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♱ Pairings: boyfriend!yungi x fem!zombie!reader, detective!seonghwa, detective!san

♱ Genre: horror/angst

♱ Summary: On your way back home from a party you and your boyfriends get into a terrible accident. While they walk away nearly unscathed, you don't walk away at all. The next day while mourning their loss your reanimated corpse finds its way back home and sparks their journey down a very bloody road that pushes the limits of what exactly they're willing to do for love.

♱ Word Count: 5k-ish

♱ Warnings: you're dead, babes, sorry. Undead technically. Mentions of a car accident, some grieving, light descriptions of your undead body, technically necrophilia, blood play, blood drinking, a lil smidge of cannibalism if you squint, masochism, Yungi are like really obsessively dedicated to you, kissing, and a two second handjob to top off this totally normal list of warnings. eventual smut (part two).

♱ A/N: I started this fic, like, a year ago I believe and posted an incomplete version of it but I really do love this fic so I decided to come back and actually finish it. Hopefully this finds all the girls who like spooky stuff the way that I do. If you've read this before, I hope you like what I've added and if you've never read it before, I hope you enjoy it now. I'll be posting the second/final part of it next week so please let me know if you like it.

The rain hasn’t stopped since. It began the moment you died. Sheets of it pouring down from the weeping and endless night sky. Down to the minute, down to the very second that doctors pronounced you dead. And even now, as the morning sun pries itself through a thick fog of gray clouds, it cascades around the quiet little house you called home. One that's been filled with sorrow because you’re lost. The two men inside seated opposite each other at the kitchen table, picking over a thrown together breakfast, have lost you.

And the rain…it hasn’t stopped since. 

But Mingi doesn’t mind. Everyone who needs to know has been informed and his phone has been on silent since. The rain’s an armor of sorts. Knowing no one can make the drive out to bother them in this weather has bought him the time he needs to accept a reality that doesn’t feel quite real yet. 

“You should eat something” Yunho insists, fork tapping at the edge of his ceramic plate, his own food untouched. He knows it’s nothing special, nothing close to the delicious meals they woke to everyday from you, but he poured everything he had into it.

Mingi raises an eyebrow, swirling the fork an inch or so above his plate before shoving the gleaming silver into the space between the cast on his left arm and his inflamed skin. Every human has two bones in their forearm. The ulna and the radius. Mingi walked away from the car accident having fractured both of them. Yunho, the driver, had gotten lucky with only a few cuts and bruises. A flesh wound to the abdomen. And you, well…

“Can you stop that?” Yunho asks, the sound of the metal back of Mingi’s fork scraping against plaster grating his ears. It isn’t his fault, though his heart aches in a thousand places thinking that it is. Mingi doesn’t blame him. He couldn’t have predicted the oncoming truck would swerve the way it did. No, he blames the world but, isolated between these eerily quiet walls, Yunho is all there is to it.

Mingi scratches faster, deriving some relief from the sting that comes along with it. “I’m sorry, is this bothering you?” 

Yunho breathes in and back out. In and back out again. Deep, full breaths meant to calm his boiling rage at that incessant screeching. Mingi doesn’t mean to do this. He’s just hurting. They both are. “Just ignore it” Yunho tells himself “Ignore him. Ignore the burning in the pit of your stomach. Ignore the tears.”

“Stop it before you hurt yourself!” Yunho shouts, snatching the fork from Mingi’s hand.

Blinking, his eyes dart over to his empty chair and back to a shocked Mingi. Yunho isn’t sure how he got over here. He doesn’t even remember getting up. A tear runs down his cheek, the exhaust from an overheated engine, and he swiftly wipes it away.

Mingi hangs his head, ashamed of his immaturity pushing Yunho a little too far. “I’m sorry” he says, sniffing back tears of his own, “But it hurts so much. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair. I just want her back”.

Yunho tosses the fork onto the table, taking Mingi into his arms just as he breaks down into tears, “I know, I want her back too. I’d give anything to see her smile or hear her call my name again.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A rattling at the front door lighter than a toddler’s, light enough that it’s nearly lost to the rain. “Yunie! Mingi!” a voice calls sweetly, broken and the faintest bit horse but distinctly yours. The blood in their veins runs ice cold, the color draining from their faces. The men look to each other, desperate for confirmation that they haven’t lost their minds. 

“Did you—” Mingi starts, rising from his chair, careful not to make a sound. 

Yunho nods, moving towards the front door, with Mingi close behind. They tiptoe down the hall, floorboards creaking here and there as they pass framed photos of the three of you together. “Open. Please. Cold. So cold” your voice croaks once more, Yunho’s fingers inches from grasping the doorknob.

Mingi slips off to the side, peeking through one of the curtains, and his heart nearly stops from what he sees. “Open the door! It’s her!” he shouts, pushing Yunho aside to unlock the door. 

Yunho slams it shut, unable to wrap his mind around what’s happening, “What do you mean it’s her? It can’t be her!”

“It’s her! I swear! Open the door!” Mingi begs, gripping the doorknob tightly enough that his hand’s begun to redden, “Yunho, please.” 

There has to be an explanation for this. Some shared hallucination fueled by their grief. They’re only hearing things, they must be, but Mingi seems to need this and Yunho can’t bring himself to deny him of it. “Okay” he sighs, backing away from the door, “Do it.”

Mingi wastes no time tearing it open, rain pouring in as you limp across the threshold. The two towering men shrink at the sight of you, terror freezing one where he stands and making the other retreat into a corner.  

Barefoot and soaking wet, you wear the tattered, blood stained dress you were rushed to the hospital in. In death your skin has paled, broken blood vessels giving your lips a light blue hue. Behind you is a trail of muddy footprints, marking your journey up the front stairs to this place you call home.

It’s a blur. Your death and your return. It’s all a series of broken memories, fragmented pieces of film that make you dizzy each time you attempt to piece them together. You can only recall a party filled with dancing and laughter. Headlights brighter than the sun. Screaming. A dark place. A coldness eating at your bones. Then, like magic, you were here, dragging yourself up to the front door with blistered feet and an unnerving stillness in your chest.

Turning to meet the faces of the men you love, faces that haven’t once failed to light up in your presence, you’re puzzled by their fear. Noticing Mingi’s injured arm, you run your fingers down his cast. 

“Mingi hurt?” you grunt softly. 

His eyes blur with tears and he blinks them away, quickly conjuring up a lie to soothe your worries. “Only a little. I was working on something out back and, well, you know how clumsy I can be, but it’s nothing” he says, smiling through the tears.

You return the comforting gesture with a smile of your own, placing a frozen palm against the warm wetness of his cheek. “Liar. Mingi hurt. And…sad?” 

“No, baby, not sad. I’m just happy to see you. We’re happy to see you, aren’t we?” Mingi looks to Yunho, confident that he feels the same way, but finds instead that he’s alone in his joy. 

Backed so far into a corner that he might as well be a part of the wood paneling, this is nothing short of a nightmare for him. This is unnatural. Far beyond anything that should be possible. You, the real you, is lying on a slab in a morgue somewhere. Whatever’s standing before him is something he can’t bring himself to trust. 

“Yunie hurt too?” you ask, turning your attention to the bruising around his jaw. You hobble over to him, nearly touching his hand before he snatches it away. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

His rejection is so alien to you that you don’t even process it as such, reaching out for him again. “Yun—”

Your fingers skim his, making his skin crawl. “Don’t touch me!” he yells, slinking clear of your grasp. “I don’t know what you are but you’re not her. She is dead. You are dead.”

“Me? Dead?” The word sends more memories racing through your head. The taste of wine. Your favorite. Mingi’s arms around your waist. A high pitched ringing in your ear. The beeping of machines. The visions drown you in an overwhelming sense of sadness that makes you want to crumble into pieces. 

“No! Don’t listen to him!” Mingi says, filling the space between you and Yunho,“You’re not dead, baby. You’re here with us and it’s a gift.” Ignoring the nagging pain of his injury, Mingi lifts you up into his arms, cradling you like a baby as he carries you up the stairs. 

“Now how about we get you cleaned up?”

“Take bath? Bubbles?”

Mingi laughs, smitten with you even in your undead form, “If that’s what you want, of course.” 

Yunho slides down to the floor, growing catatonic as he zones out to the sounds that come from above. The running of bathwater, his best friend’s laughter, and the broken words of some kind of monster. This has to be a nightmare. All he needs to do is wait it out until he wakes up. 

“Wake up” he whispers like Dorothy clicking her heels together three times to escape the land of Oz, “Wake up. Wake up…”

Two showers, one long bath, and a few hours cuddled under the blankets with Mingi. That’s all it takes for you to begin to look more like yourself. You’re far from what you used to be, signs of your time as a lifeless corpse still showing through, but you’re coming back to yourself and, however long that takes, Mingi’s more than willing to wait it out.

While you’ve refused to eat, despite the grumbling of your empty stomach, he’s managed to keep you happy with movies and games which now litter the bed and the area around it. Much to Mingi’s dismay, beating him at everything is something you picked up on quickly. You’ve only been back to life for a few hours and already you’re kicking his ass again.

“Play again?” you ask, excitedly spreading your winning Uno hand out on the blanket. 

Mingi yawns, the sleep he lost last night beginning to catch up with him, but he shuffles the deck for a new game anyway. He knows he can’t keep this up much longer. His lids are growing heavy and his focus is waning but he can’t, for any reason, allow himself to drift off to sleep. While Yunho may be somewhere in this house terrified by the possibility that this isn’t just a dream, Mingi’s been haunted by the very real possibility that it might be. What if he closes his eyes and you’re gone again? That’d mean losing you twice and his heart can’t survive breaking for you a second time.

As Mingi deals the cards, you glance around your bedroom with fresh excitement. Every new color or scent brings your dulled senses back to you if only briefly. And every item has a memory attached to it. Some vague, some incredibly vivid, but all serve as a suitable feast for a brain hungry to recover what once was. Just as your focus hones in on a pair of fluffy puppy shaped slippers by the door, you catch a tall figure looming in the doorway. 

Halfway obscured by the wall, Yunho watches you the way a scientist would its test subject. Simply observing, waiting for you to do something that proves you’re an imposter. But you only smile at him the way you always have, making him feel strangely welcomed to enter the room.

Coming up here was far from his intention. The rain had let up almost immediately after your arrival and he’d picked up the car keys a half dozen times to leave. Once he got as far as the end of the driveway before he turned back, making it further up the steps each time until finally gaining the courage to face you.

And it is you. Despite the words he spat in fear and anger, he felt your energy all around him when he first heard your voice and that feeling’s grown in intensity every minute since. 

“Are you playing or are you just gonna watch like a pervert?” Mingi teases. 

Yunho steps from behind the wall, arms folded across his chest, “If I recall correctly you’re the one who likes to watch” he shoots back, cautiously entering the bedroom. 

“Ha” you snort, sorting through your hand, “Like with sex and stuff.” 

“Oh, I see you’ve been helping her get her language skills back. Starting with the important words first, huh?”

“Playing or watching? You pick. Quickly” you insist, patting Yunho on the arm, his prior reaction momentarily slipping your mind.

He winces a little, jogging your memory, and you go to pull away but he stops you, taking your hand into his. It’s like holding hands with a block of ice, making sense of the baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants you’re curled up in. What you said on the other side of the door had been true. Cold. So cold. 

Yunho’s thumb traces the blue collapsed veins down the back of your hand, brushing past your knuckles to an empty space on your ring finger. There used to be two gorgeous silver rings there, part of a set of six that he and Mingi had made for all of you. 

“Mingi says we’ll get back, won’t be a problem. Right, Mingi?” Your question’s met with the sound of snoring, a few seconds without stimulation being just what Mingi needed to drift off to sleep. You crawl up the bed to lay down beside him, poking at his cheek. “Mingiiii” you sing, softly flicking at his plush bottom lip. 

Yunho slips in on the other side of you, pulling your fingers away from Mingi’s face. “Maybe we don’t do that” he laughs, “We should let him rest. I think he’s tired.”

“Mingi’s tired and what about you?” you ask, rolling over to face him. The color of your eyes are marbled between the paleness of death and their natural shade. It’s bizarre but beautiful in a way that mesmerizes him. 

“Tell me, have you eat and sleep?” You pet his hair, watching it twirl around your fingertips in bouncy brown wisps. Being touched by you, it’s something he thought he’d never feel again, and the joy of it makes him want to cry almost as much as the fear did. 

“It’s ‘eaten and slept’ but no, I haven’t. I couldn’t” he says, “I’d ask you but…”

Your stomach grumbles, announcing its hunger. You hadn’t eaten before the accident. The party you were headed home from had been overflowing with alcohol but food, at least any you were interested in, was in short supply. 

“I can cook for you. We haven’t been shopping but I’m sure I can whip up something.” 

You shake your head, having already gone through this with Mingi, “Nothing really tastes good but the smells help.”

“The smells? What smells?”

“Mmm” you hum, sniffing the side of Yunho’s neck, “You and him. Your smell makes me warm inside.”

Nuzzling your nose against his neck, you inhale the scent beneath his cologne. The natural oils of his body are more fragrant than anything that comes in a bottle. You rest a hand on his heart, feeling it pound as your lips meet his heated skin like ice against fire.

Yunho can’t help but feel guilty about the way his body responds to you. He can’t manage to fight the instinct to bring you closer, massaging the fullness of your curves through the thick cotton of your clothing. You part your lips, dragging your tongue along veins that rush with hot, fresh blood. As they pulse below the surface of his skin, yours begin to pulse as well, matching the rhythm. 

“I…I’m not sure we should be doing this” Yunho stutters, his hands betraying his words to move under your sweatshirt and reacquaint themselves with the rise of your hips and the hills of your breasts. His lust for you only makes the blood pump through his body faster, worsening your hunger. 

“But I need you to keep me warm inside. Please don’t let me be cold again” you beg, sinking your teeth into his neck. Blood drips from his wounds, coating your tongue, pooling in the bottom of your mouth. It’s the taste of life, draining his to restore yours, and you’re ravenous for it.

Yunho screams out in pain, sacrificing a few shreds of flesh to tear himself free of you. “You bit me! Why would you do that?” he cries, stumbling to his feet, his sleeve pressed to his neck to control the bleeding.

On your hands and knees, you move to the edge of the bed like a lioness prowling for her next meal. Your eyes swell with tears at the pain you’ve inflicted but your mouth salivates at the delectable taste of his blood. The ecstacy of it sliding down your throat makes you feel more alive than you did when you actually were. 

“I’m sorry, Yunho. I didn’t mean to hurt you, really. I think I’m just, mmm, hungrier than I thought” you pout, speaking with perfect clarity for the first time.

“Hungrier? Are you…you’re trying to eat me?”

“Eat you? Of course not. I would never. I only needed a nibble to make me better.” You raise your shirt, stroking your exposed skin as it grows plumper and warmer to the touch. “Come feel me. Touch me.” 

Your voice is like a spell, drawing Yunho back in. Your body sings out to him, whispering how badly it longs for him. He wants you, though he shouldn’t. The searing pain in his neck dulls at the realization. It gets him off seeing that you need him this desperately. Not only for pleasure but to survive. 

Approaching the bed again, Yunho lowers his blood stained sleeve from his neck and caresses your body. The red liquid coating his fingers sticks to you like candy, leaving a trail of red along your belly. You lean into him, sliding a hand up his thigh to palm the growing bulge in his jeans. He lets out a satisfied moan, lightly tugging at your hair so that your head’s tilted back, sparkling eyes gazing up at him. 

“What are you?” he whispers with whatever speck of sanity he has remaining.

His bloody fingers find your mouth and you lazily lick them clean, savoring the taste. All the while your own hand’s undoing his zipper to stroke his length, your thumb circling the moist tip of his cock.

“What am I?” you giggle, “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

Releasing his middle finger from the suction of your soft lips, you push his sweater up to kiss your way across his lower stomach. Every kiss has his cock twitching in your grasp as his fingers tangle deeper into your hair, keeping you in place.

And then you find it. The perfect spot. You aren’t sure how you know but you just do. You suckle at his skin, letting your teeth gently pierce the surface until your tongue’s reintroduced to the taste of his blood. Yunho grits his teeth through pain that only makes the adrenaline rush that follows all the more pleasurable. 

“I’m still yours, aren’t I, Yunie?” you ask, his flesh still filling the space between your teeth.

Yunho pulls your head back and leans down to kiss you, the feeling of your lips against his worth the faint metallic taste that comes along with it.

“Of course you are, baby” he whispers, “You’ll always be mine and I’ll never let anything hurt you again. I promise.”

You lay back on the bed, pulling him on top of you, and wrap your legs around his waist. Yunho tears at your clothes, kissing you ravenously as if he’s the one with the undead hunger that must be fed. He’s ready to rip them off of you and take you right here with no regard at all for the best friend sleeping an inch away from you. But a loud banging at the downstairs door snaps him out of it, stirring Mingi from his sleep in the process. 

Mingi jolts upright in bed, on the verge of a heart attack, “Huh? What? What’s happening?” He glances over just in time to catch Yunho climbing off of you to zip his pants back up, the blood from your second bite already showing through his clothes.

You reach back to rub Mingi's leg, your view of him inverted, “Mingi, be calm.”

“Be calm?” he shouts, jumping to inspect the blood on your face, “Answer me now. What happened?”

The banging on the front door gets louder and Yunho throws a “Ssh” at Mingi, sneaking to the window to get a peek at the unexpected visitors. 

“Don’t shush me! Why’s there blood and why were you…” 

Yunho turns around slowly, eyes wide and hands trembling, “Mingi, shut up.”

“No, not until one of you tells me what’s going on and who the hell is that?” 

The banging continues, shaking the door so hard the hinges creak. Yunho sits back down on the bed, his brain firing off in a hundred directions at once. He wishes the knocking at the door were another minion of the undead—some corpse you accidentally drug back with you from the trenches of the morgue—but what awaits him this time, what awaits all of you, is something far worse. 

“It’s the fucking cops.”

Detective Choi has heard of a lot of strange things happening when it comes to dead bodies but one thing’s for sure, they don’t just get up and walk away by themselves. And if one were to miraculously rise from the dead it’d no doubt be too busy hunting for brains to tamper with hospital security footage. 

“So you’re saying you do believe in zombies then?” Detective Park teases from the passenger’s seat of his partner’s car. Fishing a small box of chocolate milk from the pocket of his black trenchcoat, Detective Park kicks his feet up on the dashboard and pops a straw in to enjoy his daily sweet treat. 

Detective Choi grimaces at him from behind the wheel, his malice rooted in both that dig about zombies and his partner’s indulgence in room temperature dairy. “How do you drink that shit? Do you know how much sugar’s in that?” 

“I’m sorry, would you prefer I bring some joy to my day with a nice protein shake? Maybe get real crazy with some unseasoned chicken breast?”

It’s tempting for Detective Choi to punch him in the arm for that but they’re already investigating one car wreck. The last thing he needs to do is cause another one. “Ooh, that’s a cheap shot” he grumbles, drumming on the steering wheel, “I’ll remember that.” 

Ignoring that trademark grumpiness he’s come to love, Detective Park sips away at his drink as he watches the wide green fields of the countryside roll by. The rain has finally stopped—thank god—but a few leftover droplets remain on the window, reflecting in the low light like crystals. It’s a beautiful sight for what feels like such a dark, strange day. He’s seen a dozen car accidents before but none like this. A missing corpse and a missing suspect with zero prior connections to each other and not a crumb of evidence to help them locate either. Something’s just not adding up. He takes a deep breath to steel himself, knowing what he’s about to say might open up a can of worms. “So you really think these two know something?”

Detective Choi stops at a lonely intersection, checking the map on his phone before turning down a winding, tree lined road. Between the storm and the rough cell service this far out, he’s had to return to the archaic act of finding his own way and he hates it. “I know that these two know something. I can’t explain it but I feel it in the pit of my stomach.” 

A feeling in the pit of your stomach is far from enough proof to investigate someone but Detective Park can’t deny that he feels it too. There’s an answer out here begging to be found if only they knew the right questions to ask. “For once I’m on your side with this. Just try not to let them notice our suspicions. Ya know, control your face when we get in there” he warns. 

Detective Choi frowns, displaying his inability to do just that, “Control my face, what does that mean?”

“Control my face, what does that mean?” Detective Park mocks, mimicking his partner’s sour expression, “Hey, wait, I’m not done with that!”

It’s too late. The window’s already down and Detective Choi has sent his last few sips of chocolate milk flying to the side of the road. “Oh, look! We’re here!” he laughs, turning up the dirt driveway leading to a lone house tucked behind the trees.

Detective Park mourns the loss of his snack only for a moment before his attention’s drawn to the tall maroon house. Its modern architecture stands in stark contrast to its rural surroundings, appearing more like a retreat than somewhere people would actually live. The car comes to a stop behind another that’s positioned awkwardly in the driveway. It’s as if someone backed up to leave but stopped short and ran back in for something. 

“I thought their car was totaled” Detective Choi comments, already hopping out to inspect the car before them. Detective Park is on his heels, working double time to stop him from doing anything that might compromise the case. “Don’t do that!” he whispers, swatting Detective Choi’s phone away. 

“Too slow. I got it” the other man gloats, flashing a picture of the back of the car, license plate included. 

“They aren’t suspects. We can’t go in treating them like they are. We’re about to tell them their girlfriend’s body’s missing, San. For the love of god.” 

Detective Choi shrugs, charting a path to the front door, “No can do. I’m an atheist, remember?” 

Bang, bang, bang! His strong fist meets the wood of the door as he surveys the porch, keeping an eye out for anything that might be out of the ordinary. Detective Park grabs him by the wrist, “You don’t have to knock like you’re the police.”

“We are the police, Seonghwa. Plus you said this was important right? They must be informed. It’s our duty.” Detective Choi raises his free hand, banging at the door a few more times before his partner’s grabbing his other wrist.

“Yes but we don’t want to scare them, we need to…” Detective Park steps back to peer at the upstairs window, sure that he caught a glimpse of someone peeking out at them. It could’ve been a trick of the light, maybe a bird whipping through the overcast sky, but he’s positive that the curtain moved. “Go ahead” he says, hands on his hips, “They’re in there.” 

Detective Choi’s excited, maybe a bit too excited, to be given free reign to do as he wishes with no resistance. He continues to bang at the door as Detective Park remains on the lookout for further movement in the windows but the curtains remain still. No movements. No shadows. And then the clicking of a lock. 

“Um, hi, can I help you with something?” Mingi asks, cracking the door only enough to get a good look at the well dressed men. The detectives fish out their wallets, flashing their identification. 

“I’m Detective Choi San and this is my partner Park Seonghwa. We understand you had an accident last night and we have a few updates on the case that we’d like to speak with you about.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence as the men size each other up, Mingi refusing to open the door another inch even when Detective Park comes forward to extend a hand. Mingi leans his head against the door, raising his cast, “Sorry, can’t, broke it. What is it that you needed to tell me? I was busy resting, you know, car accident and everything.” Detective Choi detects attitude and there’s plenty of it. Mingi doesn’t want them here. He knows what they’re about to tell him, two things he already knows and he doesn’t want to discuss either with anyone, let alone the cops. 

“We’re sorry for your loss” Detective Park says kindly, “I know this must be a difficult time for you but please, this conversation can’t wait. Could we come in?”

“Come in for what? Why…”

“Officers, I’m sorry about that” Yunho apologizes, pushing Mingi aside to open the door, “It has been a difficult time and we’re all handling it differently. Please, come in.” 

Mingi gives Yunho a look that says he doesn’t need him to apologize on his behalf. Yunho gives him a look that says he does if he wants to stay out of prison. Mingi waits by the door, forcing a smile as Yunho guides the officers into the kitchen. 

“Sure, let them in” Mingi mumbles, slamming the door shut, “Why not let them search the place while you’re at it? ‘Hey officers, wanna take a look in the shed’?” 

“What’s in the shed?” you whisper from atop the stairs. You’ve managed to crouch down in a corner where no one can see you, only half of your face visible as you peek out to eavesdrop on Mingi. 

Mingi whips around, placing a finger over his lips as a warning not to speak, but there’s something else there too. A refusal to answer the question and an unfamiliar darkness forbidding you from asking it again. “What’s in the shed, Mingi?” your eyes ask what your mouth can’t and you’re met with the same answer. 

“Ssh” he gestures, taking a leisurely stroll towards the kitchen where the three other men have already taken their seats. Mingi chooses to stand, leaning in the doorway as he observes the conversation. 

“Missing? What do you mean missing?” Yunho asks. His performance of a man in shock is nearly perfect if only to the detectives. To Mingi, who already knows the truth, it’s a bit much. 

“Who’s missing?” Mingi throws in for good measure, making sure their shock is a united front.

“Her body, they said her body is missing. How does a body go missing?”

“Look, we’re as confused as you. This is far from a normal occurrence. We have our people working right now to recover the surveillance footage” Detective Park reassures them.

Detective Choi leans forward, his suspicions reading in his expression despite his best efforts, “How’d you two get home from the hospital?”

Yunho crosses his arms, displeased with the inflection of the detective’s voice, “A friend picked us up.”

“And that car out there? Has it moved at all?”

“There’s three of us…were three of us. We need more than one car and no it hasn’t moved.”

“So you’ve been here since your friend dropped you off then? You haven’t left once?”

“I don’t like how you’re talking to us” Mingi snaps, “You’re acting like we did something wrong. Do you see us? We get into an accident, we lose someone we love, you tell us her body is missing and this is how you treat us?” 

Detective Park cuts his eyes at Detective Choi who settles back into his chair to cool off. “That isn’t our intention at all. My partner can be a tad aggressive but we do need to know these things. There’s something else too.” He waits for the room to calm down before he speaks again, “The driver who hit you…he’s missing too.” 

“Missing?” Yunho asks without missing a beat, “What do you mean he’s ‘missing’?”

Mingi erupts into a heavy, exhausted laughter. “Her body is gone, her killer is gone, and you’re here asking us about a fucking car? Grade A detective work. Really.”

“Look, he posted bail. There’s nothing we could do about it” Detective Choi sighs, his own frustration with the legal system washing over him. “According to his wife he never made it home. Still there’s no evidence that he has anything to do with the disappearance of her body. When would he have had time?”

Detective Choi’s gaze lingers on Yunho who averts his eyes, refusing to entertain his speculation. Instead, he directs his attention to Detective Park who seems to be the more sympathetic of the two. 

 “You think I stole my girlfriend’s dead body?”

Detective Park can’t quite say yes but he can’t quite say no. His gut’s never wrong, something’s not right here, but what that is he can’t imagine. “That’s not what we’re saying. This is just bizarre, you have to admit that.”

Yunho flicks on his charm, giving Detective Park that same innocent look he always threw at  you after an argument. “We understand that but we swear to you, we don’t know anything. All we want is her body back so that she can be laid to rest properly. I think she deserves that, don’t you?”

The detectives nod, the weight of the grief permeating these walls finally hitting them. Detective Park digs a card out of his jacket pocket, slipping it across the table to Yunho. “You just promise us if there’s anything you know or something you can remember, you’ll call us.”

Yunho picks it up, inspecting the exquisite ink stamped into overpriced paper, “We promise.”

It’s a lie and everyone in this room knows it. They know more than they’re leading on, much more than even you do, but they’d rather rip their teeth out one by one than say a word. Some secrets are better left buried and the moment the detectives leave it will be. 

The shed. 

You stand barefoot in the wet grass, watching it from a distance. You’re vigilant, staring it down as if it might grow legs and walk away if you blink for too long. Unlike you, there’s nothing otherworldly about it. It’s made of cedar. Big enough to fit a small work desk, the lawnmower, and whatever else the boys needed to fix things around the house.

You’ve watched Mingi drag a grill out of there once or twice on nice summer days when you had a barbecue craving and driving into the city was too much of a hassle. Still, a sense of foreboding overcomes you as you approach it. Mingi’s face flashes in your mind with each step. The silent pleading for you to let this go. For your own good or for his?

Clutching a small silver key in your hand, you reach out to touch the heavy padlock on the door. Your fingertips barely skim it when you hear a low, guttural hum from inside. It’s low enough that any human might miss it but you aren’t just any human. Not anymore.

The smell coming from inside turns your stomach. It’s blood. Different from Yunho’s or Mingi’s. There’s no sweetness to it. You aren’t tempted by the scent. It’s stale like a plate of food that’s been left out on the counter all night. It’s enough to make you want to turn around but you can’t. You have to know. 

Slipping the key into the lock, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself as you twist it open. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Mingi shouts, bursting through the back door. 

He advances on you with a speed you’ve never seen before, slamming his shoulder into the shed before you can get it open. The panic overtaking him seeps from his body and right into yours. Suddenly it feels like the world’s about to end and you’re responsible for it. 

“Leave her alone!” Yunho calls after him, “They’re gone.”

“How do you know that? They could come back! What then? Are you gonna explain it to them?”

“Explain what?” you ask, grabbing onto the door handle. “What’s in the shed, Mingi?”

It’s a battle of will. Mingi pressing his weight against the door. You gripping the handle like your life depends on it. You’ll be here all night if that’s what it takes for you to get in and he’ll be right here with you, intent on keeping you out. 

“There are some things you weren’t meant to see,” he says through gritted teeth. 

For his part, Yunho seems indifferent. The shock of seeing you rise from the grave did something to him. It pushed him into his worst nightmare, beyond that even. What else could there be to fear? “She’s already dead. What exactly are we protecting her from?”

As much as it pains Mingi to admit it, Yunho’s right. You’ve already experienced horror beyond anything either of them could imagine. There’s nothing to protect you from. But that really isn’t the problem. It isn’t you who needs protecting, it’s them. It’s the way you see them now and what you’ll think when you open that door. Mingi steps aside, shoulders slumped as he watches you click the padlock open. 

It falls to the ground, the wooden door gradually creaking open to reveal what’s inside. Gardening equipment. A rake, a couple of shovels, a lawn mower, boxes filled with old clothes marked for donation, and a filthy blanket that’s breathing. Blankets don’t breathe but whatever’s under it? That’s a different story entirely. 

You swallow hard, your body tensing as you reach out to tear the blanket away. You stumble back at the sight of it, landing hard in the grass as a set of piercing blue eyes stare back at you. They tell a quiet tale of agony, the blood and bruises that pepper the man’s skin, doing more than enough to tell you it’s true. 

“Don’t feel bad for him” Mingi rasps, any shred of regret absent from his voice, “He didn’t feel bad for what he did to you.”

Yunho kneels down at your side, a finger on your cheek to turn you towards him. “Tell me, sweetheart. Are you still hungry?” 

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Ooof this san

PROMPT DRABBLE

Prompt: ‘Your fingers feel so good.’

Pairing: San x female reader

WC: 766

Warnings: explicit sexual content, pretty intense fingering (f. rec), squirting, praise, g-spot orgasm, san is a doting softie and just wants nice things for you 🔞

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“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

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Wow

PROMPT DRABBLE

Prompt: ‘Did you just call me bro? When my dick is in your mouth?

Pairing: Kevin x female reader

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, the start of a besties with benefits situ, video gaming, a heated mario kart tournie, kevin secretly likes losing, oral sex (m. rec), it’s a little awkward but endearing 🔞

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“You’re so fuckin’ bad at this, like seriously.”

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The jongho one 🤣

Ateez and whether or not they'd share you

Hongjoong - He can be convinced to share you with Seonghwa, but he is NOT going to be easy. Say the wrong thing and you're breaking up.

Seonghwa - ...I honestly don't know. He's either so down to watch you get fucked or he'd rather die than share you with any of those grubby ateez gremlins . 50/50

Yunho - Not at all. He's not freaky like that, you're 100% his.

Yeosang - It's not going to be his idea, but if Wooyoung were to go too far in teasing him by openly seducing you, I think Yeosang might just let it happen.

San - I think if he didn't have Wooyoung it would have been a hard no, but post-Wooyoung he'd probably easily share with Wooyoung, Yunho, Yeosang, and Seonghwa in that order of preference, and Mingi if he's feeling generous. Not Jongho and Hongjoong tho because their dominance and likely ability to steal his girl is a deterrent. It's nothing personal. Just a feeling.

Mingi - Would share with Yunho. No one else.

Wooyoung - Would absolutely fuck you in front of or with any of his members to both humiliate you and prove himself as the more talented lover.

Jongho - Nope.

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Sweetness overload

A/N: This was this request (MY FIRST REQUEST EVER!!!) from a little while ago that I said I was going to write, but then didn't forget, but just didn't get to write at the time! But I finally did it because I didn't want to leave you hanging! This is just what my brain came up with, I hope you like it!

pairing: choi san x reader

c/w: angst, hurt/comfort

w/c: 1.8k

No matter what your friends and family told you, San was a good boyfriend.

He was.

You hadn't introduced him to them nor had you told them that he was an idol, so they didn't understand that when you said he was overseas on business it actually meant he was overseas on business. They just thought you were stupidly believing his deception as he was off cheating on you.

That wasn't the case and you knew it wasn't, but that didn't stop the regular fear of him cheating on you from bothering your mind.

You hadn't told him your insecurities as he had never ever given you a reason to believe as such, but... you just couldn't help thinking about it when he was always gone for so long, sometimes months at a time, be it for tours or comeback season... and so many events in between.

You wondered if he was even thinking about you.

"I'm always thinking about you," he sighed sadly the next time you were on call, making you smile warmly. He somehow always said the right things to mend your heart.

"You're back home, right?" you asked softly, arms hugging yourself as you leaned back in your desk chair, "Why don't you come see me?"

His face was covered with guilt and you while you knew it was over not having time to see you, you couldn't help but think that maybe he felt bad for other things that maybe you didn't know.

"I wish I could," he said, a pout on his handsome face, "but my schedule is packed for the next month."

"Don't you ever get time to rest?" you asked a little more forcefully. San could see that you were getting restless, and it really hurt his heart to know that it was him doing this to you.

"I do... sometimes... I just end up... resting."

You pressed your lips together. Right. Even if he had time off, you were still another thing he had to maintain. He had to rest, and you were the most low-maintenance part of his life.

San knew what you were thinking, and maybe it was a little true. He could afford to think about other things because of how patient you were with him. He couldn't deny that he took advantage of that sometimes.

When he was with you, he was always relaxed... but that didn't change the fact that he was also relaxed when he was with his family or gaming in his room, maybe even a little more. It wasn't that you were a chore to him, but he wanted to be energized for you. He wanted to take care of you, not make you take care of him while he lazed around. If he was a worse man (only in his own opinion), he'd come to you for anything and everything and make you take care of him and then never do the same in return.

He didn't want to see you as a resting place. He wanted to see you as a priority. He was just really shit at it and ended up neglecting you in the process.

You wanted to be his resting place.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said softly, reading your expression, "You know I didn't."

"I'm not thinking anything bad!" you almost frantically tried to reassure him. You didn't want to worry him, curse your expressive face.

"I know you've been feeling neglected lately," he said, "I'm going to make it up to you. Your birthday is next month."

You sighed, nodding, "It is..."

"It's advance enough that I'll cancel any schedules I have on that day, no that week-" "That's too much-" "No, I'll do it!" he exclaimed, determined, "And I'll spend all of that time with you."

You frowned, feeling bad now. Sure you were sad about him neglecting you, but you also didn't want him to go out of his way...

"I don't want to hear it," he said, pointing a finger at you, "Mark the calendar, we're spending your whole birthday week together."

You let yourself smile and San smiled back, happy that he was now the cause of this expression and not the sad one from before.

Your chest bloomed with hope and excitement. Finally.

...

A week later San texted you to apologize and said that his plan fell through. There was actually a japanese comeback planned for that time, so he'd be in Japan during your birthday.

You wanted to show him your unsatisfied face so that he would feel remorse, but you were sure the choice to text you was so he could deliberately avoid seeing it.

He felt so bad.

You sighed and threw your phone on your bed angrily, your body following suit as you buried your face into your pillows. Of course.

"What kind of boyfriend is he?" Your mother asked when you'd visited your parents' house for dinner and you shrugged, "A really really handsome and wealthy one."

"No wonder he can afford to cheat on you. You'll let him for his money."

"That is not it," you said angrily, "He's just busy!"

"Then where is he?!" "Japan!" you exclaimed, and your mother shook her head, not believing you. "If you want the boy for his money, just say that. There's no judgement here unless you lie about it."

"I'm not lying," you said through gritted teeth.

This was getting exhausting, defending San to your family when they didn't know anything about him other than the fact that he had a 'travel job' and that he never came around. They were convinced you were being scammed.

You felt scammed, too.

A knock on the door got you and your mom's attention, the both of you having paralleled expressions of confusion.

"Were you expecting anyone else?" you asked, going to the door. "No," your mother said curiously.

You went to the door, peeking out the window to see who it was and you gasped, making your mother stand up, alert.

"What? Who is it?"

You quickly unlocked the door and revealed the visitor.

A huge bouquet of roses.

Delivered by none other than the one who was always occupying your mind.

His dimples deepened as he smiled, satisfied by the shock on your face. "Hi Jagiya."

"San," you breathed, smile so wide you thought your face was about to crack.

"Who is it, yah?" your mother complained, coming to stand next to you. She was shocked at the sight of San.

You took the flowers from him with warmth in your cheeks, going into the house so San could introduce himself to your mother.

"Eomonim, sorry for coming unannounced. My name is Choi San, I'm y/n's boyfriend." You wanted to squeal.

Your mom turned to you with wide eyes, really not believing what she was seeing. You grinned at her, "He's real, I told you!"

"Come- come, come!" Your mother said, clearly flustered at the sudden appearance of your man, "Come, eat. Yah, she didn't tell me you were so handsome."

"Yes, I did," I huffed, burying my face in the roses and breathing them in.

Truthfully, San wanted alone time with you so that he could show you affection and apologize, but he knew he had to go to the extreme to make it up to you. He hadn't seen you in months, and that was all his own fault.

And he wanted to give you your surprise.

"Truthfully, eomonim, I don't have a lot of time," San said regretfully, and you turned to him, ready to be disappointed again.

"I just came to give these flowers and... see y/n."

He glanced at you, "I have promotions in Japan coming up and I wanted to see her before I left."

"Hmm," your mother said politely, knowing what he meant, "Okay, go. She'll walk you out. Do what you're planning on doing."

"Amma!" you said embarrassed and San chuckled. Your mother took the flowers from you and pushed you towards your boyfriend. You glanced at him, your dejected expression tugging at his heartstrings as you motioned towards the door, "I'll walk you out, then."

When you closed your front door behind you, San finally pulled you into his chest, wrapping you in a huge. You let out a surprised gasp, standing still for a moment before you melted into his embrace.

"I missed you," you said, your voice cracking just as much as San's heart was. "I missed you, too," he replied softly, "so much."

He pulled away and found that your cheeks were now wet with tear streaks and took it upon himself to wipe them away. "Don't cry," he murmured, "I hate seeing you cry."

"Then don't make me cry!" you huffed, slapping his chest lightly.

"Maybe this will redeem me," he said, pulling something from out of his pocket. You looked at him suspiciously.

"I know I canceled on you for your birthday," he sighed, "And I know you don't believe me when I say that I tried so hard to take that week off, because I did. My manager chewed me out for bothering him so bad about it."

You frowned, "You didn't have to do that-"

"Well, I've found a solution," he said, putting a piece of paper in my hand.

You looked down at what he handed you, reading it before gasping, looking back up at him, irises shaking with disbelief.

"Come to Japan with me." "San," you said shaking your head. "I love you," San said seriously, "You can come with us, disguised as staff or a normal unsuspecting passenger on the same flight, and then come to promotions with us. On your birthday, I convinced our manager to let me take you out to dinner in Tokyo, and he's giving me a room to myself in the hotel so we can be together."

San took your hand, lacing your fingers together, "I know I've been a shitty boyfriend, and I really am lucky that you haven't left me yet."

"You aren't shitty, and I wasn't," you reassured him.

"But I do know I hurt you," he said with finality, "Please come with me to Japan. Let me make up for it."

You looked at his pleading expression, deciding to tease him a little. "Bold of you to assume that I could take a week off for my birthday if you couldn't."

San gaped and you laughed making him click his tongue, "Hey!"

"Of course, Sannie," you said, putting your hands on his cheeks, the cold paper of the ticket pressing against his skin since you didn't have time to put it down, "I would love to go to Japan with you."

San smiled brightly, his fingers turning into slits as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. He pour all of his love into it and you couldn't help but regret, in that moment, that you'd ever doubted his love for you. There certainly many things to talk about, but for now, your worries were quelled. San loved you.

You told everyone that San was a good boyfriend, and after posting the photo dump of Tokyo that resulted from your birthday trip, they all finally believed you.

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A Distraction from Gaining the World (1?)

Summary: San wanted you, but you were his boss's wife, which usually wouldn't stop it, but you refuse to let him get close even though everyone knows your husband is the worst.

pairings: office worker!San x boss's wife/coworker!reader c/w: mentions of sex, angst, adultery, divorce a/n: this was heavily inspired by "Starring Role" by @nonclassyparty's San but if they read this note, please don't read this, it's ass and idek if i'm finishing it, but to everyone else, let me know if you want me to finish it w/c: 2.2k

San wanted her. It had been a while since his lips tingled with the desire to kiss someone, but he couldn't deny his forbidden desire for Shin Y/n. The desire to hold her, to kiss her, to wake up next to her.

Obviously, he wanted to fuck her so hard that her eyes would roll back into her head, too, but that was secondary.

But of course, with his luck or maybe his karma, she avoided him at all costs. Any company dinner where they were both in attendance, he made sure that she was aware of him looking at her. She knew he wanted her. He wished she'd at least talk to him. As much as he wanted to fuck her, it was her conversationism that he fell for.

They used to be close, working at the same high level in the same milti-million dollar company. They'd spend their lunch breaks together, leave each other notes, and sit next to each other when all their coworkers would go out to drink. He thought he was reading all the signs right.

The fact that she was one of the shareholders' wife didn't dissuade him. It never had before. It was always the same. He'd flirt a little, and they'd give him an opening, although it was usually a lot quicker that this back and forth with Shin Y/N. He thought it would have been the same with her, that she was just playing hard to get, but moment he'd come to her office, boldly touching her hand just slightly, she had pulled away as if fire had touched her.

He'd never forget the betrayed look on her face. He'd taken that as his cue to leave, but the look haunted his nights for at least a week. They'd been friendly for months at this point, and she'd never given him a sign, so he just tried to touch her hand, nothing crazy! He didn't think it was something she had to halt all communication with him over.

When he realized she'd blocked him on top of not talking to him anymore he really thought he was fucked. That she'd tell HR, or potentially worse, tell her husband.

But nothing happened. For a month, he laid in wait of a pink slip or a very angry rich man's fist in his face, but no. It was just as if he'd never met her.

And somehow that felt worse.

Especially considering that he knew that she and her husband weren't particularly close. He was 22 years older than her, she was 23, and previously, they hardly looked at each other at shareholder meetings and conferences. He didn't exist to her most times, and San had definitely caught him with his hand touching not safe for work body parts of other female company employees more than once. The man's wife was a bombshell in comparison to all of those women, so why wasn't he like that with her? And why didn't she treat him that way back? She could easily take revenge by sleeping with San once, even if she wouldn't have fulfilled his crush on her by doing so, he wouldn't have objected to being used by her.

But she was loyal to him. Aside from her friendship with him, she had never talked to any of her other coworkers for more than 5 minutes or for anything non-work related.

San had many sleepless nights just thinking about it. Both his heart and his hand were starting to cramp up. He would risk it all for her, but she was determined to blue ball him.

So he could only watch as she uncharacteristically held her husband's arm as he spoke to anyone but her yet spoke to no one else. She used to talk to San, but it was like she didn't want to be happy. He remembered her looking at him so fondly, she liked him, too! She had to have, at least a little bit, even if it was just as a friend. That would have been more emotionally fulfilling than this.

"Choi San!" San's blood chilled at the familiar voice of her husband addressing him. He looked up at him with a taut smile, holding himself back from looking at her and what reaction she might be having, if any at all, "Yes, Mr. Shin?"

"You've been working hard lately, I hear. Expect a promotion if I have anything to say about it." What? "Thank you, Mr. Shin. I'm honored to have been noticed by you," San replied, but what the fuck?

"It wasn't me, actually," he said, directing San's gaze to his wife by putting his hand on her back. She avoided his eyes, but her husband chuckled, "Y/n tells me you have a very good work ethic, and have single-handedly helped to increase profits by 2%. That's not a small number. You're basically putting money in our pockets."

"I- I wouldn't say single-handedly," he chuckled humbly, "the whole team has been working hard. Mrs. Shin included." "Oh, I doubt that," he snarked, "She got her job through me, there's no reason for her to work hard." San clenched his fist under the table, y/n still avoiding his glances.

"I've definitely witnessed her work hard, sir. You should see her dominance and efficiency in every team she leads," San said, trying not to sound like he was purposefully overstating. He didn't want his boss to have any indication that he might be interested in his wife.

"Ah, shame she'll be leaving soon, then," he chuckled, "since we're going to start trying for a baby." He patted her back when he said it, just hard enough that her body pushed forward with every touch of his hand. San slipped and did glance at Y/n then. It was only for a second, her husband didn't think anything of it. But San was fuming inside at the embarrassment on her face that was quickly replaced with a faux smile of joy when she looked at her husband.

San didn't know if he understood the situation. If he knew about his infatuation with y/n then this would be much more threatening than if he didn't. Either way, he took it in stride, "Oh, Congratulations in advance."

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Y/n hated this. She didn't want to come to this damn company dinner. She knew he'd announce this and in front of Choi San, no less. He had no idea that San had ever been her friend, let alone potentially more than that. She stopped things before he attempted to begin them, but she still couldn't help but be embarrassed when she saw San find out that she would be "trying for a baby" with her husband.

With her husband.

She hated that she felt ashamed. It shouldn't have felt that way, considering that they were married and having children is what married people do, but she never wanted this.

She didn't want to be married as soon as she turned 18 to a man she'd met when she was a toddler. She didn't want to see her name associated with his on every form she signed. She didn't want to use nepotism to get a high-paying job in this stupid company. And most of all, she didn't want to touch that horrible old man.

But she did. She did all of those things, and she felt disgusted when everyone around her knew that she did and thought she was so happy about it.

It wasn't impossible for him to be loved by someone her age, but she could definitely speak for herself when she said that she was disgusted.

She saw San glance at her multiple times, some of which she didn't think he even noticed himself doing. It was all aside from the very obvious stares that her husband somehow missed since San was quick to pretend to do other things when his boss turned even slightly in his direction.

She was so angry when San attempted to push that boundary with her. She knew his reputation of sleeping with other higher-ups in the company's wives, they flaunted their nightly endeavors with him eagerly with each other because he was so young and handsome, I would have married him if I was younger and my damn husband didn't exist.

Y/n shared the sentiment, except she was already younger than him, and if she'd had a choice she'd never have gotten married in her life.

When she married her husband she tried to look on the bright side. Maybe he looked better underneath his pants than above. Maybe he was at least a good lover. She was promptly proven wrong. His touch felt like roaches crawling up her spine, his lips like leeches on her thighs, and his hips like a jackhammer trying to rip her apart.

She didn't have much experience in the field of sex, she'd had only one boyfriend prior to Mr. Shin, but she at least knew that it was supposed to feel good for both parties. He didn't seem to have ever learned. No wonder he had never married if he gave all his lovers a preview of their potential bed life. Or maybe he wanted to make sure he had a fresh young ass in his later years so he wouldn't have to deal with having an old woman as he life partner, God forbid she was an appropriate age for him.

Now he was bragging about how they'd start trying for a baby. It wasn't like she agreed, it was more like he said he didn't like condoms so if you get pregnant then good for me.

She wished, so desperately wished, that she could have pursued something with San. She could tell he'd have taken good care of her. She really liked him, and hoped, for both of their sakes, that he wouldn't catch feelings for her. But of course he did, so she stopped him before it got too far. She was married to his boss who had power over the both of them. She couldn't put herself in a vulnerable position. She'd worked too hard to jeopardize herself now.

Maybe of she ever got the chance to reconnect with him when it was all over, she'd give him a chance and let him show her a good time.

But for now, she had a goal, and that was to destroy her husband and take everything from him.

They hadn't gotten a prenuptial agreement before marriage because she didn't have any assets since her parents never considered her to inherit their company, and he thought that she'd, in turn, never dare leave him because she'd have nothing.

He didn't think anything of it when she asked him to give her a job in the line of work she had studied in college for. A hobby, he called it, something to keep her occupied until she had children.

She saved every penny. She had saved up enough now that she could live modestly in a city apartment, at least, if things went awry. If things went according to plan, however, she'd take at least half of his assets and hopefully alimony. With all the evidence she'd gathered of his mistreatment of her, this was the outcome she expected.

However, if she got caught even looking at San the wrong way, her husband could spin that on her and ruin her life. She'd look like a whore, his own disgusting reputation with women be damned. "It's just what men do, women should behave," Your mother had told you when you'd voiced your worries. Safe to say you hadn't spoken to her much since you'd gotten married and didn't plan to anytime soon.

So she played into the role of his perfect dutiful wife. Sure, she'd indulged herself a little in San's platonic attention before, but nothing she couldn't defend if she needed to. Her husband would be completely blindsided. He'd have seen it coming if he knew to treat her well. If she never could have loved him, she could have at least respected him if only he had done that much. The bruises on her neck were a constant reminder that she could not allow herself to live like this any longer.

But Choi San was making it so goddamn hard.

She didn't know if he knew the kind of look he was giving when he made sure she knew he was looking at her. It wasn't seductive or angry. It was the most puppyish look he'd ever seen on a man. 28 years old and you'd think they just wouldn't be able to make that kind of face, but here Choi San was, proving her wrong.

"Isn't that right, dear?" Y/n snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her husband, sweet oblivious smile gracing her face, "Sorry, what was that? I was feeling a bit dazed." Her husband merely chuckled condescendingly, "Of course you were. Don't worry, you don't have to hurt your head by thinking too much when I'm here."

She giggled, but she wanted to gag.

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This hurts so good

Ready or Not (1)

Summary: When Jongho realizes he wasn't prepared for your decline post-partum, he makes an executive decision that he can't take back.

dad!Jongho x mom!reader | idol au

c/w: post-partum depression/psychosis, self-harm, attempted suicide, divorce

a/n: fuck the hiatus, imma just write what i want when i want

w/c: 3k

Net: @mirohs-aurora-society

Jongho didn't expect to get married so young, but how could he not? You were beautiful, he was in love, and you were, too. He wasn't the type of guy to play around and waste time. Two years into the relationship, he'd introduced you to his family and himself to yours before getting down on one knee.

Considering that both of you were idols, you both decided that it would be best to keep your relationship under wraps, even after marriage. Sure, getting married at this age with this career might have seemed dumb to others, but Jongho considered you his future. To him, there was no more sensible option than this. The announcement was made at separate times by your agencies that you'd gotten married to someone, but it was never stated who, requesting privacy in regards to family matters.

JONGHO OF ATEEZ ANNOUNCES MARRIAGE TO MYSTERY WOMAN

Y/N OF ILOVE RECENTLY ANNOUNCES HER MARRIAGE TO MYSTERY LOVER! WHO IS HE?

You were devoted to Jongho. You thought that he was worth losing your career for, so when you got pregnant and went on hiatus, Jongho matched your devotion and made sure that you were taken care of on his own. He was the perfect husband. Your pregnancy was stress free, and the plan was to announce after you'd fully recovered from giving birth that you were married to each other and had just brought a beautiful child into the world.

But that was when Jongho's plans went awry. Everything had been smooth, perfect, exactly as planned until the week your daughter was born. Even the delivery was fine, Jongho's grip was strong enough to withstand your pain and not break. He took care of you post-partum to the best of his ability.

So what was wrong with you?

Jongho noticed the rapid decline in your mental health by the end of the first week. He didn't know what went wrong. You never slept, always staring at Eunji and mumbling to yourself.

He came up behind you one night as you were looking at her, wrapping his arms around you tightly, "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I can't breathe," You whispered, your hands reaching to grasp Jongho's forearms tightly, "I feel like if I look away then she'll die and then I'll die. I feel like- like-"

Suddenly, you got angry, your face scrunched up with rage, "I feel like she hates me. I'm trying my best and she hates me!"

Jongho couldn't help but worry. Your feelings were concerning. He shushed you, petting your hair, but you refused to close your eyes, staring Eunji down like she owed you money.

"Maybe we should let mom come and help you take care of her-" "NO!" You roared, and Jongho quickly covered your mouth with wide eyes at your yell. His eyes quickly darted to Eunji who began to cry. What was wrong with you?

"She's mine. No one can hurt her or touch her. She's mine," you growled, going to pick Eunji up. You rocked her back and forth, hushing her for a few moments before tears sprang into your eyes, "Fuck. Fuck, I can't do this. Why isn't she stopping? Why won't she stop crying, Jongho? Am I so horrible?"

"No, my love, you're not horrible. This just hard, it's okay," Jongho said, rubbing your back as he pulled you into a loose hug with Eunji in between you.

You choked on a sob as you cried into his shirt. "I just... why can't I love her?"

Jongho froze as he looked at you, confusion in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. "I'm trying so hard," You whispered, "To get the overwhelming pit in my stomach that comes with loving something so much that you'd die for it... why don't I feel that way?"

Jongho didn't know how to respond, swaying you and the baby back and forth until both were pacified. You gingerly put Eunji back into the crib and took a step back, staring at her.

"She hates me. She hates me because she thinks I hate her."

"She doesn't," Jongho firmly reassured you, hands rubbing up and down your arms, "I promise you, she doesn't."

"I don't believe you." "Come to bed," Jongho whispered, pressing a light kiss on your temple.

"I can't," you replied, "Everytime that I can't see her, my skin itches."

Jongho, at this point, couldn't remember the last time you slept. Even a week later, he could could the hours he'd seen you sleep on one hand, and it was never in a comfortable position. He couldn't even begin to think about how long it had been since you'd showered.

He thought this would pass soon and that there'd be no harm until he saw you menacingly hunched over the baby, breathing heavily.

"Baby...?" he asked tentatively as he entered the baby room. "I- I didn't mean to, Jongho," You whispered, "I didn't mean-"

At those words, Jongho quickly moved you out of the way to look at Eunji, heart beating a million miles an hour.

His eyes went red when he saw blood on Eunji. He didn't even check her for injuries, he just immediately turned to you with rage.

"What did you do to her!?" he roared, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you, "What did you do!?"

"I don't know!" you cried, "I just remember f-falling asleep a little and then-" Eunji was now crying and Jongho forcefully let go of you to tend to her, he picked her up and examined her face frantically.

You were now hysterically sobbing on the ground, crawling to Jongho and touching his feet. "I'm sorry, Jongho, I didn't mean to hurt her!"

But you didn't.

It was Jongho's stone cold heart and desire to protect his daughter that caused him to abandon you that day.

Not a single hair on Eunji was hurt. That blood was not hers.

It was yours.

You'd been biting your lip at first, to keep yourself awake. You were the only one home (for some reason), and you couldn't fall asleep when you had to watch her. Still, your eyes blurred, and in a sleep deprived and delusional attempt to keep yourself awake and sane, you violently scratched your face down from your under eyes.

You were so out of it that you didn't even feel it. All you saw was your own blood dripping onto Eunji, and you thought you'd hurt her.

And Jongho did, too. Without even looking at you, he took Eunji straight to the hospital to make sure you hadn't really done anything, all while you cried into the carpet of your daughter's room, tears stinging the wounds that your nails had left behind.

Eunji was fine, but Jongho couldn't stand to look at you. He filed for divorce with full custody the next morning.

"W-what?" you asked your mother-in-law, "Wh-why- You just said that Eunji was alright...-" "I don't know," Mrs. Choi said, "He just... he said he doesn't trust you not to hurt her anymore."

"Eomma... eomma, please, you can't let him-" You went to touch her, but she held her hand up, pain etched across her face, "He's my son. I'm not on your side."

"Eomma, please," you whispered, "I'm alone."

"I'm sorry," she said, leaving you with the divorce papers in your hand.

At the hearing, what could you argue against your mental instability with scratches like canyons marring your once beautiful face. Jongho looked at you with horror when he saw the monstrous scabs that had covered the fresh wounds that he hadn't looked at you long enough that day to see. Even your eye was a little red. Had you stabbed yourself in the eye with your own nail in your unstable state?

Your statement was simple.

"Jongho has never once been a bad husband to me," you said simply, "I have been completely blindsided and heartbroken as a result of this proceeding. After the incident, I was diagnosed with sever post-partum psychosis that has since dissipated, at least somewhat since Jongho has taken my daughter away from me, but neither he or I was aware of it before, for whatever reason. If only someone around me had known I needed counseling. Maybe I would not have resorted to harming myself when my mind was helpless to see reason."

"I have never hurt my baby, and I never will. Please... please do not take her away from me. Without Jongho... and now without her, I will be nothing. I am nothing without them."

Your words meant nothing when Jongho's prior testimony included the moment that you told him that you did not love her. How would anyone believe a woman with scratches along her arms so deep it looked like you were attacked by a wolf despite them all being self-inflicted during moments of weakness.

Jongho took Eunji away from you.

Still, he had the audacity to approach you after the hearing. "Y/n," he said, catching up to you as you followed your lawyer and your manager to your car.

You paused to look at him, your face devoid of emotion. "What happened to you? Why are you hurt?"

You didn't respond, so your lawyer responded for you, "I'm sorry, Mr. Choi, but you are no longer her husband to be privy to such information."

"Yeah, Jongho," your manager said, disappointedly, shaking her head at him, "Maybe if you asked her that day, we wouldn't be here right now."

"I- I'm sorry about putting you through all this, y/n," he said, "But you- this... it wasn't part of the plan."

You simply looked at him, tears falling down your face, before wordlessly getting into the car.

Jongho watched you drive away as his younger brother walked up to him. "Hyung... are you okay?"

"Yeah," Jongho said quietly, his face stoic, "I still have to get the baby's things from our apartment... do you mind heading over there to grab them? I don't think she'd like it if I do it."

"Sure, hyung...," his brother said. He wanted to ask a hundred questions. What happened? Why do this? Why not do couple's counseling? Eunji was fine, and y/n was the one who was hurt, so why was she the one who was abandoned?

Truthfully, no one really understood Jongho's thought process. Even his mother, who'd always be on his side, questioned whether it was okay for Jongho to leave you like this. When she'd seen you last... you looked like you just needed help and support.

Jongho's brother felt uneasy going to your apartment after everything. What would he even say to you?

But he wouldn't have to say anything.

When he approached the apartment door, he knocked, only to find the door falling open at his touch. His hair immediately stood on end as he pushed it further to go into the apartment.

"Noona?" he called. No answer. He took his shoes off as he stepped inside. The apartment was kind of a mess, with clothes that he recognized you wearing in the courtroom today.

"Noona!" he called again. Still no answer. His heart was beating so loudly that he felt like he could hear it outside of his body.

He walked into the baby room slowly. "Noona...?"

He looked around at eye level. Nothing.

Then he looked down.

A gasp tore out of his throat as he saw the pool of blood widening around you. "Noona!" he screeched almost at the top of his lungs. He fell to the ground to pick you up into his arms, finding that the blood was coming from your arm.

You were wearing's Jongho's hoodie and a blanket, one that Jongho had send his brother here to retrieve, in fact, was clutched in between your fingers. You were unconcious.

With shaking hands, he called the police, trying to keep the blood from leaving you as much as possible.

Jongho thundered down the halls when he got the call that you were in the hospital. "Excuse me, sir, you can't be here-" "I got a call about my wife attempting suicide. I need to get to her, now-"

"Oh-," the nurse blanched before cringing, "I'm sorry, she's getting stitches and a blood transfusion right now, she lost a lot of blood and she really needs to rest. Um, her brother in law... your brother? He's in the emergency waiting room, so you can just stay there. We'll call you in when she's stable."

Jongho nodded tensely and headed to the waiting room where his brother was there, leg bobbing furiously. For a moment Jongho untensed with guilt for making his brother be the one to endure such a horrible scene when he should have been the one facing you.

In his hands were the things you were wearing. Your undergarments were in a bag while Jongho's now bloodied hoodie and the baby's blanket were in his hands.

"Why are you...-" Jongho's brother looked up at Jongho shocked and weary. "Um," he sniffed, "She was wearing... your thing... and holding the blanket... sorry, hyung, they got... they got messed up."

"I'm not worried about that right now. I'm sorry you had to see that...," Jongho said, his tension returning, "Was she... you saw her... do you think she'll be okay?"

"Honestly, hyung...," Jongho's brother gulped, "I don't think so. I don't know how long she was bleeding out and- I didn't get to check if she was breathing... they said they're doing a blood transfusion... but I heard them say her pulse was dangerously weak..."

"Fuck," Jongho cursed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. His stress was actively taking place between his eyebrows. This was not what he wanted. But the divorce wasn't something you wanted either. He didn't think you'd try to end your life over it, though.

He felt guilt, but for what he didn't know. Because he left you? Because you were sad? Because he didn't seem nearly as devastated as you clearly were?

But he was devasted, wasn't he?

His outward demeanor was even fooling himself.

The doctors let Jongho and his brother stay in the room when you'd miraculously become stable. They didn't expect you to survive, especially not having known how long you were laying in your own blood.

Jongho hated how pale you were.

But what he hated more was how little you'd changed since the last time he saw you before today.

You'd clearly been deteriorating, but he'd been none the wiser. He'd been doing his best to keep you happy, so why? Why this?

He was left alone to his thoughts as he allowed his brother to go home and rest. Another thing he felt bad for. Now his brother would have to have to deal with his family's questions.

But he couldn't bring himself to think right now, let alone talk. All he could do was observe you and attempt to kill the guilt that was trying to tell him that this was all his fault.

It wasn't... but it also was, wasn't it?

He'd read about post-partum depression, he thought he was preventing it...but he didn't really check to see if it was working, did he?

But unfortunately, these were only fleeting thoughts. The only thing that he was really thinking was that this wasn't part of the plan. It's not my fault. I did everything right. You are the problem.

When he heard you groan, he snapped from his position in the chair next to you to look at you. Your eyes opened and for a moment, seeing Jongho's face, you forgot the very events that happened today. "Jongho," you whimpered, making his heart break in half, "It hurts so much."

Jongho didn't say anything. In your delirium you were confused, but when your mind cleared, you gasped, shaking your head, "Fuck, sorry."

"No. It's fine," Jongho said stiffly. You frowned. Despite everything, how could he be so cold with you? It wasn't like the two of you had fallen out of love... had he?

You didn't have time to dwell on it as you cleared your throat, sitting up as you looked over your arm. "Oh..." You remembered now.

When you'd gotten home, your mind had already been made up. You threw your clothes off, immediately found one of Jongho's hoodies to wear, took Eunji's blanket and went to her room. You laid on the ground, comforted by what remained of your family before attempting to end your life.

In your mind, recovery felt impossible, especially without Jongho and even less so without your baby. In your mind, there had been no other solution.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, mimicking his stiffness unconsciously. "I'm your emergency contact," he explained, "I was called when you were admitted into the hospital."

"I'm sorry," You sighed, "Obviously I hadn't gotten around to it. I'll change it now."

"What? No, it's fine- who else would you even put down?"

"My manager?" you asked rhetorically, voice gradually becoming fully devoid of emotion. You felt numb with Jongho here. You wanted him to leave. To let you rot and die alone like he had no problem doing when he'd taken Eunji away.

"Are you sure you want a work contact to be your emergecy-" "Who else would I put down, Jongho?" you asked the same question making him flinch, his head going down in shame, though his head still spun when he wondered why.

"Why did you do this?" he whispered, "Why-"

"I don't think hearing the answer to that will satisfy you," you said, "I think if I tell the reason, you'll tell me I'm wrong, because you won't like the reason, and then I'll just do it again."

"STOP!" Jongho roared, gaining the attention of nurses outside of the room. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, there are other patients resting-" "No, I'm sorry, this- this is my wife-"

"No, he's not anymore," You clarified with a straight face, "I'd like to change my emergency contact please."

"Y/n!" "Please, sir, we need you to leave," the nurse said, ushering him out.

Jongho stood outside of the hospital that day, refusing to accept his mistakes but realizing, at least, that he'd truly lost you. He didn't know what else he was expecting to happen.

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Oh please

can we get some more arranged marriage ateez fics?

the ‘we sleep in a separate rooms, I’ve been in love with him so long as I have been breathing, he won’t reciprocate hence I’m leaving’ trope never gets old

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rage mode pt II

[ J. Yunho + J. Wooyoung ]

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summary: in which yunho’s roommates are both needy little brats

warning: dom yunho, brat reader, dom brat wooyoung, threesome, choking, spanking, unprotected sex

pairing: gamer yunho x afab reader x gamer wooyoung

genre: smut

word count: 1.9k

part one

masterlist

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“You guys want a third?”

Wooyoung’s voice cut through the room like a goddamn blade, low, amused, and dripping with something darker beneath the surface.

Yunho’s arms instinctively tightened around y/n, shielding her without really knowing why, both of them still a mess of tangled limbs, flushed skin, and heavy breathing on the floor of his room.

“Wooyoung…..” Yunho’s voice came out hoarse, warning, but not exactly rejecting. His dark eyes locked with Wooyoung’s across the room, and something unspoken sparked in the air between them.

Y/N blinked, dazed, her chest heaving as she turned her head toward the door where Wooyoung stood. One of his hands was casually braced against the doorframe, but the other had wandered just a little too low on his own abdomen to be innocent. The black pajama pants he wore didn’t do much to hide the outline of his obvious arousal.

“What?” Wooyoung grinned, unbothered, gaze dropping slowly to the mess between y/n thighs. “You two were practically broadcasting. Jongho and San probably came in their own pants. I was just the only one brave enough to come see the show live.” He exaggerated considering San and Jongho made him go try and tell them to knock it off.

Yunho’s eyes widened. Shit! He thought he muted his mic.

“Are you serious right now?” Y/N panted, shifting against Yunho’s chest to sit up a little, the aftershocks still prickling down her thighs. She weren’t covering herself though. Not really. Not with the way Wooyoung was looking at her, hungry and amused like a cat watching two mice try to pretend they weren’t caught.

“I mean…” Wooyoung tilted his head, stepping into the room. “I’ve been listening to you two fuck for weeks. The teasing, the moaning, the crying.”He shot a smirk at Yunho, “her calling your name over and over again. You didn’t think I’d catch on?”

Yunho’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t speak. Y/N could feel his cock twitch against her ass despite just having come, and that alone made her breath hitch.

“And now…” Wooyoung drawled as he walked closer, slowly pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing that ridiculously toned body y/n knew drove everyone crazy online. “You’ve got two options. Kick me out and I pretend I didn’t just watch you fuck her raw on a gaming chair” his gaze flicked to the toppled seat beside them, “or let me help.”

There was a beat of silence. Heavy. Thick. Charged.

Yunho’s hand slid from y/n hip to her thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to her center as if trying to gauge her reaction. She could feel the tension roll off him, but it wasn’t resistance. It was temptation.

“You said it yourself,” Wooyoung murmured, voice low as he finally dropped to his knees in front of the two of them, eyes never leaving y/n. “She’s your brat. So let me play with her too.”

Y/N pulse pounded in her ears. Yunho exhaled roughly beside her, his grip tightening like he already knew he was about to say yes.

So did y/n.

She were still catching her breath when Wooyoung’s fingers slid under her chin, tilting her head up until her dazed eyes met his. That smug smirk never left his lips, even as he leaned in just enough to let her feel the heat of his breath on her mouth.

“Yunho,” he said over her shoulder, tone all silk and sin, “if you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”

The rumble Yunho made behind her was purely instinct, low, dangerous, possessive as he hauled y/n tighter against his chest, one hand gripping her thigh, the other flat over her stomach like a claim.

“She’s mine,” he growled. “But I’ll let you have a taste.”

Wooyoung grinned, all teeth, and then he kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It was filthy, heady, all tongue and dominance as his fingers buried in y/n hair and he licked into her mouth like he had something to prove. Y/N moaned before she could stop herself, body squirming between the two of them as Yunho’s cock hardened again behind her and Wooyoung’s hand slid down to cup her breast.

“God, you’re already so fucking wet again,” Wooyoung muttered, pulling back to nip at her jaw. “You like being passed around, baby? Like being the little toy between us?”

Y/N whimpered and nodded, rolling her hips back against Yunho, forward into Wooyoung’s palm, greedy and overstimulated already but desperate for more.

Yunho grabbed her jaw, turning her head to kiss her hard, moaning when he tasted Wooyoung on her tongue. “You’re such a fucking brat,” he breathed, lips trailing down her throat. “Always teasing. Always needy. You think you deserve this?”

“No,” y/n gasped, shivering when his teeth grazed her collarbone. “But I want it.”

“She wants it,” Wooyoung echoed mockingly, pushing her legs open wider as he knelt between them. “Wants us to ruin her.”

Yunho growled again, reaching over y/n to grab Wooyoung by the back of the neck and kiss him, hot and messy, right over her shoulder. Y/N moaned so loud her throat burned, watching them devour each other before Yunho bit Wooyoung’s lip and pulled back, breathless.

“Make her come,” Yunho ordered, voice wrecked. “Use your mouth.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Wooyoung purred, and before y/n could even brace herself, his mouth was on her, hot tongue flicking over her clit, two fingers sliding inside her soaked cunt with practiced ease.

Y/N scream echoed off the walls as her back arched against Yunho’s chest, nails clawing at his arms as Wooyoung ate her like it was his last goddamn meal. He was so messy with it, moaning against her, lapping at her with no shame, like he was enjoying it more than she was.

“She’s squeezing me already,” Wooyoung groaned, curling his fingers wickedly as y/n bucked into his mouth. “Fucking tight little brat.”

Yunho was panting behind her, rutting against her ass like he was losing his mind, one hand wrapped around her throat while the other slid down to pinch one of her nipples.

“Don’t come yet,” he ordered, voice like gravel. “Not until I say.”

Y/N whined, legs trembling, pleasure building so sharp it hurt. Wooyoung didn’t make it easy, he was relentless, flicking his tongue against her clit, fingers thrusting fast, knowing exactly how to push her right to the edge.

Y/N was crying, begging, squirming, but she didn’t come.

Not yet.

Because Yunho hadn’t told her to.

Because she were a brat, but she were his.

Y/N thighs were shaking, her skin flushed, and her breath came in ragged gasps. She could barely think, barely speak, her body caught between Yunho’s firm grip and Wooyoung’s merciless tongue.

“Good girl,” Yunho murmured against her ear, his fingers pressing harder into her throat, just enough pressure to make y/n head spin. “Look how obedient you are when you’re desperate.”

“She’s falling apart already,” Wooyoung laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips were slick with her arousal, tongue dragging across them like he wanted more. “Bet she’ll cry when we fuck her at the same time.”

The sound that tore from y/n throat was somewhere between a whimper and a curse, hips twitching helplessly as Yunho pulled her back flush against his chest.

“You think you can take both of us?” Yunho whispered, grinding his hard cock against her, slow and heavy. “You think that messy little pussy can handle it?”

“I….. I can,” she gasped, reaching back to grip his hair, her whole body trembling with anticipation. “Please. Please, Yunho. I want both of you.”

“Then get on the bed on your hands and knees, brat.” Wooyoung had the most wicked smirk, following after her.

Y/N obeyed, limbs barely working, head spinning as Yunho followed, stroking himself behind her. Wooyoung lay in front of her, one hand wrapping around his cock, slowly pumping it as he watched y/n crawl toward him.

“Open that bratty little mouth,” he said, voice low and filthy. “Since you like teasing so much, all those moans through Yunho’s headset, let’s see if you’re any good with that tongue.”

Y/N wrapped her lips around him, moaning instantly as he filled her mouth. He hissed, head tipping back, hand fisting her hair as he guided her into a rhythm, slow and deep.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Just like that,” he groaned. “God, your mouth was made for this.”

Behind y/n, Yunho lined himself up and pushed into her in one slow, brutal thrust that knocked the air from her lungs. She cried out around Wooyoung’s cock, the stretch deliciously overwhelming.

“God, so fucking tight,” Yunho hissed, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “This pussy’s perfect. Fucking perfect and all mine.”

The pace they set was devastating.

Yunho pounded into her from behind, every thrust hitting deep, forcing her to take more of Wooyoung down her throat. Wooyoung moaned every time her throat tightened around him, guiding her mouth with a gentle but firm hand.

It was filthy. Wet sounds filled the room, y/n muffled moans, Yunho’s low growls, Wooyoung’s panting praise and whimpers.

“You’re so good like this,” Yunho gritted out, snapping his hips harder. “Used, owned and stuffed full.”

“She loves it,” Wooyoung said breathlessly, his thighs trembling beneath her hands. “Such a greedy little thing. Look at her drooling on me.”

Y/N body was shaking, mind unraveling. She didn’t know where one sensation ended and another began, just pleasure, endless and dizzying pleasure.

“Can she come yet?” Wooyoung asked, voice tight, his stomach twitching as her tongue swirled around his tip.

“Not yet,” Yunho growled. “She’s gonna come when we both say so.”

Y/N whimpered in protest, hips rolling, tears slipping from her eyes as she gagged and moaned at the same time. “Please,” she begged, pulling off Wooyoung just long enough to sob, “please, I can’t… I need to….”

“Now,” Yunho said darkly. “Now, you can come.”

Wooyoung grabbed her hair and shoved her back onto him, and Yunho’s hand slapped her ass as he fucked you brutally from behind, and y/n shattered.

The orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her body seized, back arching, mouth slack on Wooyoung’s cock as she screamed around it. Yunho groaned and spilled inside her, thrusts stuttering, while Wooyoung cursed and came hard down her throat, hips jerking as she swallowed every drop.

Y/N collapsed between them, boneless, soaked, and completely wrecked.

Yunho pulled her back against his chest, brushing sweat damp hair from her face. Wooyoung lay beside her, one hand still tangled in her hair as he grinned lazily.

“Well,” he said, voice wrecked. “That was definitely worth interrupting.”

Yunho kissed y/n temple, fingers sliding gently between her legs to tease her oversensitive clit again. “And we’re not even close to done with you yet.”

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, turning just enough to glance at Yunho’s desk, where his headset still sat, light blinking softly. “Mmm,” she purred, still panting. “You think San and Jongho are still listening?”

The air stilled. Yunho’s hand froze. Wooyoung looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

And then y/n added sweetly, with a filthy little smile, “Hope they enjoyed the show.”

Yunho groaned and shoved his face into her neck, mumbling, “You’re the fucking devil.”

“Worse,” Wooyoung smirked, licking her cheek. “She’s a brat who knew that mic was on.”

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rage mode

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which yunho’s roommate likes to test his patience

warning: pissed off yunho, brat reader, slight audophilia, wooyoung is a little perv, slight choking, spanking, unprotected sex

pairing: gamer yunho x afab reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.2k

part two

masterlist

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“Damn it, y/n, stop fucking killing me!”

Yunho’s voice sounded beyond annoyed, borderline completely pissed off. You could hear it in the way there was a slight growl undertone in his deep, tired voice. It was well past midnight, himself and his two roommates along with some of their friends had been playing this new online co op game for the last… 4…. 5 hours? Honestly, Yunho had lost track of the time.

“That’s what you get for getting me killed earlier.” Y/N replied back, her voice filled with amusement and dripping with pettiness. Yunho had half a mind to pause the game, march across the hall to her bedroom and unplug her pc. She had been nonstop killing him for the last hour or so and Yunho was starting to reach his breaking point.

“It’s not fucking funny, y/n! And it wasn’t my fault you and Wooyoung are using the same character.” Yunho snapped into his headset. He had even told his two roommates that choosing the same character to play as would be confusing for everyone and a bad idea. Did they listen? Of fucking course they didn’t. “Y/N, I swear to god!” He growled, avoiding just being shot once again.

“Swear to god,” Yunho could practically hear the smirk she had as y/n teased him, sniping his player with quick precision, a frustrated snarl echoing in her ears from her headset as Yunho was clearly pissed. “what would your mother say?”

“Could you two like… I don’t care, fuck and shut up already?” Jongho was tired of their back and forth bickering. He could practically feel the tension between the two and he was three blocks away in his own apartment.

Yunho and Y/N both shut up, their silence suddenly very loud and noticeable. “Well that shut them the fuck up.” Wooyoung was snickering, San and Jongho both joining him. Both his roommates probably thought Wooyoung was oblivious to their little tryst they had going on but their walls were thin and y/n was very vocal.

“It’s after 2:00 am, I promised Seonghwa I’d meet him for lunch tomorrow.” Y/N was lying straight through her teeth but the guys were none the wiser as she left the game. Yunho sighed in relief to not have her constantly up his ass, actually being able to try and explore the new game and have fun without getting killed every few minutes.

Yunho was so focused in the game now he didn’t see y/n open her bedroom door across the hall, he himself had left his bedroom door open. Y/N glanced down the hall towards Wooyoung’s, his door was shut and she could hear him yelling at Jongho over something in the game. Dropping to her knees, y/n smirked, biting her bottom lip as she crawled quietly across the carpeted floor into Yunho’s room.

She paused a second, taking in his big frame in sitting slightly hunched over in his gaming chair, completely focused on the game, the clicking of the keyboard and mouse loud. The only thing he had on clothing wise was a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. His headset sat atop his messy dyed dirty blonde hair.

Yunho couldn’t hear her movements over Wooyoung and Jongho now the ones arguing in the game through his headset, but he certainly felt her when she brushed against his leg, crawling under his desk. He looked down at her as the game was on the load screen, y/n peeking up at him now between his legs. “What are you doing?” He mouthed so the others wouldn’t hear over the headset.

Y/N only smirked at him. This was payback for not only getting her killed in the game but how he left her edged and on the brink of orgasm the day before. They had gotten into an argument in the living room, something about someone going into Yunho’s room and turning off his pc while he had a game paused.

An argument that eventually lead to Yunho having y/n bent over the couch, a hand gripping her hair, head pulled back as he was hitting it from behind, the lewd noises loud, echoing in the apartment along with y/n loud cries and moans mixed with Yunho’s filthy words.

“You do that shit on purpose, don’t you?” His hand came down hard on her ass causing y/n to jolt forward and giving Yunho the perfect opportunity to grip her waist and yank her back, dick thrusting all the way back inside her aching, edged cunt. “Fucking brat.”

His hand was tangled back in her hair, yanking her up, y/n back against his chest just as keys could be heard at the front door. Yunho had pulled out of her and darted to his room, trying not to trip over his own feet. Y/N had snatched her discarded clothes up and darted to her own room just before Wooyoung walked through the door.

Yunho clenched his jaw as y/n glided her hands up his legs, fingers grazing his bellybutton before dipping into the waistband of his pants and pulling them back just enough to be able to pull his hardening dick free.

His dick always betrayed him when it came to her. “This is what you get for leaving me to finish myself yesterday.” She wrapped her hand around him, working a steady rhythm up and down his length until Yunho had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, his dick now fully hard and aching to be buried inside her, mouth, pussy, he wasn’t picky.

“Dude, you good?” Jongho asked when a deep moan escaped Yunho, echoing in his friend’s ears through their headsets when y/n tongue started licking at his tip, hand still jerking him, thumb tracing a prominent vein that had Yunho almost whimpering.

“I…. I yeah… I just stubbed my toe under…. my desk.” It was a terrible lie and it wouldn’t be a good enough excuse to cover up the almost growl that left him when y/n removed her hand to bring his entire length into her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag at the fullness and stretch.

“Ok, what the hell?” This time it was San who called him out. Yunho switched his movements from the mouse to the keyboard, using one hand to continue playing while reaching down to tangle his other hand into y/n hair, gripping it and gaining control, making her slow down the sudden messy, gagging, bob of her head on his dick. “Wooyoung, you just ran right into that fucking sniper!” Yunho ignored San, heart racing, that familiar tightness in his stomach growing.

How Yunho managed to play with one hand y/n had no idea but then again, he was annoyingly good at everything. She could feel he was close, his dick twitching against her tongue as he continued to move her head, fucking her mouth at a steady pace as he continued playing the game. He was biting his bottom lip so hard to keep from making anymore noise, it would be suspicious if he just muted his mic, his friends are nosy and would ask questions.

Suddenly, a loud “FUCK!” left Jongho when his player was killed, loud enough to muffle the deep moan that left Yunho as he came, y/n swallowing every last drop of his release, tears slightly forming at the crease of her eyes due to Yunho pushing her head down as far as he could get her, y/n nose pressed against pelvis.

Yunho released the grip he had on her, his hand moving to cover his mouth as his breathing came out in shallow pants. Y/N gasped for her own breath, wiping at her face before crawling up into Yunho’s lap. He had to mute his mic then. “Are you fucking serious right now? Wooyoung is literally down the hall, my door is open and…”

“Shut up.” Y/N rolled her eyes at him because she honestly just didn’t give a shit anymore. They’d been sneaking around for over two months now and she was tired. So what if their friends found out? The worst they’d do is tease them before finding something else to throw dumb jokes at. “Besides…” she smirked, reaching without Yunho seeing her to unmute his mic. “you’re already getting hard again.”

If Yunho would just look at his computer screen he’d notice the way his friends players were no longer moving. If he wasn’t so distracted by the taste of himself lingering on y/n tongue as she kissed him, he probably would of noticed how Wooyoung, San and Jongho had all grown dead silent through his headset.

“Wait…” Yunho pulled his headset off, carelessly placing it onto his desk, pausing his game. He’d tell the guys he had to use the bathroom or something, whatever. He’d make something up. “Take this off.” He was pulling at y/n shirt, helping her take it off, tossing it behind him somewhere on the floor in his room.

Of course she had no fucking bra on, Yunho dove in, arms wrapping around her, helping y/n to get some friction through her pajama shorts against his dick as he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth.

“No teasing, you did enough of that yesterday.” Y/N pulled at his hair, yanking his head back, Yunho’s lips so plump, face flushed, ears red. “Just fuck me.” Yunho was so lost in her, the mere thought of having his dick buried inside her that he completely forgot his door was open, still no idea that his mic was not on mute.

“Look at you” Yunho was smirking now, hands gripping her waist to hold her still. “so desperate for my dick you almost got us caught.”

Almost? Y/N refrained from smirking back at his cluelessness, instead putting on her best pleading face, lips pouting, moaning his name as she could feel him, hard, pressing against her aching cunt through the silky lilac fabric of her shorts. “Come on, please…” She barely ever begged but she was damn horny. Another reason why she liked to push his buttons, angry Yunho was a complete turn on for her.

Yunho let her go, nodding his head at her as y/n was quick to crawl off his lap and remove her shorts, him lifting his hips in his chair just enough to give space to shove his sweatpants on down his legs, kicking them under his desk. “Ride me.” Yunho’s voice dropped, so deep it had y/n clenching around nothing as he guided her back to straddling him.

Yunho gripped a hand against one of the little arms of his gaming chair to help steady them as y/n own hands pulled herself up using his shoulder for leverage, Yunho’s other hand reaching to help guide his dick into her, moans leaving them both as he filled her to the hilt. Both of Yunho’s hands went to grip at her hips, y/n own going to tug at his hair, the other around his throat.

“Why are we still listening?” San exclaimed over his headset. The lewd noises echoing in their ears from Yunho’s end made it very clear what was going on. “Because it’s fucking hot.” Wooyoung stated, practically whimpering towards the noises of his roommates.

“Wooyoung, you fucking freak.” Jongho teased him before clearing his throat as a rather loud moan escaped Yunho, y/n name on his lips. “Dude, go do something! They’re your roommates.” He could go and tell them to shut the fuck up. The sound of them together a little too hot for all three of them listening. They all had a boner.

“Fuck…. you always feel me up so…. good….” Y/N was a gasping, crying mess. Legs shaking, breathless. She could feel her orgasm ready to burst with every touch of Yunho’s dick hitting her g spot. Her stomach was in knots, eyes practically crossed as he held her arms behind her, using his knees as leverage to pound into her from where she straddled him in his gaming chair.

Yunho was close too, thrusting sloppy and fast, kissing at any part of her skin he could reach from his position. “So fucking good….. so fucking good for me…” he was mumbling, moaning, whining against her throat.

“Mine.” He pulled back, smirking, pupils blown. “My brat.” Two more deep thrusts and y/n was coming with his name a scream ringing from her lips. Four more thrusts and Yunho was coming, filling her so fucking full his legs shook.

They both yelled, Yunho groaning when he broke the fall as their movements caused the chair to rock off balance, plummeting them both to the floor. Yunho’s arms were wrapped tightly around y/n, dick sliding out of her as she slipped up his body. Both of them were panting, breathless, both from post orgasm and the fall.

“Holy shit…” Wooyoung was standing in the doorway, gaze dark as he had been watching them from Yunho’s open bedroom door. It’s not like he meant to, he was gonna knock on Yunho’s door but then… well… he couldn’t fucking look away. His roommates were so fucking hot together. He knew they had to of noticed the prominent hard bulge in his loose black pajama pants.

“You guys want a third?”

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note: am I putting together a gamer yunho full story? well yes!

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WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH? | CHOI SAN

pairing : : choi san x fem!reader

synopsis : : san isn’t your boyfriend — not really. he’s the unread messages at 9PM and the missed calls at 2AM. you both pretend it’s casual, but it’s getting harder to ignore the way his voice sounds when he’s not sober, or how yours cracks when you say goodbye. you’re tired of being his maybe, but you’re not sure he knows how to love anyone in daylight.

genre : : friends with benefits

warnings : : suggestive: making out, alcohol, angst

word count : : 0.6k

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—It always starts the same way. A message at 9:04. One word. You up?

You see it, don’t answer right away. You tell yourself you’re done — you’ve said it before, meant it every time. But then the silence stretches, and it’s too familiar, too easy to fall back into. By 9:15, you’re in the backseat of his car with the windows fogged and his hands on your thighs, like nothing else exists.

San isn’t your boyfriend. He doesn’t ask about your day. He doesn’t know the names of your coworkers or that your mom called crying last week. He knows what you taste like after tequila, knows exactly how to pull a sigh from your throat without trying. But when the sun comes up, he’s a stranger again. Buttoned-up. Smiling at everyone else.

You pretend it doesn’t matter. You play the part. You smirk when he calls you darling and act like your heart doesn’t stutter every time he brushes your hair back to kiss your neck. It’s easier that way — detached. Physical. No strings. No expectations. But then he’ll say something soft at 2:17 a.m., slurred and low, and suddenly you can’t breathe. Because you know he won’t remember it tomorrow. Or worse — he will, and he’ll pretend it meant nothing.

You don’t talk about it. Not when you’re tangled up in his sheets, or when he leaves without saying goodbye. You let him orbit around you like a satellite — close enough to burn, far enough to leave you cold. And still, you stay. You always stay.

Some nights, you try to beat him to the punch. You wear something he likes. You laugh at something you don’t find funny. You kiss him first. It doesn’t make a difference. He never stays long enough to ask why you’re trying so hard.

You want to believe you’re in control. That you’re choosing this. But every time your phone lights up with his name, you feel yourself split down the middle — one part desperate, one part disgusted. You let him in anyway.

Tonight is no different. He shows up smelling like smoke and aftershave, eyes a little too bright, voice thick with whatever he drank on the way over. He pulls you into him without a word, like he’s afraid to think too hard. You let him. You always do.

Now it’s morning. You woke up first — that’s rare. You didn’t mean to, but something pulled you out of sleep, made you reach for him. He’s not in bed. Not gone either. Just in the kitchen, barefoot and quiet, wearing only his slacks, his hair’s still a little damp from your shower.

You’re still in the doorway, unsure. He hasn’t looked at you yet. The light is soft, leaking through the blinds, catching the curve of his jaw, the line of his throat. You wonder if he even realizes how quiet it is when he’s not trying to fill the silence with his mouth or his hands. You wonder what he’d say if you asked him to stay until lunch. If you told him the way he leaves feels like something breaking every time.

He turns, finally, and meets your eyes. For a second — just a second — he doesn’t look away.

And you stand there in your kitchen, his shirt on your skin, watching him in the daylight. Wondering, not for the first time, if he’s capable of loving anyone when he’s sober.

Wondering if that someone could ever be you.

© kysstar

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Me likey

Ateez Fake Texts

The one where you share a drunken kiss with your bestie

OT8 texts

Genres and warnings: ot8 texts, mentions of alcohol (minors do not interact!), fluff, friends to lovers, humor, mature language

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

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Qt

Happy 500! I love reading your works~ It's honestly something I go back here every now and then to re-read. 🥺 Can I request 7 with San and in fake text form? Thank you! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

500 followers event // m.list

prompt 7: “smells like jealousy to me.” // fake texts

warnings: brief suggestive content, jongho’s at the crime scene again (IM SORRY I DONT KNOW WHY I ALWAYS PUT HIM AT THE CRIME SCENE OK), San being a super secure bf and knows his position in your life (we love to see it)

notes: thank you so so much for requesting this. this honestly went in a different direction that I originally planned but I’m not too mad about it. thank you so much for your support and love on my works, I appreciate you!

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Loving it

Ateez Fake Texts

The one where you ask them the break up question

Genres and warnings: ot8 texts, fluff, humor, mature language

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

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OOOOFFF this is cute! I need the maknae line ver asap????

‎‧₊˚✧ bff!ateez texts ✧˚₊‧

requested: you try to set them up with a friend but they have a crush on you

hyung line ver.

warnings: mutual pinning turned into confessions?, some swearing, reader being a lil airhead, uuuh I think that’s it folks

notes: I got a couple of very similar requests so I decided to combine them. please let me know if you want the maknae line ver.! I decided to test out splitting up the members for more detailed requests. If this bombs then I know not to continue lol. also… joongs was long bc it ended up that way ( T_T) it was painful to try to stretch it to three screenshots so the rest of the members are like 2- 2 1/2.

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The proposaaaal! Too cute to handleeee 🤩🤩🤩 been saving this smau to read later since forever and now i finally get to finish reading it. Satisfaction level 1000/100!!! ♥️🙌🏼

Take a Chance with Me || fifteen (finale)

ib Daytime Star

~2 years later~

of course she was upset that cheol's schedule had been so hectic lately, but she too had been drowning in work. sure it was their careers... but their schedules had ruined not only their first relationship anniversary but also their get-back-together anniversary! they were not even in the same country for BOTH of those dates. it was a bit painful but she had to deal with it.

the greetings for the fan meet went really well with her performance being almost perfect (except for her small wardrobe malfunction when her ripped jeans ripped even more than they should) but fans all got even more excited when they saw her in a much more flattering dress.

some of her celebrity friends came to visit her and of course, pretended to be die-hard fans. even the twitter fans @ yn_hrts and others were also present. this was the happiness of being an idol that she remembered.

it was coming to the end of the fan meet. the stack of gifts she had received were all behind her and she was focused on drawing something on a fan's notebook.

when that fan had moved on, she greeted the next person without looking up. "hi! thank you for waiting and thanks for coming! shall i sign something?"

"yea. could you sign this?" the paper before her was filled with text in black and white. without reading the contents she looked up at the person in front of her.

"CHEOL??"

"hello my love."

"what the hell r u doing here?"

"yn, my dear, please read the paper."

she finally looked down.

"oh my god."

it was a marriage certificate.

the whole room was screaming and she looked to her right.

choi seungcheol, the alpha of kpop and the leader of seventeen, her boyfriend, was on one knee holding a small box with the most beautifully intricate ring she'd ever seen.

"oh my god."

"The first day we met, you tripped and fell into me. But it ended up being me who fell for you first. Your laughter, your kindness, and the way you make every day brighter – it all captured my heart. We've been through so much together, shared our dreams, and faced challenges hand in hand. And through it all, my love for you has only deepened. We had our problems and we had our happiness. And now, I only want to bring you tears of joy and not sorrow. Not now, not ever. Those 3 years of distance from you were our darkest times. Now, I want to be happy together. Yn Ln, my love, my happiness, will you take a chance and marry me?"

she was crying. she couldn't believe it. he was proposing? here?

"yn?"

"yes. yes i'll marry you, my cheolie." and she signed the certificate.

"SHE SAID YES!" - hoshi

"oh my god hoshi not so loud!" - seungkwan

seungcheol had planned to be the last "fan" for the day, but in his haste, he had accidentally started queuing too early. so yn had to continue the fan meet for the rest of the fans with him sitting beside her.

"congrats on your engagement, yn-noona and seungcheol-oppa!!"

"thank you."

"oh my god i'm so nervous. bn do i look okay? oh my god." - yn

"yn you look great. don't worry so much" - bn

"yn your hair is out of place at the back." - jae

"thank you jae. see, bn, i don't look great." - jae

"oh my god don't do this right now." - bn

"jeonghan where are the rings oh my god." - seungcheol

"i've told you five times, they are with dino." - jeonghan

"do i look okay? oh my god, i see her dad." - seungcheol

"you've seen her dad so many times..." - wonwoo

"hyung, stop freaking out." - vernon

"i'm getting married, how can i not be nervous?" - seungcheol

"it'd better not be cold feet..." - hoshi

"it's not. i'm just scared that something will go wrong. I want to marry her so badly but what if something goes wrong?" - seungcheol

"we'll be there to sort it out, hyung." - dino

"you're getting married today in the best wedding possible. end of story. stop freaking out." - jeonghan

of course, the wedding went smoothly. cheol's vows made yn cry and yn's vows made seventeen cry. seungcheol was surprisingly very teary when yn put his ring on and he almost burst into tears after their first kiss as a married couple.

the dispatch photographer took so many photos that they had to dedicate almost 10 posts just to this wedding.

when it came to the bouquet toss... who knew that it'd be wonwoo to catch it, leaving mingyu a bright red mess. (luckily the dispatch photographer had left)

they were finally married.

"i'm glad you decided to take a chance with me, seungcheol. because this love we have, you can't find it with anyone else. thank you for loving me, choi seungcheol. today is the day i become choi yn. i've never been happier to be yours."

"thank you, yn, my love, for allowing me to take a chance with you. because you are the one thing i can't lose. i look into your eyes and i see forever. i'm forever yours. i'd be ln seungcheol if you insisted, but seeing how you're so happy to be my mrs choi, i'm so happy i get to call you mine."

-fin-

a/n thank you to those who always commented/reblogged my posts. yall have a special place in my heart!! we are finally at the official end of "Take a Chance with Me" and i hope y'all enjoyed it! do stay tuned for my other smaus!!!!

note to my taglist: please reblog and comment abt the chpt so i know that you're actually reading my stuff.

summary: 3 years after your breakup with seungcheol, you release an album to cope with your still-broken heart. you didn't expose his name but quickly, your fans and fans of svt begin to connect the dots to the past you wish you could relive. little did you know, the man you loved so desperately would begin to chase you back with the same desperation you so very much desired

inspired by: take a chance with me

pairing: idol!choi seungcheol × fem!idol!reader

genre: past relationship, fluff, angst, best friend!booseoksoon, smau, miscommunication, pining, 2nd chance

warnings: implied self harm/depression, hate comments, updates irregular but will finish because i cried when i thought abt this idea

started: 13.12.23 ended: 28.12.23

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