laylahluvsasians

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 || 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently the year 2025. after coffee prince you went along with your career but gong yoo was always in ur mind.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬.

𝐚/𝐧 - last chapter, hurrah!

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

it’s currently 19 years later and you’re reunited with gong yoo and yoon eun hye in a little apartment for a mini coffee prince reunion.

the three of you were in a little reunion party of sorts. you still couldn’t believe how much had changed.. all those years went by so fast.

and it surprised you that the three of you were still as close as u were back then. u guys knew everything about each other almost as if no time had passed at all.

you and gong yoo reconciled years ago after the break up and agreed on just staying friends.

you were all sat on the couch, drinks in ur hands as you were laughing over a memory from the shooting days.

"remember that one time we had to film that kiss scene for like 5 hours straight because you wouldn't stop laughing?" gong yoo said to you as he chuckled into his drink.

“hey! it was funny.” you respond, giggling.

"yes but you ended up getting cramps.. and we had to keep doing those stupid kiss scenes. my back hurt from leaning forward and you were cracking jokes the whole time-" he said, recalling the time, to which you burst into laughter.

"i bet your backs hurt but what about my lips?" you said as you lightly smacked his shoulder.

eun hye looked between the both of you before joining into the conversation.

"i remember that filming. you were both flirting like crazy. i swear i thought you both actually got back together." she said with a smirk.

you rolled ur eyes at her comment.

“well i was just joking. it was just a kissing scene.” you said nonchalantly, trying to change the subject.

gong yoo looked at you with a look that said “really?”

gong yoo shook his head and looked at eun hye.“yeah, she was just joking.” he said with a flat tone, but his eyes remained on you.

eun hye was smirking at you both as she silently observed the two of you. it was obvious she didn’t believe your “we’re just friends” act.

gong yoo took a large sip from his drink before saying “i’m going to grab another drink. y’all want anything?" he asked as he stood up.

you shook your head while eun hye also declined and watched him walk to the kitchen. as soon as he was out of earshot, eun hye turned to you with that annoying smirk.

“ok, spill. what’s really going on between you both?” she asked you, now leaning in close to you.

“nothing is going on. we’re just friends” you said, trying to sound convincing.

she did not look convinced one bit however.

she rolled her eyes, not buying your excuse. “yeah right. i’m not stupid. you two have always been way too flirty with each other.” she said, shaking her head. “plus you both dated for 6 years.”

you shrug and roll ur eyes. “that was 19 years ago.”

“still. i know something is up between you two.” she insisted.

you sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win against her. ”ok fine. but you can’t tell him.” you said, giving in to her.

she squealed softly in victory and got even closer, eager to listen to what you were going to say.

“we just..” you trailed off. you didn’t know how it happened yourself. one thing had just led to another.

eun hye gasped and lightly smacked your arm. “you slept with him.” it wasn’t a question, she more so said it like it was a fact.

You immediately shushed her. “not so loud-“ you said, eyes darting to the kitchen, where gong yoo was currently at.

thankfully, he was still in the kitchen and wasn’t in earshot. eun hye looked at you expectantly, silently asking for you to continue

“..yes.” you murmured, looking down.

eun hye grinned widely, knowing she was right. but she still wanted to know everything. ”so it just kinda happened? no feelings involved?”

you nodded, not looking at her. “yeah… i mean obviously we care for each other but.. it was just an impulse thing. at first..”

“at first? at first..?” she echoed, waiting for you to carry on. you sighed, knowing there was no coming back from this now.

“…it happened more than once.” you muttered, still refusing to look at her in the eyes.

she gasped once again and lightly punched your arm. “you’ve been sleeping with ur ex and didn’t think to tell me?!” she whisper-yelled.

you sigh. “we stopped a couple of months ago.”

“you guys just.. stopped?” Eun hye repeated, looking surprised at that information.

“well yeah.. we thought maybe it was getting way too complicated so we just stopped” you said, still refusing to look at her, your gaze on the empty glass in your hand.

she nodded slowly, trying to process this whole new information. “and did you both like- just pretend like nothing ever happened?” she asked eventually, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“pretty much, yeah.” you said, finally looking at her. “we didn’t talk about it at all and pretty much just pretended like it never happened, and.. our friendship kinda became normal again.”

she stared at you in disbelief for a moment before replying. “wow, ok.. that’s just- wow.” she said, shaken by the fact that you and gong yoo had been doing that for awhile and both pretended like nothing happened.

but then, a thought seemed to have occurred to her. “..wait so none of you ever developed feelings again?” she asked, now sounding confused.

“no. we were just.. horny and kinda lonely.” you said, still refusing to look at her.

she shook her head and didn’t say anything for a moment, her eyes darting between you and the kitchen door, where gong yoo had disappeared to.

eventually, she spoke up again.

“so if neither of you developed feelings.. then why did you stop?” she inquired, still trying to wrap her head around the situation.

“we just thought it would be easier to go back to normal friends. we didn’t want our friendship to get too complicated.” you said, trying to justify both urs and gong yoo’s actions.

“hmm.” she pondered on what you said for a moment, then asked. “so if he asked to do it again, would you say no?”

you faltered for a moment, caught off guard by her question. “well.. maybe.. i don’t know-“

before u could finish your sentence, the sound of the kitchen door swinging open and gong yoo himself walking out interrupted your answer.

eun hye quickly shut up and gave gong yoo a forced smile, her attempt to act casual.

gong yoo didn’t seem to notice the tension in the room as he sauntered in with a new drink in hand, oblivious to the conversation topic.

“what were you guys talking about in my absence?” he asked, taking a seat next to you and setting his drink down on the coffee table.

“nothing really.” you said, trying to sound casual and avoiding the look you knew eun hye was giving you. gong yoo raised an eyebrow at your answer but didn’t say anything, sipping on his drink instead.

“yeah, just talking about old times.” eun hye added, trying to cover up her previous question.

gong yoo nodded, seeming to buy the excuses and not suspecting a thing.

the conversation picked up again, the three of you resuming chatting, but both you and eun hye kept stealing glances at each other, both knowing what had been said, and the fact that gong yoo was completely oblivious.

as the night carried on, the three of you kept talking and laughing, the conversation flowing naturally as if no time had passed. but despite the laughter and the jokes, the tension in the room was evident. you couldn’t help but steal glances at gong yoo, remembering the past you both shared.

and as the night went on, you could practically feel eun hye’s gaze on you, still curious about the conversation the two of you had just had.

but somehow, no one said anything about it, the conversation flowing as usual, all while keeping the fact that you and gong yoo used to sleep together and no one noticed 10 years ago, a hidden secret.

as it got quite late, eun hye started to yawn and decided to call it a night. “ugh.. it’s late. i’m gonna head to bed..” she said, standing up and stretching.

you nodded and said goodnight to her, while gong yoo also bid her a goodnight. she smiled at both of you, still hiding the fact that she knew your guys’ little secret and walked out.

after eun hye left, you and gong yoo were left alone in the room. the air felt somewhat awkward now, as if the room was charged with the tension that had been building up between the two of you.

gong yoo fidgeted with the now empty glass in his hands, before saying. “wanna drink some more?” he asked, not looking at you.

“dont think i should.” you responded, not looking at him either.

“probably not.” he said, finally looking up at you.

the tension in the air was almost palpable, both of you knowing that there was something hanging in between you that needed to be talked about.

he ran a hand through his hair, breaking the eye contact and looking down at his hand. he then looked back at you, his gaze intense as he seemed to be considering what to say.

“can we talk?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet but clear. “about it.”

“why?” you ask, wanting to avoid the topic.

“because we need to.” he said, his tone resolute. “it’s been months and its about time we talk about it.”

you nodded slowly, knowing that he was right. you had both tried to pretend like it didn’t happen for so long, but maybe it was time to finally address the past and any lingering feelings.

he put down the glass and turned to face you fully, his expression serious. “first, i want to ask you something.. and i want you to be honest.” he said, his gaze not leaving you.

“ok.” you said, your heart rate picking up. you were almost scared to know what he was gonna ask.

he took a deep breath and looked at you seriously. “do you regret what we did?” he asked, his eyes fixed on yours.

“no. do you?” you looked back into his eyes.

“no.” he said instantly, the answer leaving his mouth without hesitation.

there was a beat of silence as he seemed to ponder his next words carefully.

he looked at you, his gaze searching your face. “i guess neither of us regret it..” he murmured.

you nodded slowly, the unspoken agreement settling between you. even though it had been years, neither of you could truly say that you regretted sleeping with each other. it had happened, and there was no going back.

he sighed again, trying to figure out the right words to say. “but if we don’t regret it.. then why did we stop?”

you shrug. “i dont know.”

he shook his head, looking frustrated as he continued. “it doesn’t make sense.. we’re both single, we both don’t regret it, then why did we just stop?”

you shrugged, unsure of how to answer. “maybe because we were afraid it was gonna get too complicated..” you said, though you didn’t even know yourself why you both had stopped.

gong yoo nodded in agreement, that thought also a possibility. “yeah maybe.. we didn’t want it to affect our friendship.” he said, still puzzled by the whole situation.

“who cares anyway? its not like it’s gonna happen again.” you state, projecting.

“yeah, you’re right..” he said, but his eyes were glued to you, the tension in the air still clear as day. it was like the both of you were tiptoeing around the fact that you both wanted it to happen again, but was too afraid to say it out loud.

his eyes darted to your lips and for a split second you thought he might lean in but then he snapped out of his daze and shook his head.

“we shouldn’t.. that chapter of our lives is behind us now..” he said, his words firm but his expression conflicted.

you nodded slowly, but a part of you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. “you’re right..” you murmured, silently willing for him to reach over and touch you.

he shifted in his seat, his eyes flickering between you and the floor, as if he was having a silent war with himself.

it was like there was a magnet pulling you both together, a tension that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to resist the growing desire between you both.

finally, he spoke up again.

“i should probably go to bed..” he said, still looking at anywhere but you.

“yeah, me too..” you agreed, trying to sound casual and hiding the fact that you didn’t want him to go.

he stood up, still looking conflicted but he nodded at you. “goodnight..” he muttered as he walked past you, disappearing into one of the bedrooms.

you were left sitting alone, the room feeling strangely empty without him. you couldn’t help but feel like there was something left unsaid between you two, and the conversation earlier had only raised more questions.

you sat there for a moment longer, thoughts swirling in your head before you too stood up and walked to the bedroom, resigned to the fact that nothing was gonna happen tonight.

you changed into pajamas and got into bed, feeling strangely restless despite how tired you were.

the conversation you had with gong yoo earlier was still replaying in your head, the tension between you both was hard to ignore and the question of why you both had stopped years ago was still not answered.

you tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a comfortable position as you tried to sleep. but all you could think about was gong yoo, the way he looked at you earlier, and that one split second where you thought he was gonna kiss you.

you let out a sigh and finally decided to give up on sleep and sat up in bed. the clock on the bedside table read 3 am, and the room was silent except for the occasional sound of a car passing by outside.

you leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. your thoughts were still consumed by gong yoo, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was also lying awake thinking about you as well.

the sound of a door creaking open and shutting caught your attention. you sat up straight and listened carefully, realizing that it came from the room next to yours.

a beat of silence and then you hear soft footsteps approaching your door. your heart rate sped up as you waited with baited breath for whoever it was to open the door.

the footsteps stopped right in front of your door, and then you heard the sound of the door handle slowly turning. the door opened agonizingly slowly and a figure stepped into the room, closing the door behind them.

your eyes widened a bit as you realized who it was standing right in front of you. gong yoo was standing there, his gaze fixed on you. he didn’t say anything, his eyes were dark and intense, and the air between you both was thick with tension.

“you’re awake.” you stated.

he nodded, and took a step closer to the bed, his gaze never leaving yours.

he was now standing right in front of you, and you could see the intensity in his gaze, even in the dark. you both stared each other for a moment in silence, the tension between you growing more intense with every passing second.

“come here.” you say softly.

he doesn’t hesitate to move to the bed, his movements quick and deliberate. he sits down on the edge of the bed, his body facing you.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks at you with those intense eyes of his. finally, he speaks up. “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“i know.” you reply.

he takes a deep breath, still looking conflicted. “but we both know we want it…” he says, his voice low and hoarse.

“i know.” you restate.

his hand reaches out and cups your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “we’re gonna regret this in the morning..” he whispers, but he’s moving closer to you anyway.

“thats a morning problem.” you respond.

his hand moves to the back of your neck, his touch warm and firm on your skin. he’s pulled you closer now, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “yeah..” he murmured, his lips hovering just centimeters away from yours.

“we’ll deal with the consequences later.” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. and then he kisses you.

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 | 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently 2006, you and gong yoo have been dating for over 6 years and got casted in coffee prince together. being casted in a show alongside ur boyfriend sounded fun but lately ur relationship has been rocky.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - toxic relationship, eventual smut (not this chapter), sexual innuendos, angst.

𝐚/𝐧 - this will be split into five parts

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

the next day

you opened your eyes and slowly sat up in bed, groaning softly. your entire body felt wrecked after last night and you took a moment to regain your bearings. you felt a rush of pleasure just at the memory of what happened the night before. looking at the clock, you noticed it was already late morning.

you looked over to the other side of the bed and saw that it was empty. you weren’t surprised since you knew about gong yoo’s busy schedule, but you still felt a little bit of disappointment.

you finally got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. you could tell that you were already starting to become sore in certain places. despite everything, a small smirk plastered itself on your face as you began to reminisce on the events of last night.

you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, and your couldn’t help but notice the various hickeys and bite marks that littered your skin. you could even barely notice the love-bites on your collarbone.

you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as you remembered the conversation you both had prior. everything had been so passionate and intimate, but you still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

you started up the shower and stepped in underneath the warm water. every second of last night’s events was seared into your mind, no matter how much you tried to block it out. his touch and touch alone was something that you were already becoming addicted to. his voice and his sweet nothings filled your ears to the brim last night, and you could already feel yourself wanting more.

you tried to distract yourself with the warm water running over your body, and the soap that you were scrubbing over your skin. still, you couldn’t shake the way he was looking at you last night. he was so possessive and demanding, yet he still had been so gentle with you, like he still didn’t want to hurt you. you knew that you were

absolutely gone for him in every way now.

you took your time with the shower, not wanting to get out and face the world yet. your mind was plagued with thoughts of him. you were starting to miss him already and he had only been gone for a short amount of time.

you sighed heavily and shut off the water, before stepping out of the shower. you towel dried your body and threw on one of gong yoo’s shirts that you found lying around. you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in his pillow and inhale his scent, but you knew you had other responsibilities to deal with.

you walked out to find him sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. he looked up at you, and you knew he was taking in the sight of you in his shirt. he didn’t miss the way the shirt hung off one of your shoulders, showing off some of the hickeys he left last night. all he could think about was the fact that you looked completely claimed, and he loved it.

“why arent you at work?” you ask, leaning against the doorway.

he let out a sigh and put his phone down, looking up at you. he could see the hickeys on your neck and he could already feel himself getting turned on again, but he had to force that thought out of his head. he had bigger things to deal with.

“took the day off,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “i need to talk to you about something.”

you made your way over to him and sat next to him on the bed, feeling a slight sense of nervousness. you weren’t sure what he wanted to talk about, but you had a feeling you were gonna hear some things you didn’t want to hear.

he had noticed you were fidgeting with your hands, and he put a hand on you to stop you. he took in a deep breath before speaking.

“i’ve been thinking about some stuff,” he said, still with his hand on top of yours. “about us, and what happened last night.”

“what about it?” you ask, anxiety building up in ur stomach.

he paused for a moment. “i don’t wanna keep doing this back and forth with you. going one step forward only to be pushed two steps back. i don’t think it’s healthy for either of us.”

“yeah, no shit.” you huff.

he let out a sigh, clearly frustrated by your attitude. “i’m being serious here, sweetheart.”

he shifted so that he was fully facing you now. “last night we both let our emotions get the better of us, and neither of us were thinking clearly. it was just a heat of the moment sort of thing. one of us could have put a stop to it, but for some reason neither of us did.”

“we broke up three days ago of course we’re still attracted to each other” you resort, annoyed.

“i know that,” he said, letting out another exasperated sigh. “that’s why it was stupid of us to let it go that far. i should have had more restraint. you should have had more restraint. we both messed up.”

you quickly cut him off. “you messed up, i dont regret it.”

“i messed up?” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. “what happened to both of us being at fault? you’re really gonna sit here and pretend you were completely innocent last night?”

“you came to my hotel room knowing what was gonna happen, so yes its ur fault.” you roll ur eyes.

“i was weak and i wanted you,” he said, looking at you in the eyes. “but i’m not taking all the blame here. you came to the door half naked, and you’re saying you weren’t trying to seduce me?”

“i didn’t even know it was you.” you reply, blankly.

“liar” he said, his hand still on top of yours. “your room is two floors above mine. even if you didn’t know it was me, you knew there was the possibilty.”

you move ur hand.

he clenched his teeth as you pulled your hand away. he really wanted to hold your hand, but now it felt like he wasn’t even allowed to touch you. he took a calming breath and continued. there was something more important to talk about right now.

“so what do u wanna do? ignore each other? see other people?” you ask.

“god,no.” he said, shaking his head. “no. the thought of me being with anyone else makes me feel sick, and the thought of anyone else even touching you pisses me off.”

“i don’t want to see other people,” he said. “i just… i don’t know how much longer this is gonna work. we haven’t had a single day together without some kind of stupid fight in the past few months. it’s like we’re going in this endless cycle of making up again and breaking up again.”

you had to admit he was right about that. it felt like you were constantly breaking up and getting back together, only for the cycle to start over. you knew in your mind that it was unhealthy, but you were still so in love with him that you couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. you couldn’t imagine spending each day without him. the thought of being with someone else was just so goddamn awful.

“then we just shouldn’t be together, we aren’t gonna last.” you responded, truthfully.

he felt his heart clench at your words, and he was having an even harder time trying to keep his cool now. he wanted you, so goddamn bad, but god he could see the sense in your words. a part of him was telling him to just agree and to leave, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“i don’t want to end things,” he said, and he was being dead serious. “i want you to be with me. i’ve seen relationships like this. my friends’ relationships, movies and dramas and even my parents. it’s toxic, and it’s never gonna get any better.”

“its not about what you or me want.” you frown.

“then what is it about?” he said, and he knew exactly where this was going.

you sigh and look around. “it’s about our future. we both want completely different things in life.”

he let out a slow exhale, and he knew deep down that you were right. he knew your hopes and dreams, and he knew that his career wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. the idea of giving up something that he loved seemed impossible, but he knew in his gut that he loved you more.

“dammit” he said, running a hand through his hair. “you’re right. i wanted this to work, i really did, but we’re going two different directions.”

even just saying that felt like a huge weight on his shoulders. the thought of actually losing you weighed down so heavily on him. he loved you, he loved you so goddamn much, but he didn’t even know what to do with himself anymore.

“i’m still in love with you,” he said, reaching out to you. “i’ve always been in love with you, and i don’t think that’s ever gonna change, but i don’t like the thought of you waiting around while i’m off doing who knows what and going god knows where.”

he looked at you with a desperate look in his eyes. he wanted so badly to just hold you. he’d give anything to just hold you in his arms, but he could see the sense in your words. he knew deep down that the best thing for you would be to just go in separate ways. no more going back and forth. no more breaking up and coming back together.

you hold back ur tears, not wanting to cry infront of him. “im still inlove with you too, but i have to let you go.”

he swallowed hard as you said that, and he could feel his heart breaking a million times over. he had to force himself to remain composed at this moment. he would not break down in front of you. even if you were breaking his heart, he couldn’t show weakness. he was supposed to be the strong one.

he closed his eyes, still restraining himself. he didn’t want to give in to his emotions, but it was so goddamn hard. the thought of losing you was too much to imagine, much less go through. he had to hold it together, he had to make himself stay strong for you.

he opened his eyes back up, forcing himself to swallow his feelings and maintain his composure. he looked stoically at you, with no trace of the pain showing in his eyes.

“maybe it’s time to say goodbye,” he said, looking at you and fighting the urge to take you into his arms and never let you go. he had to make you think that he was fine with ending things, just like how you were.

“yeah.” you look down and sigh tiredly.

he took a shaky breath, his heart breaking into a million pieces but unable to show it. he wanted just one more moment with you, but he had to let go. he loved you so damn much, and he knew that walking away from you was going to be the hardest thing he has ever had to do. he would do it for your sake, no matter how much it hurt.

he looked at you one more time, taking in your face. he wanted to remember every detail. the way your hair was messy, the way your clothes hung off of you, the marks he left on you, that same goddamn shirt that he hated and loved at the same time. he would remember you like this for the rest of his life.

he stood up off of the bed, wanting to step further away from you. he couldn’t be right next to you right now. he’d never be able to force himself to leave if he could still feel your body heat.

“you should move on, find you someone who makes u happy.” you state, looking back up at him.

he let out a dry laugh at that. as if he could ever love another woman the way he loved you. he couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. the thought of being intimate with someone other than you was revolting.

“i’m never gonna love anyone the way i love you.” he said bluntly, and he was dead serious. he couldn’t even imagine himself with another woman. there was only one person he wanted, and it was you.

and he left after that.

6 whole years together.

gone.

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 | 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍!𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you are a scientist that got chosen alongside other scientists and astronauts to complete a mission to the moon to find samples of lunar water. you and the captain have a bit of tension but thats never stopped you from going after what you want.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - sexual innuendos, smut, p in v, fingering.

𝐚/𝐧 - for all of you who wanted the han yun-jae oneshot, also i added an co-captain oc because i felt like it.

you are an american forensic psychologist who was transferred to south koreas science and space administration.

you spoke fluent korean so none of the korean scientists and astronauts looked down on you, in fact you were very well respected.

you were chosen to complete a mission to the moon to retrieve samples of lunar water from an abandoned research station.

the other astronauts who are going on this mission are Dr. Song Ji-an, an astrobiologist. Kim young the co-captain. Captain Han Yun-jae. Lieutenant Ryu Tae-seok, the head engineer. Dr. Hong Ga-young the team’s medical officer. Gong Soo-hyuk, the head of security. Lastly, Kim Sun leads the pilot team.

the captain han yun-jae was a strict man who didn’t like to lack his job. he was fairly young, around mid 30s. he has an daughter back on earth who is his main priority.

the co-captain kim young was much nicer to everybody. she is an astronaut and one of the most respected people in the lab.

the entire team is currently in the conference room with high executive mr.choi going over the mission.

mr choi stands in front of everyone with a stern face and hands behind his back. he begins to talk to the team.“you have done well to be apart of this team, we chose you because you are one of the very best from this entire organization.” mr choi eyes everyone before his eyes lands on you, you give him a small smile.

“this mission isn’t going to be an easy one.” his stern face not cracking a smile like usual. “captain han, choose ur partner”

captain han and the co-captain give each other a look and a slight nod before turning their attention to mr choi. “i’d like the co-captain kim young to be my partner, sir.”

Mr choi nodded. “very well. Dr.hong, choose ur partner”

Dr.hong’s eyes landed on you and she replied. “I’d like dr. y/n to be my partner. i could always use a forensics person with me.”

mr choi makes eye contact with you and smiles at you softly before continuing on to the rest of the crew.

after everyone chooses their partners mr.choi releases everyone so that you could all handle whatever you have to before ur boosted into space.

the next day.

everyone enters, some seem more tense then others. once everyone has entered the shuttle, the doors are shut and all of them make their way to their seat. the captain, co-captain, and the engineers take their place at their seats.

the engines begin to power up as everyone buckles their seatbelts. the shuttle starts moving and then, it lifts off from the ground.

the shuttle rockets into space and you can look through the glass windows at the planet earth. it becomes smaller and smaller the farther you are from it.

some people seem a little afraid to be up in space, but others seem fine. you can see how beautiful it is all the way the up here. the co-captain looks over at you, before giving you a small reassuring smile.

“we will be entering the moon’s orbit soon. so buckle your seatbelts, the gravity will be different when we enter the moon.” the captain speaks through the intercom.

as soon as the words leave the captain’s mouth, the people who seemed a little frighten before seemed even more frighten. the co-captain lets out a small sigh before her intercom comes online. “listen to the captain, if you wish to survive this trip and not float through the shuttle, i recommend you to buckle your seatbelt, the gravity with change soon.”

you then feel the shuttle entering the moon’s gravity. everyone gets a little lighter feeling as the gravity changes. the co-captain, captain, and all the engineers are hard at work piloting the ship.

but just then red lights began flashing and the ship began to malfunction causing the pilot to issue an emergency landing which worked but also didn’t.

the shuttle crashed into the moons surface hard, and barley steadied on the edge of the moon, tipping off.

people are dazed and confused after the hard landing. the lights in the shuttle flicker before losing power. a few people groan as they take off their seatbelt.

the captain is the first to get up and out of his seat. he helps the co-captain get up from her seat before he speaks. “is everyone okay?”

everyone seems to be a little confused and dizzy, but none of them seem seriously hurt. the co-captain manages to get the intercom to turn on and she speaks. “everyone seems fine, captain. just a little bit dazed from the hit.”

“we need to get out before the shuttle falls” you add into the conversation.

people stumble around, trying to get off the shuttle. the captain and co-captain help and make sure everyone is out before they move away from the shuttle.

everyone huddles around each other, and looks at the damage of the shuttle. one of the engines is blown up, a few others are smoking, and the side of the shuttle has dents all over it.

everyone steps back as the shuttle falls to the ground. the captain curses under his breath as everyone watches the shuttle fall.

“well, we can’t go back. so we need to find the research station.” the captain states as he starts walking away as the team follows him.

the team walks through the endless craters and dust all over the surface of the moon with little to no oxygen. they walk for miles, until they see a building in the distance. it slowly comes into view as they walk closer.

they finally arrive at the research base. the team takes a minute to look up at the building, it was in good shape, just looked unused.

the team is in awe at how big the building seems to be. the captain and the co-captain seem the most impressed. "it's definitely bigger than what was in the reports."

the captain and the co-captain give each other a look, before starting to walk towards the door. "let's go."

the team follows the captain as he enters the building. it looks much cleaner on the inside. the rooms seem very empty, but the equipment is still in tact.

the team wanders around the building, seeing the empty rooms and equipment still there. the equipment is still on. this building looks like everyone just left in a hurry without shutting anything off.

the captain starts lecturing everybody and the co-captain starts co-signing, it was almost annoying.

you lean over and whispered to the lieutenant. “of course she’s dickriding him”

the lieutenant hides his laugh with a fake cough when the captain looks at you both, causing you to wave at him innocently.

the captain eyes you both suspiciously before returning to his lecturing. the lieutenant let’s out a stifled laugh as the co-captain shoots both of you a look.

"stay close to each other. we know nothing about what happened down here at this base.” the entire team goes silent at the captain's stern words. they all share looks before nodding in agreement

the team begins to explore the research station. they move with caution and are very careful. the captain and the co-captain take the lead, while the others move in the middle and ur partner dr. hong and you at the back.

“the captain’s lucky he’s sexy or i would’ve quit” you whisper to dr.hong.

the lieutenant almost snorts out loud and stifles a laugh in his hand when you whisper to the doctor. the doctors face turns a light shade of pink from embarrassment. “will you shut up, he could hear you.”

you shrug and reply with no shame. “good, id let him hit.”

the lieutenant lets out a few stifled chuckles when you say that. doctor hong whips her head and gives you a look. “oh my god, do you have no filter?”

the lieutenant can barely hold his laugh in anymore as he covers his face with his arm.

she gives you another look as she crosses her arms. “i swear you’re ridiculous.”

the lieutenant can’t hold it in anymore and he starts to laugh out loud. the attention of everybody goes to you two. the captain turns around with a raised eyebrow.

doctor hong immediately tries to hide her embarrassment as the captain eyes the two of you with annoyance. the co-captain seems amused by the situation, and the rest just watch with a mix of confusion and amusement.

the co-captain struggles to hide her smile and the lieutenant is still recovering from his previous laughing fit. the captain sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly unamused. the doctor hides her face in her hands.

"can you two please be serious. we have work to do here." he says through a clenched jaw.

the lieutenant and you sheepishly nod, trying to stifle your laughs. doctor hong takes a deep breath before peeking through her fingers at the captain.

the captain gives you both a look before turning his attention back to the team. "we will spilt up and search through this entire base. you have a hour to find anything interesting. understood."

everyone voices in agreement before splitting up into smaller groups to look around the base. the team disperses into small clusters of twos and threes in different rooms and areas of the base.

as you begin to walk away, you hear the captain call out to you. “dr. y/n, come here for a moment.”

you halt your movements and turn around to see the captain staring at you. you walk over to him before he grabs your arm and pulls you aside.

he leans down to your ear, making sure no one else can hear him. "I need to speak to you privately for a moment. just us”

you blink a few times at his words before nodding in understanding. a bit curious as to why he wants to speak with just you, you follow him to a secluded corner of the room.

he stops when you’re in a small corner where no one can see you both. he leans back on the wall, and crosses his arms as he stares at you with a blank gaze.

you put ur hand on ur hip and smirk slightly, feeling a bit cocky. “like what you see?”

he doesn’t speak or respond for a few seconds as he keeps his gaze on you. a ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth before he speaks. "I wouldn’t mind staring longer, but we have a mission to complain.”

he pushes himself off the wall and stands in front of you, towering over you as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk again.

he leans closer so your faces are only inches apart. your heart races a little bit as you stand there, pinned in between him and the wall. he looks down at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes before he speaks again. "did you think I wouldn’t hear what you were saying to the doctor earlier?"

you tilt ur head slightly. “i was hoping you heard it actually.”

his smirk widens a little as he raises an eyebrow at your words. "oh really? and why would you want me to hear it?"

you lean in closer towards him. “so you could take my suggestion.”

now you got his full attention. he leans in even closer, his face only centimeters from yours. he lowers his voice, so only you could hear him. "and what exactly is this 'suggestion'."

“that you fuck me.” you respond with no hesitation.

he lets out a low chuckle when you say that. he puts his hand on the wall behind you, completely trapping you in between him and the wall. "is that so? you want me to fuck you? right here in this station."

you smirk proudly. “yep.”

he lets out an amused laugh as he stares into your eyes. he brings his face closer to yours. "you're ridiculous, you know that. i could get in a lot of trouble if anyone heard you say that."

you lean against the wall and cross ur arms. “awh, how so?”

he raises an eyebrow at you.

he looks at you like you grew two heads. "how so? are you serious? i’m the captain, and you’re a member of the team. we’re on a mission to collect a important research sample. it’s highly inappropriate for me to do that with a member of my team. let alone do it in the middle of this research station."

“nobody has to know.” you put on ur best seduction tone and leaned against him.

he looks at you with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “oh really? and how would we keep this a secret? this place echoes, you know that right?”

“bold of you to assume im loud.” you reply sassily.

he gives another amused smirk at your words, bringing his face closer to yours again. “oh i can guarantee you’ll be screaming my name by the time i’m done with you.”

he presses his body against yours, pinning you up against the wall. he leans down so your faces are only a few centimeters apart. your heart pounds wildly in your chest as he moves his mouth your ear. “let’s see if you can keep quiet.”

he brings one of his hands up and cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. his face is still blank, but his eyes are filled with amusement as his thumb rubs your bottom lip.

“keep quiet and i’ll let you scream all you want after this” he whispers as his thumb moves from your lip to your chin, gently lifting it up so your mouth is aligned with his.

he doesn’t waste any time as he closes the small gap between you, capturing your mouth in a kiss. his hand grabs the back of your neck, pressing you further into his body as he kisses you deeply.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, as he presses his body harder against you. his lips move against yours, hungry and needy for you.

his free hand grabs your waist, his grip tight around it as he presses your body even closer against his. his thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip as his tongue continues to explore your mouth.

a moan escapes from your mouth as his lips move down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. his hand moves from your chin to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

he lets out a low moan against your neck as he continues to kiss down your collarbone. you can feel his breath against your skin, hot and needy as he pushes his body even harder into yours.

he lifts you up, making ur legs wrap around his waist. he carry’s you to the control center and sits you down on the desk.

“are you wet for me?” he whispers into your ear, his voice filled with need and desire. his touch is firm and possessive, as if he’s laying claim to every inch of your body. “shall we see?”

you’re too lost in the moment, words have failed you. all you can do is nod, giving him the permission he craves.

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the anticipation building within you. his lips begin to trail down your neck, his hands gently teasing the hem of your jeans.

he undoes the button on ur jeans, carefully removing them while he continues to kiss and nip at your skin. he can sense how desperate you are for more, and his own desire matches yours.

his fingers lightly brush against the waistband of ur underwear, teasing you further as your breathing becomes uneven.

you can feel his gaze on you, as he looks up at your face, wanting to see your reaction to his touch.

his hands slide beneath the fabric of your underwear, his fingertips gently tracing along your sensitive skin, getting closer to where you wanted him the most.

his lips capture yours in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

your body is practically pleading for his touch, and he finally grants your silent wish. his fingers trail along ur core, gently stroking at first, before applying more pressure

he can hear the moan escape your lips, and he can feel just how much you want him, how much you need him.

he continues to move his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, wanting to drive you absolutely insane.

he watches your face, how you’re biting your lip, trying to hold back your moans. he loves how you look like this, how you’re completely at his mercy.

his name escapes your lips, barely more than a whisper, and he can tell how close you are. he leans to your ear, his hot breath causing your entire body to shudder.

“let me hear you” his other hand grabs you by the chin, making you look right at him as he continued to touch you in all the right ways

the look in his eyes, his words, and his touch all combine into one overwhelming feeling, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

your body is completely overwhelmed, and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “please..”

he smirks, loving how desperate you sound, how you’re practically begging him, but he knows you can take more, and he’s determined to bring you to absolute ecstasy.

he slips a finger into you, stretching you out.

your body tensed up at the sudden sensation, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

he watches you closely, his eyes dark with desire, as he begins to move his finger inside you, each motion sending shockwaves through your body.

you can barely form a thought, the room is spinning and all you can focus on is his touch, his eyes, and the overwhelming pleasure that he was causing you.

he knows he is in full control of your body and you can barely move yourself.

he adds another finger, his pace quickening, knowing exactly how to get you to the edge. “you’re so damn beautiful like this” his voice is ragged with desire, and every bit of self control he has is being used to resist the urge to just take you right then and there.

he could see how close you were and he wanted to make sure you were completely undone before he gave you the release you needed so desperately.

your body clenches around his fingers, desperate for more, and you can hardly breathe from the intense sensations coursing through you.

he curls his fingers in just the right spot, hitting a nerve that makes you see stars. you cry out his name, completely lost in the sensations he’s creating within you.

he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his words barely audible. “let go for me, sweet girl.”

his words send you over the edge, waves of pure ecstasy crashing over you as you come undone beneath his touch.

you’re trembling violently, completely undone by the overwhelming sensations, and he continues to watch you with a mixture of awe and desire. he can’t get enough of you like this, vulnerable and completely his.

his grip on you tightens, not ready to let you go just yet.

he quickly unzips his pants, and he pulls you forward, your bodies now almost touching, and leans in to kiss you desperately. the taste of your lips only makes him want you more, and he presses himself against you, his hardness already obvious.

his hands roam over your body, unable to resist the urge to touch you everywhere he could reach, to feel the heat of your skin against his own.

he breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged as he tries to control his desire. “i need to be in you.”

the words send a shiver of excitement through you, and you can hardly believe this is finally happening.

he positions himself between your thighs, his hands on your hips.

he looks into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze almost overwhelming. “last chance to back out”

you quickly shake ur head and look into his eyes. “i want this.”

he can see the desire in your eyes and his own desire takes over completely.

he lines himself up, the tip of his cock gently pressing against your entrance. he wants to savor this moment, but he’s already so close to the edge he knows he can’t hold back.

he wants to hold back, to go slow, but he's completely overtaken by his desire for you, by how much he wants you.

he takes a deep breath and thrusts into you slowly, trying to be gentle even as his body is on autopilot, wanting nothing more than to claim you.

his mouth finds your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers how beautiful you look, how much he wants you.

he can barely hold back, but he doesn't want to be any rougher than he has to be.

he looks into your eyes, checking if he was hurting you, and when he sees that you're just as lost in the moment as he is, he loses the last bit of his self-control.

he begins to move faster, each thrust harder than the last, his grip on your hips tight, almost bruising.

he's completely possessed by the pleasure of being inside you, by the way you feel surrounding him.

he can't think, he can't speak, he can only feel, and all he can think about is how much he wants you, how much he needs you, how all he wants is to make you his. forever.

he reaches down, slipping a hand between your bodies to tease your sensitive clit, wanting to bring you the same amount of pleasure he’s experiencing.

he wants to give you everything you need, to please you in ways you didn’t know were possible, to take you to heights you’ve never reached before.

his fingers move deftly, finding all the right spots, his lips finding yours again, desperate and eager to taste you.

he swallows up your moans as he deepens the kiss, completely consumed by you. he can tell how close you are to the edge, and he wants to feel the moment you completely let go.

he moves his hand as well as his body in every way he knows you love, determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure that he was experiencing himself.

he whispers against your lips, the heat of his breath, and the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine.“let me see you come apart for me, love” he moves ur leg ontop of his shoulder creating a new angle.

your body is completely overcome with sensation, and you’re barely able to form a thought other than the overwhelming, all encompassing sense of pleasure that is coursing through your every nerve.

the way his body feels against yours, the way he touches you, the way he looks at you as he takes you to the peak of pleasure, is all too much for you to bear.

he can see the moment you completely let go, your body clenching around him as you find your release. he holds you tightly as you ride out the waves of pleasure, his grip on you unrelenting, yet gentle at the same time.

he stares at you completely enamored by the beauty of you in your most vulnerable state.

he gently lifts you up, still not letting you go, and kisses you tenderly, the intensity between you now replaced with affection. he wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

he finally comes down from the high and rests his head on your shoulder, his breath ragged, completely spent. he holds you close, as if he can't bear to let you go, as if by holding you close, he cant help himself from whispering dirty things into your ear.

“when we get back to earth, we aren’t stopping.”

[laylahluvsasians]

𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 || 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently 2006, you and gong yoo have been dating for over 6 years and got casted in coffee prince together. being casted in a show alongside ur boyfriend sounded fun but lately ur relationship has been rocky.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - toxic relationship, slight smut, sexual innuendos, slightly embarrassing, angst.

𝐚/𝐧 - this won the poll so here ya go, ill be posting the han yunjae oneshot tmr :)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

two days later.

you had been going on with your life as usual, except now you didn’t have your boyfriend to spend all of your time with. you found yourself having a strange sense of being lost, since you had been in a relationship for quite a while. the routine had been in your routine for so long that it seemed weird to be on your own again, with no one to focus on but yourself.

you tried to distract yourself with other things like studying, but every so often, a random memory would pop into your mind, and the same feeling of disappointment would bubble up in your gut. you tried to ignore the fact that you missed him so badly, and that you wished you hadn’t left that night.

you sat in your room, buried under a mountain of blankets, as a pathetic attempt to soothe yourself. you couldn’t help but feel like you were acting like a lovesick teenager with how much you were moping around over a goddamn breakup.

you were currently trying to study again, but your mind kept wandering over to memories of gong yoo. you were definitely not as clingy and codependent as you were when you guys were in the beginning of your relationship, but you still needed him in your life. now that he was gone and there was no signs of him trying to get you back, you definitely felt like you were in the wrong.

you remembered some of your first few dates when you guys were still new and everything was fresh. gong yoo would pick you up from your apartment and drive you everywhere, and you loved the feeling of his hand intertwined in yours. you missed the feeling of being in his embrace and being able to kiss him whenever you wanted. despite you being the clingy one in the early stages of your relationship, you still felt like he was a part of your soul that had been ripped out.

and god you missed the sex.

you buried your face in the pillow to muffle a sigh, as the memories of being naked under him flashed through your mind. you could already feel yourself heating up just thinking about him.

you could remember just how good gong yoo is in bed, and that familiar sense of arousal started to grow. god, you missed him so bad, you were almost feeling as frustrated as you were at the beginning, when you were so goddamn needy and desperate for his attention.

you tried to go back to studying, but you couldn’t focus and you could feel yourself on the verge of giving in to your desire. you almost called his number, with the urge to just hear his voice, but stopped yourself at the last moment.

you felt like you were going insane. you never realized how much gong yoo affected you by just his presence, until now when you were deprived of it. you were starting to understand that there was absolutely no one in this world that could replace him in your life. he was just so special, and that’s not because of his career. he was just as obsessed with you as you were with him. there was no one else who could ever make you feel this way, and you just felt absolutely hopeless at this point.

this was the first time in your life that you realized how important gong yoo was to you. the thought of not being with him anymore, and just being alone forever felt like the worst thing in the world. you knew that no one else could touch you the way he could, no one else could look at you in a way he did. you were hopelessly in love with gong yoo and you could only hope you didn’t ruin your relationship beyond repair. you were about to give in and call him when you heard a loud knock at the door.

you snapped out of your thoughts and jumped at the sudden noise. you quickly got up from the bed and walked over to the door. you were wondering who could be outside, considering you weren’t expecting any guests or waiting for any deliveries.

you were wearing a oversized shirt with no pants, just panties.

you opened the door, expecting a random neighbor or a package delivery, but was surprised to see that it was none other than gong yoo standing in the hallway.

he stared at you in that huge shirt that revealed way too much of your smooth, soft thighs. despite how much he tried to ignore that fact, he couldn’t deny that he had been craving to see you and it took a lot of discipline for him to not show up yesterday. he was trying to maintain some sort of self respect and not crawl back to you like a whipped puppy, but seeing you like this was making it awfully tempting. he ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.

“can i come in?” he asked, still staring at your half-naked legs. despite being apart for the last few days, he was just as captivated by you as he was before.

“why?” you respond deciding to be petty.

“we need to talk,” he said, looking up from your legs and directly into your eyes. he knew that he needed to make some things crystal clear with you, but god just one look at you made him want to throw you back onto the bed and do unholy things to you.

“we already talked.” you cross ur arms over ur shoulders.

“and clearly that didn’t solve anything,” he said, pushing past you and walking into the apartment. he wasn’t taking any chances of anyone else seeing you in that goddamn oversized shirt.

he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, watching you cross your arms over your chest. “go put shorts on,” he said firmly.

“no.” you reply being a brat.

he could see the look of defiance in your eyes, and he had to force himself to stay in control. he felt like he was gonna rip that shirt off and make marks that no one else was allowed to see.

“don’t make this harder than it already is, sweetheart.” he said, tilting his head as he observed you.

“this is my hotel room, i can wear what i want. thank you.” you state, matter of a factly.

he was just about ready to go feral. if you didn’t put some goddamn pants on his self control was gonna completely snap. he couldn’t help but feel himself getting hard just from seeing the way the shirt hung loosely off of your shoulders and how your thick thighs were just begging to be marked up.

“i swear to god, if you don’t go get some pants on, i’m gonna rip that shirt right off you,” he said, giving you a pointed look.

“you say that like i’d be complaining if you did it,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

he let out a low groan in frustration. this was just torturous. “i’m trying to have a serious talk here, and you’re not helping by standing there like that.”

“then maybe you shouldn’t have just barged in here,” you said, taking a step closer to him. “i was minding my own business.”

“it’s not my fault that you never lock your goddamn door,” he said, taking his gaze off of your legs and looking up at your face. “besides, are you really that comfortable being in a shirt alone without a bra on?”

“yes.” you reply unbothered.

he felt his fingers twitching as his self control slowly started to slip away. he had to do everything possible to stay in control of the situation. “you’re an goddamn tease.” he said, his gaze traveling up and down your body.

you couldn’t help but feel cocky. having him all worked up like this made you want to mess with him even more. “does it get on your nerves a little? knowing that i’m half naked in front of you?”

“yes,” he said, gritting his teeth. he was already so on edge right now, and you were pushing him closer to the edge. he balled his hands into fists, resisting the urge to reach out and grab you by the hips.

“ah, then it’s working,” you said, tilting your head to the side. you took another step closer to him, putting ur hand on his cock. “you seem a little tense, you know.”

he bit back a moan and grabbed your wrist as you started to palm him. “god, i swear, you’re a goddamn tease,” he said, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“hmm, and what are you going to do about it?” you asked, giving him an innocent look as if you weren’t slowly driving him crazy.

he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on your wrist. he was getting desperate now and losing the battle with self control. “god, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, his voice becoming just a bit breathy.

you get on ur knees.

he nearly groaned at the sight of you on your knees. it was hard to even focus on trying to not lose control.

“oh my god,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “you’re gonna be the death of me, darling.”

“hmm, is that a threat or a warning?” you asked, looking at him through your lashes.

“both,” he said, gripping your chin a little harder. he was using every ounce of self control to not pick you up and throw you onto the bed.

you slowly unzip his pants.

he inhaled sharply as he watched you undo the zipper of his jeans, and he couldn’t stop the words that fell out of his mouth. “you’re so goddamn impatient,” he said, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“hmm, i haven’t had any in a few days,” you said, wrapping your hand around his now hard length and stroking him slightly. “it’s been torture.”

he let out a low groan as you touched him, and he grabbed your hair. “you’re just as needy as i am if not worse,” he said, his voice already strained.

“says the guy who’s already getting hard for me,” you said, looking up at him with a smirk on your face.

“is that so?” he said, tugging at your hair lightly. “don’t get so cocky now. you’ll do exactly as i tell you.”

“is that so?” you said, teasing him and pretending to be coy. “and what is it that you want me to do, exactly?”

“oh darling,” he said, pulling you up to your feet and pinning you against the wall behind you. “you’re gonna find out very soon.”

he leaned in and whispered into your ear as he ran his hand over your thigh, leaving chills over your body. “you’re gonna remember who you belong to.”

your breath hitched at his words, and you melted in his grip. “i’m all yours,” you said, placing your hands on his chest.

“damn right, you’re mine,” he said, his eyes roaming over your body once again. he couldn’t wait any longer to have you right there. he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed.

[laylahluvsasians]

hello freaks so im being indecisive and cant decide on which fanfic to post tomorrow so i need ur help

captain han yunjae onshot or toxic part 3??

also toxic part two is here

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 || 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐.)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently 2006, you and gong yoo have been dating for over 6 years and got casted in coffee prince together. being casted in a show alongside ur boyfriend sounded fun but lately ur relationship has been rocky.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - toxic relationship, eventual smut (not this chapter), sexual innuendos, slightly embarrassing, angst.

𝒂/𝒏 - this will be split into five parts.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

fast forward two weeks.

you and gong yoo eventually made up but you stopped being as clingy.

he was glad that you finally got the hint that being so constantly clingy wasn’t exactly his thing, but he definitely still noticed the slight change in your behavior.

over the next two weeks, you didn’t constantly beg for his attention, and he didn’t mind it. in fact, he almost liked this new dynamic, because it was definitely a change from how you used to be before.

the days were much more peaceful, with you two not arguing over pointless things and he was able to finally focus on his work without you being on his tail constantly.

he knew how much you loved him. despite the fact you weren’t being annoyingly clingy anymore, that still never changed, and he knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

you stopped initiating physical contact and just left that up to him.

gong yoo definitely couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy this new change. you weren’t always hugging and kissing him every chance you got, and he almost preferred not getting smothered 24/7.

you’ve been focusing more on getting ur forensic psychology degree so you started putting that first.

gong yoo was definitely happy that you finally had something other than him to consume yourself with. you were actually taking interest in your studies instead of begging for his attention every second of the day.

-

you are currently walking to ur hotel room after a long day.

you’re completely exhausted from filming all day. this was always your least favorite part of acting. the hours spent shooting felt endless, and you just wanted to take a nice, long nap.

you reached your hotel room and went inside, hoping to fall flat on the bed and not get back up for a very long time.

instead, when you walked in, you found gong yoo already there, sitting on the couch. he looked up upon hearing the door open, and gave you a small smile.

he could immediately tell that you were exhausted from shooting. “welcome back,” he said, patting the spot next to him. “come sit.”

you immediately changed ur plans. “cant. gotta study for my psychology exam. gonna go to the library.”

he gave you a puzzled look. normally after a day spent filming, you would usually ask to cuddle or at least spend time with him, but you seemed uninterested right now. he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“you’re not staying?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. he tried not to seem too whiny, but the truth was he was craving your attention, even if he wouldn’t outwardly admit it.

“nope.” you quickly replied while getting ur text books.

his face fell slightly. he could tell you were more focused on your studying, and obviously didn’t want to be bothered. he tried to not let it get to him, and nodded. “okay then,” he said quietly.

you could feel the tension in the room, but you couldn’t be bothered by it right now. you had things you needed to do, and you didn’t want to be distracted by anything. even as you saw gong yoo’s expression shift to a slight frown as you started gathering your study materials and packing your bag, you tried to ignore it.

he watched you silently as you packed your things. he wanted to ask why you seemed so uninterested in him today, but he knew you probably would just brush him off.

“bye baby.” you quickly kiss his cheek before leaving.

he could only stare in silence after you left. he hated the way that despite getting you to stop being so clingy, it seemed like you had stopped caring all together.

he would try and brush it off, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of slight abandonment.

the hours passed by, and he laid on his bed, constantly checking the clock. you had left right after the filming ended, and he had absolutely no idea what you had been doing since then. he knew you were studying, but still, he couldn’t help the anxiety and worry that came with the fact that you left so abruptly.

he tried to distract himself with other things, but he just couldn’t seem to get you off his mind. he missed you.

he was just about to check the time again when he heard a soft knocking on the door.

he quickly got up and padded across the room, opening the door.

he hoped on every star in the sky that it was you.

sure enough, you were standing outside. he was slightly in relief that it was indeed you, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly pissed off about how you had ignored him for the last few hours.

he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “i see you remembered me.”

“can you move?” you really weren’t in the mood.

he raised an eyebrow, but stepped to the side so you could walk inside. “you’ve been gone for hours and suddenly you’re back. where the hell did you go?”

“i told you, the library.” you stand by his desk.

“yeah, i get that,” he said, watching you drop your bag onto the table. “but you never told me you’d be gone for four hours . i haven’t seen you since you dropped an old ass kiss on my cheek and ran off.”

“wow u got put last for the first time, so disappointing.” you reply with sarcasm dripping through ur tone.

“jesus” he said, rubbing his temples. this was quickly heading into yet another argument, and he did not have the energy for it right now.

“i know you’re busy with your studies, but do you really have to ignore me every damn time you need to focus?” he said, his annoyance clearly showing in his tone of voice.

“you’re just a hypocrite.” you reply, almost raising ur voice.

“and how exactly am i a hypocrite? i have a job just like you do, so what’s so different?” he asked, staring at you in disbelief.

“you always put ur job before me! everytime i asked to hang out if ur job called u would automatically leave me. but when i wanna study to get my fucking degree its a problem?” you snap lightly.

“oh here we go again,” he said, rolling his eyes. “you keep bringing this up like a broken record. i’m not going to apologize for putting my career first, so why can’t you get that through your thick skull?”

“why haven’t i broken up with u yet?” you say without thinking.

“i guess it’s because you’re as obsessed with me as i am with you,” he said, a smirk on his face. he knew he was getting to you and he almost seemed to be enjoying it.

“whatever im leaving i dont have time to be arguing with you. maybe ill find me a new boyfriend on the way” you roll ur eyes before packing ur bag.

the smirk quickly disappeared from his face and was replaced with a look of disbelief. “you’re not serious,” he said, watching you gather your bag again.

“im tired of you and im tired of ur bullshit” you snap walking towards the door.

he let out a sharp breath. “you’re so goddamn impulsive.” he said, crossing his arms once again. “you wanna leave? fine, go find a new boyfriend. see if you can even find a better one.”

“fine, i will.” and with that, you left.

“good luck finding someone who’ll put up with you,” he called out to your retreating figure. he let out a sigh and slumped back against the doorframe, a strange feeling in his chest.

he stared at the door, waiting for you to come back. it was stupid, he knew better, but he wanted nothing more than for you to come back and beg him to take what he said back. he wanted you to come back and kiss him and hold him and be the clingy girl who used to annoy him so much.

but when the hours ticked by and you never came back, the feeling in his chest only seemed to get worse.

he eventually forced himself to go to bed, but he couldn’t stop staring at the empty space next to him, and he hated how cold the sheets felt without you.

-

you just drove until you got to ur nearest starbucks. you entered the busy coffee shop and were immediately bombarded by the sight of people drinking coffee, workers yelling out orders, and the smell of a new brewed batch.

you boot up your laptop and start to go through your notes. you were getting ready to study for a couple more hours, but suddenly you hear someone clearing their throat, interrupting your work

you look up to see a tall man with dark, tousled hair and a sharp jawline. he’s dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, and he’s holding a to-go cup from the coffee shop in one hand.

“this seat isn’t taken, is it?” he asked, gesturing towards the chair opposite yours.

you just look at him for a moment. “no.”

he gives you a polite smile and sits down across from you. “thank you,” he said, “i was looking to get some work done, but the place is packed.”

“yeah, it can get pretty crowded in here,” you said, briefly glancing at him. in all honesty, you had other things to focus on, and getting into a conversation was not on your to-do list.

“are you busy?” he asked, tilting his head slightly and gesturing to your laptop.

“studying.” you kept giving him short replies in hopes that he would go away.

he raised an eyebrow. “for what?” he asked, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.

“my forensics quiz.”

he let out a sigh. “i don’t know how people have the mental capacity to study right now,” he said, “do u have a boyfriend?”

you gave him a strange look. “random question,” you said bluntly. “but no, i don’t.”

“really?” he said, looking surprised. “you’re awfully pretty to not have a boyfriend right now.”

“i just broke up with him” you state, blankly.

his eyebrows shot up in slight surprise. “oh. my bad, i didn’t mean to bring up a sensitive subject.”

“it’s fine, i don’t mind,” you said, waving your hand. “honestly, it’s for the best.”

“what happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” he said, resting his chin on his hand.

“he always put work over me and it was just getting to the point where i cant be with someone like that.” you frown.

he let out a tsk. “ah, the classic workaholic boyfriend. that sucks, i’m sorry.”

“yeah,” you said, sighing. “it shouldn’t have gotten to the point where i’m begging my own boyfriend for his attention.”

he nodded in agreement. “he sounds like a real douchebag, if you ask me. you’re a pretty girl, and he didn’t treat you how a man should treat a lady.”

you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face. “wow. i just met you, and you’re already the most empathetic guy i’ve ever talked to.”

he let out a laugh. “i’ve experienced that kind of treatment before,” he said, shrugging. “but trust me, you’re beautiful, and i’m sure you’ll find a much better boyfriend in the future.”

“well, thank you,” you said, smiling at him. “i’m not sure if i’m ready to find another boyfriend just yet, though.”

“there’s no rush, especially if your last relationship left a sour taste in your mouth,” he said, finishing the rest of his coffee. “you should take some time and appreciate being single again.”

you smile slightly and he takes that as a sign to continue the conversation.

you end up forgetting about the test ur supposed to be studying for and continued talking to him, in hopes that gong yoo would leave ur mind.

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 || 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently 2006, you and gong yoo have been dating for over 6 years and got casted in coffee prince together. being casted in a show alongside ur boyfriend sounded fun but lately ur relationship has been rocky.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - toxic relationship, eventual slight smut (not this chapter), sexual innuendos, slightly embarrassing, angst.

𝐚/𝐧 - this will be split into five parts.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

you knew gong yoo about 10 years before you landed the role on coffee prince.

you both quickly fell inlove and have been together for around 6 years now.

you met yoon eun hye on set and she immediately became ur best friend and ur friendship was still going strong.

she and you would hang out together and gossip about the other actors, which of them was ur type, and complain about the endless filming hours.

but the shooting hours were finally over and the show was gaining attention. you and eun hye were currently in her hotel room, talking about the newest gossip.

“ugh where is my boyfriend.” you complained falling back dramatically on the bed.

eun hye rolled her eyes at you since she knew exactly what you were gonna say. ”i haven’t seen him since we finished filming earlier.”

“oh my god,” you whined. “i need to see him”

“no way are you getting him when he just finished filming,” eun hye said, rolling her eyes for the 90th time today. “he definitely wants to sleep.”

“so?” you huffed. “i can nap with him.”

eun hye gave you a look, a smirk on her face. “a nap? is that all you would be doing?”

you threw her a dirty look and sighed, dropping back onto the bed. ”i’ve been deprived of him for the entire day, i can’t go through an entire night too”

“you’ll be fine, you literally see him every day,” eun hye said. “i don’t know how you haven’t gotten sick of each other yet, you’re like two peas in a pod.”

“because my love for him never runs out.” you dramatically put a hand on your forehead and sighed. yoon eun hye only laughed at your antics. “stop acting so extra, we both know you’re completely whipped for him. and he’s even more whipped for you.”

“damn right he is,” you said, grinning. “he’s so in love with me, it’s quite cute.”

“that’s not surprising, you know that everyone wants to date you,” eun hye said. “but you just had to pick gong yoo.”

“because he’s the best.” you sighed dreamily. “he’s so handsome, talented, sweet, and he treats me so good.”

“okay, we get it, you’re both sickeningly in love with each other,” eun hye said, making a fake gagging motion.

you let out a laugh and flopped down onto your side so your cheek was smashed against the pillow. “is it a crime for me to love my boyfriend so much?”

“yes,” she said bluntly. “because you two are the most lovey-dovey, disgustingly sweet couple i’ve met.”

“im gonna marry him.”

“is that even a surprise?” she said. “you guys have been together for years now and he’s had so many chances to get away from you, but he still hasn’t. you’re stuck with him for life.”

“he’s not leaving me anytime soon,” you said, a smug expression on your face. “he loves me too much.”

“the whole world knows he’s madly in love with you, you have nothing to worry about,” eun hye said. “but you’re not escaping that easy either, you are just as whipped for him”

“yeahyeah, im gonna go see him.” you get up and start heading towards the door.

eun hye looked at you, an exasperated expression on her face. “i knew you would,” she said. “he’s probably gonna be pissed that you woke him up from his nap.”

“he be aight.”

she rolled her eyes, but gave you a wave. “don’t have too much fun,” she said, “i don’t want to end up hearing you guys through the walls all night.”

you flipped her off and headed over to gong yoo’s hotel room that was right across the hall from eun hye’s.

you knocked on the door before opening it, knowing he probably forgot to lock it. “babe?” you called out, closing the door behind you.

you heard some shuffling from the bedroom, and a moment later, gong yoo appeared in the doorway, dressed in just his sweatpants.

“why are you here, it’s late?” he murmured, sleep evident in his voice.

you gave him an innocent look. “i haven’t seen you all day, is it a crime to come see my boyfriend?”

“baby.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i’ve been filming all day and i just got back. i’m tired.”

you put ur hands on ur hips sassily and replied. “we can sleep together.”

he looked at you, his eyes still somewhat tired. “i wanna sleep alone.”

your face fell and you pouted. “but i don’t wanna sleep alone. i’ve missed you all day.”

he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “i know, but im tired. can’t you sleep in your room instead?”

“fine.” you frowned and rolled ur eyes.

“thank you,” he said, and gave you a sleepy smile. “i’ll see you tomorrow morning, alright?”

“whatever.” you grumble under ur breath.

“what’s got you so grumpy?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. “i’m tired, why can’t you just listen to me and go back to your room?”

“bye.” you walk away not even letting him respond.

he sighed and watched you go. “i’ll just see her in the morning,” he muttered to himself, before crawling back into bed.

you find yourself walking back to eun hyes hotel room.

eun hye heard the door open, and the sound of you flopping down onto the bed. “back again already?” she asked.

“he wanted to sleep alone.” you groan.

“oh no,” she said sarcastically, “the horror of being forced to spend a night by yourself.”

you just made a face at her, and pulled a pillow closer. “i miss him,” you said, burying your face into it.

eun hye snickers and pats your back. “you’ll survive one night without him, i promise you.”

“i swear one day he’s gonna leave me because of how clingy i am” you pout.

“that’s not gonna happen, he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“but what if he gets sick of me?” you asked, a frown on your face. “what if one day he just wakes up and decides that he doesn’t love me anymore?”

eun hye scoffed. “if you think gong yoo’s ever gonna fall out of love with you, you’re dumber than i thought.”

“hey,” you said, elbowing her. “i’m not stupid, i just over think a lot.”

“yeah, and that’s an understatement,” she said. “just relax, gong yoo’s not gonna stop loving you. he’s head over heels for you, i promise.”

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮

it’s early in the morning, and your alarm clock rings. you groan and sit up.

you force yourself out of bed, and trudge into the bathroom. you brush your teeth and wash your face before getting dressed.

after you finish getting ready, you make your way over to gong yoo’s room. you knock once before opening the door.

he was sat on the bed, fully dressed and scrolling through his phone. he looked up when he heard the door open. “oh, you’re here,” he said, setting his phone down.

you roll ur eyes, already starting to get pissed off. “should i not be?”

“no, of course you should be,” he said, rolling his eyes slightly. “i was just surprised, considering how whiny you were last night.”

“god forbid a girl misses her boyfriend.” you lean against his fridge.

he snorted and got up out of bed. “i just found it kinda annoying that you couldn’t go one night on your own.”

“oh so you find me annoying?” you narrow ur eyes.

“when you act like this, yes.” he gave you a pointed look, crossing his arms.

annoyance slowly rises within you. “thats just because i love you!”

he let out a sigh and shook his head. “i know you love me a lot, but you get a little… clingy sometimes.”

“fine, ill stop.” you shrug, trying to seem unbothered.

“it’s not that i don’t like that you’re clingy,” he said. “it’s just that you can be a little too clingy, to the point where i can’t do anything else.”

“whatever.” you didn’t feel like continuing this conversation.

he rolled his eyes at your behavior, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “don’t be salty now,” he said. “you know i love you, i just wish you would stop acting like a needy puppy.”

you sighed and leaned into his touch, despite being annoyed with him. “i don’t know how i’m supposed to not be clingy when you’re gone half the time.”

“it’s work,” he said, his arms still around you. “i have to be on set to work and make movies, it can’t be helped.”

“we literally have the same work!”

“which means you’re doing the same thing that i am,” he said. “so i don’t know why you’re so bothered that i have to be away for filming when you’re doing the *same thing.”

you frown. “i just miss you.”

he sighed and brought his hand to your cheek. “i know, baby, i miss you too,” he said. “but you have to understand that work always comes first.”

wrong move. “wow thanks.”

he let out an exasperated sigh. “that’s not what i meant, and you know it,” he said, “i’m just trying to do my job, same as you are. i still love you, so don’t be all sulky and pissy.”

“difference is i put u over everything.” you grumble, annoyed.

he rolled his eyes. “you’re being dramatic again,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides. “i never asked you to do that.”

“well, excuse me if i’m in love with you,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “i thought it was perfectly normal to want to prioritize my boyfriend.”

he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. “i really don’t want to argue about this again. this whole clinginess thing is really getting old, and i feel like i’ve explained myself countless times already. i’m sorry im not at your beck and call 24/7.”

“whatever im leaving.” you grab ur bag and storm out.

he didn’t even try to stop you as you walked out. this wasn’t the first argument the two of you had over this exact thing, and quite honestly he was just tired of it.

you walked across the hallway to eun hye’s room. when she opened the door, she took one look at your face and knew something had happened.

“i assume things didn’t go well?” eun hye asked, raising her eyebrows. she already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear you say it anyways.

“ugh i hate him!” you pace up and down her room.

“what happened this time?” she asked, letting you into her room. she could practically sense your anger from here, and she sat down on her bed.

you flopped onto the bed next to her, and let out a groan. “the same damn thing again , he said im too clingy and i care about him too much while he still prioritizes work over me.”

“jesus christ, not this again,” she said, letting out a sigh. “you guys have been arguing over this for years, and i swear yall still haven’t learned how to resolve this issue.”

“i just wished i was his number one priority. if we ever got married one day then i should come over anything” you pout.

eun hye leaned back against the headboard, and patted your shoulder. “you know that can’t happen, right? gong yoo will always put his career first, and you’re gonna have to accept that by this point.”

“maybe i shouldn’t be with him then” you say thinking off of impulse.

“come on, that’s ridiculous, you know that you love him,” she said, shaking her head at you. “and he loves you, but he’s a man with a job. he’s going to prioritize that. that’s not his fault.”

“well im not gonna marry him and start a family with him if he’s just gonna choose his job over us” you state.

eun hye was trying her best to reason with you, but it never worked. “listen, gong yoo’s a fantastic boyfriend. he’s been with you through all of the highs and lows of your career, and he’s stuck with you for years. what more could you ask from him?”

you buried your face into the pillow and let out a muffled groan. “i just want him to choose me over his job for once. he’s always telling me that i’m being too clingy and needy, and i hate it,” you said, looking back up at her.

“babe.” she said, patting your head. “i hate to break it to you, but that’s never going to happen. gong yoo will always put his career first, and that’s not even a bad thing. it’s just how it is.”

“whatever stop talking about it” you cross ur arms and lean against the bed frame.

eun hye rolled her eyes at your behavior but kept silent. this was always how it went when you fought with gong yoo. she wished the both of you could just drop it and move on already.

[laylahluvsasians]

if you don't write mlw then how is it that you only write for female readers and then have f!reader x m!charas 😭?

NOT be to angry or mean I just thought it was a silly mistake (? i am presuming)

hi guys so i meant mlw = male reader x female character 😫😫 forgive me

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✧ hii my name is laylah

✧ im a student at princeton university

✧ 22 years old

✧ bisexual

✧ i feen for gong yoo

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

－ ZERO incest/stepincest, pedophilla, etc.

－ rape, sexual assult, unwanted touch, pregnancy.

－ will only write teacher x student if its in college and LEGAL.

－ illegal age gaps.

－ male readers

－ wont write about rapist, racist or problematic characters/people

－ wont write about minors regardless if they’re aged up or not.

－ character x character, cinema ships (canon or not.)

－ threesomes or poly relationships.

－ mlm or m!reader x female characters

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

－ female readers

－ age gaps (legal)

－ college professor x of age student or teacher x teacher

－ wlw

－ both women and men

－ smut, fluff, angst.

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬/𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

⍟ squid game

⍟ train to busan

⍟ a man and a woman

⍟ silent sea

⍟ bloodhounds

⍟ coffee prince

⍟ alice in borderland

⍟ strangers from hell

⍟ friendly rivalry

⍟ mr.plankton

⍟ pretty little liars

⍟ the vampire diaries

𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

⍟ black pink (all members)

⍟ BTS (all members)

⍟ TWICE (all members)

⍟ straykids (all members)

⍟ le sserafim (all members)

⍟ p1harmony (all members)

⍟ seventeen (all members)

⍟ BIGBANG (all members excluding seungri)

⍟ NJZ (all members)

⍟ ATEEZ (all members)

⍟ AESPA (all members)

⍟ ITZY (all members)

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬/𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

⍟ gong yoo (mainly)

⍟ lee jung-jae

⍟ lee byun-hun

⍟ yim siwan

⍟ lee dong wook

⍟ jo yu-ri

⍟ hoyeon

⍟ wi ha-joon

⍟ won ji-an

⍟ lee yoo-mi

⍟ kang ha-neul

⍟ woo do-hwan

⍟ lee hyeri

⍟ nina dobrev

⍟ kat graham

⍟ paul wesley

⍟ chris wood

⍟ kento yamazaki

⍟ nijirō murakami

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

⍟ the salesman

⍟ hankyul

⍟ ki-hong

⍟ han yun-jae

⍟ gi-hun

⍟ hwang inho

⍟ hwang jun-ho

⍟ semi

⍟ junhee

⍟ saebyeok

⍟ hyun-ju

⍟ daeho

⍟ katherine pierce

⍟ bonnie bennet

⍟ stefan salvatore

⍟ caroline forbes

⍟ spencer hastings

⍟ aria montgomery

⍟ emily fields

⍟ hanna marin

⍟ tony cavanough

⍟ alison dilaurentis

⍟ jong-woo

⍟ moon-jo

⍟ hae-jo

⍟ geon-woo

⍟ jae-i

⍟ arisu

⍟ chishiya

⍟ usagi

⍟ kuina

⍟ ann

- 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⍟ 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 :)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 (squid game)

- 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

- 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐋 (coffee prince)

- nothing yet.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎 (train to busan)

- nothing yet.

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐍-𝐉𝐀𝐄 (the silent sea)

- 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙮 (𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.)

𝐊𝐈-𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 (a man and a woman)

- nothing yet.

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐎 (actor)

- 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

- 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐨.

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 || 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - the salesman kidnapped you in the motel after gi-hun pulled that stunt with his two buddies.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, slight manipulation.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since the Salesman had taken you. The dim light in the room made it hard to tell the time. Two days — you thought — maybe three. The memories blurred together like a fever dream. The sharp smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of rain that crept through the cracked window.

He hadn’t hurt you. Not physically, at least. That was the most unsettling part. No ropes, no chains — just the heavy presence of him, always watching. His voice was eerily calm when he spoke, polite even. The man in the suit, with his perfect smile and those calculating eyes, treated you like a guest.

But you weren’t a guest.

You were his.

You thought about running. Many times. The old wooden door was flimsy, the locks easy enough to pry open. But where would you go? He had a way of knowing. Like he could see right through you. And yet, the temptation gnawed at you.

On the second night, you tried.

The rain poured down in sheets, drowning the world in silver. His voice had drifted from the other room, low and distant as he spoke on the phone. You crept to the door, your heartbeat thundering in your chest. The lock clicked open. Freedom was just beyond the threshold.

But before you could step outside, his arms were around you.

“Where are you going?” The question came softly, almost like a whisper.

You twisted against him, but his grip was firm. Strong. His breath ghosted against your ear as he pulled you back inside. The warmth of him enveloped you, the steady rise and fall of his chest betraying no sign of panic. He wasn’t afraid of losing you. He knew you wouldn’t get far.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, but even to your own ears, your voice lacked conviction.

He chuckled — that low, knowing laugh that always made your stomach turn. “Why would I do that, darling?” His fingers brushed against your jaw, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “I’ve given you everything. Safety. Shelter. And yet you still try to leave.”

You hated the way your body reacted to his touch. How the heat of his palms lingered on your skin, how the dark gleam in his eyes made your chest tighten. You should have been terrified. Disgusted. But instead, a part of you clung to the warmth he offered.

“I hate you,” you spat, though the words trembled.

“And yet,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours, “you’re still here.”

The days passed, and so did your resolve. His presence became a constant — a dark comfort. He brought you meals, sat with you, spoke to you like you were something precious. You could see it in the way he looked at you. Obsession, twisted and unchecked.

But then there was something else. A flicker of sincerity beneath the facade.

You didn’t know when it happened. Maybe it was the way his touch lingered, gentle instead of possessive. Maybe it was the moments when his walls cracked — when exhaustion dimmed the sharp glint in his eyes, and for a fleeting second, he seemed almost… human.

And maybe that’s why, when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t pull away.

The Salesman had captured you. But somewhere along the way, you had captured him too.

-

Days blurred into nights. The ache of fear dulled, replaced by something far more dangerous. You hated the way your body responded to him, how your breath caught whenever he touched you — as if you had forgotten that he was your captor.

The Salesman was careful, always. Every movement deliberate. The way he smoothed his tie, lit his cigarettes, even the way he brushed your hair from your face — it was as if he thrived on control. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, that control cracked.

Like now.

You were curled up on the worn couch, the dim light casting shadows across the room. He sat on the edge, his suit jacket draped over a chair, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. The sight of him like this — undone — was a reminder that he wasn’t invincible. That he wasn’t just the enigmatic man in the suit who played twisted games with desperate people.

“You’ve been quiet today,” he said, his voice low, but not unkind. “Thinking of running again?”

You didn’t answer.

Because the truth was, you didn’t know.

He watched you, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. “You’re free to try. You always are.”

That was the game now. He had stopped locking the door. No chains. No threats. Just the constant, unspoken promise that no matter how far you ran, he would find you. And maybe worse — that you wouldn’t run at all.

“Why did you take me?” you asked finally.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Because I wanted to.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He smiled — that infuriating smile — and reached for his cigarette. “No,” he agreed, “but it’s the truth.”

Silence stretched between you. You hated how easily he could unnerve you. How he seemed to revel in it. But what scared you more was how you had begun to crave it.

“Do you regret it?” His voice was softer now. “Not escaping when you had the chance?”

You should have said yes.

“I don’t know.”

His hand brushed against yours. The warmth of his skin sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. You could still feel the ghost of his lips from that night — the moment when everything shifted. He hadn’t forced it. No, the worst part was that you had kissed him back.

And now, there was no pretending.

His eyes darkened as he studied you, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. “You want to hate me,” he murmured. “But you don’t.”

“I do.”

He laughed softly. “Liar.”

You pulled away, but his fingers curled beneath your chin, guiding you to face him. His touch was gentle, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness that simmered beneath.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. “And I’m yours. No matter how much you fight it.”

You hated him. You hated the way his words sank into your bones. But most of all, you hated that a part of you wanted to believe them.

Because the truth was, you weren’t sure if you could ever leave.

And maybe — just maybe — you didn’t want to.

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 || 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙), 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙢 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙.

You remember the first time you saw him — the bustling subway station humming with fluorescent light. People brushed past, their lives rushing forward, while you stood frozen, caught between despair and the endless hum of the world. That was when he approached you.

“Would you like to play a game?”

His voice was smooth, like silk wound tight around a blade. The suitcase he carried snapped open with a satisfying click, revealing neat stacks of cash. It gleamed, a promise too bright to ignore. And those tiles — red and blue. You chose blue. It didn’t matter that you lost most of the rounds. The sting of his hand against your cheek became a rhythm, a dance. The slap was a consequence, but the reward was intoxicating.

And his laughter — God, his laughter. He never laughed at you. No, it was with you. As if the pain, the humiliation, were all part of a joke you had agreed to play along with.

You tell yourself that’s when it started.

Weeks passed. You hadn’t seen him since that day, but you felt him. In every shadowed figure on the street. In the crinkle of a briefcase snapping shut. You told yourself you were grateful for the money, for the chance to climb out of the pit you had been sinking into. But gratitude didn’t explain the ache — the gnawing need to see him again.

And then you did.

A café this time. He was leaning against the counter, his sharp suit a deliberate contrast to the quaint surroundings. The corners of his lips lifted when he saw you.

“Another game?”

You should have run. Every ounce of reason screamed at you to leave. But your feet stayed planted. His eyes sparkled, the slightest tilt of his head sending your heart into a tailspin.

“Just a conversation,” you replied.

And so it went. Each meeting a stolen moment, a twisted indulgence. He spoke of choice, of power. Every sentence felt like a challenge, every smile like a carefully placed lure. You wanted to believe you were clever enough to keep up, that you weren’t just another pawn in whatever twisted game he was playing.

But the truth was simpler. You wanted to please him.

The others wouldn’t understand. They’d call it manipulation, insist you were a victim. You’ve read about Stockholm syndrome — how captives grow attached to their captors. But he never tied you down. Never locked you away. No, you walked willingly into every encounter. And with each step, you gave him another piece of yourself.

He never asked for it. That’s what made it worse.

“You’re free to go,” he told you once, his voice low, almost tender. “There are no rules keeping you here.”

But you stayed.

It wasn’t the money. You knew that now. It wasn’t even the thrill of the games. It was the way he saw you — really saw you. Every flaw, every desperation you tried to hide. And instead of flinching, he smiled.

“You make your own choices,” he said.

But you couldn’t help but wonder — was this choice ever truly yours?