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I’m short of breath Standing next to you I’ll be the dangerous ledge You be the parachute Blue and green below Is a masterpiece But you are beautiful Like I’ve never seen

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I’m short of breath Standing next to you I’ll be the dangerous ledge You be the parachute Blue and green below Is a masterpiece But you are beautiful Like I’ve never seen

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200705 Woozi || Left & Right

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seventeen x mnet comeback show stages

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"Please, Call me Joshua."

Ceo Joshua x Reader

Slightly Nsfw

It was day 1095 of your employment at SVT inc, a company filled with; idiots, bitchy secretaries and an incredibly attractive CEO. Rarely did you catch a glimpse of him, but when you did those few seconds were beautiful. Every Christmas party was spent by you fawning over your boss as Ted from the desk next to yours fed you shot after shot. Unfortunately, the most recent Christmas party was yesterday, and boy were you paying for it today.

Your feet ached as you slipped off your uncomfortable black shoes, tucking them safely away under your desk. It was D-day and these files needed to be printed and sent to the higher ups, your life depended on it. Well maybe not your life but your comfy studio apartment and 2 month old puppy did. The ache from your feet seemed to thread its way up your spine as the back rest of your tattered office chair just wasn’t cutting it anymore. The smell of burnt coffee and desperation clung to the air.

Why I agreed to over time on a saturday I'll never know

Eyes fixed firmly on the data filled screen, your fingers danced across the keys at an alarming rate. Soft pained sigh’s leaving your lips as you shuffle awkwardly trying to ease the tension between your shoulders, only to be stopped by the abrupt bang of a hand meeting the surface of your desk. Adorned in a rotary watch and a single gold ring, it definitely wasn’t Ted from next door who was 54 and an avid nail biter.

“Those files were meant to be on my desk 3 minutes ago.”

The voice was silky and caused a small shiver to vibrate down your aching spine. Unfortunately, the voice also happened to be attached to your walking god complex of a boss. Slowly letting your eyes drift from the screen, you’re first met by the blue crushed velvet of his suit. Ever the exhibitionist, he oozed silent confidence. Unfortunately, this time with a dash of silent rage as he quirked a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you.

“Sorry Mr. Hong I was just emailing them to you, Ted needed help with the graphs, that’s why it’s a little late.”

Stammering over the last few words your voice failed you as you simply gazed up with an expression that read ‘I have a 2 month old puppy to feed don’t fire me’ mixed with ‘why is this turning me on’. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Mr. Hong sighed. The noise sent alarm bells ringing in your already frazzled head.

“My office now, Mrs/Mr Y/L/N.”

“But I should get this emai-“

He cut you off with a wave of his hand, motioning you to follow him towards his office. Praying he wasn’t looking in your direction, you rolled your eyes. Lifting your body from your shitty office chair and smoothing your crinkled trousers. Swallowing whatever pride you had left, you set about following the blue velvet adonise to your demise.

“I saw that.”

Grasping your forearm, you could feel his warm breath against your ear, voice low and filled with unknown threat. Pulling away to brush down his velvet jacket and place his hands in his pocket, he strode away from you. Leaving you with your mouth hanging open like a goldfish, clambering to catch up to him.

You’ve done it now you idiot

Making a mental list of all the belongings you’ll have to pack, you finally reached his door. The golden ceo plaque stared mockingly as he swung open the door, welcoming you in with one quick motion. The air smelled of expensive cologne and bitter coffee, the furniture was neatly organised and a mixture of black and navy blue. Your eyes glanced up at the many awards and certificates that littered the walls, soon to be distracted by the sight of Mr. Hong dragging a chair to sit directly in front of his desk. Leaning with his arms crossed tight against his toned chest he simply nodded for you to take a seat, eyes fixed firmly on your every move.

Sitting down quietly you couldn’t help but notice the rather close half a metre distance between you and the toned figure of your boss, with a soft smirk he leaned forward closing in on the small gap between you.

“Now Mr/Mrs Y/L/N, what should I do with you.”

The words were met with a soft smirk as he placed one finger delicately on his chin, eyes almost mocking as they dragged up and down your nervous figure. Was it just you or did that statement seem, a little more suggestive than it was meant to be. Maybe it was just the excessive heating or the 3 espressos you’d had at lunch but your body seemed to buzz as the words left his silken tongue.

“Um preferably sir I wouldn’t like to be fired, I’ve been with the company for 3 years an-“

Once again, your words were cut short by a dismissive wave as his eyes stayed firmly fixed on your nervous expression. Leaning back against his desk he grinned, the confidence he radiated was getting stronger by the second, met by the soft clench of your thighs and trembling hands. From his lent back position he seemed to drink you in, taking in your appearance with a darkened gaze.

“I’m not going to fire you.”

Those words caused a wave of relief to wash through you, the breath you didn’t realise you were holding escaped your lips. Unclasping your hands you laid them flat out against your thighs, quickly reminding yourself later to say a little prayer to the gods of employment. A soft touch brought you hurtling back to reality as you glanced up at the gorgeous man in front of you, who was now mere centimetres away. His soft lips turned up into a knowing smirk as he curled a tendril of your hair between his finger tips.

“I’ve actually grown rather fond of you Mr/Mrs Y/L/N.”

Fingertips soon met the burning flesh of your cheek, tracing the skin to the corner of your mouth. The scent of his cologne enveloped you as your mind was left dizzy at his featherlight touch. You weren’t sure if this was wrong or sinfully right as you felt yourself instinctively lean into his finger tips. Drawing another smirk from his gorgeous lips. A cold shiver of reality drizzled down your back, You had to pull away before it went too far.

“Mr Hong I don’t think this is righ-”

A throaty chuckle made it’s way from his slightly parted lips, his eyes fixed directly on your own as he inched ever closer. Your head still a whirlwind of what if’s and doubts, but that didn’t stop your body from reacting. He paused halfway; lips dangerously close to your own. Leaning into his presence, you let your eyes flutter shut. If this was wrong, you never wanted to be right.

“Please, call me Joshua.”

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“You can save me.”

Seungcheol x Reader (Apocalypse AU)

Fluff

Three hours.

That’s how long you had been trapped, according to your pocket watch. A simple scavenger trip gone wrong, leaving you hiding in an abandoned RV. The steady groans of the undead sang around you, pressing in against the metal exterior walls of the motorhome. They hadn’t managed to break in: yet.

There had to be at least 20 of them out there; far more than you could hope to take on alone. The boys wouldn’t have had any idea where you are, either. You rushed out that morning in a huff— angry at your partner, Seungcheol. He had been overly protective of you, not letting you go out and scavenge as you loved to.

It’s not safe to go alone, he had said, to be met with your scalding glare. Perhaps he had been right all along.

You hung your head in shame, staring down at your dirty, rough palms. Months upon months of this apocalypse had ruined your once soft skin, hardened your once gentle soul into someone you struggled to recognise. You began to sob silently as the undead scratched longingly against the exterior of the vehicle, all too aware of your presence inside.

Then, out of nowhere, a masculine roar of defiance. The sound of flesh succumbing to fierce combat. You struggled to your feet, peering out of the dirtied window to see the person you wanted most in the world: Seungcheol. His cheeks were flushed with the effort, a drop of blood streaking down his forehead. Without wasting another second you made towards the door, flinging it open and taking advantage of the surprise to cave in the heads of the zombies closest to the RV.

Seungcheol looked up only briefly to see you, relief flooding his features. He then returned to slashing down his foes, a machete in each hand. After what seemed like an age, in reality only seconds, he was by your side. You pressed towards him, leaning up breathlessly to kiss him, only to be met by his large palms pinning you up against the wall of the motorhome.

“Don’t move. Don’t even breathe.” Seungcheol’s breath warmed your ear as his body pressed up against yours, and you could feel as he drew his knife downwards towards your feet in one swift motion.

Crunch,

the sound of the undead’s skull collapsing inwards below you. One had crawled underneath the vehicle to catch you unawares. You grasped onto his shirt, burying your head in his chest, cursing yourself for letting him be the saviour yet again. The musk of his sweat smelled sweet against your nose, after this terrible day drenched in death and rot.

“Inside.” The word came out as a command, no more than a growl. Your feet carried you back into the RV, stumbling forwards onto the sofa. The interior was surprisingly intact, and could once have been considered luxurious. Now it was stained with dust and age.

Seungcheol closed the door behind him and locked it, walking forwards to tower over you with an intent stare. Your heart began to pound as you looked up at him, wondering what he might have to say.

“Running away with a thought, and nearly killing yourself… ah, damn it.” He ran his hand through his hair, fixing you with a glare. “You’re really driving me crazy, you know that?”

Despite yourself, you sank down into your seat, wishing you could disappear.

“I’m sorry.” You replied, voice as small as you felt in that moment.

He sighed deeply, casting a glance out of the window to where yet another crowd of undead was beginning to form in the dusk, attracted by the sound of the ruckus to the two of you had just created.

“We’ll have to stay here until the dawn now, you know. It’s nightfall.” He glanced down towards the bedroom area, and motioned with his head for you to follow him as he walked towards it.

Slowly, you obeyed, walking towards the double bed nestled in the back. It was still crisply made up for a night’s sleep, with the previous owners never having been able to spend a night there. You looked at it sadly for a second, before sitting down beside Seungcheol, not daring to touch him. You twiddled your thumbs nervously, refusing to look him in the eyes.

Seungcheol seemed less worried, kicking off his shoes and settling back on the bed, over the sheets. He stared up at the featureless ceiling, humming a low tune to himself. After a minute he stopped.

“I was so terrified… so terrified of what might have happened.” He said, in a small voice.

Your heart leapt at the admittance, turning to face him. Instinctively you crawled towards him, nestled into his side and felt his arm wrap around your shoulder, drawing small circles on the exposed skin of your arm.

“I only wanted to show you that I’m not defenceless.” You paused, swallowing down the emotion that welled in your chest. “That you don’t always have to save me.” A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you realised the irony of your own situation.

Seungcheol’s hands squeezed you, and his lips found gentle retreat on the top of your head.

“I don’t think you’re defenceless. But I will never stop wanting to save you.” Seungcheol’s fingers found your cheek, tilting your head to look up at him. “If you’ll let me.”

Your lips trembled, your heart feeling at once that you had been foolish to ever doubt the man before you. You leaned up and into him, kissing him deeply with all the fear and desire you had experienced over the past few hours. He returned in full, bringing you fully into his arms and gripping your waist as if you might fall away from him and turn to dust.

“Okay.” Your voice barely peaked over a whisper. “You can save me. So long as I can save you, too.”

Seuncheol broke out into a smile, chuckling deeply and shaking his head. At that moment a howl of wind whipped around the outside of the RV, and you found yourself pulling him even closer. He shook his head and kissed you again, before parting his lips from yours and whispering,

“You already have.”

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the real magic trick is how his eyes sparkle so much ✨

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I’M SPEECHLESS

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S.Coups: call my cheeks chubby one more time!

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yes sir.

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coming back to this blog during lockdown, as if we haven’t been inactive for two years... but the inbox is open! we’re gonna be writing some new and improved stuff. cheers x 

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