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hobidara · 5 years

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boyfriend!seungyoun

summary: you visit seungyoun at a very late hour

words: 1,556

requests (for seungyoun) are open!

a/n: i’m just missing seungyoun so badly so i decided to randomly write this

tugging your long padding coat closer to you, you wait for seungyoun to open the door. the door opens, a surprised and worried seungyoun comes into your view as he quickly yet gently pulls you inside.

“what are you doing here at this hour?!” he sternly asks, his voice laced with strictness while his hands say otherwise; cupping your face right after pulling you into a hug.

even though you’ve already expected this kind of reaction from seungyoun, a small pout still forms on your lips, “do i need a reason to be here?”

“of course not!” he immediately answers, walking you to his room. “but it’s 1am, a girl shouldn’t be going out alone at this hour!”

“it’s not like i walked here.” you mutter, plopping down on the foot of his bed.

seungyoun sighs, sometimes you really are like a child.

“it doesn’t matter whether you walked here or hired a cab here. y/n, it’s still dangerous for you to be -- “

cutting him off, you groan, “okay, okay! i get it!”

quickly sensing the switch in your mood, seungyoun marches towards you with his signature smile on his face.

“did baby come here because you missed me?” he asks in an awfully sweetening tone, making you cringe. you side-eye him with a disgusted look on your face despite loving the way he calls you baby.

it’s just like that -- when you act a bit too sweet towards seungyoun, he will give you a suspicious look as well. the same goes for you. both of you just like to joke around each other by pretending to reject the other person’s way of expressing their love.

he continues talking in the same tone, “i was just scolding you because i was worried. next time, don’t do like that, okay? if you miss me, you can just text me and i will be right in front of your door anyways.”

“but i wanted to do something like that too. it doesn’t always have to be you.” you reply and he can’t help but aww and squish your cheeks because you are just that cute in his eyes.

“shh,” you shush him, “isn’t your mom asleep?”

“oh,” he pauses, “she’s not home. she went to jejudo with her friends.”

processing the information in your head, you repeat, “she’s not home?”

seungyoun nods, pursing his lips, probably knowing what you are thinking currently. usually, when you come over to his house or when he comes over to your house, one of your parents are always there; meaning that both of you were never alone together in a house before.

yes, it’s not that big of a deal. there’s not much difference since when his mom is here, she just minds her own business. sometimes, bringing you food and drinks but that’s it. but for some reason, you are lowkey nervous about this situation. you don’t know why though.

“do you want me to send you back? or we can go somewhere else if you are uncomfortable?” he asks softly, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb.

you shake your head a no, “it’s fine. i don’t mind.”

ah, you love your soft, caring, beautiful, dorky and understanding boyfriend so much. he’s literally perfect.

and it makes you sad because he deserves so much better. more people should be seeing his talents and how perfect he is, he should be on stage right now, performing his songs. he should be hearing the cheers for him. you hate the company/agency he’s under as much as the fans hate it.

he’s been through so much just for that one dream of his, but despite all that, he always stay positive and that just makes you more heartbroken.

“i was working on a song. it’s like only half done yet, but do you want to try listeni--?”

you cut his question off, “do you even have to ask me that?”

bringing his laptop to the bed, he informs, “it’s just raw, okay? it’s not done yet.”

“i heard you the first time. raw or not, it would be good anyways,” you shrug.

“oh, you like it raw?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“wha--” you pause, finally knowing what he’s talking about by looking at his playful smirk. “shut up.”

it has been a little over a year since you guys started dating and nothing has gone down. the most you’ve done is just really long make out sessions but nothing else and you aren’t complaining because both of you like to take everything slow.

when the time comes, everything will just settle by itself.

but seungyoun still likes to make jokes like that out of nowhere -- only when you are alone though. he’s a total gentleman in front of others. he treats you like a goddess in front of everyone else. he does the same when you are alone too but of course, the actual playful, loud side of him comes out.

another thing about seungyoun is that, he really tries not to show it. he always appears confident in everyone’s eyes as if he already knows he’s the best but he really seeks out for compliments. he loves being praised.

for example, if he shows you something i.e an impersonation. you could only respond, ‘you are good’ and he will be smiling really widely, asking excitedly if you want to see more of it.

“okay, i will play it.” he says, and you smile while nodding, knowing that he really wants you to think the song is good.

his songs are always good. they are always a bop and the universe knows it. just unfortunate that not a lot of people have heard of them.

not even twenty seconds into the song and you already have your hand over your mouth, mindlessly because it’s just already too good.

i feel a little anxious

i can’t believe you are my girl

look at them, everyone is looking at you

hey, baby stay next to me

don’t look at her, she’s mine

the lyrics make your heart beat a tad faster but when it’s seungyoun, your boyfriend singing those lyrics, you can’t stop the small gasp to fall out of your lips.

a grin appears on seungyoun’s face, seeing your reaction and that grin continues to stay glued on his face until the last second the song suddenly stops playing.

the disappointment is evident on your face as you quickly whip your head to the left to look at your boyfriend’s face because you want to listen more. but suddenly, the room is filled with your high-pitched squeal.

“oh my god, i can’t believe i’m dating you. you are amazing!” you squeal louder, pulling him into a hug.

“so it’s good?” he asks, giggling. yes, giggling.

“words can’t describe this song. it’s so, oh my god.”

“that’s a relief.” he smiles, closing his laptop and putting it back in his place. side note, seungyoun is good at keeping his room neat and tidy as well. what is this guy not good at? literally nothing.

he energetically suggests, “should we watch netflix?”

“netflix and chill?” you joke, sending a seductive wink towards his direction.

“oh hoho,” he laughs evilly, “do you want that?”

you gasp, backing away from him, “no no!”

“are you sure, my baby?” he continues on with his evil laughter while approaching you.

you explode into a fist of laughter when he finally reaches you and starts tickling the heck out of you. you can’t stand someone tickling you. you really can’t.

thrashing around under his hold, begging for him to stop, he finally listens to you and stops his torture.

“ah, you are so cute.” he whispers, giving you a kiss on his lips.

his voice, cho seungyoun’s voice is out of this world. don’t even start about his singing voice but just his natural, speaking voice is already out of this world. it’s so soothing, it’s just like a lullaby and whenever he’s whispering this closely to you, while staring right deeply into your eyes, you feel yourself being lulled into him.

you break out into small giggles, cupping his face and pecking his lips multiple times. “you are so much cuter.”

his eyes soften and he suddenly rolls his body over and pulls you into a hug, chest to chest.

“thank you, y/n.”

confused, you replied while tilting your head upwards a bit to look at his face, “hm?”

“you don’t know it but just having you beside me is helping me go through so many things.”

you love hearing stuffs like this from him but being the awkward person you are, in situations like these where the other person tells you how much they appreciate you, you really don’t know to react so you always end up --

“what is this? why are you saying these out of nowhere? weird.”

smiling at you lovingly, seungyoun places a kiss on the top of your head and sighing in content, he says, “i love you.”

you burst out into a fit of giggles again. only cho seungyoun can make you all bubbly and soft like this.

“i love you too,” you reply, pulling him closer to you.

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lublycho · 5 years

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No Mercy | Chapter 1

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-> pairing | Seungyoun x reader, Seungwoo x reader (neither confirmed)

-> word c: 2k+

-> genre: mafia au, fluff, angst, (possible) smut

-> summary: Dating a mafia boss is hard. But it’s harder when the mafia boss is a powerful, possessive drug lord, who likes to keep track on your every little move. Caught in a cat and mouse game with his enforcer for two weeks, you must bear through his severe scrutiny, because one wrong move could mean a bullet to your head.

Loosely inspired by © A bittersweet Life

One fine spring day a disciple looked at some branches blowing in the wind. He asked his master, “Master, are the branches moving or is it the wind?” Not even glancing to where his pupil was pointing the master smiled and said, “That which moves is neither the branches nor the wind. It’s your heart and mind.”

********

High Sun hotel buzzed with exorbitant activity; customers flurried in and out, some in heaps while others unaccompanied. The lobby of the hotel welcomed people of all sorts, from exuberant tourists to shady businessmen, all invested in their own matters; some legal, while others not so much. Amidst the unreasonable crowd sauntered Seungyoun, clad in a crisp black suit, well suited to his profession. Unlike the patrons, he moved with less leisure and more scrutiny. From the opulent ceiling to more than ostentatious marble floors, he inspected everything from head to toe as he entered the foyer of the building.

Inside, different versions of the same phrase: ‘Good Evening Sir’ echoed around him. He only nodded his head in acknowledgement of each greeting, never craning his neck at the greeter nor did anyone expect him to. Being the managing director of Seoul’s top of the line hotel, High Sun, it was not a surprise that he cared little for nugatory greetings.

“Good Evening Mr. Seungyoun,” said the receptionist behind the reception desk. Seungyoun stopped when he reached the enormous, curved desk, polished to perfection as he had asked for it to be.

“Good Evening. How is business?” Seungyoun leaned over the desk, looking over the vibrant logo mounted on the back wall.

The receptionist spoke with urgency, a worrisome look on her face, “It is smooth, Sir, but I believe you should go downstairs for a moment.”

Seungyoun dragged his gaze up from her name tag, and asked, “Why?”

She licked her lips and said in little more than a whisper, “President Seungwoo is here to pay you a visit.”

Seungyoun straightened his posture, raising his hunched shoulders. The dullness caused by the alcohol in his blood faded away at the mention of the head of the consortium itself. Seungyoun buttoned up the first two buttons of his white shirt while thanking the receptionist, Sol, as her name tag proclaimed, for the valuable information. He left the lobby through a large, well lit hallway, empty except for some waiters loitering in and out. Descending down the ground floor through the elevator, he swerved through the private sectors of the hotel, reserved only for very private business.

A few drunk businessmen loitered around the bar, while others ogled at the dancers on the stage, lured in by their lechery and obnoxious desire.

Seungyoun glunched as he passed by the bar, stopping before the large double doors of the vip rooms by the end of the long hallway. Two bodyguards stood outside the door. They opened the door for Seungyoun, revealing the luxurious room beyond.

Seungyoun heaved a sigh, and entered.

Inside the strong smell of burning cigarettes and alcohol lingered, drenching the atoms of the air with their dread. Amidst the grey smoke of the dimly lit room, sat Seungyoun’s boss; Head of the conglomerate; CEO of the Han Corporations, Mr. Han Seungwoo himself. He wore a grey suit, tightly fitted and immaculately ironed; even from up close, Seungyoun couldn’t notice a single crease across his porcelain white dress shirt. It almost made him self conscious of his own clothes.

“Seungyoun, I was waiting for you.” His boss spoke with glee, a small smile on his face when he beckoned Seungyoun towards the empty seat across the table from him.

Seungyoun walked over the threshold of the room Seungwoo was in and bowed deeply,

“It is good to see you here, hyung.”

For an outsider, the scene would be similar to a younger brother greeting an elder sibling. But in reality, hyung, was just one of the many allowances Seungwoo had given Seungyoun for his endeavours. A title for someone he trusted. And it wouldn’t be wrong to say Seungwoo saw Seungyoun more than his second in command and almost as a brother, in one way or another. Although the small clemency did make for much envy towards Seungyoun; From friends and foes alike.

Seungyoun sat on the chair directly opposite to Seungwoo, hands in his lap, spine taut.

“Heard you took good care of the punks from yesterday.”

Seungwoo lit up a cigarette, one of many as could be seen by the brimming ashtray.

Seungyoun gave a small smile before nodding his head, “Yes, hyung.”

It was a small nuisance, the punks Seungwoo was talking about. Just a bunch of lackeys from the neighbouring gangs.

The smoke made it hard to breath for a moment, but then Seungwoo took a sip of his drink, and nodded slightly, “Good. You always seem to get things done.”

He paused before continuing, “It looks like the guys from Jinhyuk and Byungchan’s conglomerate are getting more confident, especially after the recent firm between the two companies.”

The Lee and Choi syndicate; belonging to Jinhyuk and Byungchan respectively, were both rivals of the Han Corporations; long, obscure ones, where the leaders dined and laughed together while their subordinates plotted against each other. The dangerous kind. Seungyoun had had enough interactions with them to know that.

“I suppose,” Seungyoun began, “But there are more variables at play.”

Seungwoo set his coffee down, “You suspect someone of ours is feeding into their coffers?”

Seungyoun shrugged. “The possibility is high.”

“Interesting theory. I would ask for more insight but today I’m here for more important business-”

Seungwoo’s frolicsome demeanour changed as he spoke. Now his voice meant business; real bloody business. Seungyoun braced himself for impact.

But the impact never came. Instead, he was forced to jerk his head towards the entrance of the room as it was pushed open, revealing the devil himself.

Seungwoo’s adoptive brother, Dongpyo walked in, a manic smile (or devilish, as Seungyoun thought) on his face as he courageously took a seat beside Seungyoun.

“Seungwoo hyung! I came as soon as I found out you were here!“

His shrill voice made Seungyoun cringe. A waitress pulled in beside him, pouring hot coffee for him in an empty cup nearby.

Seungwoo’s expression was blank, not that Dongpyo seemed to care. He quickly sipped on his coffee before glancing at Seungyoun, finally acknowledging his presence.

“Oh, hey Seungyoun. Sorry for yesterday. I was only gone for a few hours and those guys caused so much trouble.”

He laughed as he said it. These things really seemed to look like a joke to him. Seungyoun nodded his head slightly, not fully acknowledging his haughty, half hearted apology.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Seungwoo’s question caught Dongpyo off guard, snatching away his nonsensical smile.

“I-”

Seungwoo cut him off, “Get out and wait for me outside.”

Dongpyo’s face fell. Seungyoun tried hard to control the vibrant Joy in his chest at the scene.

“But hyung I’m-”

Seungwoo firmly said, “You know I don’t like repeating myself.”

Dongpyo cleared his throat as shame lined his cheeks. He placed the coffee cup back on the table, bowed once to his hyung and bolted for the door he came in from just minutes ago.

When the door shut, Seungwoo turned to Seungyoun. “And here I was thinking I’d put some fucking sense in him by having him manage the hotel’s affairs abit. Tsk"

“He’s young. I’m sure he’ll do fine as time goes by.”

A lie. Seungyoun didn’t think that at all. Dongpyo was a spoiled brat, damaged beyond repair. His interference in the hotel’s business was already troublesome enough, it didn’t seem to lessen at all. He was still seventeen, a lot of things were obscure for him. And the lack of knowledge made for much ignorance.

Seungwoo sighed, eyes dropping from the insistent alcohol and cigarettes. He rubbed his hands over his head. “Anyhow, I’m going to Bangkok tomorrow. For two weeks-”

Seungyoun’s attention found its final point again.

“- and while I’m gone, I need you to look out for someone for me.”

Interesting. Seungyoun was curious now.

“There’s this girl I’m seeing. She’s young, almost eighteen, the kind who is easily swayed.” Seungwoo smiled at that. “A special girl.”

Seungyoun’s brain went back 2 years. 2017. He remembered Seungwoo’s girlfriend from back then; a supermodel, the kind you saw on magazine covers and fashion shows. Then he remembered what had happened to her. She was killed by one of Choi Byungchan’s men, back when tensions were high between the Han and Choi syndicates. Seungwoo didn’t do anything about it, claiming it was not sensible to lose any more of his men for a girl he didn’t even like that much. Poor girl, Seungyoun always thought but with no particular remorse. And he thought the same now.

“But the problem is, I think she’s seeing someone else.”

Seungyoun shook his head a bit. “I’m sorry, hyung, but what do you mean?”

“I think-” Seungwoo leaned back, “She might be unfaithful to me. And so, while I’m gone, I want you to watch over her. See where she goes, who she meets, tell her I asked you to escort her around.”

Seungyoun reluctantly nodded his head.

“I hope she’s not seeing anyone. But if you find something suspicious, call me-”

Seungwoo looked right into Seungyoun’s eyes ashe threw a crumpled paper in an arc toward him, which Seungyoun caught with ease.

He opened it. Inside an address was jotted down, along with a number and a name.

Y/n.

Seungyoun said the name in his heart, sounding strange the first few times. He shook his head.

“-Or finish them off yourself.”

Seungyoun shot his head up in surprise, “Sorry?” Maybe he had heard it wrong.

“You know how I feel about lies and mistakes. They’re both catalysts to betrayal, and I have no mercy for betrayals.”

That was the first thing Seungwoo told him. Have no mercy. None at all. And so he didn’t. He killed and destroyed before, and he would kill and destroy again.

It wouldn’t be hard. Seungyoun believed when he saw Seungwoo taking his leave, leaving him in a smoke filled room alone with his thoughtless mind.

*******

Seungyoun looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and then at the house up in front of him. He’d read the address a thousand times now, but he kept checking it again and again, making sure he’d gotten the right house.

He walked over across the driveway, up over the small stairs leading to the house’s patio and main door. There was a green wind chime hanging by the edge of the patio, dwindling aimlessly.

Green. Seungyoun hated green. But what caught his eye was the half moon that hung at its lowest thread, it’s edges broken away. It was a beautiful blue contrast to the hideous green.

Seungyoun turned away and placed the big wrapped gift he had been holding in his hand the whole time. With his hands freed, he rang the bell before knocking on the door. A moment passed and nothing happened. He knocked once more, doubting his sense of direction again. Footsteps from the other side of the door kept Seungyoun rooted to his place.

“Dohyon, get your ass down here, I’m not getting late because of you again.” A loud voice called out from inside.

Seungyoun had heard the name Dohyon yesterday, from his boss. Y/n’s younger brother, staying with her for a few days.

Seungyoun dulled his uncanny nervousness by chewing on the gum he kept in his pocket at all times. Although he almost choked in it when the main door swung open in haste.

It revealed a young boy, roughly 15. He had that standard 15 year old kid’s haircut and chubby cheeks that hung from his face. He looked like the kind of kid who ate all the gumballs at the receptionist’s desk back at the hotel.

Seungyoun opened his mouth to speak, but the boy, presumably Dohyon, shut the door on his face.

Seungyoun closed his mouth before whispering to himself, “Okay…Rude.” and convinced himself that beating up a 15 year old wasn’t chivalrous.

The door opened again, but this time, you opened it. With hands occupied with trying to put on earrings, you tilted your head to look at Seungyoun.

“Y/n?”

The name slipped off of his tongue easily, unlike yesterday. It didn’t sound weird anymore.

“Yes, I’m sorry for my brother slamming the door in your face, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

You were wearing a green shirt, with ruffled sleeves and flare pants striped with dark green, black and white. The earring you struggled to put on was also green, much to Seungyoun’s dismay. The abundance of the color green was starting to make him sick.

“No, it’s uh, it’s alright.”

You were looking past him now, at the huge box he’d set down beside him.

“Did Seungwoo send that?”

Your eyes beamed up. Seungyoun couldn’t speak for a moment.

“Yes…Yes, Seungwoo hyu-” Seungyoun caught his tongue, “I mean, Mr. Seungwoo sent it.”

“Lovely, come in please.”

You opened the door wide for Seungyoun before disappearing down the hallway. He hesitated before picking up the box and walking in.

The hallway led to the living room, where you scrambled to pick up the discarded pieces of clothes, and food wrappers.

“I’m sorry the house is a total mess-” You said, laughing nervously to yourself.

Seungyoun sat on the space on the sofa cleared by you and you were about to sit opposite to him before Dohyon barged in, hands intertwined in a tie he seemed to be trying to wear, eyes on the verge of tears of frustration.

“I hate you for making me wear this!”

You walked over to him trying to take the tie from him, “Oh, come on Dohyon, you can’t wear a t shirt and pants to a wedding.”

Seungyoun watched as you worked on his tie, your hands delicately tying the knots up. A routine he learned enough of every morning.

You returned to your seat shortly after sending your brother to wear his shoes.

“So, Mr…?” You cocked your head to one side.

Seungyoun cleared his throat, “Seungyoun.”

“Seungyoun, what’s in the box?” You were excited as a child. You were probably going to be disappointed, Seungyoun thought.

“I think it’s a lamp-”

“A lamp?!” you shot up from your seat. Seungyoun recoiled in surprise.

“Yes-”

You sprinted over to Seungyoun’s side, tugging open the ribbons around the box before tearing away the wrapping paper. Seungyoun kept a careful distance away from your wild actions, weirded out by your response to a lamp. A stupid lamp.

You pulled it out of the box, careful this time.

It was green.

Seungyoun was going to kill himself at this point.

Your face beamed up as he tried to hide his scowl.

“Mr. Seungwoo said I should deliver this to you personally because he flew to Bangkok today. And he’s asked me to watch over you in the meantime.”

You weren’t listening. Not at all. Seungyoun figured as much. You were still looking at the lamp with beaming eyes, as if it was lined with diamonds. A lamp lined with diamonds; Now that would be something Seungyoun would call a gift.

“Look at the details, the texture.” You ran a hand across the curved surface of the lamp, swooning over its glossy color. Seungyoun glanced at you before Dohyon, who leaned by the door of the living room, caught his eye. He twirled a finger beside his forehead, mouthing, ‘She’s crazy’.

“Dohyon, I can see you!” You swung an empty plastic bottle at him but he dodged it easily, poking his tongue out at you. You huffed away the hair that stuck to your forehead, “I’ll deal with you later.”

Seungyoun moved his eyes from one side to another, embarrassed to have himself caught between siblings’ feud. You turned to him, now smiling your fullest, and said,

“I’m sorry, you were saying something, Seungwoo is going to Bangkok and?”

Seungyoun shifted a little in his seat. “Yes, Mr. Seungwoo asked me to look after you in the meantime… till he returns, I mean.”

Before you could respond, Dohyon gasped, “No way! No freaking way! You’re not getting your own personal bodyguard, not with that face.”

Without a thought you bolted for the cushion on the sofa and threw it at him, this time getting a perfect aim. You immediately turned to Seungyoun after leaving Dohyon pretending to whine in feigned pain, smiling as you asked, “Like a personal bodyguard?”

“Ahh, I’m not sure but-”

You didn’t let him complete, gasping as your chest jittered with surprise. “Awesome! This is awesome-”

Seungyoun rubbed his forehead, about to cut you off, but you wouldn’t give him a chance. You just wouldn’t.

“-I know Seungwoo can be a bit overprotective but a freaking bodyguard? Wow, I am amazed.”

Bodyguard? Was this a fucking joke, Seungyoun thought. He was the MD of the biggest chain of hotels, not a stupid bodyguard. But then again, what else would explain or justify following the girl around the clock, and taking care of her, as Seungwoo had asked. Seungyoun thought it over. It wasn’t a bad coverup. For everything except the part where he would kill you. Assuming you were cheating on Seungwoo. Which seemed highly unlikely to Seungyoun judging from your loud and partially annoying personality. Perhaps this was the specialty Seungwoo had seen in you, because Seungyoun couldn’t find anything else special about you. You had a normal appearance, a normal house, a normal brother and basically a normal everything.

Whatever, that just makes my task easier, he thought.

“-So when do you start?”

Seungyoun shot his head up, licking his lips,”I’m sorry, start what?”

“Being my bodyguard? Wait, we totally can’t start today because I have to go to a wedding, unless you’d like to go with us?”

You looked at him, eyes expectant. Seungyoun shook his head, “No, I-”

“Ah too bad. We can start tomorrow then!”

Seungyoun sighed. You were totally annoying him.

“Okay then,” He took out his visiting card from his jacket, “You can call me if you need anything.”

You took it, giving it the barest glance before continuing to smile up at Seungyoun, “Okay!” You gave him a thumbs up with your hand.

He blinked his eyes. What’s wrong with teenagers nowadays? He thought.

Seungyoun stood up, you followed suit. “Okay, I’ll be leaving then.”

“Okay.” You said again.

“Okay.”

You made an ok gesture with your fingers, ”Okay!”

“God this is the third time I’m saying okay but okay!” Seungyoun walked towards the main door of the house before he could say okay again. He heard you cheerfully call out from behind, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Seungyoun.”

Inside his car, Seungyoun finally managed to breathe.

He thought and thought and thought and came to the conclusion that there was no way he was going to survive two weeks with you. It was impossible.

Still as he started to leave, he silently whispered to himself, “Let’s hope I’m not in for any surprise now Y/n.”

Then he hit the pedal and made his way back to the hotel.

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rijaeth · 4 years

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11:11 quarantine thoughts:

i miss x1 dont talk to me </3

i want to GO TO THE CORNER AND CRY AS I LISTEN TO i’m here for you

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seungzzjin · 5 years

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missing ryeonseung hours

#x1 #x1 seungyoun #x1 seungwoo #ryeonseung #seungzz #seungwoo #seungyoun #x1 reactions #x1 smut #x1 dongpyo #x1 yohan #x1 wooseok #x1 reaction #incorrect x1 quotes

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pyox1 · 5 years

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[6:08pm] "Found it!"

Bringing the small book closer to your eyes, you read the description out loud. "Okay so, pink. It seems like you're feeling caring, sensitive, emotional, loving and... sexual?" Yohan's expression changed to one of a deer in headlights. Who would've thought those cheap mood rings would actually reflect how he was feeling. Damn those stupid things. Now he had to explain why he felt aroused while he was with his best friend.

"Care to explain?" You smirked at him, making sure to enjoy every second of what was going to happen.

"I-Um, well this is kind of hard to explain." He scratched his neck trying to avoid your persistent gaze. "You know what, it's not that important either."

"No go on, this is getting interesting." Yohan shifted on the couch, clearly growing uncomfortable. "Come ooon," You encouraged him. Biting your lip, you leaned closer to him, knowing how fidgety he would get.

"I like you, okay?" He huffs. "And I have been for a while. I just never had the balls to tell you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" You smiled to yourself before shifting closer to him, finding it more comfortable to sit on his lap.

"And to say that all you needed was a mood ring for you to confess." Yohan's smirked, his hands latching themselves to your hips, pulling your body closer to him.

"If I had known that this would be your reaction, I would've done it sooner." Chuckling, you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips to his.

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minheeskitten · 1 year

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Mirae Masterlist

Nsfw blog! MDNI!

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Gamerboy!Siyoung/Reader

#mirae #mirae smut #mirae hard hours #mirae masterlist #lien smut #junhyuk smut #dohyun smut #khael smut #dongpyo smut #siyoung smut

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hanbff · 5 years

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2:12pm

a yelp came out of dongpyo as you snaked your arms around his waist and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"happy birthday, baby." you whispered, causing his cheeks to redden.

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hellomyangel · 5 years

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Hello!

I’m starting up a blog dedicated to X1.

I’ll be taking request, but I cannot gurantee that I will accept it.

HERE IS WHAT I WILL WRITE:

-> fluffs, smuts, angst, etc. However, anything mature will be restricted to the hyung line

-> scenarios, imagines or reactions are fine

-> please be specific with your request. ( e.x “Hangyul and female reader having a night drive” vs “Hangyul and female reader driving ) It just makes my life easier and I am able to be more specific

HERE IS WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

-> anything involving degration. After what happened with Sulli, I decided to stay away from that

-> anything toxic or involving cheating on another member. I understand it’s fiction, but still,,

-> i will not write anything that has the reader under the influence of alcohol or drugs. My exception is if the reader in the story is able to give CLEAR consent. I don’t feel comfortable writing anything where the reader or the member does not give consent.

I’m still trying to figure tumblr out but I’ll have a masterlist up soon and hopefully a scenario up as well, thank you!

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julietgang · 5 years

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X1 Requests ~

I am in the mood for this because... I miss them :'(

I want to see my Seungwoonie pretty face tooo muuuch, ma little hartu hurt ♡

So PLEASE do your X1 REQUEST!

Reactions

MTL

Drabbles

Every request in 2 parts please, like HYUNG LINE & MAKNAE LINE, I mean lol they are 11 so it wouldn't fit in 1 single post!

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hyeongjunsbigfatass-blog · 5 years

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PRODUCE X 101 IMAGINES

Hi~ I write Produce x 101 Imagines for THE THIRTY REMAINING TRAINEES + Some extras (listed).

I write TRAINEE X TRAINEE mostly. Platonic or romantic but NO SMUT FOR MINORS! I also write TRAINEE X READER.

Here are my favourites to write about (also get priority):

The Starship Babies (as i like to call them haha)

Dongpyo

Eunsang

Jinwoo

Suhwan

Tony

Dohyon

EXTRAS:

Jyunhao, Mahiro, Peak, Midam, Seokhwa, 2won,

You can request any scenario, try not to make it over pg 15, lol, unless for the older ones.

#produce x 101 #produce 101 #produce x 101 imagine #dongpyo #wonjun #song hyeongjun #yohan #wooseok #jinwoo #seungwoo #produce x 101 x reader #produce x 101 smut #pdx101 #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop x reader #x reader #member x member

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lublycho · 5 years

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Insatiable || Vampire!Seungyoun

→ Words: 1,080

→ Genre: fluff, mostly.

→ Summary: Do you know the best thing about being a vampire? Well, today you're gonna find out.

-> Pairing: Seungyoun x Reader (gender neutral)

-> Warnings: mentions of blood (??)

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"So what do you miss most?"

Sunlight meandered through the thick, resinous tree branches engulfing you, staining your body in meagre amounts.

Your question was dissolved into the filtered sunlight, but it could not carry its weight to the body adjacent to you, thus the lingering shadows took on the task instead.

Seungyoun's body, sheltered by the dull shadows of the forest drenched up the question swiftly.

"About what?"

A dubious smile materialized on Seungyoun's face.

He reclined his head on his hand, his pale, beautiful face now fully under the proximity of your resilient gaze. You took the opportunity to scrutinize his face, with the bloodless vessels coursing beneath his skin highlighted by the sullen darkness clouding him.

"About being human?"

Seungyoun laughed, and its echoes summoned a storm in the distance. He closed his eyes once, then opened them to look at you,

"I don't know, what do you love most about being human?"

There was an answer on the tip of your tongue, itching to be said out loud. But the approaching thunder stole it away, replacing it with a shrill shriek.

Your instinct prompted you to wrap your arms around Seungyoun's waist, to nuzzle your head into his recumbent chest. His laughter was all you heard for the longest time, but then as the thunder dulled, returning only sporadically in bits and pieces, you were greeted by peculiar silence.

Seungyoun had stopped breathing, his muscles were tense under your touch, but only when you noticed the crimson rushing into his eyes and enveloping them in a display of insatiable hunger did you finally understand your abrupt nearness had triggered Seungyoun's supernatural glutton.

You scurried away from him, apologising for your mistake in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I should've been more careful."

Seungyoun recovered his composure the moment you backed away from him, his casual smile taking over the residue of his hunger for your blood.

"It's not your fault. I'm getting bad at controlling myself..."

His cold fingers stroked your chin, pulling it up to join his lips with yours in a frigid kiss. You felt his fangs brushing against the underside of your mouth, grazing the sensitive skin, perhaps even drawing a meagre amount of blood.

He pulled away, with his eyes crimson once again, a clear indication of the lack of control he seemed to have today. It didn't frighten you, didn't make you want to flee from his side. You knew Seungyoun would never hurt you deliberately. You could trust him on that.

"...Especially around you."

His fingers sauntered down your lying body, drawing circles across your shoulders, all the way down to your stomach. His eyes were all you saw amidst the rush of strange sensations, for they sang a song of their own, divergent from what everything else had to offer.

Seungyoun had warned you about looking too long in his eyes the first time he'd met you, a joke played against your naivety. But now you understood why he'd said that.

His eyes had the unnatural ability to compel someone, to lure them in or to send them adrift. Every Vampire had such an ability, even the rest of the boys in Seungyoun's coven, but with Seungyoun it felt as if the ability was magnified, pulling you with a force greater than gravity itself. It was like an anchor to you, but it was Seungyoun's steering. Something with which he could compel you into anything, into anyone.

It should terrify you.

And you were always appalled to know that it didn't.

Your ceaseless trance was cut short when Seungyoun's eyes snapped away from your face, gazing behind you instead.

"Storm's coming."

It was a good thing. Storms meant shadows and darkness. They were what sustained Seungyoun, what concealed him from the blazing sunlight's persecution. But storms left you drenched and cold, they were a menace for your feeble human self, a reminder of the excruciating divergence between you two which you could never overcome.

At least not yet.

"You didn't answer my question."

For the first time in the day, you didn't smile when you spoke to Seungyoun. Obviously irked by the thunder looming overhead, you fidgeted with your fingers, waiting impatiently for an answer.

"I don't know, Y/n. I'd say nothing I miss nothing, mostly. Humans are weak, and so was I. And I hated being weak, being easily destructible, always pressured by the prospect of inevitable death. I miss none of it..."

His retracted his fingers from your skin.

You fought the urge to drag them back.

"...But then again, it'd be a lie if I say I don't dream about the warmth of rushing blood, the beat of a healthy heart. I miss the warmth. I miss the sunlight. And if I had ever met you and caressed you with that warmth when I was still human, I'd miss that too."

You heard him speak, digesting every word the same way your shirt soaked in the first few drops of imminent rain.

"And what do you love most about not being human?"

"Power. Immortality... But most of all, the ability to compel people with just a glance of my eyes."

Seungyoun pushed himself up from where he lay on the grass.

He stood now surrounded by the ironbarks of the slender trees, his pale face a strong contrast against their dusky hue. Light spilled from around his silhouette, coercing you to squint your eyes.

With an extended hand, he offered to pull you up.

A last question danced across the tip of your curious tongue, exhilarated to be said out loud after being buried for so long.

"How can I tell you haven't compelled me into falling for you?"

You took his hand, and he pulled you up from the drenched grass in one swift movement. He stroked away the hair clinging to your face, his eyes intently focused on the task alone. Around you the thunder gave way to earnest rain, and it soaked you up as you waited for an answer.

Seungyoun relished in the feeling of the tolerant rain, a sigh of relief finding its escapade through his mouth.

He looked at you with a smirk that made you weak to your knees, before finally answering,

"You can't."

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A/n: I had gotten a request for a vampire!seungyoun before so I decided to use that inspiration on this. — Waniya

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