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july 2025 with hyunjin

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And that's why they're the supreme 13 year idols

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Star light, star bright

Pairing: Hyunjin X gn reader

Summary: As a Versace ambassador, when you fall in love with another ambassador, you think it's fate, but the idol industry begs to differ.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Devastated about this request. I wrote it, but cried a little too much in the process. Idols are so cool, but you know what's cooler? Letting them fall in love. Also, I just discovered dividers, so from now on, fics might look a little different. Anyway, enjoy the fic!! <3

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. 

The taste of iron filled your mouth. Your teeth bit into the side of your cheek so hard, trying to mask the internal torment that exploded. Life cannot be rainbows and fairytales forever. You knew that deep down, but with Hyunjin by your side, you started to believe in a forever and your own happy ending. 

What little kid doesn’t want a happy ending? Everyone grows up hearing stories of princesses and princes. The beast fell in love with Belle. Ariel became a human after having the courage to give up her voice. Cinderella worked her ass off and Prince Charming knocked upon her front door. 

Hyunjin tasted like the first sunlight of a spring day. After the frost melts and the abandoned blue skies fill with radiant rays of yellow and dazzling oranges. Warm and sweet, unapologetically yours. In every action, his heart stitched and embedded itself against yours. 

A romantic relationship with Hyunjin entailed him waking you up by gently poking your cheek. Over and over again, he poked and laughed when your face crinkled and you swatted his hand away. When your eyebrows furrowed and a specific indent appeared, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against it. 

“Good morning, my love.” 

It had been everything you ever hoped for. Of course, you hadn’t yet gone public with your relationship. You both worked a lot and were still testing the waters. You didn’t want to announce it until the both of you were absolutely sure. 

When he came home exhausted, you opened your arms on the couch, he dropped into them, letting his full weight press against your body. Burying his head into the warmth of your chest, your hand reached up and gently massaged his scalp. If it wasn’t that, you twirled his hair around your fingers, admiring the thickness and how fast it grew. 

Your life consists of posing and smiling. Full of grace and poise for the cameras, never letting any hardship get in your way. You made small talk with your makeup artists and did everything you could to keep the stressful shoots upbeat. 

Photography isn’t perfect; not yet, not right away. You grew used to the long hours and the endless sessions full of changing outfits. New hair styles, more jewelry, wiping off makeup, and changing it. A team off to the side on stand-by, waiting to change everything when the time comes. 

You spent more time traveling than most people, but you didn’t hate it. In the pockets of free time, you ventured out to find new things. Photographing memories and picking out a small item from souvenir shops that reminded you of Hyunjin. 

The pair of you met at a Versace shoot. Two different shoots scheduled at the same time. A new seasonal launch was coming and when one of the two photographers called out sick, there wasn’t time to bring in another. You and Hyunjin took turns in front of the camera. 

The first time you met him, you stood back in awe. The way he stood, he reminded you of a serpent. Sleek and strong, prepared to strike and suck the life force from someone. Not that Hyunjin would murder anyone, but the way he meandered around people. Bowing and softly speaking, you swore there was so much more than met the eye. 

He arrived earlier than you, taking the spot in front of the frenzied photographer. You were rushed into makeup and hair after putting on your outfit. When he went back for another outfit, you were rushed in front of the camera and posed in a certain way. Your head went quiet and you slipped into the zone you always found yourself in when you modeled. 

You tuned out most of the voices. The bright flashes of the camera didn’t bother you. They stopped giving you a headache quite a while ago. You tipped your head to the left and that’s when your eyes caught his. Tucked into a silk maroon flannel with the first three buttons undone, your breath caught in your chest. 

He sipped an iced americano, his eyes studying your every move. When your eyes locked, you couldn’t breathe. Dark and alluring, a vortex pulled you in like a black hole. He hesitated, but then held up a hand in a weak wave. Half of your face quipped up in a smile. You didn’t mean to. Your hand started to move and then– 

“Yes! Yes! Perfect! That’s the shot! Beautiful, darling, stay right there!” 

The camera clicked. Donatella appeared at that moment, brightening up when she saw you. “You look dazzling as per usual. I see you’ve met Hyunjin. Wonderful! Everyone, let’s take a break for lunch!”

You and Hyunjin sat side-by-side. The voices from the rest of the crew faded. Noticing his timid demeanor, you started the conversation first. Comparing your busy schedules, being Versace ambassadors, the world seemed to be at both of your fingertips. When Donatella joined, you both found yourselves laughing and enjoying her company. 

It was the shot where you looked at Hyunjin that became a billboard ad on Times Square. It landed along the eyes of thousands of people. Nobody ever knew the truth behind it, that was a secret between you and Hyunjin. The rest of the world didn’t need to know it was love at first sight. 

That brought you to today. When Hyunjin said the staff members wanted to meet you, you agreed. You’d already met each group member and you didn’t have an issue with meeting his management team. Sure, you were a little unsure and nervous, but you believed it was all in good faith. 

Hyunjin’s heart shattered. They said they just wanted to meet you. That’s all he thought it was. Sure, it might have sounded a bit strange, but Hyunjin believed it was coming from the right place. So many members of the JYP staff felt like family. It’d been so long since he’d been working with everyone, he thought he’d know if ulterior motives were involved.

So when his manager informed him that this couldn’t continue, something inside of you faded. Everything had been going so well, but that light dissolved within seconds. You didn’t think you heard him right. “Excuse me?” The words probably came out ruder than you intended them to. 

“I’m sorry, but you have to understand he’s an idol. If this gets out, it might not just hurt Hyunjin’s image, it’d hurt the entire band’s image. It’s not right for the rest of the guys to experience the fall out. Please try to understand where this is coming from. This industry is…” 

Toxic. 

Annoying. 

Frustrating. 

Soul-crushing. 

Abusive. 

Selfish. 

“Complicated,” he continued. “I have to look out for the best interest of the group and for you, Hyunjin.” 

Hyunjin had been so blindsided, he didn’t speak. He stared down at the table, playing the conversation over and over in his head, trying to figure out a way to take it all back. Yes, he was an idol, but you became his world. 

You were the one that made him feel whole. It wasn’t the fans, it wasn’t the industry, it was you. He always felt like maybe the fans were too delusional. When they praised his charm and his talents, he found himself doubting them. When it came to you, it was all so different. 

“Ah, there’s that charming boyfriend of mine.” Your eyes lit up with stars. Every time you walked through the house, when he picked you up from the airport, when you greeted each other after endless days of phone calls and video chats. You hugged him so tight, he couldn’t breathe. He’d never complain, it was a little reminder that you loved him. 

Sketching in the evening with the company of you and the dwindling sunlight, he laid on his stomach. Beneath an open window and the lace curtains tugged back. You silently admired his stretched out body. His head laid on his hand and in his other hand, a pencil lazy sketched an outline for a new drawing. 

“Can you teach me how to do that sometime?” 

“Huh?” He looked up, confused by your question. “This? It’s just a sketch, babe. It’s not really that charming.” 

“You’re right, it’s more than charming, it’s perfect. Sketching or not, you still have so much talent. You shouldn’t doubt yourself so much.” You climbed over his waist and straddled his back. 

As he drew, you lightly pressed your fingers into the firm muscles along his back. His eyes shut and his shoulders dropped. You moved your thumbs in small circular motions to dissolve the tenderness embedded into each muscle. It was a small way you could make up for being away all the time. No matter how much time passed, you still deeply cared for him. Even if you were both flying to different countries for different things, you cherished these small moments of physical affection. 

You gave him a silver locket a few days ago. You both picked out plush stuffed animals at a store you visited. “Did you know they’re lovers, too?” You asked as you walked down the neon streets of Seoul, your arm curled around his. 

“How do you know that?” 

“They told me.” 

He laughed, knowing you were making it up. “What else did they tell you?” 

“They’re very happy and they want to give you a gift.” 

“Oh, really?” He raised an eyebrow, going along with it, pretending to be intrigued. “What kind of gift?” 

You shrugged, tucking your plushie to your chest. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. You’ll get it when they think you’re ready.” 

It was only the next day. He came home to find a small leather black box in the center of the bed. Behind it, you rearranged your plushies, so his wrapped their arms around yours. He smiled at the sight and popped open the box. 

A silver locket glistened in the setting sun. Swaddled in rays of burnt orange, he held his breath and opened the small heart, wondering what you put in there. On one side, the plushies sat in the same pose as they were seated on the bed. Wrapped around each other with their glassy eyes and faces staring at the camera.

On the other side, a photo that one of the guys snapped of the two of you. Hyunjin stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you against his chest. Your hands sat on his forearms and your eyes crinkled. You laughed at some joke he said in the spur of the moment. Lips parted, mid-conversation, his own eyes sparkled. 

Someone caught the quiet love that unfurled between the two of you. Handcrafted and tender, valiant in its softness, a delicate moment that you could recreate at any time you pleased. Those were your favorite kind of moments. Your heart fell into a steady beat beside his.

As he stared at the locket, a lump formed in his throat. He shut it and brushed his finger along the smooth surface of the heart shape. It was simple enough, he could wear it around his neck, hiding it beneath his shirt if needed. A faint ping of admiration radioed beneath his skin. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” he whispered. 

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” You slipped behind him, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the inner shell of his ear. “You make living this hectic life feel possible. I wanted to give you something that’d remind you I’m still around, even if we’re in two different places.” 

His fingers curled around the locket. He blinked quickly, trying to hide the wetness in his eyes. “Can you help me put it on?” 

“Yeah, of course.” 

That was then and this was now. The warm glow of the sunlight was no longer here. The harshness of fluorescent lights shone overhead, causing a headache to form in the back of his head. Someone put on a coffee machine before the meeting started. 

Usually, Hyunjin would enjoy a cup, but he couldn’t. Hadn’t the idol industry sucked him dry of everything? It brought him to his knees at the darkest moments. He weeped, soaking his pillow with tears, silently begging for someone to realign things and take away the hurt. Stitch up the gaps, to soothe the scrapes his soul endured, and then there you were; a shining star in the darkness. 

“Hyunjin?” His manager started speaking again. 

You glanced over, trying to catch a glimpse of his reaction. His face went blank and he didn’t blink. An empty gaze found the back wall, but no words came out. He didn’t know what to say.

The manager’s eyes found yours. Full of pity and regret, but at the end of the day, this was about him keeping his job, too. It took you a few seconds to pull your teeth from the torn skin along the inside of your mouth. You swallowed before you spoke. 

“I understand,” you finally uttered. You didn’t meet his eyes and you didn’t look in Hyunjin’s direction. “If that’s what you want as his company, I-” Your voice cracked. You blinked rapidly, trying not to let the tears fall in front of the few strangers around you. 

“I have to respect that,” you continued. “I care about Hyunjin a lot and I don’t want to do anything to harm his career.” 

“So you understand what I’m asking you to do, right?” 

You weakly nodded. Hyunjin couldn’t breathe. It was taking away everything once again. They’d never have enough. He’d never be enough for the idol world. No amount of talent and good looks would be enough. If you wanted to be the perfect idol, it’d require becoming a shell of a man, the shell of a human. 

He shoved his body away from the chair, stood up, and stormed off. The meeting room’s door flung open and slammed shut behind him, causing the walls to rattle. Your eyes squeezed shut and a tear slipped down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away and sniffled, trying to keep it together. 

“Is there anything else?” You whispered. 

“That was all we wanted to discuss.” 

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. It sank into your stomach acid and dissolved. You pushed yourself up, not willing to meet their eyes. Pity filled everyone, but they’d spend years in this industry. To win in the idol industry, to stay afloat, it meant giving up the normalcy of a regular life. 

“I’m sorry,” the manager’s voice followed you out the door. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

You exited the room, the sound of your own fractured heart rattling inside of you with each step. 

~ ~ ~ 

“I can’t believe we’re out here,” you looked around the area in awe. “All this for us?” 

Two oak trees leaned over, shading the small wooden cabin beneath it. Along the edge of the woods, your footsteps thudded along the dusty path. Barely brushed by the last lingering strands of sunlight, you struggled to make out the grin on Hyunjin’s face.

“What? Am I not allowed to pick out a good date location for my lover?” 

“I just thought it’d be somewhere more modest, I guess. Out here in the woods, you’re not planning to murder me, are you?” 

He laughed and shook his head. “No. I’m not a fan of the sight of blood. The last time I gave myself a paper cut, I nearly threw up at the sight. I thought this would be a good place to stargaze. Away from the city, there’s less light pollution, so we can see everything better.” 

He led the way to your cabin for the night. A single room, a queen size bed, an attached bathroom, and a fire pit out back. That night, it’d been the night you swore you fell head over heels again. 

Hyunjin kickstarted the fire. As he did, your attention went up to the dark sky. “Woah!” You jerked up from a chair and pointed to the sky. “Look at that star!” 

Bright and twinkling high overhead, Hyunjin paused and followed your gaze. “Ah, that one. I’m pretty sure that’s part of the Summer Triangle. If you look down, yeah, there it is! There are three different stars and they form a triangle.” 

He stood up, heading over to where you were. They reflected in your eyes, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from the brightest star. It glittered and suspended above your head, immersing you in the presence of its being, briefly pulling you away from the world around you. 

“I believe it originated as a Chinese folklore story and then it expanded to Japan and Korea. As people started traveling, the story took on its own spin for a variety of Asian countries. The stars are two different beings, one is a mortal man and the other, she’s a celestial weaver in Heaven.”

You looked over, eager to know more. “What does the mortal man do?” 

“He herded cows. They fell in love at some point. Each culture has their own version, but it always seems to end the same. They were turned into stars and banished from seeing each other.” 

You frowned, not happy with the outcome. “What? Why? That’s it?” 

“They abandoned their duties. They only get one chance to see each other per year. It’s the seventh day of the seventh month. If it rains that day, it’s said they can’t reunite and the rain is their tears from missing one another. It’s the start of Korea’s monsoon season. The Milky Way lies between them, forcing them to stay apart.” 

You looked back up again and frowned. “Now I feel bad for them. That’s an awful story. Why couldn’t they be in love for the rest of time?” 

“Because Heaven and Earth are two very different places. Different places, different responsibilities, and love can make people foolish. It throws off the universe if a celestial being and mortal fall in love. The two of them were banished to their positions by her father. After seeing his daughter’s tears and devastation, they were granted the chance to meet once a year.” 

“I guess it’s a good thing we’re two mortals and not a mortal and a celestial being. However–” You spun to face him. A hand reached out and slipped against his chest. “If you were a celestial being,” you leaned closer, “you’d be a damn good one.” 

His blush stayed invisible in the darkness, but you knew it was there. You laughed about it, grabbed his hand, and tugged him back to the fire pit. “Okay, enough about sad love stories. I wanna go back to ours. Do you think we’ll be in love forever?” 

“I refuse to believe in anything else.” 

“Good answer, good answer. I was just going to say, if you thought otherwise, I might have to throw you into the fire, or something.” 

“As if you could throw me,” he joked. 

“Don’t test me because uh–” Your eyebrows pinched together. “What is the term? Don’t wake a sleeping bear?” 

“Are you thinking of ‘don’t poke the bear?’” 

“I don’t know what I’m thinking of. I’m thinking that–” Your words were cut off by the gurgling of your own stomach. Loud enough for Hyunjin to hear it, he chuckled. “Yeah, that.” You reached up, grabbing the back of your neck. “I’m hungry and could use a good roasted marshmallow.” 

“Fortunately, I brought a bag.” 

“Hooray!” You cheered. You dropped into a chair, plopping away from the fire. As Hyunjin started to ignite it, you worked on tearing open the bag of marshmallows. 

~ ~ ~ 

You jerked upright in your bed with a loud gasp. Your arms reached out to find Hyunjin, but your bed lay abandoned. Twisted blankets, a sideways pillow, and an empty air that sent your heart falling to the bottom of your stomach. You hadn’t talked to Hyunjin in almost a week. Not after the company meeting turned upside down.

Peeking through your open curtains, the Summer Triangle stared at you. The brightest star and a dimmer one, another that you could barely see. The stars you once looked at with admiration, they openly mocked you now. Anger strung through your veins and dissolved into sadness. You glared at them and shifted, jerking your body away from the sight. 

Hyunjin wasn’t here and once again, you’d been deceived by your own dream and the harshness of reality. 

~ ~ ~ 

Hyunjin tried to call you, but you didn’t pick up. Every text, you left it on read. He knew you and he knew how passionate you were about him focusing on his career. It was a silent vow you took before you dated him, whatever happened, he’d always have his career over you. It was safer that way, better for him, even if he didn’t realize it. 

You deleted the voicemails before hearing them. A shaky finger always hovered over the block button, but you could never find the courage to press it. You couldn’t shut him out forever, even if you wanted to. Your brain and heart waged a war that you couldn’t win. 

Days turned into weeks. Hyunjin’s heart shattered, but he refused to give up on you. He didn’t know where you were staying, so he couldn’t send you anything. He wanted to send text-after-text, but he hesitated, too afraid to push you too much and end up blocked. Your numbers were the only thing that linked each other. 

That and Versace. It was the one thing neither of you planned to give up. You’d been taken in by the Versace family and treated like royalty. Being pampered in everything you did, every shoot turned into a blessing. Not only did your names grow notability, but Versace sales grew. 

As a thank you, you were shipped a fancy cardstock envelope. Your name sat in cursive swivels and inside, an invitation as a thank you for being an ambassador for the company. Without you, the company wouldn’t be doing as well as it did. An address and a date, a joyous invitation for a dinner. 

You stared at it, thinking of Hyunjin. Would he be there? If he would be there, you couldn’t go. He’d show up and track you down. Hyunjin focused on his heart and his heart begged for you. He’d hunt you down, coddle you in his grasp, and you couldn’t have that. Not if you wanted to have him focus on his career. 

As you placed the envelope on your side table, deja vu filled you. Your stomach fluttered as your brain flickered through the memories. The last time you had an invite like this, he had one, too. The two of you opened them together and attended together. 

You spun around, trying to ignore it, but the folklore of bright stars weaved a web around your brain. It was silly to believe a celestial being and a mortal could date. He was Hwang Hyunjin and you were you. You’d never be anything more than your name, a brief love story in Hyunjin’s life that went wrong; right person, wrong time. 

The sooner you accepted that, the sooner you’d find peace. 

~ ~ ~ 

You were so positive that Hyunjin wouldn’t have enough time to fly to the destination, so you accepted Donatella’s invite. Clad in a Versace outfit, golden accessories, and makeup, you appeared in the foyer with wide eyes. 

No matter how long you’d been an ambassador, you didn’t think you’d get used to this. The oversized hand-crafted oil paintings on the walls. Spiraling staircases that circled and led to the floor above. Marble pillars acting as support beams, wide arched doorways, and the click of strangers’ heels on marble flooring. 

As beautiful as the Italian villa was, you were missing something. You missed the weight of Hyunjin’s hand in yours. The warmth of his body against your arm. The realization that no matter how scary whatever laid in front of you was, he’d always be here to help out, and place a reassuring hand along the small of your back. 

He left a gaping hole in your heart and it was your own fault. You could have responded to those calls and texts, you just chose not to. You pretended like he didn’t exist, despite him haunting your dreams every night. You left your stuff at his place, your plushie at his house, he was nothing, but memories now.

You missed him so much, when you caught the scent of a pine-scented cologne, you looked up from instinct. To your surprise, there he stood, a few feet away. Clad in a white button down, tucked into black dress pants, your locket hung around his neck. Stuck in his spot, he didn’t move when he saw you. Not yet, not at first sight. 

Everything rushed back, the way life felt beside you. The happiness and joy, the rush of love, and the thrill of it all. You blinked, trying to force his silhouette away, but he lingered. When he called your name, you stepped back. You built up the walls, but in those few seconds, he tore them down.

You spun around, unsure of where to go or who to turn to. You looked around the villa desperately, but other than an open lobby, there was nowhere to go. Your eyes lingered on a distant hallway and you hurried off. Hyunjin called after you, his own dress shoes faintly squeaking along the marble floor. 

Tears soaked your eyes, distorting your perception of the world around you. “You weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to be on tour, Hyunjin.” 

Coming to a split in the hall, you looked left and then right. Before you could move, a hand found your shoulder, shoving you around the corner and against the wall. “Why are you running away from me?” His voice strained. The makeup couldn’t take away the purple bags beneath his eyes. 

“I can’t do this,” you uttered. “Don’t do this, Hyunjin. Not here and not now.” 

“Then when? You ignore my texts and calls. Every time I try to reach out, you avoid me. I don’t know where you live. I don’t know anything about you anymore.” 

“This is for your own good, your career is–” 

“You don’t get to make decisions about my career for me! I don’t care what my company thinks! They can’t control what I do outside of work. I’ve already lost you for a month, isn’t that punishment enough?” 

His bottom lip quivered and a hand reached up. The warmth of his thumb brushed a tear away. “Why are you running away from my love? Why are you punishing me? I thought you said you loved me.” 

“I-I’m not trying to,” you whispered. “I just want you to be safe, Hyunjin. If I unintentionally ruin your career, if I ruin everything you’ve worked so hard to build, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. It’s not a risk that I can take. I can’t be the one who destroys y–” You were cut off with lips against yours. 

Salted tears, the longing of regret, and the passion of true love. You hesitated before closing your eyes, letting your back settle against a marble pillar. Your heart quickened in your chest, it’d been ages since you felt the feeling. He shifted closer, pressing your bodies against one another. 

When he pulled away, he didn’t pull all the way back. His forehead lingered against yours and his eyes met your half-shut daze. “Don’t leave me. Don’t shut me out. Come home where you belong. Our plushies have been sad without you.” 

You frowned, missing the way life felt when you shared it with him. Whispered midnight secrets, evening kisses, and a language only the two of you could speak. “I’m terrified,” you admitted.

“Then let’s face it together.” He pulled away, holding an open hand out to you. “Like lovers do, like we always did.”  

Your fingers twitched, desperate to reach out and intertwine your fingers with his. You stared for a few seconds, but the desire for the familiar weight of his hand in yours, you handed it over. He grasped your fingers in his and tugged your hand up. He let his lips linger against the back of your hand with a delicate kiss. 

Your heart fluttered, just like old times. You wanted to keep your hand in his, never daring to let go. “Hyunjin?” You mumbled. 

“Yes, my love?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He shook his head, refusing to accept your apology. “I’m the one that should be sorry. The day I walked out of that meeting, I should have put my foot down, but I was so angry and upset, I took off. I didn’t think about how it’d make you feel, letting you alone to deal with everything, it was childish.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but you were stopped by a squeal. Donatella’s heels clicked over rapidly. A fresh manicure and a simple black dress. “There you two are! We’ve been waiting for you. Come on, I can’t wait to tell you what we’ve planning for the next season.” She waved you to follow her. 

You looked at Hyunjin and he looked at you. You kept your hand in Hyunjin’s and started to follow her. “So what’s next?” 

“Versace in a new light. The focus is on romantic relationships. New tones, new styles, something fresh for all the romantics out there.” She talked with her hands, waving them around, trying to express everything she wanted to. 

You looked over at Hyunjin and he returned the look with a wink. You continued following her, noticing the sound of Stray Kids music getting louder. A smile grew along your face and Hyunjin squeezed your hand. 

Despite being terrified, you had a feeling that the announcement of your romantic relationship would be much sooner than his company expected it. You feared it, but Hyunjin reveled in it, he was taking back his identity without mercy. He wasn’t an idol because he was shaped and formed into that life, he was an idol because he was him. 

He was the star that burned the brightest and no one could script a constellation that pried that power away from his hands.

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Lost In Translation (Pt. 2) - Lee Know

summary: your growing friendship brings happiness, but he's scared and pulls back

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: used google translate for the korean phases (please pardon any mistakes)

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Lost In Translation (Pt. 1) - Lee Know

summary: you speak different languages, but somehow always understand each other perfectly

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SEUNGMIN @ 2022 The Fact Music Awards (221008)

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My Roman Empire is when Chan turns from Christopher into Gnab, making these lip shapes

He's so cute tho😩

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Skz Fake Texts: Bang Chan uninvites you from tour part 3

Read part one and part two

Note: I wanted this to be the final part but I'm getting a migraine and I'm also invested in the *drama* I'M SORRY🥹I'll finish this weekend!

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⋆˚✿˖° First Love ⋆˚✿˖°

genre: fluff, humor, cursing, reader is extremely whipped and down bad for chan. chan is kinda clueless ngl

summary: what happens when you tweet yourself ranting about how you fumbled your ex situationship and it goes viral and he sees it?

paring ✩°｡ ⋆: ex situationship! bang chan x reader

texting smau!

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Freezing Point - Lee Know

summary: camping trip full of chaos, laughter and your cold boyfriend who refuses to admit that he's freezing

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff, humor

word count: 1335 words

a/n: based on this request, a little sth for my gucci prince (like about time fr, very well deserved!)

Masterlist

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Minho was the one who planned this whole camping trip.

He had texted in the group chat two weeks ago with a dramatic “we’re going off the grid” message followed by five overly aggressive nature emojis and a photo of a lake. The next thing you knew, everyone was being dragged into the woods for a two-night “bonding experience.”

You went along with it, mostly because you couldn’t say no to that spark in his eyes when he was excited. Minho didn’t get excited often, not like that. So when he talked about s’mores and hiking and “real fire, not the lame electric fireplace,” you were already packing your bag.

The first day had been long. From the drive out into the woods to the chaotic team effort of setting up tents, gathering firewood, and figuring out how the portable stove even worked—by the time the sun began to dip below the trees, painting the sky in soft amber, everyone was bone-tired. 

The air was crisp, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke was starting to settle around the campsite. You had your hands tucked into the front pocket of your hoodie, cozy, content, and layered like a normal person.

Lee Minho, however, was doing that thing again.

The I'm-not-cold-stop-looking-at-me thing.

You watched him shuffle around the edge of the firepit, arms stiff at his sides, shoulders slightly hunched, lips pressed together tightly — which for anyone else might be subtle, but for Minho? It screamed “I am definitely freezing but will die before I admit it.”

You walked over, holding out your jacket. “Here. Put this on.”

He blinked at it like it was a personal insult. “No. I’m fine.”

“Minho,” you said flatly.

“I don’t get cold easily.”

“You’re shivering.”

“I’m vibing.”

You stepped closer, holding it up more insistently. “Take it or I’m zipping you into it myself.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.” You stared him down. “Do you really want to test how stubbornly annoying I’m willing to get in front of everyone?”

He hesitated. A gust of wind blew past, and he visibly flinched.

You pounced.

Before he could react, you were behind him, slipping the jacket over his arms and tugging it around him like a very loving trap. He struggled for half a second, but then you tugged the zipper up with dramatic flair and stepped back, triumphant.

“There,” you said. “You’re welcome.”

He stared down at himself, sulking, now fully engulfed in your slightly oversized puffer jacket.

“This is humiliating,” he muttered.

“You look cute,” you countered.

“I look like a swallowed couch.”

“An adorable couch.”

He grumbled under his breath but didn’t take it off.

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A few hours later after dinner, the fire was glowing warmly and everyone was huddled around it. You guys were deep into marshmallow roasting and random chaos. Hyunjin had nearly caught his jacket on fire twice, Jisung was trying to toast a gummy worm, and Felix was quietly humming a soft melody that barely reached over the crackle of flames. 

Changbin had tried to kick off a ghost story session, but the attempt flopped when Hyunjin kept screaming at his own shadow. So, naturally, the conversation shifted back to lighthearted jokes and laughter.

You were tucked against Minho’s side on a long log bench, nursing your tea, when Seungmin suddenly pointed across the fire.

“Wait,” Seungmin leaned forward, squinting. “Is that your jacket, Y/N?”

You blinked. “Yeah.”

Jisung choked on his marshmallow. “Hold up. Lee Know hyung is wearing his girlfriend’s clothes?!”

Minho didn’t even look fazed. Just took a long sip from his mug and said, “God forbid my girlfriend loves me and doesn’t want me to freeze to death.”

The guys lost it.

Chan clutched his chest like it physically hurt. “Oh my god, that was dramatic as hell.”

“He gets cranky when he’s cold,” you chuckled. 

“You used to be scary,” Changbin said, shaking his head. “Now you’re just soft.”

“I can be both,” Minho deadpanned.

Jeongin snorted. “Hyung, you’re literally wearing your girlfriend’s coat. You’re not intimidating anymore.”

“He never was,” Felix giggled.

“Can you all shut up,” Minho muttered, but it wasn’t with any real bite. He was too busy slowly leaning into your side.

The others laughed it off and eventually, the teasing died down. Someone brought up the hike planned for tomorrow, and the conversation shifted to trail snacks and who was most likely to get lost in the woods — everyone agreed it was Jisung, even Jisung.

Minho leaned a little closer to you, resting his cheek on your shoulder. “They’re just jealous,” he murmured. “No one’s making them their human heater.”

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “That’s because you look ridiculously cute in my clothes.”

He smirked, a little smug. “You think I look cute all the time.”

“…Also true.”

His hand found your other hand under the blanket, fingers brushing lightly against your palm, and his forehead rested against yours for a second before he tilted in, brushing his mouth gently against yours.

“I love you,” he said before gently kissing you.

“I love you too, my frostbite boy,” you murmured against his mouth, smiling through the kiss.

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Much later, when the fire had burned low and most of the guys had disappeared into their tents , you stayed behind, curled up on the two-seater camping sofa beside the firewood, wrapped in your blanket and watching the stars blink overhead.

Minho returned from wherever he’d gone — most likely throwing a pinecone at Seungmin — and without a word, plopped down beside you and pulled the blanket from your lap over both of you.

“Didn’t think you’d come back out,” you said softly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, “You weren’t there and I was cold. Which is your fault.”

You turned to look at him. His cheeks were still pink from the cold, his lips soft and parted, eyes blinking sleepily.

“My fault?”

He shifted closer until his head rested against your shoulder. “Also, your jacket smells really good.”

You giggled. “You’ve mentioned.”

“I like it. Makes me feel like you’re hugging me, even when you’re not.”

You felt your heart clench, warm and fluttery. You rested your head against his, fingers brushing his thigh under the blanket.

“You know,” you murmured, “next time you drag everyone out into the cold, maybe wear a jacket before you almost freeze to death.”

“I’ll just borrow yours again,” he mumbled.

“Or, crazy idea, you pack better.”

He let out a soft whine and nuzzled in closer. “Mm. Nope. Already decided I’m stealing all your warmth. Forever.”

You snorted. “You’re a menace.”

He just smirked, but didn't move. If anything, he melted deeper into your side.

There was a beat of quiet. The stars stretched above, the fire crackled low, and the only sounds were the wind and Minho’s ridiculously loud breathing against your neck like he was trying to turn you into a space heater.

“You know…” he said slowly, voice dropping into that dangerously casual tone that never meant anything good for your sanity, “I have some… other ideas to keep me warm.”

You turned to look at him, suspicious. 

He grinned. “Very good burning calories ideas.”

You blushed so hard it felt like your cheeks were catching fire. “Lee Minho!”

“I’m just saying,” he said, brushing his nose against your jaw, “it's a fun and effective idea.”

You smacked his arm again, which only made him laugh harder. “I’m kidding. I mean, mostly.”

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned, hiding your face against his neck.

He burst into laughter — loud and unbothered and entirely too pleased with himself. “What!” he said between cackles. “It’s true!”

You tried to hold back your smile, but it tugged at your lips anyway. When he curled into your side again — wrapped up in your jacket, your blanket, and your arms — the scent of smoke and pine surrounding you, you felt completely, undeniably at home.

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I’ll gladly ride your thighs till I’m shaking

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barefaced jilix

Daily Jilix

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WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? — SEUNGMIN.

pairing: seungmin x reader(afab) genre: office au!seungmin, enemies to lovers, a bit of comedy, slow burn, smut, NSFW warnings: swearing; SMUT SPOILERS: biting, marks, oral (f. receiving), slapping (f. receiving), use of “whore”, edging, semi-public sex a/n: reupload. old blog got suspended!

it wouldn’t have been a normal day in the office if you and your co-worker kim seungmin hadn’t been caught in a fight. honestly, everyone would be more surprised, if two of you survived a day without yelling at each other. and there wasn’t even any particular reason why you two were fighting - it just happened. did you accidentally bump into him and he dropped all his papers? for the next twenty minutes, you are gonna yell at each other instead of simply apologizing and forgetting about it. did he ask you a question? you will never respond to it properly without mocking him.

“can you bring me the report?”

“come get it yourself.”

“can you hold a door for me, please?”

“do it yourself.”

it just kept going. at first, your boss tried to do something about it but then realized that it was just useless. you two won’t change your behavior, no matter what punishment he imposes.

today was no different. you were running late because your cat kept walking on the table during breakfast and spilled coffee on your shirt and you then had to change. so now you were faster than a bullet, trying to make it in time. your boss was lenient to those who were late. except for those “general team meeting“ days, like today, when it was necessary to be on time and not even a second late unless you wanted to burn alive under the gaze of your boss. you literally ran into an office building, scanned your card, and headed straight to the elevator, hoping that it wasn’t stuck somewhere on the top floor. there were still three minutes left. if you managed to get into the elevator right now, then there was every chance to make it.

someone was standing near the elevator, ready to step inside, because the doors had just opened.

“hey, can you wait, please? i am very late! just wait a second!” you were shouting, waiving actively, trying to get that person’s attention.

but he didn’t seem to care. he just walked in, pressed the button, and stood there with the most smug expression on his face.

fuck.

it was kim seungmin.

you are gonna be late.

“you dick! we both have to be at this meeting! why can’t you act normally for at least one day!” you shouted again, stopping right in front of the closing doors, exchanging glances with seungmin.

doors closed.

“fucking piece of wanking piece of fucking shit, you fuck! ugh! shit!“

a few people turned around at you, but you didn’t care. this guy was driving you nuts. you were fuming and the workday hadn’t even started yet.

minutes, which felt like hours, have passed and you were finally running to the meeting room. the wave of anxiety crushed you again, as you thought of the look that your boss would give you. but you had no other choice other than to come in. the more you wait, the worse it will be.

“sir, i am so sorry for the late arrival!” you bowed the lowest you could. “it won’t happen again! i am really sorry for the inconvenience!”

“take your seat.” the boss replied after a long pause.

oh, he was not having it today.

you rushed to the empty seat, feeling that you could sink into the ground right now. the meeting was happening in one of those rooms with a big round table and long blinds on glass walls. the faces of your colleagues were as pale as ever. that meant only one thing - today everyone will get punished for some kind of oversight.

someone was burning a hole in you. and it was not your boss. the feeling was very annoying, so you turned around to find the source of it. of course, it was no other than kim seungmin. he was smirking at you. probably, very happy with the way he put you in trouble again.

“fuck you.” you mouthed and turned away. there were better things to focus on right now. for example, to try not to lose your job.

squeezed lemon - that's how you felt after that two-hour brain-blowing. the usual meeting turned into everyone being reprimanded in full. so now you just wanted some coffee. no, you craved coffee.

you sighed, when you saw the coffee machine being occupied already by your lovely friend kim seungmin. luckily, he didn’t notice your appearance and was probably lost in his thoughts. that could have been the perfect timing to scare him. but you didn’t. instead, something more intriguing caught your attention.

the open collar of his shirt revealed a view of thin collarbones and pale white skin. it looked so magical and angelic that suddenly you felt the urge to ruin it with a red bruise, bite into it with your teeth, sucking harshly.

“what are you looking at?” the usual dissatisfied tone of his voice brought you back to consciousness.

“what?!” you snapped.

“i am saying - why are you checking me out? got a crush on me or sum?” seungmin grinned, buttoning the collar in the meantime.

fuck.

he had noticed you staring at his neck.

“did you melt your brain completely after the meeting or what?” you scoffed, passing him by, and going to another counter to take a mug.

the beep of the coffee machine signalized readiness. you heard seungmin’s footsteps getting quieter and breathed out. finally, you will not have to stay in one room with him any longer.

as soon as you relaxed, you felt someone’s hand wrapping around your hip, as the other went past you to pick something from the counter in front of you.

“sorry, forgot to take a spoon.” he was breathing into your neck, making you freeze in place. he was that close to you, you swear you could hear him swallow.

the feel of him was scalding. his big chest pressed against your back for a brief second, until you panicked and leaned forward a bit to try to escape how firm he felt against you, how his heat radiated from him and shot through you, straight to the dull thrum between your legs. leaning over the counter now, had you pushing back against his hips. you had to mentally beat yourself into thinking he's not hard and that's his phone in the pocket when you heard his breath hitch.

it was a low, trembling mutter of your name that had the back of your neck get goosebumps. the thrum between your legs made you painfully aware of how good he would look on top of you.

you didn’t realize you almost dropped your mug until you saw him catch it from your hands mid-air and put it on the counter. his palm then found home on your other hip and squeezed it, making your breath quicken.

“be careful next time. or you will have to pay for the broken mug as well.” he whispered in your ear.

and then he was gone, leaving you with a spinning head and a blush on your cheeks.

what the fuck just happened?

it has been a few days since the kitchen incident. you two were ignoring each other completely. well, at least you were. you didn’t want to address it, but trying to avoid the awkwardness of the situation wasn’t as easy as you thought. every time you saw seungmin in the corridor or walking to the elevator or in your direction in general - you rushed away, trying to hide from his sight. even some of your colleagues had noticed how unusual your behavior was. of course, no one yelled in the middle of a workday anymore. instead, you two have become magnets trying to push each other away.

you were scared to even exchange a look with him. confused by feelings, trying to find an explanation for what happened, you were terrified of what he would do or say if you two were left alone in a room again.

and that shouldn’t happen under any circumstances.

you were making your usual after-lunch coffee when you saw a tall figure enter the kitchen.

oh no.

the sudden heatwave rushed to your face as you headed for the door, dismissing whatever you were doing before. you won’t stay in a room with seungmin alone.

don’t look at him, just keep moving forward.

you kept your eyes locked in front of you, staring directly at the door, but it was difficult to ignore the feeling of dark-brown eyes burning into you.

don’t look that way, keep looking ahead.

you made it outside and into the corridor, running a hand over your heated face with your lips pressed tightly together. a wave of embarrassment washed over you.

you just ran away from the seungmin like a child.

running away has never been your way of solving problems. it was seungmin’s weird behavior that made you act like this. you were just doing this because he made you uncomfortable, right?

turning your head slightly, you peered back at the kitchen door you’d left ajar. the gasp trapped itself in your throat as you locked eyes with seungmin himself. he was standing a few meters away from you with a mug in his hand, seemingly searching for you.

“you forgot your coffee, idiot.” you imagined him saying the last word like he normally would’ve. but instead, he handled you a mug and went back to the kitchen.

no, you were an idiot.

it didn’t go away. the thrum between your legs was a constant reminder of how touch-starved you were. every night your mind went back to the feeling of his hand on your hip, squeezing it slightly, him whispering in your ear, while your hips touch his. the scenarios you were creating in your head were so naughty, it made you even more uncomfortable being around him in person.

this is when it finally hit you. you were not avoiding him because you were scared of what happened. you were avoiding him, because you were scared of his possible rejection of you.

but then why would he flirt with you? just to hurt you more? just to play with you and then make fun of you like he always does?

“why do you always cause me trouble?! i need this report now!” your boss was fuming.

of course, he was. you were daydreaming, thinking about seungmin between your legs, and forgot to make an important report on time. even now seungmin was affecting your work, without even doing anything purposely.

“i don’t want to make it into a high school detention, but you need to figure your shit together. so better do this today after work, or tomorrow before, i don’t care. i need the documents ready tomorrow. and you back to normal condition tomorrow as well.” boss pointed his finger at you.

you bowed and exuded yourself from the room. a sigh escaped your lips. apparently, being in the same workspace with kim seungmin affected you anyway. weeks of trying to avoid any contact led to this - problems in your own work. without any further thinking, you decided to stay after work hours.

so there you were - hidden under the piles of paperwork, trying not to go completely insane. your desk was a mess - loose papers, folders, notebooks, to-do lists on sticky notes, and a little note with a sketchy portrait of seungmin, that you drew some time ago because his desk could be seen from your place. maybe you did actually have a crush on him after all. a note with a deadline right next to it made you focus again and stop thinking about this stupid kim seungmin.

“what are you doing here?”

at first, you thought you were seeing things. what is he doing here? everyone left about an hour ago. but no, it was real and breathing kim seungmin looking at you smugly.

“do you only ask stupid questions?” you responded in a usual manner, rolling your eyes. it came naturally, even if you didn’t want to be rude to him right now.

“do you only know how to snap back or maybe you need some help?” he answered your question with a question.

as you were about to actually snap back at him, you paused, confused by his words. “what?”

“what?”

“did you just offer your help?” it was definitely a dream.

“you heard me.” without any further discussion, he turned the chair next to you around and sat down, looking at you in anticipation.

this was not happening.

“well… boss said i need to finish this by tomorrow.” you pointed to the mess at the table.

seungmin just nodded in response, rolling up his shirt sleeves and unbuttoning his collar, getting ready to work. this simple gesture made you wet already. the way he did that, with such elegance and calmness, completely out of his character. it also made his veiny arms and neck open to your sight. you clenched your legs, trying to calm down. it was definitely not the time to get all horny over him.

it felt weird. empty office and both of you being completely mute, with just a keyboard clicks breaking the silence. maybe seungmin thought he made you uncomfortable and was trying to bury the hatchet, pretend like everything is normal, like he didn't invade your most intimate thoughts late at night. you could see that seungmin wanted to do something, say something, but he was unsure of how you'd react.

it was talking all your force not to look at him. especially, when the collar was unbuttoned, revealing the cream canvas of skin hidden underneath. you cleared your throat and vaguely realized that he’d been talking to you this entire time. your eyes flicked up to his as you opened your mouth to ask him to repeat whatever he just said. but as your eyes met his you froze again.

“now who’s brain is melted completely?” he mocked your phrase, giving you an incredulous look, pen perched above the paperwork he was signing off.

“what were you saying?” you ignored his usual rudeness.

“do you need to sort this too or not?” he pointed to the papers in another pile.

“well, obviously, everything that’s here needs to be sorted out, then calculated and written down in an excel file.” you scoffed at him out of habit, immediately realizing what you just did, but it was too late.

“why am i even helping you…” he sighed, rather disappointed than angry, and stood up.

the way his eyes were staring at you with intensity made you feel that you may have gone a bit further than your normal bickering.

“listen, i didn’t mean to-“ you were cut off by his raised voice.

“of course, you don’t mean to! like you always do! it’s just a usual thing - to yell at me at every given moment, right?!”

this was it for you. did he want to argue?

oh well, no need to ask you twice.

“do i yell at you at every given moment?!” you mocked his phrase. “do i try to ruin every day at work for no fucking reason?! am i the asshole and everyone in the office agrees with that title?!”

“so you think i am an asshole…” he pursed his lips, nodding.

“oh don’t try to play the victim now!” you were furious. who does this guy think he is?! “remember last week’s meeting? i was late, because you didn’t wait for me in the elevator! why would you do that other than to piss me off?! you are an asshole!”

“because you look hot when you are mad...” he blurted.

you froze, completely forgetting what you wanted to say. “what?”

“you are right,” he continued. “i try to piss you off because you look hot when you are mad.”

“y-you, you-“ the words were stuck in your throat.

this was not happening right now.

“you are crazy, you know that?!” you pointed a finger at him.

he rolled his eyes. “so are you gonna kiss me or what?”

the mischievous smirk that appeared on his lips set your nerves on fire. feeling like a deer caught in the headlights you froze again, your face burned with embarrassment.

“i know you were fantasizing about me. the way you keep looking at my body like a starved animal, you are so obvious with your needs. i bet you’ve been wet ever since i came here thirty minutes ago.”

“shut up.” you blurted out rapidly, as he started approaching in your direction.

but he didn’t stop at your words - quite the opposite. his pace made you take a few steps back and end up being pinched against the wall, stupidly so. to confirm your helpless position, seungmin placed one hand on your right, blocking your access to the escape route.

like you were planning to escape.

“so?”

he was so close to you. your faces were a couple of millimeters apart, so you could feel his breath on your lips. it was just like in your fantasies.

you involuntarily gasped when you felt seungmin’s soft lips press against your cheek. soon enough, he whispered in your ear. “that blush on your cheeks is really cute, should I deepen it?”

bringing his mouth closer to you, he pressed his wet tongue against the tender skin under your ear and you quietly whimpered. he wasn’t planning on kissing you yet, no. he was teasing you, like he always did, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. a shiver went down your spine when the tip of his nose trailed back up to your ear. you let your hands tangle in his hair, while he sucked a trail of bruises down your neck.

no other person's mouth would’ve felt as good on you as his did. it was like you two were made specifically for each other. you knew it as soon as you felt his hand wrap around your hip that day in the kitchen.

his hand slid up your thigh, edging dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. you felt your cheeks flush, you knew that your face had to be red hot by now. you yearned for more contact, it’s been too long since you’ve been touched.

finally pulling away from your neck, he leaned closer to your face again, brushing his lips against yours in a silent question. in response, you closed the gap between the two of you. his lips worked eagerly against yours as his hands massaged little circles on your inner thighs.

the kiss happened to be a lot softer than you expected. maybe your yelling earlier caused your accumulated anger to go away, so now you didn’t feel the usual self while being about seungmin.

when you felt his strong hands smooth over your shirt and around to your back you slightly whimpered and instantly melted as seungmin placed his hands on your waist.

seungmin chuckled into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. then he was pawing at your shirt again, this time trying to get it off. for him to do that, you had to stop kissing him, but when he tried to pull away from you, you stubbornly followed, chasing his lips with your own.

“wait,” he said, mumbling incoherently against you. “need to get this off.”

you relented when he bit your lip a little harder, and took your shirt off yourself just to be petty. your brattiness wasn’t going anywhere. seungmin narrowed his eyes at you.

“wasn’t done kissing you.” was all you said.

he gave you a wry smile as he moved closer to place a sweet kiss on the edge of your jaw, instantly reminding how stupidly horny you were.

despite the annoyance in his look, seungmin kisses you again deeply, getting you to moan so that he could slip his tongue into your mouth.

his open collarbones caught your sight again. god, you’ve wanted to do this for so long. breaking the kiss, you leaned closer to his neck and placed a kiss on a creamy skin. it was his turn now to groan. you smiled. besides you being touch-starved for such a long time, it didn’t feel weird being intimate with seungmin. to add, it didn’t feel weird hearing his moans and whimpers, while you were sucking on his skin. his grip on your waist tightened, as a loud moan slipped out of his parted lips.

“mhm, please, bite it again-“

“bite again?” you grinned. “i knew you love pain.”

“shut up and do as i asked.” he responded, smacking your ass lightly.

you giggled quietly, following his order and placing another bite on his collarbone. there were already traces of your work on it - creamy skin turned into a burgundy-red. he groaned in a wicked tone at the feeling of your teeth against his skin.

“i need you to fuck me.” you whispered against his lips, trailing down his jaw and neck. you wanted to leave as many marks as you could.

“mhm?”

“i-need-you-to-fuck-me.” you repeated word by word.

oh, he heard you the first time. all he wanted was to hear the words from your mouth again, he needed to know he wasn’t dreaming.

the look in his eyes that he gave you was different than his usual. he wanted you just as bad, as you did. all he wanted to do right now was flip you over and fuck you. he had pictured this for so long and was happy that it was finally happening. surprisingly, you didn’t hate the idea of him fucking you too, like you didn’t hate each other for the past three years.

seungmin’s fingers trailed up your thighs pushing them apart wider. you lifted your skirt higher for him, as he pulled down your panties.

“fuck-” he groaned seeing your pussy glisten with arousal. he couldn’t resist any longer, he needed that pussy on his tongue.

you didn’t expect him to just get down on his knees in front of you with his pretty face next to your wet cunt. even yesterday this image could be possible only in your dreams. he got closer, pressing his lips to your inner thigh, making your breath hitch at the feeling.

oh, you desperately wanted him.

he gave you one more kiss before he began licking your clit. you gasped at the feeling. your hands flew to his hair the instant you felt his tongue on you, pushing his face further into your pussy. seungmin moaned against you, which made you moan in turn. grabbing his shoulders for stability, you threw your head back. another moan slipped from your lips.

“you taste so good.” he moaned into you, sending through vibrations, helping you closer and closer to your peak.

for a split second, your mind went back to the thought that you were still in the office and there must be security cameras around. but you decided to focus on the feeling of seungmin working you closer and closer to the edge with his tongue instead.

“ah-h, fuck, i am so close-“ you whimpered, gripping his hair tighter.

but as you were about to hit your high, he pulled away from you, grinning.

“no, no i’m so close. please, why’d you stop.” you pleaded, trying to trap him in place with your thighs around his head. “please, seung, i’m right there.” you tried again.

“make me cum and i will make you cum as well.” he cut off, as he stood up in front of you.

ugh.

you obeyed when he turned you around to face the wall. just like you imagined it time and time again. you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants falling to the ground.

you whimpered, as his palm smacked your ass again.

“i knew you’d like that.” he chuckled, whispering in your neck. “such a whore for me.”

“shut up-“ was all you could say right now. gosh, you were so desperate for him that you let him fuck you in the office.

he smirked, resting his hand on your waist with a firm grip to keep you in place. you moaned feeling him trail his already leaking tip through your wet folds.

you bit your lip, feeling that delicious stretch you‘ve been craving for so long. just like him, his dick was long, and you felt every vein, as he filled you perfectly. this definitely wasn’t a dream, no - it was heaven. 

his grip on your waist tightened, as he began to fuck you against the wall.

“f-fuck… you are so wet for me-“ incoherent mumbling was leaving his lips.

you were hardly able to reply to him, muffled whimpers escaping your lips as he continued to hit every spot inside of you; the sweet tip of his cock bruising you inside.

“ah, faster, please-” you cried out as soon as seungmin’s thumb started circling your clit. he moved at a slow, almost painful pace, compared to his dick; thumb rotating across your bud.

oh gosh, your mind was foggy now. how were you supposed to function with his dick stuffed in your cunt like that?

seungmin pulled you even closer - as if that wasn’t already possible - making you ride through his orgasm. he came hard, hands gripping your hips so tight you thought you’d bruise. you were honestly not far behind him, cumming right after.

it was nothing, but a heavy panting from the two of you. after he finally pulled out of you, you turned around and took a good look at his face. it was flushed pink, a dewy sweat on his forehead and chest. he was still panting, a few strands of his hair plastered to the forehead.

you gently removed those strands from his face, receiving his soft smile in return.

“i think it’s time to get back to work now.” he chuckled.

oh shit. you already forgot why you were here in the first place.

“don’t worry, we still have some time till the building closes.” seungmin noticed your furrowed eyebrows and gently rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, placing a quick kiss afterward.

“right…” you responded, thinking of how you’d get back to work after feeling his dick ruin you from the inside out.

“can someone explain to me why i received an email from our security this morning with a video of you two fucking in our office?!” your boss was fuming.

of course, he was. you just had sex with your coworker in front of security cameras at your workplace. even now seungmin was affecting your work, without even doing anything purpose.

if seungmin wasn’t standing right next to you, you probably would’ve cried your eyes out already. but since he was here, holding your hand, you two couldn’t help, but grin in response, trying not to laugh.

“get out now!” the boss shouted at your backs. “and better stay out of my sight until tomorrow!”

as the door closed behind you, you couldn’t help, but giggle like teenagers.

it wouldn’t have been a normal day in the office if you and your co-worker kim seungmin hadn’t been caught fucking at the workplace…

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