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[hoshifighting]

Have you ever made love?

Synopsis: Jeonghan is your sex partner for months, but then, you discover he never made love with someone before, and you are ready to fulfill this pending.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Situatioship, smut, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, alcohol, eye contact, quality time, Jeonghan making (real) love from the first time, reader is kinda rational at first, unprotected sex (wrap it up), mentions of blood pressure, a sneaky link that is not sneaky. [my first time writing in english, sorry about some grammatical errors]

You and Jeonghan had began this thing in the beggining of the year, at first you started as friends, since both of you had friends in common. So you basically lived hanging out with the group, and you got along so well, and faster then the others. Parties, minibars, soccer on Wednesdays, movie sessions in Joshua´s house… A lot of places that everyone wanted to tell how you looked like a couple, or how you had a sexual tension, topics that at first you denied. But after thinking a lot about that subject, he decided to take action, asking you on a date - finally alone with you -, resulting in kissing you right before you arrive at the fancy restaurant he was going to take you to.

And these types of meetings have become frequent. Messy lipstick, crumpled sheets on a Friday night, after a few glasses of wine and some eye contact. It was too simple to have a time with Jeonghan during your nights, you just needed to call him, and tell how stressful and tense you are from work, he would understand the hint! And he also knows he can count on you on certain occasions. But always making sure that you don’t need to leave your cozy house on a cold Sunday just to see him, he would drive to your place and bring you some of your favorite chocolate.

Everything was too comfortable like this, no feelings involved, just partnership linked to attraction. None of you have to be trapped in a relationship, or even hide what you have, it’s just a casual thing. That's the first impression though. Everyone tell you, that you need to take it forward, but when you met for the first time, both of you had just broke up from tiring relationships, and that why you had to take a time before you have intimacy with someone again, and you didn’t want to affect your relationship with the group if something goes wrong - even when you discussed about this before, in case something happen, it wouldn’t destroy the vibe of the group -, anyways, it was too much for your mind right now, you just prefer to sleep under your duvet knowing that you had the best sex of your life on a random cold day, and you wouldn’t need to give some explanation in the morning after.

Today was one of the nights where you decided to spend the night in Jeonghan’s place. You are cooking, while he puts some covers and pillows for you on the couch, choosing a movie to finish the week in the best way possible, making sure that he will wash the dishes later. 

“I really want to make love with you tonight Jake…” the protagonist said, when they fucked almost the whole movie, Jeonghan couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Whats the difference between fucking and making love? It’s the same thing!”

“Oh my god what? Of course it’s not!” You looked at him unbelieving.

“There is?”

“Yes! There is!” You turned your attention to the TV again. Thinking how he couldn’t see the difference, you two fucked rough, including slaps, hair pulling, chocking and even more, how can he think this is love making? He must be kidding!

[…] 

After cleaning the dishes, he was holding you in his arms while you watched the stars and the light of the moon breaking into his apartment window. You turn to look at Jeonghan's face since he was very silent, and you find him staring at a random spot, thoughtful. “I can almost see smoke going out of your head… Why are you so contemplative?” You asked, sliding your nails on his forearm.

“How would you define making love?” 

You stopped for seconds, to give him the right answer, when is a topic really very relative “I don’t really know how to explain, it just… it just happens, but the difference is very clear” you look at him, and he twist his eyes to the ceiling “Jeonghan” 

“Hm?”

“Have you ever made love?” 

He looks at you confused, then looks back at the ceiling in complete silence. Suddenly he feels like he can’t speak, or remember when he did love. “No… I never made love”

You get up fast and look at him with wide eyes “Oh my god! How? But you had girlfriends before, I know that, how have you never made love?” 

“Y/N, have you ever made love?” Jeonghan stares at you anxious for an answer, still shocked about the information processing it. You nod positive, knowing the awkward atmosphere created in the room. After a minute of silence, you get up searching for your backpack “It’s already late, I think I should go Jeonghan” he runs to you, holding your hand, centimeters separating your faces. “No! Please, stay…” you drop your backpack on the floor again “I mean, Y/N, show me what making love is… Please” you stare at him internally surprised by how he’s asking so gently, almost begging on his knees, no sarcasm, so submissive, that was not common coming from Jeonghan. You touch his cheek and he lays his face on your palm, eyes sparkling with lust. Your lips meet gently, a kiss almost innocent, you never did this with him before, and honestly, you just decided to leave this fear behind. He hugs your waist, gluing your bodies together, walking disastrously to his bedroom, until you lay him on the bed.

Both of you removing your clothes in a blink of eyes, you tongue kiss him, sliding your hand on his warm skin, you can feel the arousal dripping from Jeonghan’s cock on your thigh, your mouth starts to kiss him on the neck, on his chest, on his abdomen, until you reach his pelvis. At this point, he was squirming in your kisses, whimpering when your nails slid on his waist. He looks at you, and starts to blush, and you slime “It’s okay Hannie, I will make you feel good”. 

There’s no need for him to be shy, you had sex a lot of times, your naked bodies were nothing new to the two of you, but it was his first time feeling someone taking time with him, bathing his body with kisses, and he didn’t even start to do anything yet. You kiss the tip of his cock, and his belly shakes a little with the sensitivity, then you slide his whole length inside your warm mouth, making Jeonghan hiss at the feeling. You bob your head on his cock, while he holds a ponytail of your hair, you can feel the veins of his cock getting thick and the precum mixing with your saliva, stopping abruptly from sucking him, making him moan with the loss of contact.

You rise until you are at the level of his face again, humping your wet pussy on his cock, making cries leave from his mouth while he squint his eyes “Oh my god, you are so w-wet baby” 

“Am I?” You smile, slamming your ass on him, his whole length inside of you right now, a weak moan leaves your mouth with your grip tight on the sheets, while Jeonghan arches his back calling your name like a mantra. Your wetness is already dripping on his balls, hips starting to move in a slow pace, while you moan in his ear. “How does it feel, baby? You are so deep inside of me, I won’t last long…” Jeonghan moans at your aroused voice. “Feels so good, so good baby, please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” He closes his eyes tightly, groans coming from the back of his throat.

“Open your eyes” you order, and he looks at you with hooded eyes “I want you to look at me, don’t close your eyes” he nods aggressively.

Jeonghan offer his hands as a support for you continue riding him, your eyes fixed on his, the room fulfilled with your moans and your thighs start to tighten around his hips, your orgasms approaching every second, the way that his tip was hitting your g spot made you clench so hard around him, that he swears he’s seeing stars right now “Ah Hannie! I’m cumming!” You groan loud, rolling your hips against him until you cum harshly on his dick, and he furrowed his eyebrows, mouth open like an “O” while you ride your orgasm. Your body collapses on him, and he holds you tightly while you don’t stop the rhythm from your hips. Your cries from the oversensitivity is making him feel so close, and the eye contact was still intact, one of your hands gripping his hair, and another holding his face. He brush your noses together, feeling your breath on his face, feeling devoted from the intensity of the feelings at the moment.

Suddenly he flips you over, still inside of you, doing circles on your clit with his thumb, while he pounds inside of you deep, looking another harshly orgasm to you “Hannie, H-Hanie!” You scream his name, crying while you dig your nails on his back. His hair glue on the skin of his forehead, and his mouth on yours right now, kissing you sloppy, since the both of you can’t stop moaning, the fast pace of his hips makes the headboard hit the wall, but you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to feel him cumming inside of you right now.

 “Cum for me, show me how much you love being with me” you speak on his ear, and like a switch, his orgasm washes him “Y/NNN” he moans filling you with his cum, and finally closing his eyes dealing with his pressure gradually falling from the orgasm.

He lays on the bed, by your side, hugging you with his face on the crock of your neck, until his vision comes back.

[hoshifighting]

heyyyy! i wanted to ask, if you could write a fluff one shot typa of thing, where wonwoo is a medium class guy, and then he is in love with a rich girl

also, I rlly like your posts, thank youu!! HOSHI FIGHTINGGGGGGG

Love don't cost a thing

Synopsis: In the bustling cityscape, Y/N, a 'Rich Girl,' and Wonwoo, a guy from the middle class, discover a love that defies societal norms. Faced with parental pressures, they decide to escape to a new city, selling luxuries to build a life of authenticity.

Word count: 1.3K

Rich girl! Reader X Middle class! Wonwoo

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of unsupportive, absent and greedy parents, making out, wonwoo is such a cute and supportive boyfriend, urban noises & aspects, etc.

Y/N, a vivacious soul with a heart as rich as her spirit, embodied the essence of a "Rich Girl." I, Wonwoo, a simple guy from the middle class, found myself captivated by her warmth and genuine nature. Y/N, adorned in the trappings of wealth, moved through the world with a grace that caught everyone's attention. Her life was a whirlwind of privilege, yet beneath the facade of affluence, she yearned for something more profound—an authentic connection that transcended the materialistic veil.

On the other side of the spectrum, my life unfolded in the embrace of a modest existence. I, a guy with dreams bigger than my bank account, found myself navigating the complexities of love in a world where status often dictated relationships. As I reflected on our journey, it dawned on me that Y/N, with the world at her feet, could have chosen anyone with wealth and prestige. Yet, she chose me — a simple guy from Uichan gu.

Our paths crossed one serendipitous day, and the magnetic pull of Y/N's charisma drew me in. In the vibrant chaos of the city, we discovered a connection that surpassed the superficial boundaries of social class. She showed me that her love didn't come with a price tag. Our dates weren't lavish affairs in high-end establishments but were instead simple and filled with laughter. It was in the stolen moments, shared glances, and heartfelt conversations that our love story truly thrived.

Despite the challenges posed by societal expectations, we stood resilient, holding onto the belief that love should be measured by the depth of connection rather than the thickness of wallets. Y/N, with a heart of gold, embraced our love with sincerity, choosing authenticity over the illusion of social status. She echoed the sentiment, affirming that material wealth was inconsequential in the face of love. Our love story became a testament to the idea that true richness lay in the intangible moments of joy, understanding, and unwavering support we shared.

As the city continued its relentless rhythm, our love soared above the cacophony, proving that in a world obsessed with status and wealth, the most valuable currency was the love we freely gave to each other. Our love story was a celebration of authenticity, transcending the boundaries of social class and echoing the refrain that, indeed, love don't cost a thing. 

As Y/N and I faced the storm unleashed by her parents' expectations, it became clear that the walls closing in on us were not made of bricks but of societal norms and familial pressures. Her parents, eager to secure a future steeped in societal approval, wanted her to marry a CEO's son — an alliance forged in the glittering halls of affluence. Yet, Y/N chose a different path, one paved with the bricks of love and authenticity. Our love story, born in the vibrant heartbeat of the city, faced its greatest test. She, who had discovered the wealth of love beyond material bounds, decided to run away with me, a guy from the middle class who had filled the voids left by her absent parents.

As we sat on the sidewalk, the city bustling around us, Y/N and I shared a moment of simplicity that transcended the grandeur of our past lives. The aroma of street food and the distant hum of the city formed the backdrop to our date. In our hands, cheap plastic cups held the most precious concoction — the essence of togetherness. She looked at me with eyes filled with both vulnerability. The time had come for her to share a secret she had been carrying — the sacrifices she had made for our love. "Wonwoo," she began, her voice a gentle melody against the city's cacophony, "I sold my apartment, and my car. We're going to escape to another city." tears glistening in her eyes. The luxuries she once called her own — her opulent car and the grand apartment where she lived alone — were now just relics of a life she was willing to leave behind. 

As the words hung in the air, I found myself caught between surprise and gratitude. The realization that she had let go of the luxuries she once held dear for the sake of our love stirred a profound sense of connection. It wasn't about the grand gestures or the lavish lifestyle; it was about the choice to build a life defined by love rather than societal expectations. In that moment, I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Y/N, it doesn't matter where we go or what we have. As long as we're together, that's home for me," I confessed, my heart swelling with love.

[…]

As I drove through the unfamiliar streets of our new city, anticipation bubbled within me. The small apartment we had chosen held the promise of a fresh start, a canvas on which we could paint the chapters of our shared life. The city lights sparkled in the distance, welcoming us to this new chapter.Upon arrival, our small but charming apartment unfolded before us — a cozy haven with a view that stretched into the heart of the city. As the delivery truck unloaded our essentials, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The fridge, the microwave, and a mattress — elements of a life we were building together.

Together, we set about turning the bare space into a home. Y/N's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as we hung curtains and placed cushions on the floor. The city lights outside became our backdrop, casting a warm glow on our shared endeavor. It wasn't about the grandeur of our possessions but the love we poured into every detail.

As night fell, our first night in the new apartment arrived. With a smile, we unrolled the mattress onto the floor, a symbol of the simplicity we craved. Covered by a duvet, we lay side by side, gazing at the city lights that now belonged to us. In the quietude of our shared space, Y/N spoke words that resonated with newfound freedom. "Wonwoo, for the first time in my life, I feel free. And I'm sharing this experience with you."

Her honesty tugged at my heartstrings. I turned to her "Y/N, I promise you, I'll make the possible and impossible to make you happy. This is our beginning, and every step we take, we take together."

The city lights shimmered outside, a silent witness to our vows. In the simplicity of that moment —t he mattress on the floor, the city lights as our ceiling, and the warmth of Y/N's presence — I found a profound sense of contentment. Our love, now woven into the fabric of our new life, was the foundation upon which we would build our shared dreams.

In the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window, our lips met in a gentle kiss — a celebration of the love that had brought us to this moment. The simplicity of our surroundings faded away, leaving only the warmth of our connection.

As the kiss deepened, an electric charge pulsed through the air, weaving a narrative of passion and longing. In the quietude of our new apartment, the world outside ceased to exist. My hands run trough her body, whimpers leaving from her mouth while her hands pulled my hair, just as the intensity of the moment reached its peak, an unexpected interruption echoed through the room — the familiar sound of our instant ramen, signaling its readiness from the microwave.

The spell was broken, and we pulled away from each other with laughter dancing in our eyes. The aroma of the instant ramen filled the air, a reminder that even in the midst of our shared romance, the practicalities of daily life still beckoned. “Ah, this fucking microwave!” I cursed the home appliance. 

“Don't talk about him like that! He will serve our meals at least this entire week!” With a chuckle, Y/N rose from the mattress on the floor, her fingers brushing against mine as she made her way to the microwave. As she retrieved the steaming noodles, our eyes met, and we shared a knowing smile. The interruption only added to the charm of the evening—a playful reminder that love could be found in the mundane as well as the extraordinary.

[hoshifighting]

Code of temptation

Synopsis: When a series of cyber threats puts national security at risk, Y/N is assigned to lead the investigation. Her team is complemented by Vernon, a computer genius known for his dexterity in deciphering the most complex codes.

Words: +1k

Reader! SecretAgent x Vernon! Hacker

Warnings: Smut, oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it up), dry humping, fingering, hair pulling, chocking, dirty talk and etc.

Your tight TechWear is starting to get uncomfortable, your fingers attached to the trigger, and your arms are already weak from holding the heavy gun, one wrong movement, everything is done. You wait for the sign from Mingyu, who is already in position to catch the target “1, 2, 3… Now!” he says in the little point of sound in your ear, and you do your shot.

The bullet hits the target directly in the head, and Mingyu runs in the middle of the basement to steal the small device that is the pivot of the mission you have been working on for the last few weeks. The both of you run to the back door, you enter the armored car that awaits you. 

“Objective accomplished successfully, mission completed with distinction and mastery.” Your chief says on the other line. Body finally relaxing on the car seat, while you do a little weak punch on Mingyu’s hand.

[…]

“We did a great Job Mr. Lee, we trained for this, but it’s difficult ultimately, they are more attached to the systems day by day, so we need to take action, and ask for the Department Head to recruit a Technical Expert, so we can obtain coordinates during missions” you point your pencil on the map in front of you “Promise me that by the end of the month, we will have some ‘technology guru’  to help us, and I promise to complete another mission as always.” that said, you leave the meeting room slamming the door loudly.

[…]

You hold a cup of coffee while you try to decipher the nominal codes on the computer screen, you snort and immediately give up on understanding the logic of the system in front of you. The computer room doorbell rings, and you can see a young man with brown hair waiting for the door to be opened, showing his FBI badge. You put your fingerprint into the system, and the door is slowly opened, revealing the boy, holding the shoulder strap from his backpack, wearing a black uniform, just like yours. 

“First off all, I am almost freaking the fuck out seeing all these algorithms with letters on the same screen” you point to the computer with raised eyebrows, and he closes the door behind him “and we should have met before the mission started, but since you're here now, we need to track them down as quickly as possible.” He agrees and sit on the chair in front of the desk.

“My name is Vernon by the way” the sarcasm is proliferated from his lips, while he maintains an extremely unbothered expression.

You snort incredulous at his audacity - even though the ironic tone in his voice may not have been intentional - you stop to look at him from top to bottom, analyzing his mannerisms until he actually starts doing something on the electronic device that hovers in front of him “very funny of you, but I would like more respect since I am leading this mission, and the hierarchy is very-“

“Oh come on don’t play like you’re 10 years older than me!” He says with the face still buried on the screen “and since you are leading the mission amidst so much cyber invasion, you should at least know how to clear your history, if I were your enemy, and found out that you listen to the same Backstreet Boys song for 9 hours straight, you would definitely no longer be my target, freaky ass girl”

The heels on your feet touches the cold ground towards him “This is an invasion of privacy!” You turn the chair, so now you make eye contact with him, pressing his shoulders on the chair. 

“This is being on the verge of madness!” You let him go, sitting on the couch on the other corner of the room, drinking your coffee ashamed.

The clicks on the mouse and the sound of the keys were driving you crazy, until he lifted his back from the chair and widened his eyes towards the computer, you run to see the screen popping a map with a lot of red ropes interlinked “Fuck! they’re on the building!” You recognize the structure of the department you are hiding in, running to get your guns attached to your waist, while Vernon turns off the trackers “We need to run away right now, we don’t have time!” You hold his arm, and you run through the company halls, until you leave the building, running down the opposite street. You led the way, while Vernon, the shy hacker, tripped over his own legs. The sound of sirens echoed through the streets, mixing with the frenetic rhythm of your footsteps. The cobblestone streets made escape even more challenging.

"Y/N, I think they saw us!", Vernon exclaimed, breathing hard.

You threw a quick glance behind you, displaying a confident grin. "Don't worry, Vernon, I have a foolproof plan." you say with pure sarcasm, and with a quick gesture, you grabbed Vernon's hand and led you into a narrow alley. The space between the two of you is tiny, you can clearly feel Vernon's minty breath hitting your face, the space doesn't help either, as your breasts are pressed against Vernon's chest - he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to like it.

The tension in the air was palpable as your eyes met, breathing heavily, you shared a moment of complicity that transcended the imminent danger. You instinctively grabbed Vernon's forearm, running your fingers over the skin still warm from running his eyes revealed a mixture of surprise and expectation, an electrically charged silence filled the narrow alley as your proximity grew. You, who are normally focused and fearless, felt a unique vulnerability at that moment. Then, without words, but with a shared intensity, you leaned slightly towards Vernon. The world around him disappeared when his lips finally touched, an instant of defiant lust in the midst of chaos. The narrow alley became a stage for the beginning of an immense desire between the two of you.

His right hand goes to your neck, pulling your hair, and the other, grab the meat of your ass, you moan in his mouth - you had even forgotten that you had a small beef with him earlier -, your hand goes down until you can fill your hand with his hardened cock, making him stop the kiss to bite his lip “Turn around” he orders. You hardly turn because of the compact space, and now your ass was pressed against his dick, as he pulls your skirt up, massaging your clit over the thin fabric of your panties “More, we don’t have time!” You whisper, and he slaps your cunt “Stop being hasty! Where's your 'foolproof' plan uh?” a high pitched moan leave your mouth, your hands holding on the little bricks of the wall so your face doesn't lie on them.

Vernon pulls your panties to the side, entering his fingers in your cunt, you hump your ass against him, feeling he hiss in your ear, the wet noises from your pussy and the sound of your panting breaths fills the alley, you moan feeling him going faster with his fingers. He suddenly stops the movement, opening his jeans, so he can slide his cock through your folds. “You are so hot, but fuck, you are so annoying!” he pulls your hair, slowly moving his hips finally diving into your heat, your eyes roll at the back of your head, his mouth kissing your neck.

The space was small, but he was doing wonder with his hips, circling his hips so his tip brushes against your g spot, making your legs go numb, you're lucky that he held you tight with an arm around your hip “Such a whore… Tsk” 

You can hear footsteps approaching you, while a light from a flashlight approaches, Vernon pulls you to hide deeper in the alley. 

“I think I heard something coming from here!"

He covers your mouth with one hand as he bites your shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows, still pounding deep inside of you, feeling your juices run down your thighs.

“It must be all in your head, come on, they must have gone that way!”

Vernon pulls you to rest your back against his chest, chocking you, while his hips are working faster “Afraid of being caught hm? So nervous that got you clenching so hard around my cock.” Your mouth opens, as you feel your orgasm approaching, his dirty talk between his moans was driving you crazy, squeezing him, while he throw his head back. “Fuck, I’m cumming” his cock twitches inside of your pussy, shooting ropes of cum inside of you, moaning low in your ear.

You can feel his cum running down your legs, he starts to rub your clit again, so slow it almost burns, his scent invading your nostrils, making your mind go blank, your body begins to tense, and an intense climax makes your legs shake, as he laughs proudly in your ear “Hmm… Thats it! Good girl..” He turns you around, so now you're face to face with him again, his kisses going down your jaw, as he fix your skirt. 

“The night isn't over yet, we still have targets to catch” he gets dressed again “but first, let me clean you up” he bends down, licking your thighs, until he reaches your pussy, holding your leg up on his shoulder, while you tremble sensitive. He stands up, wiping his mouth with his thumb. Vernon steals a kiss from you, before pulling you to run through the streets once again.

[hoshifighting]

Hey, I think these days I've been thinking about how seventeen would react to you being an actress, specifically if you acted as ghostface in scream 6

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Seventeen reacting to you playing the role of "Ghostface" in "Scream 6"

Seungcheol: Throughout the production, Seungcheol was a mix of pride and concern. Proud of your significant role in a major film, yet concerned for your well-being as you delved into the world of horror. Despite his protective instincts, he respected your craft and supported your choices.

After the movie ended, the lights came up, and Seungcheol turned to you with a mix of awe and playfulness. "You were amazing," he said, a proud smile on his face. Yet, he couldn't resist a teasing remark, "But that mask, it gives me the chills every time."

Jeonghan: As the filming progresses, you find opportune moments during pauses in the shooting to playfully attempt to scare Jeonghan on the movie set. The atmosphere is eerie, with dim lights and props scattered around, adding to the suspense of the horror film. 

"I told you, horror movies don't work on me," he chuckles, his laughter echoing in the dressing room. "But I appreciate the effort. Now, about that attitude of yours..." He walks closer, his expression becoming more serious but still playful. "I think it's time we address it, don't you think?" Jeonghan gently takes your hands in his, looking into your eyes with a mix of amusement and affection. 

"Maybe I need to show you a thing or two about real scares," he suggests, his tone teasing yet promising.

Joshua: Joshua, accustomed to the masked spectacles of his hometown's Halloween celebrations, believes he's immune to the scares. However, as he watches you, his sweetheart, embody the terrifying character on the big screen, he finds himself in a whirlwind of emotions. Unable to fathom how his usually sweet girlfriend can convincingly portray such a spine-tingling role, Joshua is left in shock and awe, leaving the cinema’s with widen eyes.

Jun: Between setups, you grabbed a Ghostface figurine from the prop table. Sneaking up behind Jun, you raised the figurine, ready to unleash a scare that would send shivers down his spine. However, as you jumped in front of him, your masked face and menacing posture failed to elicit the expected reaction. Jun turned around with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nice try," he teased, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to spook him.

A fake pout formed on your face as you let out a theatrical sigh, the Ghostface mask hiding any genuine disappointment. You slumped your shoulders, the black cloak adding a comical touch to your supposed dejection.

Jun, ever the good sport, decided to play along. He widened his eyes in mock horror, exaggerating his fear and stumbling backward. The crew, initially oblivious to your antics, turned their attention to the unfolding scene, unsure whether this was part of the script or an impromptu moment. Your disappointment quickly turned into amusement as you caught on to Jun's playful act. Laughter bubbled up between the two of you, and soon, the entire set joined in. 

Soonyoung: As the crew prepared for the first scene, Soonyoung decided to surprise you with a cup of coffee to calm your nerves. He tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway towards your dressing room, his heart pounding with anticipation. Little did he know, you were already in character, fully adorned in Ghostface's eerie costume.

The door creaked open, and Soonyoung peeked inside, a smile forming on his face as he saw you sitting there. However, the smile quickly faded as his eyes widened at the sight of Ghostface staring back at him. A blood-curdling scream escaped his lips, echoing through the quiet set. The cup of coffee slipped from his trembling hands, crashing to the floor in a burst of ceramic and caffeine. Soonyoung's wide eyes met yours, and for a moment, the chilling mask seemed to be grinning. He turned on his heels, terror in his eyes, and fled the room faster than anyone would have expected from the typically energetic and agile performer.

Wonwoo: He marveled at the elaborate set design and the meticulous attention to detail that went into creating the chilling ambiance. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing you were an integral part of this production. Eager to find you, Wonwoo navigated the maze-like corridors until he stumbled upon the room designated for Ghostface's makeup and costume. As he approached, he could hear the hushed conversations of the makeup artists and costume designers discussing the latest scene.

Just as Wonwoo was about to announce his presence, you emerged from behind a curtain, fully transformed into Ghostface. The sight took his breath away – the iconic mask, the ominous black robe – it was a spine-chilling masterpiece. Yet, when you saw Wonwoo, your eyes lit up with surprise and joy.

"Wonwoo! What are you doing here?" you exclaimed, momentarily breaking character.

"I couldn't resist the temptation to see my talented girlfriend in action," Wonwoo replied, presenting the bouquet. "I thought I'd bring some moral support and maybe snag a few spoilers."

You chuckled, appreciating the gesture, and gave him a quick kiss. "Sorry, no spoilers for you. But how about a tour of the set?"

Woozi: Behind the scenes, you were already immersed in your character's eerie persona. Dressed in the iconic Ghostface costume, you moved with a ghostly grace, practicing your lines and perfecting the menacing tone of the masked killer. The crew marveled at your dedication and skill, knowing that your portrayal would be crucial for the success of the film.

Woozi and your friends followed the echoing sounds of your rehearsed lines, their excitement building with each step. When they finally reached the set, they hid behind the shadows, eager to catch a glimpse of the Ghostface in action.

Suddenly, you emerged from the darkness, the Ghostface mask concealing your identity. Woozi's eyes widened in amazement as he watched you. The black cloak billowed around you, and the chilling voice sent shivers down his spine. "Woah! Woah!” He says utterly captivated by your transformation. Your friends exchanged amused glances as they too were caught in the spell of your haunting performance.

When you finally noticed Woozi and your friends behind the scenes, you couldn't resist breaking character for a moment. With a mischievous grin, you lifted the mask just enough to reveal a playful twinkle in your eye.

Minghao: Minghao, usually unfazed by horror movies and known for his calm demeanor, had decided to visit the set that day. Little did he know that he was about to experience a fear he had never encountered before.

As the cameras rolled and the scene unfolded, you, in the chilling Ghostface costume, moved with eerie precision. The pointy knife in your hand gleamed ominously under the studio lights. Minghao stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with mild interest. However, as soon as your character turned towards the camera, locking eyes with him through the mask, something changed. Minghao's body froze, and his eyes widened in genuine shock. The room seemed to grow colder as he stared at you, his usually composed self taken aback by the unexpected surge of fear. It was as if your mere presence in that costume had tapped into a primal instinct, awakening a fear he never knew he had.

The director called cut, and the tension on set eased. You shed the Ghostface persona, revealing yourself as the actress behind the terrifying mask. The crew congratulated you on a convincing performance, unaware of the effect it had on Minghao. Later, in the dressing room, Minghao approached you with a mix of awe and amusement in his eyes. "I never thought I could be scared like that," he admitted, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You laughed, relieved that Minghao had taken it in good spirits. "I guess I have a talent for scaring even the fearless," you teased.

Mingyu: As you heard the door creak open, you stifled a giggle. Mingyu entered, carrying bags filled with ingredients for your dinner. His tall, imposing figure commanded attention, and most people would think twice before messing with him. Little did they know that behind that intimidating exterior was a man who jumped at the slightest unexpected noise and was scared of his own shadow. He even felt too surprised when he found out you would play that scary role. 

The living room remained shrouded in darkness, the only sound being the soft shuffle of Mingyu's footsteps. He called out your name, but you remained silent, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal your surprise. Suddenly, the room was bathed in a harsh, blinding light as Mingyu flicked on the switch. His eyes widened, and the bags of food ingredients flew into the air as he let out a startled yelp. Startled, he stumbled backward, his tall frame crashing against the coffee table.

In the midst of the chaos, a carrot rolled out from one of the bags and found its way onto the floor. Mingyu, trying to regain his balance, stepped on the rogue carrot, his feet slipping out from under him. Arms flailing, he let out a comical yelp as he crashed to the floor, creating a mess of vegetables and bags.

You couldn't contain your laughter any longer and burst out from behind the couch, the Ghostface mask in hand. Mingyu, still on the floor, looked up at you with a mix of surprise and amusement. He chuckled, realizing he had fallen victim to your prank.

Seokmin: Seokmin, your boyfriend, clutched his jacket nervously as he stood next to his hyung, Wonwoo. The duo had decided to brave the unsettling atmosphere and support you on the set, despite their shared fear of horror movies. As they waited in the dimly lit surroundings, the distant sound of footsteps echoed through the empty corridors. Seokmin's eyes widened, and he instinctively leaned closer to Wonwoo for comfort. The tension reached its peak when the set door creaked open, revealing you in full Ghostface attire.

"Hey, guys, sorry about the—" you began, but your voice was abruptly cut off by a high-pitched scream. Seokmin's reaction was instantaneous, and he doves behind Wonwoo, clinging to his hyung for dear life.

"H-Hyung! Hyung! Hyung!" Seokmin stammered, his voice filled with genuine terror. He buried his face in the safety of Wonwoo's shoulders, his eyes tightly shut as if avoiding the horrifying sight before him.

Wonwoo, unfazed by the scare, chuckled and patted Seokmin's back reassuringly. "It's just Y/N, Seokmin." he explained, trying to calm the visibly shaken Seokmin.

You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. Slowly, you removed the Ghostface mask, revealing your familiar face beneath. "Surprise!" you exclaimed, your laughter echoing through the set.

Seokmin cautiously peeked out from behind Wonwoo's protective stance, his eyes wide with disbelief. When he realized it was indeed you, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washed over him. 

Seungkwan: As you prepared for the first day of shooting, Seungkwan, your ever-supportive boyfriend, couldn't contain his joy. He beamed with pride as he hugged you tightly, expressing how thrilled he was for your big opportunity. However, the happiness took a sudden turn when you revealed the costume to him through a video call. Seungkwan's initial grin faded into a look of pure dread. He squinted at the screen, his eyes widening as he took in the ghostly mask and the ominous black robe. "Jagiya, are you sure you have to wear that? It's too scary…” he whined.

Determined not to frighten him, you promised not to spook him with the costume, especially knowing how easily he'd get startled. On the day of the shoot, you bid Seungkwan farewell with a kiss and headed to the dressing room, ready to embody the chilling Ghostface.

However, in the flurry of preparations, you forgot something crucial—the prop knife for the scene. Rushing back to the dressing room, your mind preoccupied with the upcoming scene, you absentmindedly donned the Ghostface mask. With the prop knife in hand, you swung open the dressing room door, focused on the task at hand. But your plan to grab the forgotten prop quickly dissolved when you saw Seungkwan waiting for you, chatting on his phone, completely unaware of your return.

Caught off guard, you froze, realizing too late that you were still in full Ghostface attire. Seungkwan's eyes widened in sheer horror as he turned toward the door and met your gaze, his phone clattering to the ground. He stumbled backward, letting out an involuntary, high-pitched "HAJIMALLAGO!" while covering his face, a mix of shock and surprise etched on his features.

Vernon: Vernon, your boyfriend, wasn't the biggest fan of horror movies. Every time you attempted to watch one together, he'd find an excuse to leave the room within the first 10 minutes. Whether it was a sudden need to take a bath, an early bedtime, or simply claiming it was too late, Vernon always found a way to escape the clutches of horror.

Despite his aversion to scary movies, Vernon had decided to accompany you to the set of "Scream 6" to show his support. As you donned the Ghostface costume, you could see the reluctance in his eyes, but he managed a weak smile.

During a break in filming, you approached the director to discuss a particular scene. Vernon, not one for horror, opted to play on his phone a few feet away from the crew. The director and you engaged in a discussion about your character, and as he inspected my costume up close, you saw Vernon flinch out of the corner of your eye.

Unbeknownst to you, in his moment of unease, Vernon had unconsciously reached out and grabbed the hand of the nearby cameraman. His face turned a shade of red as he realized what he had done, hastily letting go and stammering an apology. The cameraman, equally surprised, chuckled at the unexpected encounter.

Dino: Chan, your boyfriend, watched you intently as you strolled through the set, his eyes following the graceful movements of the cloak. He marveled at how convincingly you portrayed the sinister character, every step and gesture sending shivers down his spine. The set was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hum of generators.

Every now and then, you would lift the iconic Ghostface mask to take a sip of water between takes. Chan couldn't help but smile as he observed the behind-the-scenes moments, the human side of the terrifying character you portrayed so convincingly. As the night progressed, he found himself drawn to the edge of the set, waiting for the moments when you would reveal your face.

Each time you removed the mask, Chan would approach, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, babe, I think the Ghostface look suits you. Maybe we should keep it…” he teased, his voice a playful whisper that only you could hear.

A smirk played on your lips as you responded, "Oh, really? And why's that, Chan?"

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Because I have a feeling we'll be using that mask for something other than filming by the end of the night."