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littlepeach-world · 7 months ago

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The Midnight Misunderstanding

Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary: You give in to your late-night pregnancy cravings and slip out quietly, leaving your husband, Hwang In-ho, to wake up in a frenzy when he finds you missing.

Warnings: Angst, Fear of losing someone, grief, pregnancy, cravings, gun, slight fluff, soft-Inho.

Late into the night, you stretch quietly in bed, your mind drifting through sleepy fog and growing sharper with an insistent craving. Turning to your side, you see your husband, Hwang In-ho, sleeping peacefully beside you. The chill of the night air sends shivers down your spine, but the thought of satisfying your craving warms you with determination. The clock reads 2:47 AM.

Knowing how hard In-ho has been working and how much rest he needs, you decide to slip out discreetly, believing you can make it back before he even notices. You pull on a warm coat, gather your essentials, and tiptoe out the door, careful to close it softly behind you.

Hours seem to pass in what feels like minutes. In-ho stirs awake, reaching out to find your side of the bed cold and empty. He blinks groggily, thinking you might be in another room. "Y/N?" he calls softly, expecting a quick reply or the distant hum of your voice.

When no response comes, he rises slowly, the initial calm giving way to a creeping unease. He checks the adjoining bathroom, then the kitchen, and each empty room sends another pang of worry coursing through him. The house feels eerily quiet, and with each step, the calm facade he tried to maintain begins to crack.

As he makes his way through the silent hallways and finds no sign of you anywhere, panic floods through him instantly. Memories of losing his first wife surge into his mind, and the dread of facing the same heart-wrenching loss with you engulfs him like a tidal wave.

Terror grips his chest as he moves more frantically now. "Yeobo?" he calls out again, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife, but only the echo of his own voice answers him back. His heart races uncontrollably as he grabs his phone, his hands shaking with a mix of fear and urgency.

"I can't find my wife," he says, his voice quivering as he speaks to his guards. "Search the building immediately," he commands, his tone rigid and leaving no room for delay. The icy fingers of fear grip his heart, the stakes now higher than ever with the thought of losing you and the baby—his entire world teetering on the brink of uncertainty.

As he listens to the hurried replies of his guards springing into action, he pulls open the drawer beside his bed and grabs his gun, the cold weight of the metal feeling reassuring in his hand. The transformation is swift—his usual calm demeanor gives way to the steely resolve of the Front Man.

He methodically sweeps through the apartment, each shadow and creak heightening his anxiety. Has something sinister befallen you? Could Gi-hun, that determined Player 456, have somehow found you? The uncertainty gnaws at him, each tick of the clock echoing louder in the eerily quiet apartment. His thoughts race wildly, the sense of impending dread building with each passing second.

Just as his mind threatens to overwhelm him, the soft click of the door breaks the silence. He pivots sharply, raising his gun, only to freeze as you step back inside with a small stack of snacks and an apologetic smile. The weight of the moment crashes over him, the relief almost too much to bear.

"In-ho," you start, but the torrent of emotions inside him is already surging to the surface. He lowers the gun, his hands trembling.

"Where were you?" His voice is a mix of anger, relief, and lingering fear. He steps forward, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, ensuring you're really there and unharmed.

"I... I couldn’t sleep," you say softly, holding up the snacks as a peace offering. "I thought some comfort food might help. I’m sorry if I worried you."

He releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, the tension in his shoulders slowly fading. He pulls you into a fierce embrace, holding you as if you might disappear if he let go. The feel of you, warm and real in his arms, does more to calm his racing heart than anything else.

"I thought..." his voice breaks, unable to finish the sentence. The memories of his first loss are still too raw, the pain too fresh.

You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hands, your eyes filled with understanding and love. "I'm here. I’m not going anywhere," you reassure him, gently stroking his cheek.

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. When he opens them, there's a new resolve mirrored in their depths. "Next time, wake me," he pleads softly. "I can't... I won't lose you and the baby. You both mean everything to me."

You nod, your heart aching for the pain he’s been through. "I promise," you whisper, and he takes a deep breath, slowly finding his composure again.

With his arm protectively around you, he leads you back to the bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, reassuring light on your path.

With measured steps, he walks over to the dresser and slides the gun back into the drawer, locking it firmly to ensure it’s secure. The sight of him putting the weapon away brings a greater sense of calm to both of you.

As you reach the bed, he gently guides you to sit on the edge before kneeling in front of you.

His eyes soften as he places his hands on your growing belly, the life inside a beacon of hope amidst his fears. He leans in, tenderly kissing your pregnant belly, a silent vow of protection and love to both you and the unborn child.

"We’re in this together," he murmurs, his lips lingering on your skin. You smile down at him, your hand resting on his head.

Under the covers, he keeps you close, one arm wrapped protectively around you, his hand resting gently on your stomach. The snacks are forgotten on the bedside table as sleep finally takes over, but this time, it’s a peaceful sleep, secure in the knowledge that you’re safe and by his side.

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dms-saggicorn · 1 year ago

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Question! why chibi drawings easier than normal body drawing?

Hmm, I would say so because they tend to be smaller and simpler anony :) less work put into making them, more freedom to make an expressive and effective appearance, and even in some cases more fun!

#dms answers!#almost did a doodle for one bit eh #this ask has been here long enough :p #thanks anony 💜#stop by anytime #alwsys happy to have you hun #sorry for the late reply #the motivation is doing dwindled unfortunately

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thesmithseatmealive · 17 days ago

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Pink Pony Club!

Synopsis. You're the sweet little Huntr/x omega assistant, but you caught the eye of three pink haired alphas. And you're heat is approaching fast and without mercy...

Content. 5.4k words, Alpha Poly Mira, Abby, and Romance x omega reader, smut with plot, sex, foursome, pussy eating, squirting, creampies, marking, knotting, omegaverse, obsessiveness, etc

notes. Mannn im so sorry this is late!! I gave it some plot and kind've went with it- I hope you enjoy it! This is a request from this ask. @pinkpuppipawz I hope this is what you wanted! I worked very hard on it. :)))

“huuuuf, I’m glad that’s over.” Mira groaned.

She slumps over, gladly accepting the water you handed her. Their last concert was finally over, and she’d finally to get to spend some time with her favorite omega assistant. You. Her sweet little oblivious omega. Concert touring was always rough, but it meant more time to see you. So for the sake of seeing you, she’d gladly tour for months on end.

“You guys did amazing!” You squealed in excitement, following the girls as they accepted their refreshments from other staff and Bobby typed away on his Ipad, probably already planning the next tour. This whole tour was exhausting for all of you. Right ahead of you, Rumi turned and smiled.

“Thank you!” She proclaimed, patting your head. A low growl started her hand away from you as she turned towards the offender. Mira scowled,

“Hands off my favorite assistant.” Mira was an alpha. A proud one at that, taking pride in her friends and especially you. You were the only omega in staff as omegas typically didn’t work such high stress and demanding jobs, but times were changing and suppressants were getting better. Sure, it was hard at times, helping Bobby plan and call for arrangements of meet and greets, stage crew and etc.., but it was rewarding. You were highly favored by Huntr/x, always knowing what they needed without them asking. You were an omega, you could tell by scent alone when they needed a break, needed help, or when they were pleased. Mira always had took extreme favor to you. You didn’t mind, it was nice to doted on by such a well regarded alpha.

Rumi chuckled nervously, throwing her hands up in surrender. She turned to continue walking as Zoey laughed knowingly. They knew Mira didn’t like others touching you. All of the staff did. They took it as her simply seeing you as her pack. And you didn’t seem offended by it, only slightly embarrassed at times, oblivious to the deeper meanings.

Mira propped her arm on your shoulders in replacement, walking in turn with you brandishing a smirk. You quickly choked down the purr your omega was working up towards her. You didn’t wanna be weird, she was too kind to scare off with your wild instincts.

“So, you staying with us in the hotel tonight? There’s a guest room or could sleep in my bed hun.” Mira asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You laughed at her oddness, only smiling in return.

“I don’t want to be a bother.” You replied, as the elevator approached. All the girls immediately sighed. You still didn’t get it, did you?

“We like our sweet assistant near! You take such good care of us, Y/n” Zoey said clapping you on the back swiftly, avoiding Mira’s claw at her. Rumi nodded, “Yeah wouldn’t be the first or last time you stayed with us.”

“I feel bad each time-” Your sentence was cut off by Mira dragging you in the elevator that leads up to their rented penthouse for the concert building. She laughed at your squeal of shock, propping her body weight up against you as the girls old Bobby bye. You were just a staple to be by their side all the time. Your sweet omega scent naturally helped them relax. Mira hated to be away from you for more then a couple hours anyway. The staff didn’t like dealing with grumpy Mira so if sacrificing you to stay with them would help, they’d gladly let her kidnap you up into their room.

“Shh, just cmon’. It’s couch time!” Mira pleaded, nuzzling her head into you like a cat. You never minded couch time with her anyways, so what’s a night with her anyways? Girls night, right?

You could only stare helplessly.

The meet and greet was already crazy enough with thousands of fans showing up, but then the Saja Boys drop in? You could practically smell the anger and hate coming from the girls directed at them, along with some other scent you couldn’t quite make out. The smell of Hunt/x being upset was sending your own nerves into overdrive, your inner omega practically wailing at you to calm your alpha friends.

Your hands shook as you rushed to pop more of your supressants behind the crew, if everyone smelled your pheremones they would start rumors. All these fans, screaming, squealing, the intoxicating smell of abnormal strong alphas all in one table, your senses were practically tweaking.

Mira’s eyes caught yours as you quickly walked behind the table a small shy smile on as you handed her a bottle of water. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off.

A hand grabbed yours, nails digging in not enough to hurt but to sting. You snapped your head to the pink haired man looking at you as if you hung the moon.

“You’re a cute little omega aren’t you?” He whispered, making you jerk your hand away in shock. He wasn’t suppose to know. How could he smell it? The suppressants were supposed to keep alphas from smelling it. And they clearly failed, because both the Saja boys on each side of Mira were smirking at you with crazed looks. Scary.

Mira growled, slapping the hand of who she called Romance off of you. “Don’t touch my assistant.”

Her voice has never sounded so serious before. She had always had somewhat of a playful undertone when it came to you. But today she sounded like death incarnate. Romance took his hands off and raised them in mock surrender smirking at you before turning to look at Mira. Abby and him made eye as if communicating something before they smirked unanimously.

Abby propped his hand on his bicep before not so quietly whispering while turning to stare into your soul, “This isn’t over yet little ‘mega.” A sickening sweet smirk on both the pink haired men’s faces. Your nerves were going haywire, trying to decide if this was attractive to you or fear inducing. Mira grabbed your hand and took the water bottle out of it, smiling.

“Thanks sweetheart. Juts ignore these idiots.” She puffed out, smiling at you before baring her teeth at Abby who tried playing with her hair when she turned. You nodded quickly before skirting away, letting your co-workers finish handing out refreshments. Nope. Not today.

The fan meet ended soon enough, with Mira rushing over to you and attempting to try and dote as if you weren’t her staff member. You found solace and calmness in the comfort she offered. But your eyes couldn’t help but follow the Idol group of boys leaving the studio. You shouldn’t be paying attention to them, they weren’t yours to care for. You sole focus should be the idol group you’re paid to help and provide for.

You couldn’t help the way your stomach flipped when the two pink haired alphas turned before leaving, waving their hands at you and Mira as if you were all friends. Smug smirks on their faces as if they knew something you didn’t before they disappeared behind the exit door. Curse this omega body. Why is it reacting like this to your idol group’s practical rivals? Fuck.

You quickly turned around, facing Mira. Her eyes were narrowed on the Exit door as if she could burn lasers through it , then they flicked to you. Her eyes softened. ”Don’t worry about those demons, hun. They think they’re hot shit.”

“Demons? Isn’t that a little harsh Mira? I mean they’re just your music rivals, right?” You responded, confusion in your eyes. The girls laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, right!” Rumi called out, a nervous look on her face. Whatever, maybe they were just really in their feels that “Soda Pop” was close to taking their number one spot.

A week had passed since the interaction with the boys, and Mira had been acting weird towards you. She refused to let you go alone anywhere or even with your other friends, she was acting like a territorial boyfriend or something. It was odd.

What was even worse was that Abby and Romance seemed to be everywhere all of a sudden. At the movies when you and Mira went, the gas station you stopped for slushies at, the back alleyway of the studio.. Of course you had always squeaked and ran off from them, or else Mira would pick a fight and drag you away. Gifts were showing up at the penthouse you stayed at with the girls- flowers tagged for you and Mira. Scented hoodies for you, blankets, and more. Robes and food for Mira. You could tell by scent alone it was from the pink-haired menaces. What was their plan here?

Mira at first threw the gifts away immediately, grumbling and in a bad mood for the rest of the day. But then the gifts got more personal. A signed record from a band Mira liked showed up. Despite knowing who it was from she paused while looking at it, eyes wide, holding it like something sacred. And the necklace that probably costed a months worth of rent in New York , custom designed for you with a pink and red heart in the center.

It was silent when neither of you went to throw away the gifts. It doesn’t mean anything, right?

But your body had been..different here lately. Hot. Heavy. You felt like you were sweating twenty four seven. It wasn’t your heat, that was for sure. You took so many suppressants since you were a teenager to suppress the heat. You hadn’t even experience one before. Sure..maybe it wasn’t the best for your body and health, but it kept you productive. You weren’t ready to be that vunerable for a week.

Today you and Mira were going shopping to take your minds off things. just you two girls. Not as co-worker. But as friends.

The day was going by mostly smoothly until your second hour of walking though the mall, and waves of nausea hit you. A loud groan escaped your mouth, doubling over as your hand covered your stomach. Pain. White hot pain. It was excruciating. Fuck.

Mira’s voice called out to you, and you could feel her shaking your shoulders, trying to ask what was wrong. but her voice seemed so.. distant. Your eyes found hers, blinking back tears of pain. Then the crowds of people. So many people. Staring, coughing, grabbing their noses and walking fastly away from you two. What was going on? You were practically drowning the whole mall in your pheremones. Called by your distressed omega scent, Mira was struggling to think straight. Fuck. She just wanted to eat you out. Right now. On the floor, for everyone to see, public training be damned. Her fist was clenched tight enough her knuckles were turning white.

She needed to get you out of here. To a doctor- she didn’t understand what was happening to her poor sweet omega. Other then she smelt her pain and sweet fucking pussy. She Grabbed your shoulders, quickly guiding you out the exit door to the alleyway of the mall, propping you up against a wall as she pulled out her phone. Fuck- it was dead. She needed help. She didn’t know what to do. You were just standing there, limply, whining in pain. As if you had been shot.

“She’s starting her heat.” A voice called out from behind Mira. The voice slowly pulled you out of the pain trance, looking up to see two mora alphas joining the alleyway. Mira stepped protectively in front of you, wanting to keep you safe. You could only whimper, and your body was screaming in delight. As if everything had clicked finally. All of them here. They belonged. You need them. All of them.

“Back the fuck off from her.” Mira mumbled, summoning a weapon, you didn’t even find it weird considering you were too busy thinking with your pussy. Romance and Abby held their hands up.

”We just want to help.” Romance cooed, his voice a soft purr. It wasn’t mocking. It was sweet, gentle. He wanted you- just like you wanted him so badly. And Abby- and especially Mira. Abby nodded.

“Can’t you feel it Mira? Her body needs all of us. Supressants shoved down her throat are not going to prevent this heat. And we both know you don’t have a knot to give her. This is happening and its happening now.” Abby said, hand waving towards you. Mira scowled, but you could sense the shift in her scent. Sweet. Sexual. mmh.

“Don’t act like you want it as much as we do too, Mira.” Romance said, head tilting and eyes glowing as they got closer. Theirs scents met your nose. romance smelt like fresh flowers and candy, sex and candy as of now. And Abby smelled like the beach- and sex. You sucked in a sharp breath head throwing back. Fuck it hurt so bad. You needed something- someone.

“p-please.. it hurts.” You called, voice barely above a whisper but they all turned to you, attention on you.

Mira looked scared, nervous, unsure even.

“Y/n, I won’t let anyone touch you if you don’t want them too.” She promised. Your eyes lifted to her then the men standing at her back.

For once in your life, you were sure of something. And it was that you needed them. Now.

“I want it. A- ..all of you.” You growled, teeth bared. Trying to make your opinion clear. A deep purr from Abby practically shook the ground. And everything snapped. Mira practically lunged at you, barely holding onto her own self control. Her lips met yours in a fiery passionate kiss, licking your lips, and biting.

Her hand found your neck, carefully manicured nails digging into your skin as she rutted her hips against you. Growls emitted from the boys, their hands finding your body and exploring. All of them working in sync to ease your pain, give you whatever their pretty little omega needed. but it wasn’t enough, just the comfort of your alphas near wasn’t going to do it.

”mmf..More.” You moaned out against Mira’s lips. She was going feral, her breathing uneven and unhinged. Your eyes found abby who smirked, likcing his lips.

“Lets get you to a more..reserved place first.” Romance said, grabbing you and Abby grabbing Mira before you were teleported to a giant bedroom. Not even a chance to look around before you were pushed on the bed by Romance, licking up your neck before his hands started to wonder down. Not before Mira growled, shoving him to the side. “I get first dibs.” She said, claws ripping at your jean skirt, leaving it shreds. You squealed in shock, trying to move away before Abby and Romance joined your sides and held you down for Mira.

Their claws gripped onto your thigh, pulling them apart for Mira to admire. Mira licked her lip, panting. “Fuck. Little pink lace panties barely even fucking cover anything.” She moaned, leaning down, shoving her nose to your bud and and breathing in your scent. You whined, you needed more-

“M-Mira!” You whined out, throwing your head back as she dived into your clothed cunt, lapping up your sopping juices. You tasted like nothing else in this world. And fucking sweet as hell. Mira moaned against your pussy, slurping crewdly on your clit before ripping your panties clean off with her teeth. Fuck. She couldn’t even think straight. Abby’s hands crawled up, making quick work of your shirt into pieces as Romance licked at your neck before his claws tore off your bra.

You were exposed, bare for them to all see. And they were eating it up. The boys both latched onto a nipple, Abby nipping when you held back a moan. The room was heavy with their scent, all of your alphas, surrounding you, and prepping you to destroy you.

Mira licked up a glob of your juices before dipping down and working her tongue into your tight pussy hole, holding your hips to stop you from bucking. Your hand’s found the pink locks of the boys attacking your nipples with their tongues and teeth, Romance’s hand sneaking down to pet your clit while Mira shoved her tongue deep in your cunt.

Fuck- their tongues were everywhere. It was too much-

“m-Mira! Not there-” You cried out, pathetically attempting to jerk away as Mira shoved her tongue deeper, finding your spot and absolutely abusing the fuck out of it. Her nose dug into your clit, creating friction.

“Shh, ‘mega. take it like a good girl.” Abby purred, petting at Mira’s head as she dove in deep into your soaked cunt. Mira purred, causing your insides to practically vibrate. Your hips jerked up in defiance- too much! Only for them to be slammed back down with a loud yelp. Romance’s brought his hand down fast on your clit, smacking it hard. And everything exploded.

‘W-wa! fuck! Wait-” Your body was too sensitive. Your vision went black as your eyes rolled back, and you felt something deep in your stomach snapping. Mira groaned, eyes snapping up to your face. A groan buzzed through your body as juices squirted out of your body, and Mira latched on, drinking it all in as her tongue massaged your gummy walls.

“fuckk, good girl, shh just let it all out. Yeah- thats it, squirt all over her face hun” Romance purred, leaning up to makeout with the side of your neck while Abby groaned palming his hard on. It just kept coming- your body was spasming and jerking and she didn’t stop. Too muc-

She pulled off with huff and loud gulp as she swallowed your juices, half her face soaked with you. Her tongue peeked up to lick her lips, a smirk wearing on her lips.

“Aww my poor baby squirted everywhere.., hmm? God you taste fucking delicious.” Mira groaned, pressing a final kiss on your clit, giggling as you jerked. Your breath was ragged and filled with broken whimper, feeling as if you just went on a rollercoaster, so senisitive- yet you still needed more. The pain had temporarily disappeared but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. More. More more more more more more.

Your alphas could smell it too, they made quick work of their own clothes before moving around. You focused your eyes back on Mira as she climbed up your body, naked. Gods she was breathtaking. Her nipples were perk and her long pink hair was fully down. She had a smirk as she settled her bare ass on your chest, petting your hair.

”hey, be a good girl why don’t cha and suck me off baby?” She cooed, laying your head back as you felt hands spreading your thighs behind her. You nodded- anything for her. Anything to make this pain go away.

Her knees hit the bed beside your head, before she sit her soaking pussy down on your mouth, groaning loudly. You happily latched onto her bud and sucked.

You moaned helplessly into her cunt as you felt not one- but two tongues simultaneously lick a stripe up your pussy. Your hips jerking proved to only get rewarded with a harsh bite into your thigh, but the pain felt too good- A long finger worked its way into your cunt as Mira rode your face, head thrown back, her moans echoing in the hot air. All you could taste was her sweet pussy- and cry from overstimulation as more fingers were added into your leaking pussy.

Abby and Romance both loudly moaned into your cunt with no shame at your taste, you tasted like fucking heaven. Both pumped two fingers, in fighting for more space to suck and slurp. Romance was ready to stay down here all day, eating and licking you up like a lolipop- but it became increasingly clear while you were overstimulated from already cumming, it wouldn’t be enough here soon. Your pain was growing in your stomach, begging for a knot- for more, for them to be inside. And they would have the rest of their lives to spend time licking up your paradise.

They couldn’t spend anymore time scenting your pain. they’d give their omega what she needed even if she didn’t understand it quite yet. Abby lifted up, claws running up your stomach sending shivers straight down to your core. He settled himself beside Mira, licking down her neck and sucking a tit into his mouth with a loud pop. Fucking hell, the sight was too hot. Her nails dug into his hair while she looked down at you, a smirk growing on her face as she chased her high on your tongue, clit rutting into your tongue repeatedly. You suctioned your mouth, cheeks hollowed out around her sopping cunt as you felt something large prod at your cunt.

You think you com just from this- Mira was so beautiful, riding your face and letting Abby mark her chest up. pressure was building in your core as Romance prodded his tip at your entrance before sliding it up and down your slit. You were too distracted by Mira and Abby to process just how big he was. But he would go first to stretch you out for Abby. He doubted your little mind was thinking about how big Abby would be. He whined as he prodded your hole with his tip, slowly sinking his tip in. He was fighting not to just slam in and ravage your insides to shreds. Your heat did most of the work, making sure you could take an alpha and their knot. But fucking hell, you were the tightest thing he’d ever laid hands on. He couldn’t prevent his moans as he held your hips down.

You wanted it so bad yet you jerked your hips up with a loud whine into Mira’s cunt, tear running down your face. Too big- too much! Mira only moaned grinding her hips faster into your face licking her lips. You attempted arching your back away from Romance’s grip only for him to growl, his claws digging in your hips before dragging your hips down and slamming his cock in all the way.

You practically screamed into Mira at the stretch, and his tip kissed your cervix. Mira moaned loudly,

“Poor baby got her mouth full, huh? Can’t speak? Mm..Fuck. Yeha just like that, god I’m close-” She degraded, a cruel smirk on her face. And your cunt practically sung at her words. It was so lewd- Abby licking up her neck, staring at you as Romance bottomed out, hip mushroom tip prodding your cervix as Mira let out a final moan and spammed in your mouth. Her juices dripped into your mouth as she rode her high out with a rumble.

“Such a fucking good girl” She purred, moving off your face with a smug smirk. You whined still trying to adjust to Romance’s dick, looking down and seeing him smirk at you. His eyes were glowing and all you could think about was more. Not why his skin was flicking with weird tattoos. ”Pp-please - I want your knot!” You cried out, pussy drunk. Romance cooed with a smirk, tilting his head.

“Don’t worry your pretty little human head, baby. We’ll take care of your pain.” He whispered, before pulling out and thrusting back in with a might that certainly wasn’t human. You screamed out, neck baring to him as you cried out. His dick was hitting every gummy spot in your walls that you needed too, already leaking out creamy precum deep inside. your moans broke in a gasp when you felt a bulge at the base of his cock already growing, getting ready to knot you and lock his cock deep inside you.

A white hot band so close to snapping in your stomach pulled taut, so close. “please- Romance, I- I need your knot!” You cried, pushing your hips back on his in sync with his thrusts as he groaned.

“f-fuck! She’s so tight, Abs!” Romance cried out, his purple tattoos showing as his knot started to swell. He leaned forward, Abby and Mira giving him room around your neck. His teeth scraped gently against your neck, preparing to mark you. Romance needed to mark you- needed to pump you full.

Your orgasm was approaching fast, and they could all tell as you whined, throwing your head back, and trying to desperately move your hips away in overstimulation only for Romance to slam you back down, grabbing your legs and throwing them up on his shoulder. He kissed your ankle before cruelly snapping his hips back into your tight, tight, center-

“Mmh! You gonna be a good girl and squirt all over my dick? Yeah? Say it to me-” Romance growled cut off from a tight squeeze of your cunt, pressing you deep into a mating press. He made use of your g-spot, rapidly rubbing his throbbing girth into it as he pounded you into practically seeing stars.

“Please- Romance! I-i’m so close-” You cried, saliva pooling out of your mouth as he used his thumb to spread open your fat cunt to watch you take his girthy knot so well.”Such a good girl-such a pretty fucking slut for me- go ahead my love- Cum all over my dick-”

He timed it perfectly.

Exactly on point your sultry cunt exploded with your high- gushing in thick wads on his knot, milking him dry of all his worth. His bulging tip slamming up into your spongy cervix, smacking it repeatedly as he rode you both through your high, holding your bucking hips in place. Romance’s knot swells, locking your cunt to his cock as he snaps his teeth into your neck with a growl, digging them in as you whimpered and twitched, gasping for a breath.

Romance’s fingers dance down your slit, scooping up the mess of a puddle you made with your cum, causing Abby and Mira to groan at the sight. He lifts his fingers up to your mouth, gently prying your lips open and swiping your juices on your tongue.

“Yeah sweet girl, take a taste of what our pleasure creates.” Romance murmurred, gently rutting his hips as much as he could with his knot lodged inside. You could only spill more tears of pleasure as Mira purred, brushing your hair with her fingers.

Abby smiled beside you, his big right hand reaching for your stomach, rubbing it as your eyes closed. The pain of your heat was still there but dull now, more relived. Your omega was basking in the love of the alphas that smothered you as you laid there.

”Aw, look you’re already bulging just with Romance.. Poor thing I wonder how you’ll fit me.” Abby cooed, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose. Your eyes bulged open. “W-what? Are we not done for the night-”

“Far- far as hell from it.” Mira replied.

“barely getting started.” Abby whispered, cruelly pressing down on where Romance’s tip bulged in your stomach, chuckling as you yelped and jerked. Romance smiled, gently popping his cock out of your tight core with a loud groan as his cum dripped underneath you onto the bed.

Before you could even move, Abby grabbed you, pulling you back into his chest. His skin was warm as he grabbed your thighs and lifted them up, standing before you could attempt moving away. Abby chuckled at your squeaks, “Shh- don’t struggle, I’ve got you, I won’t drop you” He cooed as he pressed you into a full nelson.

His cock was standing at attention, prodding at your cunt with his girthy leaking tip. You couldn’t help but whine, helpless and in his full control in this position. Mira crawled lewdly off the bed before dropping in front of you and pressing a soft kiss to your overwhelmed clit. Romance lounged on the bed with a growing smirk, dick in hand as he lazily stroked it while watching.

“heh-0 where you trying to run off to hun’?” Abby purred nuzzling his head into your hair as he used his hips to slide his dick up and down your slit, groaning when Mira licked at both of you. Your hips jerked involuntary at the pleasure, your heat coming back full swing at the pheremones heavy in the room. It smelled like sex and candy.

Then- he snapped his hips up, following yours and slamming his cock into your depths, “See? Don’t you see how good I am to you little human? We’re all take such good care of you and your heat ma.” Abby growled, groaning as your walls squeezed like a vice around his cock, making it oh so hard to even move or breath. “Fuck.”

Mira moaned audibly at the sight of Abby’s big cock bulging in your stomach, pressing harshly into your cervix. “Poor omega- we’ll take care good care of you.” She reassured, running her hand downs your slit and using her other to massage Abby’s fat balls. they were so swollen and full- ready to pump you full. They just wanted to full up their little human.

You gasped, breaths uneven, he was so big- too big. It felt like you were going to explode- but in a good way. it felt so good- your moans turning into a low purr. You couldn’t help it- but your alphas were being so good- keeping you stuffed and pumped. Abby pulled out almost all the way before slamming in, and in, over and over again.

His veins hit all the gummy spots in your spasming cunt, and position let him pound into your g-spot with each mean, mean thrust. Abby snickered at your loud squeals, fighting not to whimper like a bitch. He couldn’t help it- you just felt too good. And Mira was practically ruining both of you as she used one hand to play with your clit and the other to palm at Abby’s balls.

“gah- fuck baby, you keep me squeezing me like this- Your cunt is begging for my knot like she wants it early-” Abby groaned, as you squealed his name, tears spilling down your face, Romance’s cum already forming a ring around his cock as he pumped into you, fast and hard.

Your pussy squelched loud, testifying for it. Your heat was in full swing and you had one thing on your mind- knot. You wanted him to be locked deep into your cunt, ruined and milked for you.

”pl-please!” You whined, words barely coherent, but they knew. Your alphas knew what you wanted- no what you needed.

A wad of Abby’s precum splattered somewhere near your cervix, but he didn’t stop, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Every relentless pap! of his dick diving into your cunt brought you closer and closer to your release, making you drool. Abby licked a swipe up your face before bowing his head into your neck , claws digging deep into your thighs as he bounced you on his cock. His teeth nipped at your neck.

“mmph- i’m gonna knot you so good hun. I swear it-” he promised*. Fuck, you weren’t making it out of this alive, were you?*

His knot started, swelling, growing in your tight crevices. You couldn’t even process a thought before you were squirting, hard on his cock as he growled and bit into your neck, as his dick spurted out wads of cum into your cunt, knot swelling and locking right up against your g-spot. You were trembling and crying as your pussy kept leaking out more juices- and Mira latched on sucking up your cum. Romance groaned form his pace on the bed, squeezing the base of his cock to prevent himself from wasting his cum when it wouldn’t be inside of you.

Abby’s cock was still being milked by your squeezing cunt, spurting and spurting more cum into you as he rutted as much as he could with his swollen knot locked in you. You barely stopped squirting before Romance was standing in front of you, arm wrapped around Mira, and dick swollen and ready for more.

“Think you can take both of us, sweetheart?” Romance cooed, claws petting at your heated face. As Mira grabbed her phone, prepping her camera.

Fuck. You really weren’t getting out of here alive, were you?

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rose24207 · 7 months ago

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Just a Salesman

Summary: Your perfect world shatters when a furious stranger bursts into your home, accusing your loving, devoted husband of being a monster responsible for countless deaths.

Husband!Salesman x reader

TW: swearing, mention of death

A/N: Posting sm today wow. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Pt.2

Masterlist

You always believed in the goodness of people. Growing up in a small, close-knit town had shaped you that way.

You’d been the type to bake cookies for the elderly neighbor down the street, rescue stray animals, and donate whatever you could to people in need. When you met your husband, it felt like a gift from the universe.

He was everything you thought you’d never deserve: charismatic, attentive, and so gentle with you it made your heart ache. He would listen intently to your rambles about work, surprise you with your favorite pastries from the café downtown, and hold you close on cold nights when the world seemed too overwhelming.

You hadn’t known much about his work—“sales” was all he ever said—but it didn’t matter. He always came home to you, and that was enough. You admired how he seemed to understand people so easily, reading emotions and desires with an almost uncanny precision. He was your safe harbor, and you were his soft place to land.

But what made your marriage unique wasn’t just the way he made you feel; it was the way you balanced him. Where he was logical and composed, you were emotional and empathetic. If he brushed off a stranger’s plight with practicality, you’d step in with a warm smile and offer help. He often teased you about your boundless kindness, calling you “his little bleeding heart,” but his tone was always fond.

“You’re too good for this world,” he’d whisper sometimes, brushing your hair behind your ear. You’d laugh, kissing his cheek.

“And you’re my world,” you’d reply, never missing the way his gaze softened.

You were blissfully unaware that the man you loved and trusted so completely was hiding a shadowy part of himself, one that was entirely at odds with the person you knew.

It was a chilly winter evening when your life began to unravel. You’d just finished preparing dinner, humming to yourself as you set the table for two, the flicker of candlelight adding warmth to the cozy living room.

Your husband had called earlier, saying he’d be late, but you didn’t mind waiting.

The knock at the door came suddenly, jolting you out of your thoughts. Expecting it to be a neighbor or a delivery, you opened it with your usual bright smile, only to find a man standing there, his face lined with rage and exhaustion.

“Can I help you?” you asked kindly, though his expression unnerved you.

“You already have,” he muttered darkly, stepping inside uninvited. “Where is he?”

“I’m sorry—who are you talking about?” you stammered, retreating a step.

“Your husband,” he spat, his voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Where is that bastard hiding?”

“I think you’ve made a mistake,” you said gently, though your hands were shaking. “My husband hasn’t hurt anyone. He’s just a salesman.”

“A salesman,” the man repeated with a bitter laugh. He fished a small card from his pocket and slammed it onto the table. You glanced at it, confused by the cryptic design.

“He gave me this,” the man continued. “And because of him, I had to watch people die. Because of him, my friends are dead! You’re married to a killer!”

The words pierced through you like shards of ice. “That’s impossible,” you whispered. “My husband would never—”

“Open your eyes, lady!” he shouted, making you flinch. “Do you even know who you’re married to?”

Before you could respond, the door creaked open again. Your husband stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto the stranger.

“Gi-hun,” he said calmly, closing the door behind him. “It’s been a while.”

Your heart sank as you turned to your husband, his usual warmth replaced with a cold, calculating smile you’d never seen before.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Go to the bedroom,” he said softly, but there was an edge to his tone that made your blood run cold.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Not until you tell me what this is about. Why is he saying these things?”

The room was tense, the air thick with unspoken truths. Gi-hun’s fury burned hotter as he stepped closer.

“She doesn’t even know, does she?” he sneered. “You’ve been lying to her this whole time.”

Your husband’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t her concern.”

“She’s your wife! She deserves to know the kind of monster she’s married to!”

“Enough,” your husband snapped, his voice firm but not raised. He turned to you, his expression softening just slightly. “Go upstairs, sweetheart. Please.”

You stood frozen, torn between obeying the man you loved and demanding answers. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision as the image of your perfect life began to crumble around you.

Thank you for reading!

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yuujiologyy · 6 months ago

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thinking about collecting debt from gi-hun another way.

the mans hair was a mused sweaty mess with some stray pieces sticking to his forehead. gi-huns chest heaved, hungry for air hoping to clear his mind. it felt his senses went haywire, he was feeling all the wrong emotions!

and unmistakably there’s a tent in his pants, he’s hard.

“masochist bitch gi-hun likes it rough, huh?” you crowded cover him in the small bathroom. gi-hun attempted to scoot away but his back hit the wall with a thud.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about…” he looked away not daring to look in your eyes, he could practically see the lust spilling from them.

the air was thick around the both of you, making his head feel stuffed with cotton. that had to be why gi-hun didn’t feel scared, he felt aroused.

“then whats this guy doing awake, hmm?” you leaned into his personal space, giving his cock a hard squeeze. eliciting the most delectable mewl to slip from his lips.

“look at you… all hot n' bothered from getting a little roughed up. is this what you wanted gi-hun? to be put in your place like this?”

he whimpered and shook his head pathetically yet he couldn’t muster the words to deny your claims.

"it's alright, i know just what to do with sluts like you.”

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"mmph-, you can't suddenly go that deep, sir, you’ll ruin me–!”

gi-huns face contorted into bliss as he came for the umpteenth time adding to the mess of bodily fluids coating both your bodies. your pace on his hole was unrelenting, obvious that you we're using him to chase your own release.

"y'know, the term 'punishment' isn't supposed to mean you enjoy it.' you sighed, rubbing a hand over your head. "what to do with a slut like you.."

"m' s-sorry, sorry sir!" gi-huns nails dug into your biceps, the only thing anchoring him from falling into a subspace even though it was probably too late to worry about that. from their perch on your shoulders, gi-huns legs shook vehemently.

you placed a hand on gi-huns stomach, almost cumming from the feeling of your cock bulging his stomach. "fuck baby, with such a slutty body like this you could make back the money you owe me in a few days."

"but do i really want to share you?" you faked contemplation before grabbing gi-huns face in your hand. his cheeks squished together, pursing his lips. "tell me gi-hun," you leaned in, barely an inch away from his lips. "do you want to be everyones slut?"

he made a broken gurgle sound in his throat in reply, eyes glazed over and unfocused. he was too fucked out to reply. how adorable.

"well good thing you have me to make the choice for you." you bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder as a way to stake your claim on the man. "from this day onward, you're my bitch till you pay off what you owe me. it's a pleasure to be working with you, gi-hun."

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bluem1lls · 6 months ago

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Hey I was wondering if you could do a se-mi fic where the reader is really sweet/kind and is apart of Gi-hun's group in the games. So when se-mi starts flirting with her the boys go all big brother/dad mode and start getting protective. I just think it would be funny to see Dae-ho and Jung-bae doing their goofy marines bit, while se-mi is absolutely unimpressed and sassy and the reader is just watching from afar happy that they're all 'getting along'. Thank you and I love your writing <3

✧₊⁺ i'd do it all again

✦ synopsis: she's very willing to flirt with you, even if there's two are always there to try to stop her from doing it!

tw: pure fluff!

authors note: hiiii, its short but its a week update and im DEAD so dhhdhdfh i hope u like it!!! tysm for the request💓💓

-> "fuck" my head hurts from the impact as i open my eyes to see a girl.. on top of me. her eyes widen as she tries to stay still. her arms keep my body trapped underneath her.

"shit- i'm so sorry" she whispers slowly, trying to not get caught by the doll from the game.

as i can hear it say 'green light' once again. she stands up quickly, lending me her hand as we start running. i can see my brother's eyes moving across the entire room trying to find me because he lost me out of his sight. when he does, he lets out a big sigh as he runs to my side, staying still as we hear the 'red light'.

-> once we're get to the finish line, i lay on the floor, exhausted. my eyes try to find the short haired girl. i stare as i see her bent over, trying to catch her breath.

"you're not allowed to leave my side, ever" dae-ho, my brother, grabs my shoulders as i rolled my eyes. "i'm serious."

"i know, i'm sorry. a girl tripped over me."

as we turned around to head to the main room, i see the girl's eyes follow me until we arrive.

-> as we're done voting, my brother, being the social butterfly he is, already got us a group.

i sit besides gi-hun as i stare the surroundings. i can feel my brother's arms around me as i groan. the girl who fell on top of me stares, quickly removing her eyes of me as i find her sight.

-> and i try multiple times to talk with her, but everytime i seem to get somewhat close, she's moving around as i frown. maybe she's awkward after the way we met but, i'm still curious.

-> as the second game begins, we get together until they announce 'group of 5'. their eyes widen as in-ho tries to move aside, i grab him as i shook my head no. i turn to leave as dae-ho grabs my arm, serious.

"there's no way-"

"listen, i'll be fine. i have an idea. i promise i'll be fine."

"no you liste-"

it's too late, because i'm already running to the pierced girl as she stares up and down at me with a smirk. great, finally an excuse to talk to her and i know she can't run away this time.

"you owe me. and i need a group" i said to her as she scoffed in amusement.

"oh? i owe you?"

"you fell on top of me!" i reply as she hums, playing with her lip piercing.

"what's wrong with your boyfriend's team?" she lifts an eyebrow as i stare wide eye. boyfriend???

"that dumbass?!" i point at dae-ho."he's my brother, ew."

her expression turns into a surprised one, quickly returning to her normal one. was that why she was avoiding me this whole time? i chuckled softly as she did too.

"oh- right. sorry. so um, let's go get three more people" she says, turning around as we see the purple hair guy coming in our direction. we both stare at eachother at the same time, smiling.

great.

-> as we pass the second same, i sit with them, waiting nervously for my brother and the group's return. i see them arrive with a smile as i get up to throw myself into his arms as he hugs me tight. i hug every one of them, happy to see them again.

-> as the night comes, i eat my food while chatting with the group until i see a someone in front of me. i lift my gaze to meet her brown eyes.

i lift my eyebrow as i slowly smile. "hi"

"hey.. thought you could use the company" she said with amusement, sitting next to me. "and, you never told me your name.."

as i tell her, she replies with hers. se-mi.

"pretty name for a pretty girl" i chuckle at her poor attempt to flirt as she laughs with me.

i feel arms wrap around me as i turn my head. of course. i roll my eyes as i sigh.

"hello ladies. i'm dae-ho" he says (to se-mi, mostly) with a serious expression as she stares unfazed and gives him a head nod. "her brother, but you probably guessed since we have the same 'pretty face', like you said." he tells her, trying to put his most 'older brother' face as i elbow him on the ribs.

"get out, oh my god you're so annoying" i said removing myself from his grip as he stares, offended.

"i'm trying to look after my little sister! you can't date someone from this game"

"we're not dating! leave!" i whisper/shout at him as he stares like a puppy while i push him out.

"i was in the marine, by the way!" he tells to her, turning around one last time as she smirks.

i sit again besides her as i huffed. she smiles, amused.

"so that was.. interesting" she plays with her lip piercing, the smirk never leaving her lips. i nod as i stare away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "does that mean every time i'll try to talk to you, you'll have a bodyguard?" she chuckles as i nod, embarrassed.

"i mean.. probably"

she hums as her gaze meets my eyes.

"i can do that."

and she means it.

-> and as the days go by, we become closer and closer. hugging eachother everytime we see the other one survived the game, teaming together and staying all night talking.

and she's so pretty, that it doesn't feel surprising when she's making me blush from staring too much, or when i get butterflies everytime she whispers sweet things to me because she knows i love it.

-> and after one specific hard game, i realize i wanna spend every little minute with her. too scared to loose her, i'm asking her to bring her mattress besides mine. as i'm helping her to move it, i can see two people standing in front of us, staring to see what we're doing.

"are you two sleeping together? i don't think thats a good idea." jung-bae says as my eyes widen. "you look like a good young girl, but we can't trust too much" he says to se-mi as this one stares and gives him a soft chuckle.

"that's true. sleeping together is a step too far. are you two dating?" my brother nods at jung-bae's words as i cover my face in embarrassment.

"not yet" she smirks at my brother as his eyes widen.

"can you two just... shush away?" i murmur to them, staring at both.

they look at each other as i move them softly aside.

"i can't believe the disrespect we face. from two young girls" jung-bae says as dae-ho nods.

-> and as the night comes, we lay side to side while talking.

"i really like this.. spending time with you" she says, making me smile. i feel her cold hands with the rings cup my face as i stare at her. "do you think your brother's awake?"

my expression turns into confusion. "um.. no? i don't think so?"

"good" she mumbles against my lips as she kisses me. i let out a soft moan in surprise as i melt into the kiss.

"i knew you weren't a good girl!" my brother jumps from the bed, his finger pointing to se-mi, making us break from the kiss to stare him.

"oh my god where you spying this whole time? you're a fucking-"

"hey careful!" he says, his finger now pointing at me. "now. if you want my sister, i will make your life a living hell" he warns se-mi as she lifts her arms, smiling.

"she's worth it" she says as we both stare at her.

-> and he means it. because even when we leave the game after voting 'x', she warns me many times i'm not allowed to disappear now that she's attached. not like i was going to. but wherever i go, he's also always there too.

and all the guys are also there. even gi-hun, jung-bae and in-ho, warning her every step of the way, as me and jun-hee chuckle. and se-mi starts loving them too, because she's sure she won't be able to get rid of them (she tried!)

with our poor relationship with our father, jung-bae ends up turning into more of a father figure to us, being the one supporting my brother through everything, but also being there for me everyday.

and with time (a lot of family dinners we have together) they start to soften up for her.

-> so it's not a surprise when a few years later, at our wedding, she takes a video of how our life together has been and a video of my brother and jung-bae shows up.

"are you- are you asking us for our blessing?" dae-ho sobs as jung-bae seems to be suppressing his tears. i can hear her laugh, although i can't see her because she was the one recording the video.

"i don't think i would be able to go through it if i didn't" she says, softly.

they're both crying now as they hug her.

"i knew you were the one!" jung-bae says, sobbing like a baby while she laughs.

"we knew it! that's why we went easy on you!" dae-ho says, wiping away his tears.

"yeah, i figured" se-mi says, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

i turn to the side to hug her while i kiss her, laughing as dae-ho and jung-bae stare at the video, blushing red.

"we agreed that was a secret!" jung-bae says, embarrassed as gi-hun hugs him with a chuckle.

"that's-that an edition. se-mi! you said you wouldn't play that" dae-ho says to her as she shrugs.

i cup her face on my hands as she laughs. her gaze meets mine. "i love you so much." my stare filled with love like the first day i met her.

"mh, i love you so much too. happy family, happy wife and happy life right?"

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koyagifs · 20 days ago

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free

pairing:: seonghwa x reader genre:: angst | au:: non idol | college au | lovers to exes synopsis:: all the secrets that keep me in chains, and all the damage that might make me dangerous. word count:: 2 k warning(s):: emotional neglect, quiet breakup, fem!reader.

It started off small—little things. Things you could shrug off, tell yourself weren’t worth overthinking. He’s just friendly, you'd say. That’s who he is. That warmth, that charm, that easy way he made everyone feel special… it’s what you loved about him. What you fell for.

But love starts to feel a little different when he's constantly rescheduling.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Something came up—can we reschedule?”

“Hey, hun. This session ran late—can we reschedule?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, princess. I totally forgot. Can we reschedule?”

At first, you laughed it off. Because that’s what you do when you love someone—you make space. You make excuses for them. You understand. But understanding turned into waiting. Waiting turned into wondering. And wondering… turned into doubting.

Now you catch yourself staring across the room, watching him lean in too close to her again. Her. The one he told you not to worry about. Over and over again, like if he repeated it enough, it’d become true. Like you were the crazy one for even questioning it.

you try not to be that person—the one who doubts, who checks phones, who reads too far into every smile. But God, it’s hard not to when you can see it so clearly now. The way his eyes soften around her. The way his smile lingers just a second longer.

He doesn’t cancel on her.

He doesn’t forget her.

And maybe that’s what hurts the most. Not the lies. Not the missed dates. But the slow, quiet way he stopped choosing you.

So you started to pull away—not loudly, not all at once. Just little steps backward. Small silences where there used to be laughter. Delayed replies instead of excited ones. You hoped he’d notice. Hoped he’d look up one day and realize you were slipping through his fingers. That maybe—just maybe—he’d reach for you again.

But he didn’t.

And as you stood out in the pouring rain, watching him rush toward her, his jacket already halfway off, an umbrella in his hand—not even seeing you on the other side of the street— your heart sank.

He used to do that for you.

Your shoulders slumped as your tears mixed with the rain, cold and unnoticed. You didn’t call out to him. Didn’t make a scene. You just stood there, soaking, watching the last piece of him walk away with someone else.

And in that moment, you realized: You weren’t losing him.

He was already gone.

You picked at your food, barely tasting it, the fork moving more out of habit than hunger. Seonghwa sat beside you, laughing easily with his friends—like nothing was wrong. Like you weren’t falling apart quietly beside him.

His hand rested on your thigh, the same spot it always had. Once, it used to spark something in you. Warmth. Comfort. Reassurance. Now it just felt cold. Foreign. Like a habit he hadn’t broken yet.

You flinched at the sound of her laugh from across the table. That soft, sweet laugh he used to say made his day. You used to think he meant your laugh.

You swallowed hard, the food suddenly like lead in your stomach. Your appetite had long since disappeared—right around the time you started noticing the way he looked at her when he thought you wouldn’t see.

He leaned in to whisper something to you, but his voice sounded distant, muffled behind the noise in your own head. You nodded anyway.

Because what else could you do?

You were still his, technically. But he hadn’t felt like yours in a long time.

“Say, Y/N, how’s the lyric writing going?” Hongjoong asked casually, eyes flicking over to you as he noticed the way you were just picking at your food.

Your head shot up, startled by the attention. Seonghwa glanced over at you too, his brows pinching together.

“Oh—uh… it’s going well, I guess,” you mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Writing?” Seonghwa repeated, his voice low with confusion. “I didn’t know you were working on lyrics this year.”

You gave him a tight smile, the kind you’d mastered lately—half-hearted and tired. “Didn’t really come up.”

Hongjoong leaned forward slightly, his tone brightening. “She’s got some real talent. You should hear some of the stuff she’s been working on. Actually—hey, you want to join Mingi and me in the studio tonight? We could really use your input.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Really? I mean—”

“Oh my god, Seonghwa, we have that recording session today with the agent!” Her voice cut through the table like a knife, high-pitched and urgent as she leaned in from across the way.

You stopped mid-sentence. Just like that, swallowed whole by the conversation.

Your lips pressed into a thin line as a wave of congratulations erupted around the table. Everyone turned to Seonghwa, clapping him on the back, offering their praise. Even Hongjoong’s smile faltered, his gaze flicking uneasily between you, Seonghwa, and her.

Seonghwa let out a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks, guys,” he said, his voice tight but polite. “Really appreciate it.”

Then he glanced at you. As if suddenly remembering you were there.

“Thanks, but I promised Y/N I’d take her out to dinner tonight,” he added quickly, reaching under the table to squeeze your hand.

His grip was firm—like he was trying to ground you. Or maybe just anchor himself.

You pulled your hand away almost immediately, voice steady but cool. “It’s fine. An agent is a big deal, Seonghwa. You should go.”

The words hung in the air between you—polite, but edged with something sharper. A quiet refusal disguised as understanding.

He looked down at the table, caught off guard by your sudden distance. For a moment, the confident smile slipped, flickering like a crack in his carefully held facade.

The girl smiled widely across the table, eyes bright with excitement. “Great! This works out perfectly! We can go to the recording, and Y/N can go with Hongjoong and Mingi to their studio.”

You forced a polite smile, but inside, the walls felt like they were closing in. Seonghwa glanced at you, caught somewhere between surprise and resignation—like he hadn’t expected this plan to leave you out.

And just like that, you were the one left behind in the conversation.

Quietly, you slipped away from the table, your presence fading into the background like you were invisible. Tears welled up behind your eyes, but you bit your lip hard to hold them back. Pulling your hoodie over your head, you avoided every pair of eyes you were sure were watching—judging.

Envy and hurt coursed through you like a slow-burning fire. Seonghwa never mentioned the agent. Not once. And you knew how much this meant to him—how it was the dream he’d chased for years. To be picked up. To be an idol. To sing.

That he hadn’t shared it with you made the ache sharper. Like you were standing on the sidelines of his life, watching the one thing he wanted most slip just out of reach… And it wasn’t because he didn’t care. It was because he didn’t choose you to be part of it.

You had little hope that Hongjoong or Mingi would come for you. Seonghwa was long gone—no whispered “I love you” left on his lips as he was pulled away by the girl.

You didn’t even bother waiting. Already, you were walking away, head down, pulling your hoodie tighter as you made your way toward your dorm— away from the noise, the laughter, and the space where you no longer felt like you belonged.

That was until you felt a tug on your arm.

You turned to see Mingi standing there, eyes searching yours with concern. Hongjoong stood just behind him, his expression warm but curious.

“Where are you going?” Mingi asked softly. “Didn’t you want to join us at the studio?”

Their presence was unexpected, like a small crack of light in the darkness that had settled around you.

You were speechless, caught off guard, and Hongjoong couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips.

“Did you think we were going to stand you up?” he asked, teasing but kind.

You knew he meant well, but the words still hit a raw nerve.

“I’m used to it,” you said a little too quickly—too sharply.

You saw the two boys recoil, their smiles faltering as they registered the weight behind your words.

“Shit, Y/N—I did—” Mingi started, his voice catching with regret.

“It’s okay,” you interrupted softly, forcing a small, genuine smile. “I’d love to join you guys in the studio.”

Hongjoong was flipping through your lyrics book while you and Mingi played around with some beats, switching back and forth on what to change and add.

“These are so… sad but good, Y/N,” Hongjoong said softly, handing the book back to you.

You nodded, offering a small, grateful smile—one he didn’t miss.

He picked up the microphone and held it out toward you.

“I think I have a good melody for the latest one. Want to give it a go?”

You hesitated for a moment, fingers curling protectively around your lyrics book. “Actually… do you have an acoustic guitar?” you asked, your voice quiet but steady.

Hongjoong’s eyes softened as he nodded, signaling Mingi without a word. Mingi gave you a small grin and disappeared into the back, already knowing exactly which one to grab.

Your heart was pounding, nerves coiling tightly in your chest. But maybe—just maybe—this was what you needed. Not the perfect take. Not the spotlight. Just a chance to be heard.

You were at the celebration party.

Seonghwa had been picked up just weeks after that recording session—the same week your own track with Hongjoong and Mingi had started gaining quiet attention online. Everyone was buzzing, drinks were flowing, and laughter echoed off the walls.

You stood near the edge of the room, red cup in hand, letting the bitter tang of whatever was inside ground you.

Across the space, you saw her. Nestled comfortably by Seonghwa’s side like she belonged there—like she’d always belonged there. Her hand rested casually on his arm, her smile radiant, and he… he didn’t seem to mind.

He looked good—confident, glowing under the soft lights, the kind of shine that came from dreams finally within reach.

You hesitated for a second, then walked up to him, fingers gently tugging at the edge of his sleeve.

He turned almost instantly, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. And for a brief second, it felt like the world quieted—like the music, the voices, the lights all faded into the background. He leaned down instinctively, close enough that his lips brushed yours in a near-miss. Familiar. Automatic.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the bass pulsing behind you.

His smile faltered—just a little. Subtle, but enough for you to see it.

He laced his fingers with yours, and for a second, it felt like maybe he would choose you. Maybe he still could.

But before he could say anything, she was tugging him back.

Her smile twitched when her eyes dropped to your joined hands. “We have to get a group picture!” she said brightly, though her voice was a little too sharp around the edges.

“Just give me a minute, I’ll be—” he started, glancing between you and her.

“Come on, it’s just a picture, Hwa,” she cut in, tugging him again, her fingers curling tighter around his arm.

And just like that… you felt him slipping again.

But instead of letting go, Seonghwa pulled you with him, his hand settling on your waist as everyone began to position themselves for the photo.

You stood still, frozen in place, eyes glazed as you stared somewhere just past the camera. You didn’t smile. Couldn’t.

You didn’t even see it happen—only felt it.

The absence.

Her hand cupping Seonghwa’s face. The soft laughter. And then the kiss.

His hand… slipping away from your waist.

You pulled back instinctively, stumbling a little as the space you once occupied was filled without hesitation. No one stopped you. No one reached for you.

But a few eyes lingered—some filled with concern, others with pity.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t make a scene. You just offered a small, sad smile to the ones who noticed. The kind of smile that said I’m fine, even though everything inside you was splintering.

And then, without a word, you turned and reached for your coat.

Because if he couldn’t hold on to you… you’d learn how to let go.

#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader angst #seonghwa angst #ateez seonghwa #Park seonghwa x reader #Park seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #ateez x reader #🔍 ─── 𝐂𝖱𝖮𝖬𝐄𝖱 𝐒��𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒’#ateez network

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deadlychansaw · 7 months ago

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— hope

pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x reader

warnings: vomiting, no use of y/n, bit angst, pregnancy, it happens during ep 2 s2

a/n: omg first time writing something like this, i hope someone enjoy this 🫣

00:30 was the number sparkling in neon red in her bedside watch. She couldn't stop looking at it. She couldn't sleep. How could she? The bed too big and cold for her to be alone, she missed her husband. Where was he?

She thought that after the coma he would retire and live peacefully with her, maybe in some cabin in the woods with two kids and a dog. this thought alone made her want to tear up.

She knew being a police officer was dangerous, so every time he wasn't home she feared that something had happened. This made her want to throw up, and she did.

That was unusual for her, maybe... no. It couldn't be. But when was the last time she had her period again? It was nine days late, this was also unusual. How haven't she noticed it?

00:45. She couldn't wait until morning so she picked up her car and went to a 24h open drugstore

"Do you need any help, miss?"

"I want a pregnancy test"

"Are you alright, dear?"

She hadn't noticed that small tears started to run down her face.

"I will be"

As the old lady gave her the test she smiled sympathetically and said:

"I'm sure you will. You don't need to be afraid"

" My husband is a cop" She felt the need to reply

"Oh, I see. But you will be fine, dear. I felt the same when my husband fought in war."

This time, she didn't reply.

She got home after speeding the car a little more than necessary and running a few red lights and went straight to the bathroom to do the goddamn test.

Palms sweaty, hands shaking and feet stomping in circles. It hasn't even passed the three minutes the test needed to be ready, just a few more seconds and...

oh.

Positive. p-o-s-i-t-i-v-e.

She was pregnant and wasn't even sure her husband would return home. Where are you Jun-ho?

"Babe, why are you sleeping on the couch?"

His voice reached her ears like the light in the end of a dark tunnel.

"I was waiting for you"

"My love, you know you don't need to"

"But I wanted to. Where were you?"

"I was in some kind of a car chase, but they shot in my tires"

That made her eyes open wide. "What? Chasing who? Are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt. I wish I could tell you everything but i don't wanna put you at risk"

"I accepted the risk the day i accepted to be your wife. Please tell me. I'd rather know what i'm scared of"

"I guess you're right"

So he tells her everything. The games, his brother, his plan with Gi-hun. Everything.

"That is awful. Unbelievably awful. How can some people be so disgusting and evil? Gosh, that makes me sick"

She ran to the bathroom and started to vomit in the toilet, he ran after her and held her hair.

"Are you okay? I know it's s lot to process"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry for this, now you'll never want to kiss me again."

"There's not a world where i wouldn't want to kiss you" He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "But let's brush those teeth, shall we?"

Jun-ho gets up to put toothpaste in her toothbrush and give it to her.

"I don't know what i did to deserve you, Jun-ho"

"I am the lucky one here, babe. You're still here with me after everything i told you."

"i'm not leaving your side. Never."

He picks her up in bridal style.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting my wife to bed, as i should"

He really was the sweetest thing in her life, she needed to tell him already. All the what-ifs started coming to head again what if he doesn't want a child? what if he doesn't have time to form a family? what if he never come back home anymore?

"Babe, are you crying?"

"Do you really need to search for that island?"

"I do. These games need to stop."

"I don't want anything bad happening to you"

"I promise it won't. I will always come back home to you" He seals the promise by joining their lips in a long, slow and passionate kiss.

"Jun-ho, I need to tell you something but i'm so afraid of how you're gonna react."

"You don't need to be afraid, my love. I'm always here for you no matter what"

"I- I am pregnant" She doesn't wait for him to answer. " I know it's not the right time, and maybe you don't even want to be a dad and-"

She sees that he opened his characteristically big and warm smile, one that lights up her whole world.

"Are you... happy?"

"Are you kidding? Babe i feel like the luckiest guy of all South Korea. I'm so happy. Oh my god, i'm gonna have a daughter "

That made her chuckle.

"We don't know if it's a girl"

"Oh i'm sure of that. We need to celebrate"

"Celebrate? At this time? How?

"Hmm, i can think of a few ways..."

And she had a feeling she haven't felt in a while. relief. Hope.

#hwang jun ho #jun ho x reader #squid game #squid game x reader #jun ho squid game

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stlllle · 1 month ago

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Headcanons: Dating Gi-hun… Before and After the Games.

Note: Please don’t be mad at me, I’ve only watched Season 1 and 2 once, so if I got something wrong about the character… I’m really sorry!

Masterlist –[link]

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💛 Before the games (phase: messy but kind-hearted boyfriend)

Dating Gi-hun was… chaotic.

He was that type of boyfriend who forgot important dates…

But would show up the next day with a ridiculous plush keychain like:

"I’m sorry… but… this kinda reminded me of you."

(It was ugly. But you still kept it.)

Always late for your dates.

Sometimes broke.

Sometimes with random bruises from god knows what.

(Usually from some stupid bet or a drunken fall… classic Gi-hun behavior.)

His jokes?

Terrible.

Dad-joke level.

But he’d stare at you with that stupid grin until you laughed anyway.

Kisses were messy.

Sudden.

In the middle of the street.

At bus stops.

Tasting like cheap coffee and convenience store mint gum.

He loved back hugs…

"You busy? Can I… just stay here like this for a bit?"

Complained about life 24/7.

His job… his debts… his mom… the universe…

But at the end of the day…

He always came back to you.

After fights…

He’d look at you with those guilty puppy eyes…

Fidget with his pockets… run a hand through his hair… and whisper:

"I’m an idiot… right? But… you still love me… right?"

(And yeah… you did.)

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🩸 After the games (phase: breathing ghost)

The smile?

Gone.

The jokes?

Dead.

Now… he spends hours sitting on the porch… staring at nothing…

Cigarette burning between his fingers…

Sometimes he doesn’t even notice it’s out until it burns his skin.

Nightmares? Constant.

You wake up to him mumbling names… curling up… crying under his breath.

(When you try to wake him… sometimes he pushes you away… violently… like he’s still fighting for his life.)

Touches are… calculated now.

Slow.

Like every hug might be the last.

He only touches you when he really needs it.

When the world feels too heavy again…

And all he can do is pull you close… way too tight… like he’s scared you’ll disappear too.

Kisses?

Rare.

Sad.

Always tasting like cigarettes and guilt.

When you try to bring up the games…

He shuts down.

His eyes… distant.

"I don’t want to talk about it."

"But Gi-hun… you disappeared for months… I just want to underst—"

"I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"

(Silence.

He leaves the house.

Comes back hours later… red-eyed… saying nothing.)

Money?

He hoards it now.

Hides cash in weird places.

Under the bed. Inside the oven. Behind books.

Paranoia? Off the charts.

If you don’t reply to a text fast enough…

He calls.

Three times.

If you leave the house without telling him…

When you come back…

He’s waiting by the door.

Looking at you like you almost died out there.

Sometimes… in the middle of the night…

He wakes you up… just to ask:

"You’re… still staying, right?"

Like any second…

You might leave too.

On rare good days…

He tries to make you smile again.

Makes you terrible coffee.

Attempts a bad joke.

Runs a hand through your hair like he used to…

But his eyes…

God… those eyes…

Still carrying a sadness you’ll never fully erase.

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❤️‍🩹 But deep down… somewhere… he’s still Gi-hun.

That same idiot…

Who gave you a stupid keychain…

Who hugged you in the kitchen…

Who laughed too loud at his own bad jokes.

He’s just…

Trying to survive now.

In his own… broken… way.

#squid game headcanons #seong gi hun #gi hun x reader #squid game x reader #squid game #k drama x reader #kdrama x reader #kdrama #kdrama fanfic #kdrama imagine #gi hun #angst headcanons

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rewh0re · 2 years ago

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thank you hana 😭 those were from a year ago i think when i didn't have much of an artstyle :D -🍡

I checked out your recents too and they were pretty good!!! You're so talented they were honestly really nice!!!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶

#hana's mails 💌#sorry for the late reply hun:((#today has been quite a drag #from : 🍡 anon ❃

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ohmylcve · 10 months ago

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Everytime Jonathan was back in town, Rylah would take the opportunity to get along to whichever task he would need to do. She wasn't a high-maintenance kind of girlfriend anyways: as long as he enjoyed his time with her and as long as he wanted her around, she truly believed things would develop as she would like. If it wasn't, then a simple conversation would do. It was just that easy, no tricks between them.

Their bond wasn't something new anyways, so being his girlfriend was no more than being his closest friend but with benefits. It was great, and also, having him for herself was her truest and deepest secret, until a point that it didn't need to be a secret anymore: the reciprocated feeling arose between them, Jon took his move and Ry accepted him with arms wide open. "Uh? Oh." she chuckles a bit, smiling at Miss Aggy and Mrs. Kim, noticing only in that moment how unaware she was of what he was saying. "I'm still wondering if I should take those peaches. Though of making us a dessert but I never tried any with peaches. What do you think?"

@ohmylcve

It was good to be back in town. Jonathan always enjoyed spending time with his Grandfather. But today he was with his girlfriend, Rylah. Sure they were only together to do some shopping at the town market, but just being with her was enough for him. Shopping for now, homecooked dinner and a movie later was the plan.

He'd always held a flame to her since they were kids, but never acted on it until recently. Work abroad, her usually being with someone else, and the fact that he only had ever spent the summer here as a kid had always made the idea unobtainable. Though, in the small town, news of anyone dating spread fast, and the ladies at the stall were asking too many questions.

"Thank you Miss Aggy, Mrs. Kim... You've always got the best stuff. But we have to get going. And I'll make sure Pops know about your Rummy game this weekend too. Have a good day. Ry? You ready?"

#rylah's #rylah & jonathan #fantasyandthereal #it's alright hun #don't worry at all :))#and sorry for replying sooo late #i'm moving so things are a bit chaotic here #aaaalso having exams next week so #tryna breathe a bit today :p

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big-poppa23 · 23 days ago

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The Wrong Kind of Right

synapse: before everything fell apart, he met her—a young teacher with a bruised heart and a reason to look twice. he wasn’t what she expected. she was everything he never thought he’d deserve.

pairing: seong gi-hun x reader

contains: age gap, teacher!reader (before the games)

a/n: cutie gi-hun before the games hurt him. had to write for him since there’s still nothing for him

PART TWO

. . .

The classroom was mostly quiet now, bathed in the soft amber of a late afternoon sun. Chalk dust floated lazily in the light, catching in the stillness like snowflakes that forgot how to fall. Y/N was bent beside Ga-yeong’s desk, zipping up the little girl’s pink backpack while chatting with her in a gentle, encouraging tone. Ga-yeong smiled, shy and reserved, but it was the kind of smile that only bloomed when she felt safe.

“Your dad’s just a little late, but that’s okay,” Y/N murmured, brushing a hand over the child’s hair. “You did so well on your reading quiz today. I’m proud of you.”

The classroom door creaked open.

“Ah, shit—”

A breathless voice, followed by hurried footsteps and the rustling of a too-thin jacket.

Y/N straightened and turned.

Seong Gi-hun stood there, wide-eyed, flushed from running, one shoelace untied and a plastic convenience store bag crinkling in his hand. His face was apologetic and nervous and—somehow—still charming, in a chaotic, slightly disheveled way.

“Sorry—I’m sorry,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “Traffic was… Well, actually, I missed the bus, and then I—never mind, I’m here.”

Y/N blinked once, then smiled. Not a customer service smile. A real one. The kind people give when they’re not sure what to make of you yet, but they’re curious.

“You must be Ga-yeong’s father.”

“That obvious, huh?” he huffed, trying to catch his breath as he walked over. “I’m Gi-hun. Seong Gi-hun.”

“I’m Y/N,” she replied, offering her hand. “Y/N L/N. I’m her homeroom teacher.”

He shook her hand, trying not to notice how soft hers was—or how young she looked up close. Twenty-something, maybe. Probably straight out of university. And she was his daughter’s teacher? Jesus.

“She’s doing really well,” Y/N added, glancing at Ga-yeong with a fond look that didn’t feel rehearsed. “She’s quiet, but when she opens up… you’ve raised a very thoughtful girl.”

That hit him in the chest harder than he expected.

“I, uh… Thank you. I try. Her mom does most of the… you know. Good parenting.” He laughed, awkward and self-deprecating, and rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/N tilted her head slightly. “Well, showing up matters too.”

He looked at her then—really looked. And for a second, something unspoken passed between them. She saw it all: the tiredness behind his eyes, the worn soles on his shoes, the flicker of guilt he tried to smother with jokes. But also the love. So much love, it clung to him like second skin.

Ga-yeong stood up, slinging on her backpack. “Appa, I told her you like cake.”

Gi-hun blinked. “Wha—? You told her that?”

“She said birthdays were important.”

Y/N grinned. “She told me yours was coming up.”

“Oh, well… I mean, it’s not a big deal. I’m just turning…” He trailed off, eyes flicking back to Y/N. “Older.”

Her eyes sparkled. “That’s a great age.”

And just like that, Seong Gi-hun—father, failure, gambler, soft-hearted mess—felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hope.

Gi-hun gave an awkward chuckle, stuffing the crinkled plastic bag deeper into his jacket pocket like it might hide the fact he brought his daughter instant triangle kimbap and a melted Choco Pie for dinner.

“Well,” he said, gesturing toward the door. “I should probably… get this one home. Before she starts charging me overtime.”

Ga-yeong giggled, grabbing her father’s hand without hesitation.

Y/N smiled at the two of them, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks for coming, Mr. Seong. Let me know if you ever want to schedule a conference. Or… you know. Just talk.”

He paused, caught off guard by how sincerely she said it. No pressure in her tone, just quiet kindness.

“Right,” he nodded, fumbling slightly. “Yeah. I’ll, uh… I’ll do that.”

They turned to leave, Ga-yeong humming something under her breath, swinging their arms.

But as they stepped into the hall, Gi-hun glanced back.

Y/N was still standing in the doorway of the classroom, arms folded, leaning slightly against the frame. She was watching him—not expectantly, not flirtatiously, just… curiously. Like she hadn’t quite figured him out yet, but wanted to.

He gave a small wave. She returned it with a smile.

He turned again, guiding Ga-yeong toward the school doors.

Then, ten steps later, he looked back again.

She was still there.

God, why was he looking back again?

Because no one had looked at him like that in years—not with pity, not with suspicion—but like he might actually still be something good.

He smiled to himself, barely noticeable, and turned back for the last time.

But her image stayed with him all the way home.

. . .

Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall—7:48 p.m. The night had been a blur of faces and voices: polite mothers in pressed coats, fathers checking their watches between compliments and critiques, and a few tired grandparents doing their best. All of them gone now, except for one last name on her list.

Seong Gi-hun.

The classroom door creaked open, and there he was—wearing the same worn jacket, hair a little neater this time, and in his hands… two paper cups.

“Hope I’m not too late,” he said, stepping in, a bit out of breath again. “They let me in even though I didn’t bring an appointment card. I told them I was the charming one.”

Y/N blinked, then smiled, clearly amused. “They must’ve been desperate.”

He grinned, holding one of the cups out to her. “Americano. I figured you’ve been trapped in here for hours talking to parents who think their kid invented math.”

She took the cup, pleasantly surprised. “Thank you. You’d be shocked how rare this is.”

“Coffee?” he asked, pulling out the chair across from her.

“Someone thinking I might need it.”

They shared a brief smile as he sat down, both hands wrapped around his own drink like it might keep him grounded.

“So…” she began, reaching for Ga-yeong’s folder. “How’s she been doing at home?”

He scratched his chin. “She’s quiet. Smarter than me. Which isn’t saying much. But she’s been… smiling more. Said you gave her extra time on her art project. She really liked that.”

“I wasn’t about to rush her if she was drawing a whole fox family with watercolors,” Y/N said softly. “She told me it was based on a story you made up.”

Gi-hun looked down, a little sheepish. “Yeah. I used to tell her bedtime stories when I couldn’t afford books. Made them up on the spot. She remembers those?”

“She remembers everything, Mr. Seong. Especially the good parts.”

That made him quiet.

A silence settled, not awkward, but thoughtful—something softer.

Most parents had filed out quickly after checking boxes and nodding politely. But Gi-hun stayed, leaning on his elbows like he actually wanted to be here. Like he was trying.

“You know…” he said after a beat, “I didn’t let her mom come tonight. Told her I’d do it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Really? Why?”

He shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “Because… I wanted to see how she was doing. I wanted to hear it from you.” But deep down, he also wanted to see her.

His words caught her off guard.

“You’re the only person in her life that sees her for most of the day,” he added, his voice quieter now. “I thought maybe… you’d know if she was okay. Really okay.”

She studied him for a moment—his tired face, his honest eyes. There was no ego in the question. Just a man clumsily trying to be part of his daughter’s life.

“She is,” Y/N said gently. “She’s thoughtful. Kind. She worries about you, too.”

He nodded, looking down at his coffee like it held answers.

Outside, the janitor’s mop squeaked faintly across the hallway tile.

“You’re the last one here,” Y/N said eventually, glancing at the door. “Everyone else left half an hour ago.”

Gi-hun glanced around as if noticing the emptiness for the first time. “Guess I was hoping I’d be memorable.”

“You are,” she said without missing a beat.

That made him look up—and for a moment, they just watched each other. A teacher and a father. Two tired people meeting at the edges of their lives.

He stood slowly, stuffing the now-empty cup into his coat pocket. “Thank you. For the coffee trade. For… everything.”

Y/N smiled again, smaller this time. “Anytime.”

And as he walked toward the door, hand on the handle, he hesitated—just for a second.

Then he turned to look back.

So did she.

Neither said anything.

But both of them left that room thinking about the other for the rest of the night.

. . .

It wasn’t a fancy place. Just some hole-in-the-wall near the subway with sticky floors, neon beer signs, and ballads playing too loud from a decade no one wanted to remember. The kind of place Gi-hun ended up when he didn’t want to go home but had nowhere else to be.

He sat at the bar, nursing a half-empty glass of soju he’d sipped for the last forty-five minutes. No refills. He couldn’t afford one. His wallet had exactly ₩3,000 left and two expired lottery tickets.

The door creaked open behind him, but he didn’t look.

Not until he heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking—heels that didn’t belong in a place like this.

Then:

“I’ll have a tequila shot and a gin tonic. Actually—make it a double. Please.”

That voice.

His head turned before he could stop it.

She was standing at the bar in her work clothes—buttoned blouse still neatly tucked into a pencil skirt, cardigan folded over her arm. Her hair was a little undone, lipstick faded, but she was unmistakably her.

Y/N.

And she hadn’t seen him yet.

The bartender moved to fix her drink, and as she pulled her card out of her purse, she finally glanced sideways—and froze.

Her eyes widened, the recognition dawning in stages.

“Mr. Seong?”

Gi-hun smiled sheepishly. “Teacher Y/N.”

She blinked, then gave a dry little laugh. “Okay, I really wasn’t expecting to run into a parent tonight.”

He raised his hands defensively. “Hey, I’m just here for the free peanuts.”

She slid into the stool beside him, placing her double gin and tequila shot between them. “You always hang out in depressing little bars with no music and no coasters?”

“Only on payday.”

“Is it payday?”

“No.”

She snorted—then knocked back the tequila shot in one practiced tilt. He tried not to stare, but something about seeing her here—this version of her—felt like watching the moon show its dark side. Still her, just… lonelier. A little messier. More human.

“You okay?” he asked, cautious.

She exhaled slowly. “I got dumped yesterday.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah.” She stirred her drink with the straw. “He said I wasn’t ‘emotionally available enough.’ Which is a really poetic way of saying he didn’t like when I set boundaries.”

Gi-hun winced. “Sounds like a jerk.”

“He was,” she said, taking a long sip. “But he was hot. I’ll give him that.”

That made Gi-hun chuckle—deep and surprised, like he wasn’t supposed to laugh, but couldn’t help it. “You don’t seem too broken up about it.”

Y/N shrugged. “I was. Yesterday. Today I decided to put on my nicest work blouse and after work, pretend I was emotionally available enough for a damn gin and tonic.”

He looked at the drink. “…Did you just buy that for yourself?”

She looked at him sideways. “You want one?”

Gi-hun hesitated, then gave a modest smile. “If you’re offering. But I’m warning you, I’m a lightweight and a terrible drunk.”

Y/N waved the bartender over and ordered a second one.

Gi-hun didn’t say thank you out loud, but inside, something softened. He hadn’t been treated to a drink in years. And he sure as hell didn’t expect it to come from the one person who made him feel like he wasn’t a complete failure lately.

They clinked glasses gently.

“To getting dumped,” she said, raising hers.

“To free drinks,” he replied.

They drank.

And in a bar that stank of old beer and quiet regrets, they talked until the gin turned warm and the distance between teacher and father melted into something neither of them could quite name yet.

The bar had thinned out. The jukebox now played something softer—a sad trot song crooning about lost time and rainy afternoons. Gi-hun had a light flush in his cheeks, his second gin tonic in hand, and Y/N was leaning against the bar with her chin propped on her palm, her lips faintly curved in amusement.

“So,” he said, watching the ice swirl in his glass. “Why teaching? You’re young, smart—you could’ve done anything.”

She didn’t answer right away. Just sipped her drink, eyes fixed ahead.

Then, softly, “Because I needed one when I was her age.”

Gi-hun turned his head toward her.

Y/N exhaled through her nose. “My dad left when I was eight. My mom worked three jobs. No one really looked out for me. Except one teacher. Fifth grade. Mrs. Han. She gave me snacks when I forgot lunch. Let me stay in the classroom when the other kids were awful. She never made it feel like charity. Just…human.”

She reached up with one hand and undid the clip holding her messy bun together. Her hair fell in soft waves down her shoulders, and she shook it out with a sigh, massaging the back of her neck.

Gi-hun blinked.

Something about it—that moment—knocked the breath out of him. Not in a lustful, leering kind of way. But in the quiet realization that she was beautiful. Not polished-beautiful. Not like a magazine. But raw. Soft. Real.

“I guess I wanted to be someone’s Mrs. Han,” she finished, glancing sideways at him with a tired, half-sober smile. “Maybe Ga-yeong’s.”

“You are,” Gi-hun said, a little too quickly. His voice scratched, honest.

Y/N met his eyes, and for a moment, neither looked away.

She tilted her head. “You’re not what I expected, you know.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he said, smiling.

“No, I mean it.” She looked down at her glass. “Most dads either check out or try to overcompensate. You… you show up. Even when you don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”

He chuckled. “That obvious, huh?”

“Only to someone who’s faking it too.”

They clinked glasses again—this time gentler. Quieter. Something passed between them, unspoken but thick in the air.

Neither of them said it aloud.

But the space between parent and teacher had completely disappeared.

And now…there was only him and her.

. . .

The night air was cool, not cold, but just enough to make her tuck her cardigan a little tighter around herself as they stepped out of the bar. The streets were quieter now, the neon lights buzzing above shuttered restaurants and late buses rolling by like ghosts.

Gi-hun walked a step behind her at first, hands in his pockets, until she stumbled slightly on a crack in the pavement.

“Whoa—careful.” He reached out on instinct, a steadying hand brushing her arm.

“I’m fine,” Y/N laughed softly, cheeks flushed. “Just buzzed. Gin gives me wobbly legs.”

“Yeah? Tequila gives me bad decisions.”

She glanced at him with a smirk, clearly biting back something teasing. “You saying this was a bad decision?”

He hesitated.

Then: “No. Not even close.”

Her smile faltered for half a second—just long enough to let something deeper slip through. Something unsure. Something hopeful.

They kept walking.

Their shoulders brushed once. Neither pulled away.

The silence between them wasn’t awkward now—it had changed. Warm. Tense. A quiet question hanging in the air with every step.

She stole a sideways glance at him. “You always this gentlemanly, or is this a special occasion?”

Gi-hun shrugged with a faint grin. “Only when I like the person.”

Y/N’s gaze lingered on him longer this time. “You don’t know me that well.”

“I know enough.”

A pause.

“And what’s that?” she asked, voice softer now.

He glanced over at her, the streetlight catching the loose strands of her hair, the pink still in her cheeks, the little smile she tried to hide.

“That you care about people more than you let on. That you’re good with kids, but probably hard on yourself. That… you have a thing for gin and heartbreak, apparently.”

She laughed again, genuine this time, the sound lighter than it had been all night.

They stopped at a quiet crosswalk, the blinking red man holding them in place. Y/N turned to him slightly, toeing the edge of the curb, her hands in her pockets.

“You’re kind of dangerous, you know that?”

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “Me? I’m the guy who’s broke, unemployed, and barely knows what he’s doing with his life.”

“Exactly.” Her eyes twinkled. “You say stuff like that and still make it sound charming.”

The light changed.

They crossed slowly, the night wrapping around them like a secret.

When they reached her building, she stopped at the gate. “Well… this is me.”

He nodded, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands. “Right.”

A beat of silence stretched between them. Not uncomfortable. Just… suspended.

She looked at him for a long second.

“You’re not what I expected either, Gi-hun.”

He smiled faintly. “Good unexpected or bad?”

“…Still deciding.”

And then she leaned up, just slightly, and kissed his cheek—quick, soft, but deliberate.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, turning toward the gate.

He watched her go.

And he didn’t move for a long time.

She was gone.

Just like that, behind the gate, behind the hum of her building’s lights, behind the sound of her footsteps climbing stairs he wouldn’t follow.

Gi-hun stood there for a long time, fingers brushing the place on his cheek where she kissed him. He wasn’t smiling—not yet. His lips were parted, breath slow, like he wasn’t quite sure if it had really happened.

And then, finally, he turned.

The walk home was quiet, but his head was anything but.

He should’ve felt lighter. Happier. And in a way, he did—there was something electric under his skin, something that hadn’t sparked in years. But alongside that? A pit. Not in his stomach—in his chest.

Because she deserved someone better.

Someone who could afford dinner that wasn’t triangle kimbap. Someone with clean shoes and working credit cards and a damn plan. Not a man like him—held together with shame and debt and broken promises.

But she kissed you, a voice in his head whispered. She saw you. And she stayed.

He kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, hands deep in his coat pockets, the wind brushing past like a reminder he was still outside. Still in the same city where everything kept going wrong, but tonight—just tonight—something felt right.

She smelled like gin and white jasmine. He hadn’t realized that until she leaned close. And her laugh… it had shaken something loose in him. Something long buried beneath years of screwing up and surviving it.

Gi-hun passed a convenience store window and caught his reflection. Messy hair, bags under his eyes, a man older than he felt.

He didn’t look like someone a woman like Y/N would want.

But she’d kissed him.

He pulled his hand from his pocket, looked at his palm like it might hold the answer.

Nothing.

No money. No luck. No future.

And still…his heart beat a little faster.

Because maybe—for the first time in a long, long while—he wanted to be worth something to someone.

Not because they needed him.

But because they chose him.

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