fall flat into the pillows as you nearly screamed his name.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the dimly lit room, each thrust making your body jolt against the mattress.

You chanted his name like some kind of spell, your mind blurry as your body was floating from the pleasure, your fingers digging into the sheets, trying to ground yourself as his pace became relentless.

His hand slid down your spine before gripping the back of your neck, forcing your chest down while keeping your ass raised high for him. The new angle made his cock hit deeper, right against that spot that had you choking on a moan.

“ There it is. “ - he groaned, rolling his hips in a way that had your toes curling. “ You feel that, baby? “

You could only nod frantically, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Your orgasm was building quickly and Yunho could tell by the way you desperately clenched on him.

“ You’re close, aren’t you pretty? “ — he groaned, his fingers sneaking between your legs to circle your clit. “ Wanna come all over my cock? “

“ Y-Yes. “ — you gasped, your thighs shaking. “ Please, I’m so close— “

Yunho smirked, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper, chasing both of your highs.

“ Come for me, baby. “ he rasped, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “ Come all over me, come on. “

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching around him as pleasure shot through every nerve in your body. You cried out his name, your body going completely rigid before melting beneath him.

“ Oh God— “ — Yunho groaned, his hips stuttering as your tightness sent him over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times before pulling out quickly, storking himself above you, spilling his release on your back with a guttural moan.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, both of you coming down from the high.

Your mind blank, your body fucked just the way it needed to be as you let yourself fall down on the bed.

Yunho stood up from the bed, opening the dark bathroom door at the very corner of the room, coming back with a paper roll, cleaning your back from the mess he made.

You rolled on your back staring at the ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing back to normal.

“ You okay? “ — Yunho asked, laying beside you, kissing your shoulder.

You nodded, eyes heavy to keep open. “ Yeah… more than okay. “

Yunho let out a satisfied hum, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as the warmth between you lingered. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but there was an undeniable comfort in the silence that followed.

You turned your head slightly to look at him. Even in the dim lighting, Yunho looked like he belonged here — with you, in this bed, in this moment. His chest rose and fell steadily, the aftershocks of pleasure still evident in the way his muscles twitched.

For a brief moment, reality began creeping back in. The weight of what you had just done settled over you like a thin veil, but you refused to let it suffocate you. You had spent so long feeling unwanted, untouched — aching for something you weren’t allowed to have. And now? Yunho had given it to you without hesitation.

You reached out, fingers grazing over his jawline. “ Thank you. “

He blinked, turning his head to meet your gaze. “ For what? “

“ For making me happy. “

Yunho chuckled. “ Anytime, pretty. “

You leaned in, pressing your lips softly to his. It wasn’t like the feverish kisses from before, desperate and urgent — it was slower, almost tender. Yunho responded just as gently, his fingers tightening around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“ Stay. “ — he murmured, barely above a whisper.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers tightening against his skin. “ I don’t think I can. “

Yunho’s jaw clenched slightly, but he nodded, like he already expected that answer. “ Then let me hold you. Just for tonight. “

Your eyes burned, but you didn’t fight him as he pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a promise.

For now this was enough.

But you absolutely weren’t ready for what the morning ahead brought.

Once you woke up, your head was pounding like someone were hitting it with a hammer. You groaned, stretching across the bed, your body sore, muscles still tired and barely able to move on command.

You opened your eyes, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking around the room your brain didn’t remember as the usual one you would wake up in.

The memories from last night quickly filled the empty gaps in your head making your eyes widen in realization.

You cheated on Hongjoong.

With a complete stranger.

At the club.

You’re still at the club.

Alone.

Because the moment you looked around, bed was empty and no trace of the Yunho you met last night to be seen.

You would be lying if you didn’t feel your heart breaking in your chest because he left you all alone after last night like this. But, seriously, what were you expecting?

It was a one night stand and a bad decision made in a rush of lust and alcohol.

You’re still a married woman.

Your fingers went over your ring finger only to realize there wasn’t any ring on it anymore.

That’s when the panic shot through your whole body, and as it was on fire, you jumped up from the bed on your unsteady legs, frantically searching the messy sheets for the golden diamond ring — the only thing you had never taken off in the past five years.

Frustrated tears escaped your eyes as you continued searching all over the room for it only to be left disappointed.

It’s not possible that it could slip off from your finger — because it never had — it was made for you and your finger size only.

You decided to calm down, thinking that eventually it will pop up somewhere around. Maybe asking the club owner wouldn’t be a bad idea too — what if the cleaning staff found it somewhere on the dance floor?

You collected your stuff from the floor, realizing that your panties had been ripped by Yunho last night.

“Fuck.” — you cursed, hoping that the dress would cover anything inappropriate so you could go out.

Doing a random double take at the table that was by the door, you realized that your bag and jacket were right there, along with your phone.

Of course, it was left at the table you were with your friends at — but how did it end up here in the room?

Was it Yunho who brought it up while you were sleeping?

You rushed toward it, searching inside your coat and bag for the ring but still found nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sighed in relief that it turned on with only 10% of battery.

There were possibly hundreds of messages from your friends, and this would probably require a lot of explanations to cover up.

But what made your heart sink down to your feet were the two following messages that appeared on your screen.

Hongjoong : You’re not home? Where are you? I’m home 4:56am

Unknown number : Good morning pretty <3 I’m sure you’ve found all your stuff by now and if you’re still searching for your ring I think you should find me first ;) Yunho 8:33am

Fucked indeed.

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badboy!seonghwa

you expected to spend summer the way you always did: holed up in your aunts beach house hosting friday night bingo and sunday afternoon barbecues. instead, you find yourself pulled into a summer romance with the first boy to make your heart flutter despite the darkness and mystery that surrounds him.

you expected to start at a new school that upcoming fall on a clean slate, your head still swarming with the boy who left you with a kiss on the lips and a promise to see you soon. but apparently, sooner meant in homeroom, your eyes meeting and the familiarity flashing in them immediately.

you expected his smile to be as bright as yours so why was he looking at you like he never wanted to see you again?

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The Library of Illusion :: Cult of Dionysus Event

Welcome to the Library of Illusion. A place where legend and reality go hand in hand.

Enter each section if you dare. Your task is simple: collect the keys to unlock the Restricted Section and find the treasure hidden within. Will you suceed?

Status: COMPLETE.

➥ ateez ot8 × fem!reader

summary: After finding a box full of information on the infamous Library of Illusion, something only spoken about in her childhood, and the hidden treasure it contains, Y/N decides to track down the library and find out if the rumors are true.

genre/themes/au: non idol au, fantasy, science fiction, horror, history, crime/mystery, adventure, supernatural themes, slight biblical & demonic themes

warnings: adult dialogue, sexual content (mdni 18+), elements of bdsm, female reader × ateez, see each part for further warnings

a/n: this has been a long time coming. I'm so excited to finally be able to unveil this event as we've been holding onto it for a while now. Please make sure to check out the other wonderful works by the other writers on this masterlist!

Thank you so much for reading, as always this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. Banners made by me with help from a template made by @imlevis. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. If you enjoy these works please reblog!

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ateez taglist: @2hodefender @cixrosie @pyeonghongrie-main @flowerboykun @sanjoongie @anyamaris @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

special tags: @thelargefrye @hwasdollie

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The Witch & the Lamb ⛧ Of Hellfire & Saints ⛧ The Library of Illusion

↬ dive into the backstories of the Demon & and the Keeper of Keys to learn how Hongjoong became a demon, why Seonghwa made a deal to become a vampire and how the Library of Illusion came to be. »» coming soon

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Hiii, welcome to tumblr!!! I see you haven't written for any requests yet but i was wondering if you would write a idol!Yeosang x reader oneshot where he comes back home after tour and finds that reader has adopted a pet (cat, dog, bunny whatever you want!) And is referring to it as their baby?

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | kang yeosang .ᐟ

☆ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

kang yeosang of ateez x reader !

꩜ synopsis .ᐟ — you adopted a dog to call it your baby but yeosang has other plans

꩜ content .ᐟ — fluff | idol!yeosang | sulky yeosang | soft | heartwarming and cute overall ( me thinks ? ) |

꩜ warnings .ᐟ — none :)

꩜ author’s note .ᐟ — oh my, thank you so much for writing my first request on here! i tried my best to write it according to the plot you’ve given me and i hope it reached your expectations at least a little bit. i hope i did a good job and thank you once again so much. <3 enjoy reading.

꩜ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

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“ Bravo! Aren’t you the cutest little being? Come here! “ — I squealed excitedly, watching as the little white fluff quickly rushed it’s tiny feet towards my open arms.

“ Good boy! “

The small maltese dog licked the palm of my hand happy with the way I scratched under his ears.

“ Are you hungry hm? I should feed you before going to sleep. “ — I said, looking at the wall clock above the fireplace that showed 10pm sharp.

Standing up from the cold wooden floor I was sitting on, I walked towards the kitchen. Last drawer of the counter was filled with many yellow packages that were especially bought for this occasion and that is — adopting this cute little fluff ball.

Having a whole house for myself now was slowly draining every bit of social and emotional energy left in me.

Most of my friends were way too busy for a meet up, having jobs or children to look after while I was rotting in my bed for the past two weeks, since me going out required more work than usual.

I wasn’t supposed to leave the house at all, only if necessary. “Others must not see you walk out of Yeosang’s house or they’ll suspect things” — is what’s written in the managment message sent by the CEO.

So I made my own little child to look after.

Well not really made… I adopted it.

“ Hetmongie come here boy! “

Quick tiny footsteps echoed through the huge room, as the dog walked up to it’s bowl full of food.

He was happily munching on the food with his tail wiggling around, which decorated my face with a bright smile.

I miss Yeosang.

At the thought of my boyfriend, the phone I left on the dinning table dinged.

‘I’m on my way home! Should be there around 7 in the morning, don’t stay awake! <3’

“ You’re gonna meet your daddy soon little one! “ — I exclaimed, watching as the fluff ball kept on eating, absolutely not caring that I was giggling like a crazy woman.

Once I got ready for the bed, welcoming myself into the warm clean sheets — the sleep immediately crashed over me.

A slight movement on the bed, the warmth of another body next to mine, strong but gentle hands carefully wrapping themselves around my body — pulling me in closer. Neck kiss followed by a deep breath that sent shivers down my spine.

“ I missed you. “ — a deep voice whispered, trying not to wake me up, not knowing I was already aware of my surroundings.

I opened my eyes, sleepily smiling, turning my head to look at the Aphrodie’s son himself.

Kang Yeosang.

“ Yeosang… “ — I mumbled. “ You’re back. “

“ Yes angel, I’ve just arrived. “ — He said, pecking the tip of my nose. “ I didn’t want to wake you up yet, sorry. You should go back to sleep, it’s barely morning. “

“ No, I’m fine. I went to bed early. “ — I said, turning my whole body to completely face him. “ How was the last show? “

“ Intense and truly amazing. Wooyoung teared up a little when we were leaving. “ — He answered, reaching his hand out, fingers brushing against my cheek, tucking the hair strand behind my ear. “ It honestly made me tear up too. “

“ Crybaby. “ — I chuckled.

Yeosang narrowed his eyes at me. “ I’m not. Wooyoung cried more. “

“ Oh, so you’re both crybabies? “ — I teased.

“ I thought you missed me, now why are you clocking me so early in the morning? “ — He asked, eyebrow raising suspiciously.

“ Because it’s funny seeing you all worked up when I tease you about being a softie. “ — I giggled, while his face remained serious.

“ That’s because I’m not. “

“ Mhm. As if I’d believe you. “ — I whispered, brushing our lips together, my eyes seductively dropping — meeting his.

“ What do I need to do for you to believe me? “ — He asked, eyes following the spell luring him to my lips.

“ Show me. “

His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, making my heart increase it’s beatings.

Oh how I missed his lips, his kisses and his gentle touches.

Turning around, my body was trapped under my lover, hands behind his neck as his went to hold my waist.

As Yeosang’s lips trailed their way down my jaw, slowly reaching my neck — Hetmongi jumped on the bed, letting out a strong loud bark.

Yeosang jumped, in progress moving himself from me, letting out a small scream before dropping on his butt on the bed edge.

My eyes scanned Yeosang, who was staring at Hetmongi like it’s a ghost from the scariest horror move he’d ever seen — sitting on our bed. His hands holding his chest, afraid that a heart attack wasn’t far away from catching him.

My laugh broke the silence, almost tearing up at the scene that unfolded a second ago.

“ Y/N it’s not funny, I almost died! What is that doing here?! “ — Yeosang said, trying to calm down his heavy breathing and racing heart.

“ I-I can’t you… I can’t you’re so funny… “ — I spoke in between laughter, trying to catch my own breath as Hetmongi licked the palm of my hand.

“ Is that a freaking dog? “

“ Are you being serious now? Of course it’s a dog, look at him, hello little boy! “ — I said, scratching Hetmongi’s ears.

“ Well I’m sorry for not expecting to see a dog bark at me while I’m trying to have sex with my girlfriend! “ — Yeosang sulked.

I covered Hetmongi’s ears, nasty side-eyeing the boy sitting on the bed.

“ What? “ — He questioned, confused by my deathly stare.

“ It’s still a baby, watch your language. “

He blinked twice, looking at the fluff ball, then back at me.

“ Why do you have a dog? “ — He questioned.

“ Because I adopted it. “

His eyes widened. “ You adopted it? “

“ Yeah, isn’t it cute? “ — I asked, grinning widely as Hetmongi made himself comfortable, climbing in my lap.

Yeosang eyed the dog for a few more minutes, his brain processing what is going on, before speaking up again.

“ You didn’t tell me there was a dog here. “

“ It was supposed to be a surprise. “ — I said. “ Hetmongi meet your daddy! “

Yeosang glanced down at the maltese in my lap.

“ I- What… “

He was completely lost, the cogs probably not doing much work in that beautiful head of his.

“ Are you mad at me? “ — I asked, watching his zoned out stare.

“ What? “ — The trance broke, back to soft eyes looking up at me. “ No, angel, I can’t ever be mad at you. I just didn’t expect to see a dog all of the sudden, plus it scared the absolute shit out me like… God. “

“ His name is Hetmongi. “ — I said with the proud smile.

“ How original. “ — Yeosang commented, rolling his eyes playfully.

“ I thought about adopting a cat but this maltese looked like you so I had to take him home. “

“ Oh not you too… “ — Yeosang said, standing up from the bed like something terrible just happened in his life. “ I will not sit here being called a maltese by my own girlfriend too. “

I giggled at his adorable reaction, all frustrated. “ Cutie. But it means that it’s true now that I’ve said it too. “

“ First of all… “ — Yeosang fixed his posture, his chin proudly up in the air. “ I’m a doberman, second of all, I’m not cute. “

Silence.

Before I brusted out in laughter again, making him scoff at me.

“ Y/N, it’s not funny! “ — He raised his voice, pouting like a five-year old.

Hetmongi barked at him again, making my laughter unstoppable.

“ Even our son agrees with me. “ — I said.

“ You all just hate me. You both turned against me. I see how it is. “ — He dramatically said, tucking literally nothing behind his ear, looking anywhere but me.

“ Mongie I think daddy is having an identity crisis. “ — I spoke to the dog that was still cuddling in the warmth of my lap.

“ It’s not because I know I’m a doberman. “ — Yeosang said. “ Now, you both excuse me while I go and take a shower. “ — adding, he turned around leaving the room. The serious attitude act never dropping.

“ Don’t let him fool you, he’s a maltese. “ — I spoke to Hetmongi.

“ Doberman! “ — Yeosang’s voice rang through the hallway back to us.

About a week later, the noticeable change was kicking in Yeosang and his interactions towards Hetmongi.

He would often feed him, play ‘catch’ around the house and I would even catch him sleeping with Hetmongi in his lap.

Currently Wooyoung and Mingi were over, having dinner at our place as we all witnessed Yeosang feed Hetmongi.

The white maltese happily barked, listening to every order Yeosang would say, patiently waiting to get his food.

“ What are they doing? “ — Mingi questioned. The scene in front of him alerting his brain chemistry.

“ They are communicating. “ — Wooyoung chuckled.

“ Like father like son. “ — I said.

“ I’m literally right here, stop gossiping. “ — Yeosang said, joining us at the table.

“ Does this mean you’re accepting your maltese side finally? “ — Mingi asked.

“ For the billionth time, no. “

“ He’s lying. “ — I mouthed to Mingi, giggling.

“ So, when are you gonna introduce your son to others? “ — Wooyoung added.

“ Once Y/N gets pregnant. “ — Yeosang said, making me choke slightly on the piece of bread I had just biten into.

“ Oh. “ — Wooyoung smirked. “ I see how it is. I hope you also name it Hetmongi. “

Once alone in the house with Yeosang again. I walked up to the couch he was resting on, Hetmongi curled in his lap again.

“ Yeosang… About what you said… While we were eating. “ — my own voice betraying me, gulping nervously.

“ About you being pregnant? “ — He looked up at me sitting down like I’m paralyzed.

I nodded, taking a deep breath to speak up again but he was fast enough to catch on first.

“ I wasn’t joking… If that’s what you wanted to ask. I mean, I really want to have a baby with you one day. A family. So… Like… “ — He spoke, his cheeks blushing, eyes looking everywhere but me in panic. “ Whenever you’re… Uhm… Ready for that… I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I just said it, so you know that, I see the future with you. “ — He stopped for a second, thinking deeply before looking into my eyes, noticing they are full of tears. Removing Hetmongi from his lap, he grabbed my hands immediately.

“ Y/N, why are you crying? I-I… Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry… I know it probably didn’t make any sense… It’s okay if you don’t want to get pregnant… I mean we don’t need to have a child, we-we have Hetmongi and we’ll adopt another one if you want to or if— “

My lips placed on his, breaking his nervous, stuttering and heaven sent speach, taking him by surprise. His lips responded to mine tenderly before I pulled away.

“ I love you. “ — I said. “ I would love to have a baby with you Yeosang. “

I heard him gulp, redness painting his pale cheeks again. His glowing eyes, searching for any discomfort in my own, not breaking the contact.

“ Y-You… You would? “

I nodded.

“ Absolutely. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and also raise our baby together. “ — quickly pecking his lips again before adding. “ Maybe Hetmongi would love to have a brother or sister. “

He smiled, suddenly standing up from the couch pulling me up with him in his arms, which got me gasping in surprise.

“ Then I think we should make you a real baby this time instead of adopting another maltese. “ — He said, walking us out of the living room, taking slow steps upstairs.

“ Don’t need more maltese dogs. I already have two. “

Rolling his eyes, he carried me inside our bedroom.

“ You’re going to be the death of me. “

Hetmongi barked from the living room, making me chuckle and Yeosang to shut the door closed this time — wishing not to have any more ‘interruptions’.

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jeon jungkook of bts x original female character !

@ synopsis .ᐟ — you fall in love with your best friend

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“ Want some? “ — he asked, mouth full of sweet chestnut chocolate.

His eyes guilty, thinking I wanted to eat it too before he muched on seven bars of it already.

“ No. Enjoy yourself. “ — I chuckled.

He licked his fingers, pulling out the pack of Sobranie Russian Black cigarettes on the small table in front of my couch. Lighting one with such ease, he didn’t offer it to me — knowing I don’t smoke.

Inhaling the smoke, he breathed out the grey clouds in the air. The smell intoxicating to my nose. He looked thoughtful, somewhat nervous as I saw the cigarette burning faster than usual.

“ She avoided me again today. “ — he spoke, breaking the soft melody of the song playing on the TV.

I didn’t need to ask much. I knew he was talking about Sewon.

The beautiful blonde girl with the cutest freckles covering her small nose. The one sitting in front of me in every class we have together, sometimes borrowing a pencil from me or paper.

He was in love with her. Madly in love.

She avoided him because of his parents. They never approved him being in a relationship with a girl whose nationality wasn’t Korean. His parents are contoversial, following the tradition of keeping the pure-blood family line, so they were quite disappointed when their youngest son, Jeon Jungkook, fell in love with a foreigner sun-kissed girl.

“ Did you talk with your parents? “

“ I don’t want to. “ — he said, placing the cigarette in the ash-bin. “ Mom ordered me not to mention Sewon at the dinner table ever again. Father is taking out the anger on her everytime I do. He thinks she failed in upbringing me. “

The piano sound echoed through the living room as ‘Through It All’ played next on the TV.

Jungkook hummed to the song. It’s his favorite one. The irony of it all being true to him, the lyrics Charlie wrote in the song.

“ He should be a bigger artist. “ — Jungkook declared. “ Everytime I mention him, people stare at me not knowing who I’m talking about. “

He changed the topic suddenly, sensing that the thoughts flowing through his head about the situation might be too much for him to handle if he continued talking about it. Again.

I nodded. “ Well I know him. “

He looked at me, then giggled shyly. “ That’s because I’ve been obsessing over his songs to you. Who else would suffer me yapping if not my best friend? “

My best friend. Right.

I’ve known Jungkook since preschool. Our parents were friends long time before we were born and living twenty minutes away from one another helped them stay in contact. We’ve attended the same highschool and now college. He’s been there for me through holding my hair when I threw up from overdrinking at the party to me pissing my pants in public because I was laughing too much.

The truth is — I like him. No, I love him.

I realized I loved him about four years ago, which is quite late, considering we’ve been best friends for twenty-one years.

Lucy and Jimin, our mutual friends, are the only ones that know about my feelings. Jimin urged me to tell him, but once I thought I was ready to risk our friendship, Sewon showed up as an exchange student and caught his heart before I could.

“ I’m tired. “ — Jungkook yawned, laying down on the couch he was sitting on. His dark locks falling on my lap along with his head.

“ Your neck will hurt if you fall asleep like this. “ — I said, looking down at him.

“ Shh, I’m sleeping. “ — he added with closed eyes, making the smile decorate my lips.

My hand softly reached his head, caressing his hair. He loved this — told me it makes him feel like I’m cleansing his mind so he can sleep peacefully.

He was like a tattooed golden retriever in my lap, the dog who wanted to be petted by his owner.

But I didn’t own him.

He owned me and my heart.

The next morning, at the breakfast table, my mom made a simple meal before I leave for classes.

“ Jungkook stayed again last night? “ — she asked casually.

And it was normal.

Uninvited, he would spend more time at my house than his, saying how he wished my parents were his — and how the smell of my pillow is the same as vanilla he loved.

I nodded. “ He left before I woke up. “

“ At this point he should move in. “ — she added, making me choke on the milk I was about to gulp down.

She laughed at me as my cheeks turned rosy.

“ I was joking honey. But you two have known each other for over a decade. When I was in college, there weren’t any boy-girl friendships, people were getting married. “ — she said.

“ Mom, we’re not in the medieval. It’s 21st century. People aren’t even straight anymore. “

“ So Jungkook is gay? “

“ Mom! “ — I squeaked.

“ But you said so! “ — she added.

“ No, he’s not gay. He might get a girlfriend soon. “ — I said, looking down at my plate.

“ Well, that’s nice, I guess. Eunji has been stressing out over that boy. She told me about the girl he wants to be with and as I heard, she’s from Netherlands, right? “

Jeon Eunji, Jungkook’s mother. My mom visited her often, vice versa. They are gossiping about everything over a cup of coffee, sometimes even a shot of whiskey.

“ Yeah. Her korean name is Sewon. “

“ She seemed disappointed in him. “ — my mom said. “ It would be much better if he choosed someone like you. “

I stood up from the table.

“ I’m late for class. Bye mom! “ — I said, leaving the kitchen and her mess of a words spoken out loud.

Eunji indeed loved me as her daughter, but I don’t want to add more pressure on Jungkook about marrying and being with someone he doesn’t want to, as his mother is already torturing him daily.

After college, the same routine would repeat itself. Jungkook would come for a visit, and it usually turns into an unplanned sleepover. So I made sure the blankets were washed for him.

Until he hit me with the message that he’s not coming tonight, so instead Lucy came over.

“ I absolutely love the softener you use for sheets. Smells like vanilla. “ — she said, wrapping herself in the freshly washed blanket.

“ Do you think I’m doing something wrong? “ — I asked, seated on the chair near my desk.

“ About what? “

“ About Jungkook. I mean, of course I’m doing something wrong cause we are definitely not moving anywhere away from the friendship stage. “ — I said.

“ Just tell him how you feel Sanghee. We talked about this already. “ — Lucy said.

“ And I told you that I don’t wanna ruin our friendship. What if he leaves me after that? What if he actually deletes my existence from his life and move on? “

“ He won’t. He told me that he would rather kill himself than watch you leave. “ — Lucy said.

I looked at her. My heart increasing the blood pumping. “ He did? “

She nodded. “ We talked about my previous argument with Jimin and the way we didn’t speak for an entire month and he mentioned that he couldn’t imagine you ignoring him, let alone leaving and that he would rather kill himself if you ever do. “

My heart felt heavy, the faster pumping made my veins clench from the stress I surpassed.

He’s telling me he would die if I leave, making me think what else he’s willing to do for the woman he love — Sewon, for example.

Jungkook rushed the next day to my locker in the empty hallway of our college.

“ Sanghee! “ — he called me.

I closed my locker, looking at him with a small smile. “ Hi. “

“ Sorry I didn’t come over last night. I’ve finally managed to meet up with Sewon again. “ — he said, all excited about the freshly delivered news to me.

There it goes again, the blank space in my mind as I completely zoned out after hearing the words “meeting up with Sewon”.

“ Oh… Well at least she didn’t decline the call now. How was it? “ — I asked, completely uninterested.

I’m such a bad friend.

“ We decided to give it a try again. I don’t care about any bullshit my parents are giving me. If they attack her for being with me again, I’m running away. “ — he said.

“ You’re crazy. “ — I sighed. “ But good luck, I guess. “

“ You seem tired, are you okay? “ — he asked, concerned in seeing my face without makeup as I usually take my time in making myself look presentable for college.

“ Yeah, I’m fine. Lucy was over at my place last night, so we stayed up late. “ — I said.

He nodded. “ I’ll see you later then, okay?”

“ Mhm. “

As weeks passed by, I started realizing that I couldn’t keep up with the way Jungkook drained up all of my energy by talking about Sewon everytime we meet.

I started avoiding him. His calls, messages — telling him I’m busy so he can’t sleepover, but then I stayed awake the whole night thinking about him and Sewon.

About a month later, my behavior didn’t change, and Jungkook never realized I avoided him, because all his time Sewon was there to take my position — until one rainy night around two in the morning, my phone woke me up.

‘Sanghee, please open the door.’

‘I’m outside.’

‘Please wake up, I don’t wanna ring the bell and wake your parents up.’

‘It’s pouring rain.’

‘Please I don’t feel well.’

I jumped to my feet as I read the messages following one another from Jungkook. I quietly left my room and went towards the entrance, unlocking and opening the door to the shivering boy outside.

He entered the house, shaking, with pale face making his black doe eyes more visible. The bleeding lip and the bruise on his cheek covered with raindrops that fell from his drenched dark hair, decorating his face. He’s wearing the leather jacket, but the shirt underneath is all soaked.

“ What happened? Jungkook, are you okay? “ — I asked, panicking as I caught up on his whole appearance.

“ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Sanghee… “ — he said, the tears escaping his pure eyes as he hugged me tightly. “ My parents found out about Sewon and me again. “

I froze. Standing in the hallway with my best friend whom I’m in love with, crying on my shoulder, wetting my pajamas with the rain he carried on from outside and inside him.

My hands slowly wrapped themselves around him, hugging him back as I stared at the white wall in front of me.

“ It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I’m here… “ — I spoke silently, comforting myself and him with those words. “ Take deep breaths. “

He slowly let go of me after calming down from the state he was in.

“ I’m sorry for coming here so late and uninvited. “ — he said quietly, looking down.

“ Nonsense. That was never a problem. “ — I said, reaching my hand up to cup his cheek so he would look up at me again. “ Jungkook… What happened to your face? “

“ My father. “ — he said, the tears filling up in his eyes again. “ He got so mad at me after he caught me and Sewon parting ways before I came home. So I admitted the truth that we were back together and he punched me. He started yelling at me and no matter how I tried to argue back I couldn’t escape him. “ — he paused, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, letting another tear escape and collide with the raindrops on his face.

“ He kicked me out of the house immediately, told me not to come back but when mom opened the door she told me to come back later today. “

I listened to the story that was behind his tortured appearance, as my thumb caressed the bruise on his cheek softly.

“ Let’s get you changed and cleaned up, hm? It’s late, we have to sleep. “ — I said, carefully choosing the words.

After showering and changing into his leftover stuff he had at my place, he cuddled me in my bed, tightly hugging my body close.

“ Thank you. “ — he spoke. “ I’d have nowhere to go if it wasn’t for you. “

I ran my fingers through his wet hair, petting his hair softly as he got comfortable in my embrace.

He choosed to go over at my place, rather than Sewon’s.

But then again, of course, I’m his best friend.

Who else decodes you?

Who’s gonna hold you like me?

I stayed awake long after Jungkook fell asleep, watching the sunrise from the window of my room.

This is wrong. I’m doing things so wrong that’s why it hurts this much.

Jungkook went home around two in the afternoon, my parents welcomed him to join the lunch at our place before he leaves.

I was worried about him being back at his house again, wondering if his father cooled down from last night and whatever is going to happen to him now.

Knowing him, he won’t give up on Sewon that easily, nor did he, as we all know, even if it got him right where he is now.

What if he runs away with her like he planned to?

What if I never see him anymore?

Is he really able to leave me, but isn’t able to watch me leave him?

A week after, Jungkook avoided meeting up with Sewon in public, thinking someone he knows will pass it to his father, but I knew he was still seeing her, behind the closed doors of whatever place they were meeting up at.

I didn’t know, Jungkook never told me, but deep inside of me — I knew.

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Chuseok holiday was around the corner, so somehow that meant we would be having a regular dinner night with Jungkook and his parents.

“ Sanghee, we have to talk. “ — were the words that froze every cell in my body when Jungkook said them to me.

“ You know the dinner is tonight… “ — he added, fidgeting nervously with his fingers. He’s nervous… Whatever he wants to tell me — it got him nervous, and I was scared to hear the words that I might not be able to recover from.

“ Can you… Can you tell my parents we are together? “ — he asked, looking desperately up in my eyes.

What?!

“ Wait… What?! “ — I questioned, the blush appearing on my cheeks as I blankly stared at him.

He must be joking.

“ I know, it’s weird… But can you… Like… Pretend… To be my girlfriend, for the night… My father is still onto me for being with Sewon and I need to assure him that I’m not seeing her anymore so he doesn’t randomly question my every attempt of going out of the house. “ — he said, biting his lower lip, the doe eyes still staring through my soul, waiting for my answer.

No. No I can’t be doing this.

I don’t want our parents to think we’re together just for the sake of him going out with Sewon.

Who am I protecting? Him or her?

“ Jungkook I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea. “ — I said.

“ Please Sanghee… Please… I can’t keep going on with all of this with my father. I’m so sick of it and I’m scared he will threaten Sewon somehow like he did last time. “ — Jungkook said, suddenly taking my hands into his.

The warm touch of his hands on my cold ones made goosebumps raise all over my skin as I gulped.

“ Okay… “ — I said.

And so it happened, the strange night where everything changed between us.

Upon arrival at his house, the behavior Jungkook presented to both our parents was weird enough as he was way too touchy around me. From hugging me tightly when I entered to placing his hand on my thigh when we were sitting on the couch.

It wasn’t unusual of us, being comfortable with each other like this, but for me, at this moment — it meant a lot.

I was pretending to be in a relationship with my best friend for the show in front of both our parents.

And I actually love him, but he’s doing this for another girl.

I was the problem for accepting this.

At the dinner table, where everyone were talking about whatever I didn’t catch on — Jungkook grabbed my left hand on the table.

My mother was the first one who stole a quick glance at our hands, but ignored it as she continued talking with his parents.

As I said, nothing was unusual to them about us. I don’t know why he even suggested me as his fake girlfriend.

Noticing the way no one reacted at the table about anything we did tonight acting like a couple, he took my hand, his fingers taking the ring I was wearing on my middle finger, putting it on the one people put wedding rings on.

That’s the closest I’ve come to my heart exploding. I stared wide eyed down at my hand, completely shocked by what he was doing all of the sudden.

“ Mom, dad… I’m getting married. “ — He said, making the silence enter the dinning room we were in.

“ You’re what? “ — his mother questioned. “ To who? “

“ To Sanghee. “ — he said it, like it was obvious.

My parents looked at me, who was still staring at the ring on my finger. It was the friendship ring Jungkook gave to me when we finished middle school, it still fitted my finger and he wore his occasionally — only if it goes well with the outfit.

“ Oh my God Sanghee! “ — Jungkook’s mother squealed happily. “ Oh Lords of the heaven above thank you! “

I gulped, feeling sick to my stomach as I abruptly stood up from my chair.

“ Excuse me… I’ll be back. “ — I mumbled, immediately leaving the house through the front door to get some air.

The thoughts swirled through my head at the insane speed and I thought I was about to collapse every second.

“ Sanghee… Are you okay? What happened? “ — Jungkook’s voice asked, he exited the house after me, watching me standing on the road in pure panic.

“ What happened? You’re asking me what happened? You have got to be kidding me! “ — I snapped at him, watching his eyes widen at my sudden outbrust.

“ Do you even know what you’ve done in there? Do you have any idea that this is not just a play pretend Jungkook?! You just told our parents we are getting married are you out of your damn mind?! I thought the fake girlfriend thing was crazy enough, but even talking about marriage?! Are you crazy?! “ — I yelled at him as the salty tears gathered up in my eyes.

“ Did you think for a moment how I would feel? No. You only cared about getting with Sewon and your only priority was getting with Sewon even if that meant leaving me! “

“ Sanghee I would never— “

“ Shut the fuck up! Just shut up! Don’t dare saying you would never leave me because you already did, multiple times! Even now Jungkook you’re leaving me out in this! Even now you’re only thinking about yourself and your feelings and not considering mine too! “ — I continued spatting everything out to him.

“ I’m sorry… Sanghee I’m so— “

“ I love you. “ — I said, making him look up at me again. “ I love you Jungkook and it’s killing me that you’re so blind to everything that’s right in front of your eyes. You told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave but what the fuck am I supposed to do if you ever leave? What the hell am I supposed to do if you ever leave and I’m the one who’s loving you? I realized I fell in love with you but all you did was chase Sewon and I was only your shoulder to cry on when the nights were though. Grow up Jungkook. Stop being selfish. “ — I said, turning around as I started walking down the road towards my house.

Hot tears streamed down my face but Jungkook didn’t call me anymore, nor he chased behind.

Behind me was silence, the only noise were my sobs through the night street.

There it goes, now he knows. Now it’s over. I was so scared that he would be the one to break our friendship after I confess, but I was the one who did, I was the one who walked away and I for the first time I know that I’ve done nothing wrong.

Jungkook and I didn’t speak for over a month. I stole glances at him during classes, as he was seated in the front row and I was in the back.

I coldly passed him in the hallways whenever we suddenly were there at the same time.

He didn’t text, call nor was he coming to my house uninvited anymore.

Lucy comforted me, but she sided with me, telling me that I did the right thing and that I shouldn’t let him use me to cover up his own mistakes.

But Jimin, he sided with Jungkook, which made him fight with Lucy again.

Jimin kept saying to me to cut the bullshit and just talk it out with Jungkook, how we are meant to be and how twenty-one years of friendship declare that.

I had a hard time believing Jungkook was my soulmate, the one who was right for me, because if that’s true, then why all of this happened now.

Two months passed by and I started dealing with the fact that me and Jungkook are never going to talk again.

I missed him terribly, still stayed up most of the nights thinking about him.

My heart still longed for him, the feelings yet so strong it could make me fly. The ring still on my finger, comforting me whenever I was nervous. I didn’t place it back on the middle finger but rather kept it on the one Jungkook placed it on.

The one for wedding rings.

It was about two in the morning again, this time — I layed awake, covered in blankets that kept me warm from the cold December winter outside.

My phone received a message, and knowing that Lucy was also awake at this hour, I assumed she wanted to kill the boredom.

I immediately sat up on my bed as my heart rang in my ears upon reading the name and the message on the screen of my phone.

‘ Open the door. ‘

I gulped, my hands getting sweaty while I held the phone in the death grip of my hand. I stood up and walked carefully down the stairs in the hallway again.

Then I paused, staring at the front door in the darkness. It was full moon tonight, so the natural shine of it enlighted the interior of my house.

My legs made their way towards the door as I shakily grabbed the key and unlocked them.

I took a deep breath and swinged the door open.

It was him.

Jeon Jungkook, standing on my porch, looking at me.

I blinked a few times, making sure that I’m not seeing things from the lack of sleep. But it was indeed him, standing at my door.

“ W-What are you do— “

Didn’t even let me finish the question I asked with the unstable voice of mine, as he walked closer to me, entering the house, grabbing both of my cheeks — kissing me.

Yes.

Kissing me.

I dropped my phone to the ground. I couldn’t process what was happening as his soft lips touched mine.

Our first kiss.

He slowly pulled away, still close to my face, the doe eyed boy looked through my soul in the moonlight darkness.

“ I love you too. “ — he spoke quietly.

My eyes widened and my lips parted slightly. “ W-What… ? “

“ I said I love you too. “ — he repeated, kissing my forehead.

“ I love you so much Sanghee. “ — adding, he hugged me, my face buried on his shoulder. His hand caressed the back of my head, carefully petting my hair.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. I’m sorry I was hurting you. I’m so sorry I was blinded to see you waiting for me. I’m so sorry that I was a bad best friend. I missed you so much. “ — his voice cracked. He was crying.

Unwilling tears escaped my eyes aswell as I hugged him back tightly.

“ I missed you too. “

He kissed the top of my head.

“ God I screwed up, didn’t I? It hurted so much to see you leave I seriously was about to kill myself just for it to stop hurting. “ — he chuckled.

“ I wouldn’t let you do that. Never. “ — I spoke, pulling back from the hug, my thumb wipping away his tears.

“ I forgive you, but I’m still disappointed. “

“ I know. I’m an idiot. “ — he said.

“ We’re both modern idiots. “ — I said. “ Welcome back to your Chelsea hotel, Dylan Thomas. “

He chuckled. “ Don’t use your literature major tricks on me. “

“ You should read more then. “ — I said, laughing.

“ I’ll think about it. Maybe, no. “ — he smiled, putting the loose hair behind my ear. “ I’m really sorry Sanghee. “

“ If you say sorry one more time, I’m throwing you out , for real. “ — I said, suddenly shivering from the coldness.

“ Shit the door was left open. “ — I walked towards the front door and was about to close them when I saw the first snowflakes falling onto the ground, making the smile crawl up to my lips before shutting the door.

“ Sanghee, do you want to be my girlfriend? “ — Jungkook asked, making me pause right after I closed the door.

I turned around and I looked at him. With slow steps I walked until I was standing in front of him.

“ I thought we were married. “ — I said playfully, pecking his lips, walking past him upstairs to my room.

Jungkook smiled in the hallway and followed me upstairs.

And I was right, who’s gonna hold you like me? Nobody. No-fucking-body.

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kim jonghyn of shinee x original female character !

@ synopsis .ᐟ — your ex moves in with his wife next door

@ warnings .ᐟ — language | murder | affair | alcohol overdose | sua is literally mentally and emotionally unstable | toxic marriage | slight smut | traumatizing events — if you’re not okay with the topics above, please don’t read. thank you.

@ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

How many fake smiles can a person hide in one day? How many teardrops can be swallowed from the sight of others? How much anger can we hold at the end of the nerves in our fingers, before we pull the trigger? How much can we hide in the garden of lilies? Can I hide her freshly curled locks of the light brown hair? Her perfectly new polished set of black shoes maybe? Can I hide myself? Or will everything come back splashing onto me, like her blood on my white Valentino dress.

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If I had known him for years, hearing that he got married would be a nice joke of the day and I’ll forget it through the laughter. I would tell you he’s not the man ready to step in the wedlock.

But the worst part of it — I had known him for years.

I guess a close person can become a stranger someday and I was convinced that’s true when his grey BMW parked in the yard of the house next to ours.

Her slim leg stepped out of the car, wearing a huge smile on her face.

I think every sane person would’ve reacted the same way I did if they lived next to their ex-lover and his wife — house by house.

I didn’t know what was actually killing me. The fact that I had to watch them together everyday or that he had found someone after me to get married to.

The only person you should laugh to is me.

Kim Eunji, with her dimple smile, withened teeth, a beautiful brunette without a single grey hair on her head; she would stand at their yard — planting lilies.

I would admire her every morning from our kitchen window.

Taemin would think I’ve gone crazy.

Two warm hands around my waist and a soft kiss on my neck, pulled me back to reality, away from the neighbors house to the cold tiles of my kitchen floor and to a man to whom I said “Yes.” five years ago.

“ You’re up early again, hm? “ — his morning voice whispered against my ear.

“ You know I can’t sleep if I see the sun is already up. “

“ I know, that’s what worries me. “ — he chuckled, moving away from me towards the coffee machine.

I wonder if that’s the only thing that worries him about me.

His black hair looked messy in the morning. Fluttered at all directions until he would style it for work and leave the house.

His face is softer than cotton, even at the age 35, he looked younger than teenagers these days.

I know I made a mistake with him.

The only person who was with me after college, at the worst moments of my life, when I was moving out, through break-ups…

It was him — Lee Taemin, my husband.

I love him.

But the person who used to show up every Friday for a movie night in my old apartment, who would pull an all-nighter with me while I was studying, who convinced my stubborn mother to let me go to that trip in the third year of high school that everyone were going to — who left me alone at the mere word about our future.

Who’s hugging Eunji right now behind my back.

Kim Jonghyun, him, I love a little more.

“ Will you be okay tonight again? “ — Taemin asked, adjusting his tie.

“ As usual. “ — I sighed.

Taemin’s arrival from work sharp at three in the morning like a Swiss watch wasn’t the thing that bothered me. That left me enough time to blankly stare at the window at the house next door.

I avoided every contact with that house outside of my windows when I realized who moved in. But not even two months later, on 10th of September, Eunji knocked on my door.

She was carrying a bowl of cookies in her hands with her infamous smile. She introduced herself as the new neighbour in the street and how she didn’t find enough time to visit us earlier due to moving in and tidying up the house and blah blah blah… No one cares.

Taking the bowl from her hands, I noticed a sparkle coming from her hand that cut deeply inside my heart and made my eyes petrified on the object she was wearing.

A wedding ring.

It would be unpolite not to invite her inside for a cup of coffee, even tho all I wanted to do is smash the door in her face.

While she was sitting on the couch, across from me, blabbing about her life and the moving, I observed her every movement.

What did she have, that I didn’t?

I wasn’t completely sure why was I jealous of her, what specifically bothered me about her?

Was it the way she looked, wearing the colors that match her hair and skintone or was it the fact she has the man I want?

After three house of her gibberish and the drunk coffee that I was fighting so hard not to pour the mouse poison in, Eunji left my house.

I saw Jonghyun in December, while removing the snow from our porch.

Totally unready for the encounter with anyone from the next door, I was silently cleaning. But the creaking sound of the door to my right side made me look up — meeting his eyes.

We stood, both frozen for a minute and twenty seconds, before he decided to speak up.

“ Sua? “ — his voice called my name silently, in the cold air outside, making the hot smoke leave his mouth.

Sua. Sua. Sua.

My name spoken by him was everything I ever wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I don’t want him to stop repeating it.

His dark eyes, taking a glance at the house I’m standing in front of, then back at me with a slight surprise.

“ You live here? “ — he asked, tone louder than he said my name.

“ Yeah. “ — I simply reply.

“ For five years already. “

Five years since I live here, without you.

Five years married, not to you.

Five years since I last saw you.

He nodded, taking the air inside his lungs to speak more stuff he might regret later but the sound of an engine and sight of a man stepping out of the black Mercedes in my yard stopped him.

My eyes never left Jonghyun while he was quietly checking every detail of Taemin who was walking right towards me on the porch.

I flinched from the warmth of Taemin’s body next to me.

“ Oh uhm— Jonghyun, this is my husband… Taemin. “

I followed the expression on his face while I was saying these words out loud. His lips slightly opened, jaw relaxing from the shock that went through his body, but he collected himself quickly, a smile covering up the previous reaction.

“ Nice to meet you. I’m Jonghyun. “ — he said, nodding his head.

Taemin returns with a smile.

“ Nice to see someone finally moving into that house, it has been empty for ages. “

Should’ve stayed empty.

“ Probably that’s why the price was discounted, so they could get rid of it. “ — Jonghyun joked, smiling again.

I couldn’t hear Taemin anymore, nor the conversation they were having. I wasn’t even freezing on the temperature outside, all I saw was his smile in my eyes.

I missed it.

After Taemin went inside the house, I walked behind him, closing the door.

My eyes meet Jonghyun again, while he was sitting in his car, ready to head off to wherever he was going to.

We stare at each other for another ten seconds.

I’m closing the door completely and he’s driving down the street.

On Monday, in February, something happened that could only be seen in romantic movies.

Taemin’s voice notes he sent me announce that his arrival home will be early in the morning because of the meetings. I leave his messages on read, taking the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the leather jacket in the hallway. I open the front door, exiting the house.

Taemin can’t stand the cigarette smoke, he would complain whenever I lighted one in the house because the smell would stick around for days.

I sat on the cold pavement in front of the door, lighting the cigarette up then letting the first smoke out in the night sky.

“ Malboro Gold. “ — a voice next to me spoke, a very familiar voice. My head follows it and now my lips are curving up in a smile.

“ Some things never change I guess. “ — he added, sitting next to me.

“ A wolf sheds his coat, but cigarettes? Never. “ — I said, handing him the half-full pack.

He pulls his hand up for a moment, shaking his head. “ I quitted. “ — he said, exhaling.

“ Oh. “ — surprising. I put back the box next to me again. “ Looks like some wolves don’t shed cigarettes only, but even the character. “

“ Eunji can’t stand the smoke. “ — he speaks.

I turn my head, staring at him him for a moment.

“ Wow… She must mean a lot to you since you quitted smoking for her. “ — I say, looking back up at the sky.

From the peripheral vision, I see him nodding his head. “ Why are you smoking outside? It’s cold. “

“ Taemin can’t stand the smoke. “ — I answer, inhaling the smoke.

I feel his eyes on me. He’s thinking. I know what. I don’t love Taemin enough to quit something.

“ Is he home? “ — he asks.

“ No, but he can smell the leftover smoke if I do it inside. “

He nods.

“ Why are you outside? “

“ I was about to head to the convenience store for some stuff before Eunji comes back home. “ — he answers.

Eunji is not home.

“ Eunji is not home? “

“ She left to visit her parents. She’ll be back in the morning. “

Now I’m the one who’s thinking. I’m grabbing the pack of cigarettes again, opening it up for him.

“ It will wind down ‘till tomorrow. “ — I say with a smile, watching him.

His eyes fall away from me towards the box in my hands, he chuckles, taking one. I hold the lighter out for him, lighting his cigarette.

Suddenly, it’s like we’re back in the parking lot behind our old school, hidding from the professors just so we could smoke. He’s taking out the coins from his back pocket, counting up to see if we have enough to buy Malboro Gold so we can share. He’s kissing me, then we’re running back to class.

The situation is lowkey the same, the two of us with a Malboro at our fingers, sitting on my front porch, hidding from the scary professors — my husband and his wife.

“ I would kill for a glass of whiskey. “ — he speaks, breaking the silence between the smoke in the air.

“ Don’t need to say it twice. “ — I’m nodding my head towards the front door, standing up, putting out the cigarette by stepping on it, entering the house — leaving the door open.

“ How smart it is for me to enter? “ — he asks, standing at the entrance, admiring me through the hallway as I’m holding out two crystal glasses for the whiskey.

“ It’s not smart at all. “ — I say, with a slight smirk in the corner of my lips, opening the bottle that was on the counter.

I hear the front door closing, then the steps entering the kitchen. I hand him the glass of whiskey, taking my own.

I watch him closely, beneath my lashes as I drink up.

Four glasses later, I was on the kitchen counter with Jonghyun’s hands around my hips, my hands in his hair while we’re kissing.

My legs around him, pushing him towards me closer, breaking every existing distance between us.

“ Take me to the bedroom. “ — I whisper against his lips, breathing heavily.

My body was burning, his skin stinging under my fingers.

I thought everything will end here until he took me in his arms, away from the counter, exiting the kitchen and taking the steps up on the staircase.

Kicking the door open with my foot, we were in complete darkness after he carried me inside, laying me down on the bed.

I was ready to break all the vows that I gave in front of the altar for the touch of the man above me, in the bed that I share with the man who placed a shining object on my finger of the right hand.

The heavy breathings of pleasure and whisperings filled the bedroom. Everything is too good to be true.

“ I missed you. “ — I repeated over and over again, receiving the passionate kisses down my neck in return.

His hands explored my body like he never touched it before, but the touch so familiar he remembered every sweet spot I own.

The look in his eyes that shined above me even in the darkness made me fall in love again.

My name whispered from his lips again, next to my ear brought me to heaven.

And I felt blessed.

But then again, we’re not in the movies, do you really think this will end happily?

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I woke up in the middle of the night, around four in the morning, when the night was slowly vanishing from the sky.

I was alone in the bed, the silk sheet wrapped around my naked form.

I stood up, throwing the sheets from me to the floor, as I quietly looked around the room.

The air smelled differently, the amount of passion I shared with the man in my bed last night, lingering at my senses.

No note, no clothes, no sight of him spending the night with me. Nothing but his smell that drowned Taemin’s out on the sheets.

On the other hand why would he even care to wake up next to me, he had to run back home, before Eunji comes.

Before Taemin enters.

Suddenly the blessing I received started to burn down my throat. The taste of his lips still on mine as I lick them from the sleepiness.

I took the sheets and the pillows inside the bathroom, hastly putting them inside the washing machine, turning it on as I watched inside the tube, hoping my sins will be washed away in the contstant loops.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the windows wide, the cold air immediately made my body shiver. I needed a shower. I smell like the forbbiden apple.

I grabbed the pack of cigarettes on my nightstand, lighting one up as I stared at the wall of the house next to mine.

The only way to cleanse the air was to intoxicate it with something more addictive than sex.

The smoke Taemin hated so much.

After I showered, Taemin arrived home at the same time sun came up.

“ You awake? “ — was the first thing he said, when he saw me in the kitchen making coffee. “ But it’s five in the morning honey. “

“ I fell asleep earlier last night. “ — I said, giving him a slight smile. “ Are you hungry? Did you eat? “

“ I did. I’m gonna shower and go sleep. I’m so tired. “ — he said, kissing the top of my head as he grabbed the cold bottle of water from the fridge.

In the meantime I admired the garden of lilies from the next house, that were about to bloom so beautifully in the spring.

Taemin came back into the kitchen as I sipped on my coffee and somehow I sensed what his first words will be as he entered my calm morning thoughts with his annoying aura.

“ You smoked inside the house again?! “ — he asked, more like pointed out. His frustration about to pour over inside the coffee I was drinking.

“ Sua for fuck’s sake we talked about this. You did it in the bedroom? Did it cross your mind that I’ll sleep there once I’m back? “

I took a sip of my coffee looking up at him.

The back of my brain started tingling and I wanted to laugh in his face, screaming out that he’s so funny for making a huge fuss over a smoked cigarette in the bedroom where I slept with another man.

He sighed loudly, his fingers running through his hair.

“ I’ll be in the guest room if you need me. “ — he said, exiting the kitchen.

I saw Jonghyun two days after what happened in my house. He was helping Eunji paint a fence around their garden, that she was so caring about, adding more of the exotic flowers she bought.

He was happy, laughing with her as I quietly admired them.

I wondered if he regrets sleeping with me, I wondered if that meant something to him, I wondered if he told Eunji and why didn’t she leave him already,

I wondered if it will happen again.

And it did.

It did happen again two months later, in April, the night I saw Eunji taking the car and driving down the street, but the light inside their house stayed on.

I knocked on his door quietly.

Starting the conversation about what happened back in February and how we should sort things out but the sorting ended with me on top of him in his arms in the living room.

From then, it continued, on and on.

The addiction to him was worse than my cigarettes.

He started staying with me throughout the nights when Taemin was out of town, when Eunji wasn’t home neither.

“ Why did you marry Eunji? “ — I asked him, staring at the ceiling as I listened to his heartbeat, laying against his naked chest.

“ She’s a sweet woman. Really kind. “ — he spoke. “ Helped me through lots of shits. “

“ Did she help you get over me? “

“ I wouldn’t be here now if I she did. “ — he said, making me chuckle.

I raised my head from his chest, smiling.

“ Let’s get married then. “ — I said.

Silence.

His face with an unreadable expression.

Did I cross the line?

“ Sua… I- We can’t get married. “

And I kept those words in my mind until June — when Taemin invited me to have a dinner with his other colleagues, saying how they achieved some deals overseas and they are celebrating.

I pulled a white Valentino dress from my closet, matching it with white polished pumps. A ring around my finger showed me off as a married woman.

My reflection in the mirror scared me, I looked so mature and perfect. I reminded myself of Eunji with a great posture with perfect nails.

Taemin drove me to some fancy restaurant where his company made reservation for a dinner.

At the entrance he greeted the hostess.

“ Lee Taemin and Lee Sua. “ — he said.

“ Ah, right here.. “ — the hostess checked out names on the list. “ Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Lee, the dinner is right down the hall. Enjoy your stay! “

Upon entering the dinner hall, my shoes alerted to a sharp stop, scratching the wooden floor in process. Heart drummed inside my ears as my eyes met with the pair of eyes seated at the table and a pair of lips that softly smiled at me.

Kim Jonghyun and Eunji.

Taemin’s hand at the small of my back made me take the rest of the steps inside the hall as others politely bowed when we entered.

“ Oh my God, you look absolutely stunning Sua! “ — Eunji commented, sitting across from me.

I gained up the strenght to smile back, nodding my head. “ Thank you. You are gorgeous as always. “ — I spoke, my eyes falling on Jonghyun as he stared at his plate.

“ Sua, Eunji is a secretary at our company. “ — Taemin said. “ Wow.. Who would’ve thought that the world is so small. “ — he chuckled.

She’s working with Taemin?

My hands clenched on the nicely sewn up end of my dress.

“ Yeah right, totally unexpected. “ — Eunji added.

“ You didn’t tell me? “ — I looked at Taemin, with a smile that hurted my teeth because of how hard I was pressing my jaw.

“ Oh I didn’t? “ — he looked at me, cluelessly. “ Sorry, I probably forgot. “

I didn’t engage in the conversations throughout the dinner. Eunji and Taemin talked the most, Jonghyun adding a few words here and there until I started begging Taemin to go home.

Once we entered the hallway of our home, I angrily threw my bag and jacket on the floor. The fingertips of my hands burning and the veins of my neck held the boiling blood inside.

“ How can you forget to tell me that Eunji was working with you?! “ — I yelled at Taemin, who stopped walking in the middle of his way up the stairs.

He stayed with his back turned to me, frozen, probably thinking of a possible excuse he could give me.

“ Didn’t you already get the message that I hate that woman to the core?! Can’t you read between the lines and see all the signs I’ve given you ever since they moved in?! “ — I continued pouring out the heaviness of my heart and the jealousy I contained.

“ Didn’t you get the message that I hate Jonghyun, no? “ — Taemin said, turning around to look at me, slowly walking closer, step by step. “ I guess you didn’t since you liked sleeping with him. “

All the boiling stopped, the stove in me turned off and all the power I had was out. Vanishing in the air like smoke.

“ Come on, speak up now! Let me hear you. Why’d you sleep with him? Did you think I won’t find out? “ — Taemin continued, his eyes filled with an abnormal amount of rage, his ears red and now his stove is boiling up the blood.

“ Come on Sua fucking hell speak up now! Why did you fuck him? You didn’t think I’d notice if another man has been touching my wife? You didn’t think I’d notice the way you fucking look at him?! I saw him leaving the house before I came back home Sua. Don’t play excuse games on me now. “

My jaw shaking. The tears threathening to spill from my eyes. The blood inside me now completely cold and my heart barely managing to pump up the will to live.

“ I’m sorry… “ — I spoke.

My voice cracking.

Taemin chuckled, then started laughing. “ You’re sorry? You’re sorry?! What are you sorry for Sua? For wasting my time and fucking around with other men behind my back? “

“ I don’t fuck other men, it was only with Jonghyun and I said I’m sorry, can’t you accept it? “ — I looked at him, tears rolling down my cheek.

I won’t stand here being accused that I’m the type to sleep around with every man out there.

“ Can’t I accept it? “ — Taemin repeated. His eyes holding the disbelief in them. “ Uhm— Yeah sure I accept it. “ — he joked. In this situation he’s joking. He’s about to laugh in my face.

He made two steps, entering my personal space as his face got on my level, staring deeply into my red puffy eyes.

“ Hey Sua, I fucked Eunji. I’m sorry, can you accept it? “ — he spoke, in a whisper.

My body that was once frozen, was now free from the spell his words put me on.

“ Y-You what… “ — I exhaled.

“ Well I said I’m sorry now… Didn’t I? “ — he said. “ See what it looks like now. “

“ You did what? “ — I spoke up again. “ You did what, you son of a bitch?! “ — I shouted at him, my hands lunging on his chest, pushing him away from me.

“ Are you mad now?! Are you mad that you’re not the only slut in this house? “ — Taemin said and something in me snapped.

My mind went black and my blood that was boiling on the stove, spilled everywhere. The first thing that was into my reach — a bottle of the whiskey Jonghyun had in February — smashed onto Taemin’s head.

The bottle didn’t break, but Taemin fell down to the floor.

“ Repeat that again! “ — I screamed at him.

The second time his head collided with the bottle, the glass smashed, cutting my fingers in process.

I gasped. The blood once boiling was now splashed against my shoes.

Not mine, but the blood of my husband.

He lied on the kitchen floor in his own blood. The smell of whiskey filled the room, as I silently cried, leaning on the wall.

I was waiting for the sun to come up.

Sitting on the counter in the kitchen, with a cigarette between my fingers, I calmly observed the garden next door, dried tears and blood covering the rich look.

I noticed Eunji entering my vision, watering the glowing flowers in the sunlight. Throwing the cigarette down beneath my ruined shoes I stepped on it before grabbing the knife from the drawer.

Eunji didn’t see me when I walked inside her garden, until she noticed my shadow covering the sunlight.

“ Oh Sua, hi! What brings you here? “ — she smiled brightly at me, showing her dimples.

“ Cut the act you whore. Who gave you the permission to sleep with my husband? “ — I spoke, tired of pretending to be a good neighbour anymore.

Her face turned pale as she stared at me.

“ Sua… I- I don’t know what you—“

I placed the knife under her throat, holding her in a tight grip with my other hand.

“ I said cut the fucking act if you don’t want me to cut your throat apart. “ — I gritted my teeth.

“ I-It was only one time. T-Taemin was the one who made the first move. “ — she stuttered.

The tip of the knife pressed againt her neck.

“ Don’t lie to me. “

“ I’m not. I agreed to sleep with him after he told me you were sleeping with Jonghyun. “ — she said. “ I had to pay you back somehow, you know? “ — her smile decorated the once frightened features. “ Your husband is good in bed, don’t know why you didn’t keep him. “

And the knife made a slice.

Then made a stab, and another one, and another one. The blood splashing against my white dress, leaving dirty dots, ruining the flowers she fell into behind.

“ You fucking bitch, you stole my man first! “ — I screamed, throwing the knife into the bush.

Her shaking hands, covering up the torn apart neck, giving up as she lifelessly laid in the garden of her beloved lilies.

I pushed her futher into the flowers that covered her fresh brown locks and the black shoes she wore.

I walked back, towards the Mercedes parked in my yard.

That’s when Jonghyun parked his car in the driveway. He rushed up towards me immediately as he saw the blood dripping down my white dress and shoes.

“ Sua what the fuck happened?! “ — He grabbed my shoulders, looking down at my hands.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at him in silence.

“ Are you hurt? Where is this blood from? “ — he panicked.

“ I love you. “ — I spoke, grabbing his cheeks that left bloody prints on them. I kissed his lips, one last time.

“ You ruined my life. “ — I added, before I pushed him away as I continued walking towards the car.

“ Sua wait! “ — He ran up to me.

“ Sua where are you going? What happened? For God’s sake speak up! “ — He watched me get inside the car as he banged against my window.

“ Open the fucking door Sua! “

“ Go away Jonghyun! “ — I screamed from inside the car.

“ I’m not leaving until you get out and we talk! “ — He said, walking in front of the car, crossing his arms. “ I’m not moving until you get out! “

“ Fucking go away Jonghyun! “ — I pressed the siren as more tears escaped my eyes.

“ Taemin is fucking dead! Eunji is dead! I killed them! “ — I turned on the engene watching him as he stood not moving at all like me in front of Taemin last night.

“ W-What… “ — he mouthed.

“ I’m sorry. “ — I mouthed back, pressing the gas pedal as I closed my eyes.

And with one hit, it was all gone.

All the sufferings of the love a human can feel.

The man my life revolved around was gone.

The world where we lived in as a happy neighbours stopped.

People soon started gathering up around the two houses that are gonna be empty from today on.

Police sirens echoed in my head as I was seated back on my kitchen floor with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette between my lips, holding Jonghyun’s head in my lap, Taemin’s body coldly laying behind the counter.

Overdosed from my own feelings that burned with every sip of the alcohol, my world went to black just how I wished to paint it.

— Jonghyun’s favorite color.

And for a fortnight there, we were forever.

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ᝰ.ᐟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ

“ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,

𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜

𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚜.

𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚔.

𝙖𝙡𝙡’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮… “

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎— 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘴 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

— series of stories inspired by taylor swift’s album, the tortured poets department, in which you’ll get to see various idols x original female character.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ — t h e p l a y l i s t :

1. Fortnight | Kim Jonghyun

2. The Tortured Poets Department | Jeon Jungkook

3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys | Nishimura Riki

4. Down Bad | Cha Eunwoo — soon !

5. So Long London | ….

6. But Daddy I Love Him | ….

7. Fresh Out The Slammer | ….

8. Florida!!! | ….

9. Guilty As Sin? | ….

10. Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? | ….

11. I Can Fix Him ( No Really I Can ) | ….

12. loml | ….

13. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart | ….

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived | ….

15. The Alchemy | ….

16. Clara Bow | ….

17. The Black Dog | ….

18. imgonnagetyouback | ….

19. The Albatross | ….

20. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus | ….

21. How Did It End? | ….

22. So High School | ….

23. I Hate It Here | ….

24. thanK you aIMee | ….

25. I Look in People’s Windows | ….

26. The Prophecy | ….

27. Cassandra | ….

28. Peter | ….

29. The Bolter | ….

30. Robin | ….

31. The Manuscript | ….

ᯓ★ s p o t i f y

────୨ ⭑.ᐟ tina ৎ────

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[ section 4 ] requests ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

꩜ .ᐟ if you have any ideas, thoughts on whatever goes in your mind and you want me to write it down and make it into a story/oneshot/series about anyone, feel free to let me know and i’ll try my best to accept all and make it possible :)

꩜ .ᐟ requests are currently open, i don’t know if there will be a time when they are closed, i guess that depends on how many there are <3

꩜ .ᐟ you can neither dm me, comment or ask anonymously !

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[ section 3 ] taglist ⋆˚࿔

— if you want to be tagged on my work and keep in track of when i’m posting, make sure you write your username down in the comment section using the following emojies, thank you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you want to be tagged for bts

comment — username + 💜

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you want to be tagged for shinee

comment — username + 💎

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you want to be tagged for ateez

comment — username + 🏴‍☠️

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you want to be tagged for every work no matter the group

comment — username + 🎀

⊹ ࣪ ˖ NOTE : if by any chance you don’t want to be tagged anymore or you want to switch groups, please let me know in advance.

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— masterlist ۶ৎ

ᯓ★ series

ᯓ★ bts

ᯓ★ shinee

ᯓ★ ateez

… to be continued ᯓ★