#joon oc

[bamsara]

Rough scene storyboards that I do not have the motivation to clean up so I'm dumping them here. Still not feeling good about my art lately I can't even get past the sketchy phase anymore lmao

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[insidekatmind]

You’re my family~Hwang Jun-ho

The door creaks open. You know it’s him before you look up. The way he slips off his shoes without making a sound, the tiredness that weighs on his shoulders, the deep sigh he lets out as he enters.

“Welcome back, Jun-ho,” you say with a smile as you stand up from the couch. He nods in response, his eyes lined from a long day on duty. His uniform is creased and his jacket still bears the marks of a hard day.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse from fatigue. He sinks into the kitchen chair as you place a steaming plate in front of him. The smell of food fills the room, enveloping you both in a familiar warmth.

Jun-ho glances at you, silent gratitude in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have…”

“I know,” you smile, sitting down next to him. “But I like doing it. Besides, I know you never eat well on duty.”

He looks down at his plate, stirring his food with his fork. He doesn’t say anything, but you know it means a lot to him.

After a few bites, he sighs and runs a hand through his black hair. “Today was tough. A disappearance case… too much like…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish, you know what he’s referring to. His brother. His absence that still weighs on his heart.

You place your hand on his, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry, Jun-ho.”

He nods, then lets out a small, tired smile. “You’re always here for me, huh?”

“Always.” You say it without hesitation, with a sincerity he never questions.

After dinner, he leans back against the couch, his eyes slowly closing as you run a hand through his hair. The rhythm of your breathing and the warmth of your presence seem to melt the tension from his shoulders.

“You’re my family,” he whispers before falling asleep. And you know that, for him, these words are worth more than a thousand others.

[muniimyg]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (11) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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"mama!"

as you turn your head, your eyes light up at the sight of zion. you watch your assistant push the big conference glass door open for him. he bolts through, smiling brightly. you get up from your chair and bend down, opening your arms for him to crash into. zion giggles, launching himself at you. you squeeze him tight before picking him up.

then, you see jungkook running in after him with flowers in his hands.

"zion, we have to wait for mommy's meeting to finish—oh.." jungkook looks at his son, defeated. then, he pouts at you. "hi. sorry. we planned on waiting in the lobby but your assistant recognized zion and brought us up."

you shrug, trying to regulate your heartbeat. jungkook looks good (as usual) but something about him and this gesture weakens your knees.

"no," you breathe. "don't apologize. this is sweet of you two. are those flowers for me, z?"

zion nods.

"f is flowers for mama!"

you shoot jungkook a glare. in response, he tightens his lips and puffs his cheeks. "seriously? we just talked about his alphabet—stop laughing!"

jungkook ignores you.

he moves past you and greets your colleagues. he recognizes some from past christmas parties and others from the stories you've shared. they make small talk as you sneak in kisses and cheek squishes on zion. when their conversation ends, they slip out of the conference room leaving you and your little family.

swiftly, jungkook moves closer and takes zion from your arms. he whispers in zion's ear and then motions at you. zion offers you the flowers.

happily, you accept the flowers and thank him. then, you purse your lips for a kiss. "wow! thank you, baby."

when zion pulls away from the kiss he declares; "you’re welcome mama. now dada turn!"

without a second thought, you take a shot at jungkook. "did you teach him that too?"

jungkook chuckles. "you wish."

"says who?"

he rolls his eyes at you playfully. "awh! come on. you're just annoyed cos you know he thought of it himself."

"he's mischievous," you agree. "only means he's truly your son—"

"yeah, yeah," jungkook leans forward and gently kisses your cheek. "whatever you say, mama."

you laugh into the crook of his neck. zion laughs along and you scrunch your nose at him.

"daddy's annoying, z."

zion nods in agreement.

offended, jungkook gasps and tickles zion.

"what are you teaching our son?" jungkook pouts.

before you can answer, your attention shifts to the door where three interns enter snickering.

"sorry to interrupt, ms. ___... but is this your son? he's so cute!" one of the three interns asks, entering the conference room. you nod as jungkook shows zion off.

"zion, say hi."

zion bows his head and introduces the family. "hi! this my dada, this my mama, this me!"

"hi zion!" another intern chimes. "did you know your mommy always shows us videos of you singing? can you sing for us?"

"yes!" zion cheers. "want to hear my abc's?"

you clear your throat, unsure of what he could possibly pull.

"zion baby, maybe let's not sing your abc's—"

"a is for back together—"

jungkook covers zion's mouth.

"h-hey, buddy... why don't you sing itsy bitsy spider instead? do the dance too." jungkook suggests, ensuring his tone of voice is positive enough to convenience his son.

zion gasps. "yes, dada! itsy bitsy spider dance! cos i'm spiderman?"

the three interns awe.

they tell zion that he in fact is spiderman. jungkook puts him down, letting zion make waddle his way to them. the three interns bend down, all bonding and competing for zion's attention.

jungkook makes his way back to you. he wraps his arms around your waist and tilts his head at you.

"okay, fine.. i'll stop with the alphabet thing."

you huff. "good."

"you're not mad right?"

"about the alphabet thing? no, i'm not mad," you assure him. "why would i be mad?"

the word mad is a little strong. did it come off like that? maybe you should work on your facial expressions. having a resting bitch face comes with a lot of cons.

jungkook shakes his head, realizing you two were talking about two different things. "no. not that. not the alphabets... what i meant was; i didn't know if you wanted to see me here. disrupting your day or whatever.."

"oh that part? no. it's fine. i always wanna see you—y-you and zion, i mean.""

jungkook blinks at you.

"you and our son," you repeat. "especially our son."

jungkook smirks. "yeah?"

"yeah."

it's then that you realize how close he is to you. not so secretly, you take in his scent. he's freshly showered and his clothes smell like his favourite detergent (of course. he's pretty anal about laundry). it makes you laugh.

"what? why are you laughing?" he asks, smile disappearing.

snorting, you answer him. "nothing. you just... you love downy."

"so what?"

"it's just funny—hey!"

jungkook uses one hand to grab your ass. he grabs a handful. he loves your ass. only has (always will). you laugh, playfully shoving him away.

"yah! we're in public." you laugh.

jungkook squints at you. "should we go to your office then? zion has literally 3 babysitters right now."

"jungkook—"

he pokes your sides, shutting you up. "okay, but for real... aside from zion and i being obsessed with you; we're here to deliver some bad news."

you swallow, letting your mind run wild. what could be so bad that jungkook came over with zion to your work place? if it was a family emergency, he would've given it to you straight. yet, he seems to be calm about everything... surely, it can't be that horrible, right?

your eyebrows furrow together. "what's happened?"

"the unit above that was leaking? apparently, their floors flooded so now our unit's ceiling is leaking. they have to go in and figure out the pipe situation or whatever..." jungkook explains.

"what? holy shit. what do i do—"

"i went in to look for myself. it's not the end of the world but they definitely have to do some damage control. while i was there i just packed your clothes and zion's. grabbed your other stuff too but if i'm missing anything we can go back and—"

"what do you mean? like we can't go home tonight?"

jungkook shakes his head. "not for a good week or two."

"are you serious?" you panic, taking your phone out to check your emails and text messages.

... and there they are. 3 missed calls from your building manager, a lengthy message, and an email detailing everything.

"fuck," you hiss. "so.. what am i supposed to do?"

jungkook sighs, rubbing your back. "relax, okay? the furniture is fine. i moved things around and they said they would check in to make sure nothing in our unit gets ruined... but in the meantime... do you want to stay with your parents or—"

"you."

a beat

"if that's okay?"

jungkook nods, holding himself back. the truth is, it was more than okay. it was perfect actually. he's never been so thankful for a bad thing to happen... but goddamn was he over the moon for this. to be able to sleep in the same bed as you and his son for the next week or so? holy shit.

duh, it's okay.

you take a deep breath and shut your eyes. you try to process your feelings... the entire situation isn't that awful, it's just inconvenient and you didn't expect it to happen. you hate surprises like these. jungkook knows that better than anyone else therefore he thought it be best that he plays damage control for you. grabbing your belongings, picking zion up from daycare today, and delivering you the news personally... it made sense to. also, he didn't want you to stress and struggle without him by your side. of course, he has to be here for you. why would he want you to feel alone in this?

when you open your eyes, you realize jungkook pulled you in for a hug. as you lift your arms to wrap around him, you suddenly pull away when nam joon awkwardly enters the conference room.

"hey joo—nam joon," you greet him. your eyes shift to jungkook. jungkook gives you a look and your tummy feels a little weird. his gaze is stern and his jaw is slightly clenched. you know he caught your slip but you also know he's probably pleased with the way you corrected yourself.

"is that zion? wow, he's grown so much. looks like he's stealing the intern's hearts right now." nam joon asks, admiring your son.

in attempt to lighten the mood, you hit jungkook's chest. "seriously, what are you teaching our son?"

luckily, jungkook chuckles.

nam joon smiles politely. then, he extends his hand. "jungkook, nice to see you again."

jungkook shakes his hand, gripping it tightly. nam joon's eyes drop to the handshake.

"yeah."

... is all jungkook says in response to nam joon.

an odd silence falls between you three. for a moment, you all stand there and watch zion. zion waves at you and jungkook and you two wave back. nam joon watches as jungkook naturally puts his arm around your waist and feels out of place.

nam joon clears his throat.

"oh, did you need something?" you ask, refocusing. "i thought you had to meet a client this afternoon?"

nam joon moves past jungkook, closer to you. he hands you a few papers. you take them and read your name. "your contract is revised. your vacation days are approved. just need you to sign these so i can get my secretary to process them."

your eyes light up. "oh my god! really?"

nam joon smiles. "really. also, i didn't mean to, but i overheard about your unit situation. if you need a play to stay or the day off today—"

jungkook mimics nam joon's throat-clearing noise. he tugs you close and looks directly at nam joon in the eyes. "actually, the day off today would be perfect."

without noticing (as you've been flipping through the papers), you look up at nam joon and give him a hopeful looks. "hey, i did just wrap up with a client... and it's friday..."

nam joon laughs at your cuteness. "go home, ___. enjoy your weekend. your vacation is next wednesday, right? take the extra monday and tuesday off... enjoy your vacation."

your eyes light up for the second time today. jungkook hates it. he hates it even more when you break away from him and give nam joon a half-assed side hug. nam joon catches jungkook's death glare and thinks wow, this guy is ridiculous.

when you pull away, you excuse yourself to sign the papers and quickly look through it. when you finish signing and reading through, you hand the paper back to nam joon and join zion.

jungkook and nam joon watch you hold zion and laugh with the interns. it's an attractive sight, to say the least. you're so good at everything and you always make it look so easy. you're effortlessly funny and ambitious to the point there it's beyond attractive—it's compelling. then, there's the way you laugh. the way you throw your head back is so fucking graceful that the two boys catch each other starstruck.

"i asked her out."

jungkook clenches his jaw. a part of him is in disbelief at how blunt nam joon is. like, who the fuck does he think he is to be saying stupid shit like this? god. the ego on this guy... whatever. jungkook bites nam joon's bait.

"how'd that go?"

"i think you know how it went." nam joon chuckles. it's like he admitted defeat. suddenly the tension is cut and there's space for honesty. hence, nam joon's cue to confess.

"i always thought she was pretty. when she started at the firm, i wanted to ask her out but quickly found out she was in a relationship with you... not only that, but i think i met her when zion was only 1. i moved on. it wasn't that serious and honestly, she was so happy with you... then, you two split or whatever... and it took me 3 months to ask her out. when she said yes, i couldn't believe it. so, of course, i had this whole date planned. i reserved a rooftop table for us. i had the chef make a new menu for us... then, she stood me up. she told me she wasn't ready and that sometimes, it feels like it's hard for her to catch her breath. like she needs air and she wasn't ready to move on because she hasn't exactly given up yet... and that's okay with me. it was never about me anyway... since the beginning, i just wanted to be there for her."

nam joon exchanges a look with jungkook.

jungkook's throat feels dry.

"it's you, isn't it? you're her air."

zion falls asleep on the drive home.

when you arrive at jungkook's, you carry zion in while jungkook carries your bags. jungkook's place is tidy and you can tell he spent more effort into making it more aesthetically appealing for you. he took out scented candles and prepared towels and slippers for you by the bed. the studio looks more spacious in general.. you wonder what changed but you're also too exhausted to care.

"wanna do take out for dinner?"

"sure," you say as you place zion on the bed. "i'll probably wake him up in an hour. did you see how social he was with the interns? felt like he was about to run away and marry one of them."

jungkook snorts. "i'm guessing zion hasn't told you about his daycare girlfriend yet, huh?"

your eyes widen.

your heart drops.

"he has a what?"

jungkook bursts into laughter. "oh my god! ___, y-your face! god, you're such a mom now. this is so crazy..."

you attack jungkook. hitting his chest and tickling his underarms. "are you kidding me? don't joke about him it like that! my heart literally—"

"you honestly think i would let my son have a girlfriend before i get mine back?"

you pause.

"you're annoying."

jungkook laughs even harder. "i know! too bad you had a baby with me."

you roll your eyes at him. then, he tugs you close and sways you back and forth. "don't be mad. you're just hungry. grab my phone and order dinner."

pushing him away, you head over to the kitchen island where he left his phone. taking it, you stare at the lock screen. it's a picture of you and zion.

"what's your password?"

"hasn't changed."

oh.

okay..

you feel your heart race as you type in your birthdate.

jungkook watches and as you scroll through his phone. as you choose a restaurant, countless notifications begin to ring in from his groupchat with his friends.

"jungkook, your friends are texting—"

"ignore it. i already told them i'm not coming," he says, as he ties his already neat living room. "you're ordering us korean food, right? can you get me some—"

"it's yoongi's goodbye party... isn't that important?"

jungkook whines. "he'll be back! i don't get why he has to have a party."

"he's leaving for 1 year? dude, this is important!" you urge him, walking over and passing him his phone. "you're going! it's just one night. zion and i are fine here."

"... i don't want to go. i want to be home with you."

"i'll be here when you get back," you laugh. "and is this about yoongi's girlfriend? damn, he really said fuck long distance."

jungkook sighs. "at least him and his girl are together. feels like we're ldr—"

"not everything is about you, jungkook." you tease. "come on! go be a guy and have fun with your friends. tell yoongi i'm happy for him."

truth be told, you've always liked jungkook's friends. they were always so kind and soft-spoken. the chaotic ones like jimin and taehyung are single handedly zion's favourites. yours are the hyungs... yoongi especially.

"what?" jungkook scoffs. "jealous? your precious yoongi is in love with someone else."

"yes," you play along. "completely heartbroken, actually. wanna be my rebound?"

jungkook's gaze lowers.

"i hate that. don't say shit like that again."

you laugh hard, trying to lighten the mood. you make crying faces at jungkook and tease him. he ignores you, heading to the bathroom to get ready. you annoy him as he begins to get ready. he stays silent, letting you act cute. at one point, you sit on the sink and block him for seeing his reflection in the mirror. you fix his hair and pinch his cheeks. then, you kiss him and smile against his lips when he kisses you back.

when he gets carried away with the kiss, you jump off the sink and practically push him out the door. he asks for one kiss goodbye and you give in. jungkook promises to be home soon and tells you that tomorrow you guys should go to the aquarium or something. you agree and continue to push him out the door.

he stalls.

you laugh and get annoyed.

he kisses you one more time before really, truly, and finally going.

jungkook's mission is to show up, drink whatever shots they give him, and hurry home to you. he'll take the hits and swallow every raging question they have about your weird on-and-off-again relationship. he'll take the commentary and he'll soak in the empathy his friends water him in. he'll get irritated when they question why you're taking so long to get back together with him and he'll probably cry on the way home... doesn't matter though because this time, he'll come home to you.

jungkook wouldn't have it any other way.

1am is when jungkook comes home.

you wake up to him unlocking the door and stumbling to the bathroom. he manages to shower and you giggle at the moments he bangs into things and the whines follow. shortly, he makes his way to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water.

sneaking out of bed, you open his nearby closet and grab a shirt for him.

that's right.

he's tipsy, freshly showered, and shirtless.

the dream, right?

"jungkook, here—"

"oh my god."

sleepily, you squint at him. "what?"

"you're so pretty."

sighing, you shove his shirt to his chest. he giggles, taking the shirt and thanking you. he puts it on and continues to drink more water. you look around his counters and spot his medicine tray. walking over, you search and find medicine to help with the obvious hangover to come. handing it to him, he smiles at you sleepily and takes it.

as he swallows the medicine, you rub your eyes and wake up a bit more.

"your mom came by."

jungkook groans. "and what? did she nag you to tell me to eat my meals?"

you snort, hitting his shoulder. "she told me to hurry up and marry you."

jungkook chuckles.

"for once, i agree with my mom."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

jungkook moves closer to you and stretches his neck. he looks for zion and furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he realizes zion is no where to be found.

"hey ___... where's our son?"

"your mom took him after dinner. he's sleeping over. said to pick him up whenever," you explain. "she said to rest and get married or something.”

"oh," jungkook yawns. "is that it? are we getting married tomorrow?"

you can't help but play along. smirking, you tell him; "you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you?"

jungkook chuckles. "i'd like you to quit your job more actually."

"wow! are you this drunk?" you giggle. "mad brave for saying that."

he glares at you. "i make enough to support all of us. you're unhappy with the firm? quit and take your time looking for a new one. quit being a lawyer for all i care. start your own firm and use my card to pay for it. i don't care."

gasping, your cheeks flush red. "you're so fucking drunk."

"i'm not drunk."

"right," you yield. "if you were drunk, you'd be trying to have sex with me right now."

he squints at you. "drunk sex isn't my favourite."

slightly offended and surprised, you ask, "really? what's your favourite then?"

without hestiation, jungkook answers you.

"morning sex."

"really?"

"i love waking up next to you. i love how easy it is... don't get me wrong, the freaky shit we do is great! i just think the laziness and warmth of morning sex between us is like.. 100 times more intimate and i miss that, you know? i miss being close to you."

jungkook's confession moves you in a way that you've never expected his words to. sure, he says things that throw you off... but you've never known about this. no wonder he was always so adamant on morning sex all these years. honestly, he probably impregnated you with zion during one of those morning sex sessions. it slipped your mind though... and maybe that's exactly it. he's right. morning sex has always been effortless and natural between you two. it's always been easy and so fucking good.

you miss it too.

then, jungkook say another thing.

“i also miss coffee in the morning with you.”

“where did that come from?”

“i bought a nespresso.”

huffing, you make a confession. “ohh.. i don’t drink much coffee these days. don’t know if i even like it anymore.”

“i know,” he tells you, eyes glossy. “when did you stop?”

for some reason, you have a gut feeling he isn’t talking about coffee anymore… and it stings. you aren’t too sure of what to say or do… so you make the most of it and you redirect the conversation.

“did something change in here, by the way?” you ask, looking around. “it feels different.”

jungkook thinks for a moment.

“i got rid of a drawer… emptied it cos the clothes inside went to your place.”

“ohh…” you snicker. “that’s… yeah—“

out of nowhere, jungkook blurts; “i love you a lot.”

you nod. “i love you a lot too.”

“___, i hate being broken up with you,” he laughs. “it’s the worst. like, it’s not even that it’s exhausting… it’s that… it’s so sad. i just.. i don’t get it, you know? loving you is the easiest thing but to understand this fucking mess? i don’t… i don’t get it. i’m afraid i never will. ___, what am i supposed to do?”

“i don’t know either,” you choke out. “i’m sorry.”

defeated, he sighs.

“i know. it’s okay… i don’t blame you. plus, i’ve been doing pretty good with the whole winning you back thing, right?”

you laugh.

he does too.

then, a silence falls upon you two. it’s nothing intense or tense for that matter… just a little comforting. to simply soak in each others presence is another blessing jungkook is thankful for.

"can i ask you something else?" jungkook inches closer to you. you let him. soon, his hands are on top of yours and he's standing right in front of you.

looking up at him, you tilt your head and offer a soft smile.

"are we over?" he asks, voice shaking. "are we really over? cos it doesn't feel like it."

"what does over mean?" you ask in return.

he shakes his head at you. "what’s up with lawyers and avoiding questions? fuck, ___… don't change the subject."

"i'm not changing the subject," you defend yourself. "i'm asking you... what does over mean to you?"

jungkook doesn't have an answer.

tongue-tied, the best he can do is say; "whatever over means... it's not this. it's not us... and honestly? if you don't know what it means... then it's not over. we're not really over. yay."

"yay?"

"shut up." he hisses. "i'm tired. i love you. i'm sad my mom took zion. i wanted us to wake up as a family."

you pout, instantly feeling like a horrible person for giving zion away so easily to his grandma. "awh, poor daddy."

jungkook rubs his eyes, pretending to cry. you laugh, shoving him playfully. he joins your laughter before sighing deeply.

"the guys miss you."

for some reason, these 4 words make your heart ache.

"i miss them too."

"miss them enough to get back together with me?" jungkook attempts, wiggling his eyebrows. "yoongi says if his girlfriend dumps him and you never get back together with me... he'll come in and steal you from me. he said he can't wait to be zion's step-dad."

you laugh for the nth time.

"it's not funny," jungkook cries. "i almost punched my best friend cos i was so pissed."

you aren't worried in the slightest. jungkook's friends have always been good at handling him and because they're good at handling him.. they know exactly how much to push and pull before he acts a certain way.

"you're a good dad," you admit to him. taking his hand, you rub your thumbs against his skin. he looks at you lovingly, more than ready to believe whatever you have to say to him.

"you're always the first to zion's events and always know how to put him to sleep. he asks for you more than you know. i never thought that the whole 'my dad is my hero' thing was real until you two bonded. he copies everything you do and everything you are. he's kind and thoughtful. he's funny in ways that take away my exhaustion. jungkook, you are the best dad there is. i don't say thank you enough for doing everything you do for zion. i appreciate you, truly. you're the best thing to have ever happened in my life. truth is, i don't think i could have anyone else's babies. you're it."

right then and there, jungkook feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders. he isn't sure if he has completely sobered up or if it's because of everything you just said.

he then dips his head low and you tiptoe to kiss him.

against your lips, he smiles and murmurs;

"we're so not over."

when jungkook wakes up, you're naked.

you climb onto him, laughing as he rubs his eyes dramatically to make sure this isn't a dream. as you throw your head back, he places his hands around your back and pushes your body close. he kisses your breasts to up your neck. then finally, your lips.

it's slow and so fucking french.

bonjour, mon amour.

it doesn't take long for jungkook to take his shirt off and slide out of his shorts and underwear. without warning, you slip his dick inside of you. it's easy. his morning wood has not and did not disappoint.

inside you, he moans at the feeling.

so soft.

so tight.

so fucking good.

you place your hands on top of his lower abdomen to stabilize the way you grind on him. as his dick is inside of you, you feel it twitch and harden with each second you grind yourself on him. harder and harder, jungkook grunts at the sight of your pretty folds just smashing and leaking all over him.

as you lose your breath, you bring your hands back. placing them on his upper thighs, you take this opportunity to ride him sensually. moving your hips back and forth (and a little up and down), jungkook watches as his entire cock is being eaten up by you. god, he loves the view. he places his hands on your waist, helping and guiding the way you move.

you moan.

"f-fuck... feels so good, jungkook. you're so big. so fucking b-big—a-ahh! ah, ah, ahhh.. f-fuck!"

jungkook rubs your clit.

his eyebrows furrowed, eyes on you, and his mouth is slightly agape. he's so into it. he loves the way you're reacting to his touch and he loves the way your pussy clenches to his cock.

“prettiest cunt,” he pants. “h-holy shit. so fucking swollen. look at that! a-arghhh.. my pretty woman, ohhh! f-fuck, i love you.”

“i l-love you too, honey.”

jungkook loves the way you say it. it makes him feel some type of way.. his stomach twists and turns. he feels like his dick is about to explode.

after a few moments, you feel yourself approaching your climax. fuck, he was right... morning sex was easy. at this pace, he could easily drag this... or he could let you cum and do it over and over again.

just when you're about to tell him you're close, he takes a hold of you and switches. jungkook rolls you to your back and keeps himself inside you while doing so. towering over you, you giggle at the position change.

"what? a naked woman on top of you wasn't enough?"

he rolls his eyes.

"morning sex is my favourite," jungkook grunts. "let me have this."

you smile at him. "whatever... i was close, just so you know. now you have to start over. i feel like i lost the high."

jungkook laughs before leaning in and kissing you. he kisses you so fucking good you squeeze his ass. in response, he rolls his hips, digging himself deeper in you. you moan and he takes the opportunity to kiss your neck. bringing his kisses to the back of your ear, he hums; "that's okay, honey. i can show you what devotion is."

jungkook is no liar.

he does exactly as he says.

he fucks you like he's missed you for years. he knows when to drag out the orgasm and when to give it to you. he fucks you with your legs over his shoulders. he fucks you doggy style, hitting inside you so deep... he lets you ride him again and this time, he goes crazy with groping your breasts and playing with your nipples.

morning sex with jungkook is everything you remembered and more. it was warm and easy. it was cozy, sloppy, and messy at the same time... but it felt good. to wake up beside him and have him right away... yeah. it felt good.

to be able to laugh and kiss beneath the sheets. to be tangled with one another and greeted by the gentle sunlight. to be together and to feel the love between you two… well, it feels like home.

jungkook cums a whopping 3 times and prioritizes your 5 leg-shaking orgasms.

when you tell him you want to suck his dick to even the score, he jokes and tells you that he has jerked off to your selfies almost every day for the past week. you tell him he’s gross and if that was the case; it would've been better to film a sex tape or something.

jungkook laughs and reminds you that he has the baby monitor on. he'll just watch the playback when he misses you.

disgusted (and a little wet), you then take his phone from the nightstand and give it to him. you lay underneath him, gesturing him to go on top on you. there, he places his dick on your lips. you kiss it, holding the length with your small hands. jungkook cums almost 3 minutes into the hand/blow job (loser alert). quickly, he takes a picture of his cum over your face.

"there," you say, licking the cum off. "you have the baby monitor sex tape and that picture. jerk off all you want... we're even now."

"no need," jungkook laughs. "you're here for a week or so, honey."

the day passes by with a quick shower (together) and brunch. he cooks his heart-shaped pancakes and you cut up fruit. you two sit and watch the accidental sex tape you two made through the baby monitor and laugh at how stupid you two look.

when you two finish, you clean up and get ready to pick up zion together. with plans to cafe hop, jungkook opts to drive and take his car. you agree and follow through.

as he starts the engine and gets to driving, the sun shines at his face. he squints.

"can you get my sunglasses, please? they're in there," jungkook points at the glove compartment. you nod and open it. easily, you find jungkook's sunglasses and hand it to him.

as he puts it on and as you're about to shut the glove compartment, you see it.

tiffany & co

jungkook does a double take. then, he decides... fuck it.

"do you want to see it?" he asks, trying to decipher if you were about to freak out or not.

instead, you purse your lips and take a deep breath through your nose in.

"it's yours," jungkook adds. "do you want to put it on? for fun or whatever?"

"maybe not today," you tell him with a gentle tone. though, truth be told, you were curious... but you didn't want to feed in and wear the ring unless you were ready to actually marry him. plus, where's the magic if you look at the ring right now?

"someday?"

"someday."

he'll take that.

jungkook reaches for your hand and you give it to him. he kisses it before placing his hand on your thigh. you feel so high school but it's also such a relief.

he continues to drive and you think about it.

you think about everything... how he has and will be the only man you've ever love(d). how you can't see anyone else being the father of your child(ren). how when you think of home, you only see him. how complicated you've been and how patient he's been... and it's then, at exactly 8 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days when the feeling sinks in.

then, you think about it some more.

you really think about it..

by the end of the car ride, you know.

you know.

[allottedsin]

⠀﹙⠀𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭⠀﹚ ɴᴏᴜɴ /𝑠𝑎̄𝑛𝑡/⠀in this temple, 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦, a white-eyed goddess tells me: you are not a 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦, but a body. your 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 is made of raw meat and your 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 is made of your heart.

╋━⠀⠀ PARK SAE RO YI⠀/⠀박새로이.⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀VERSE⠀𝟖﹕𝟏𝟖⠀—⠀𝒂⠀𝖕rayer⠀w𝑟it͟t͟e͟n ⠀in⠀ 𝖇lood ⠀protect⠀the⠀𝓫ible⠀between⠀𝐲our⠀𝗸͟𝗻ees．

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔢𝔲𝔪 𝔡𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔞 𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔦𝔰

[foresthouseowo]

They may swear, fight, and get angry at each other.

Narinder stubbornly believes that Leshy is no longer his younger brother, not after the betrayal. Leshy covers him with curses and wishes him death (lol).

But this is what Narinder sees. He didn't see how his brother was furtively watching him and was slightly annoyed when the lamb freely communicated with him. He did not see how he nervously watched him go on a hike.

And after being wounded, Narinder saw him lying on his bed and sleeping (apparently he was waiting for him to get better, and accidentally fell asleep)

Was Leshy worried? About him? But is this the god who was for his expulsion? ....Is Leshy still a traitor, or is it his little brother?

[darksisterrr]

𝑳𝑨 𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵 +18 | DOS DISPAROS (PT 2)

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦/𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴: 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵, 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘏𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘶𝘯-𝘩𝘰 𝘹 (𝘛/𝘕)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰́𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰́𝘯.

No olviden dar like y repostear para que más personitas lean 💕

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El año después de la tragedia en la isla había sido una prueba constante para Jun-ho y (T/N). El peso de lo vivido no se desvaneció con su rescate; al contrario, parecía anclar sus almas a esa maldita experiencia, arrastrándolos al abismo cada vez que intentaban respirar con normalidad.

Jun-ho apenas hablaba sobre lo que ocurrió. El disparo de su hermano había dejado una cicatriz profunda en su pecho, no solo física, sino emocional. Aunque sobrevivió al balazo y a la caída, el dolor real provenía de saber que In-ho, su único hermano, había elegido el camino de la oscuridad. Su frustración, su rabia, se volcaba en una rutina exhaustiva de preparación. Pasaba horas entrenando su cuerpo herido, revisando archivos y mapas, siempre con el rostro endurecido.

(T/N) no era muy diferente. Tras salir del hospital, se enfocó completamente en la misión. Su herida tardó en sanar, dejando una leves secuelas que ella se negaba a reconocer. Pasaba las noches estudiando los movimientos de los organizadores de los juegos, memorizando nombres y conexiones. Pero, a diferencia de Jun-ho, (T/N) no ocultaba su dolor. Era transparente en su rabia, en su frustración, y en cómo las pesadillas la atormentaban cada noche. La caída al mar, el frío que la atravesó, el miedo de perderlo... todo volvía como una tormenta incontrolable.

Aunque ambos intentaban seguir adelante, los fantasmas de la isla los perseguían en cada esquina. La relación entre ellos comenzó a tensarse, no por falta de amor, sino por el peso de la culpa compartida. Jun-ho no podía dejar de reprocharse por no haber protegido mejor a (T/N). Ella, por su parte, se culpaba por no haber sido más fuerte cuando lo necesitaba.

Ahora, mientras preparaban la misión para infiltrarse en la fiesta de disfraces, esa tensión explotó.

(T/N) estaba de pie frente al pequeño espejo del motel, ajustando la ropa que llevaría puesta. Jun-ho, sentado al borde de la cama, miraba en silencio, su mandíbula apretada. Finalmente, no pudo más.

—Esto es una locura, (T/N). No deberías venir —soltó, su tono más cortante de lo que pretendía.

Ella se giró lentamente, cruzando los brazos. —¿Otra vez con eso? Ya lo hemos hablado, Jun-ho. No voy a quedarme atrás.

—No entiendes. No es una discusión. ¡No voy a arriesgarte de nuevo! —se puso de pie, alzando ligeramente la voz.

—¿Arriesgarme de nuevo? ¿Crees que tú tienes la única palabra en esto? —respondió, acercándose a él con los ojos encendidos.

—¡Sí! Porque si algo te pasa otra vez, no voy a poder soportarlo.

Su confesión fue como un golpe en el pecho, pero no suavizó la mirada de (T/N). —¿Y qué hay de mí? ¿Crees que no me preocupa cada vez que sales ahí fuera? ¿Que no me duele verte cargar con todo esto solo porque crees que tienes que protegerme?

Jun-ho pasó las manos por su cabello, desesperado. —Es diferente. Yo elegí esto. Tú no tienes que hacerlo.

—¡Sí lo elegí! —gritó, dando un paso más hacia él—. Elegí quedarme contigo, elegí luchar por las vidas que destruyeron. Elegí no quedarme de brazos cruzados mientras siguen matando a personas inocentes.

La habitación quedó en silencio por un momento, solo roto por el sonido de su respiración agitada. (T/N) bajó la mirada, sus hombros temblando ligeramente.

—No quiero perderte, Jun-ho. Pero no puedo ser quien te detenga de hacer lo que tienes que hacer... y tú tampoco puedes detenerme a mí.

Su sinceridad lo desarmó. Jun-ho cerró los ojos, luchando con las emociones que llevaba reprimiendo durante meses. No quería admitirlo, pero la idea de perderla otra vez lo aterrorizaba.

Cuando abrió los ojos, la encontró mirándolo con la misma intensidad, pero esta vez con un rastro de lágrimas en los suyos.

—Te amo, Jun-ho —susurró—. Pero no puedo ser la razón por la que falles en esto.

Fue entonces cuando todo se desmoronó en su interior. Con un movimiento rápido, la tomó del rostro y la besó. No fue un beso suave ni calmado; fue desesperado, cargado de la rabia, el miedo y el amor que no podía expresar con palabras. (T/N) respondió con la misma intensidad, como si ese beso pudiera sanar todas las heridas que ambos cargaban.

La discusión, las heridas, el miedo... todo se desvaneció mientras se aferraban el uno al otro en la pequeña habitación, buscando consuelo en el único lugar donde podían encontrarlo: juntos.

Las grandes manos de Jun-ho comenzaban a masajear los senos de (T/N) mientras hundía su cabeza en el cuello de la mujer, succionaba su piel con suavidad y deseo, las manos de ella acariciaban el cabello del hombre tratando de sentirlo más cerca, quería que aquel momento nunca acabara.

Con movimientos precisos y rápidos el quito el jean de su pareja dejando a la vista una ropa interior de encaje negro, Jun-ho amaba ese tipo de conjuntos de lencería qué su novia usaba a diario, el solía pagarle cada uno de ellos con la intención de que ella le modelara en un espectáculo erotico.

—Uff..., extrañare tanto este coñito—una suave palmada impacto en el lugar nombrado y sin perder un segundo más comenzó a estimularla.

—Cuando esto termine, espero que nos mudemos a una hermosa casa en las montañas...—con la respiración entrecortada (T/N) hablo mirándolo a los ojos.

Una risita salió de los labios de Jun-ho seguido de un asentimiento, observaba la figura de su mujer sentada en el escritorio y sudando de la excitación qué sus dedos le causaban y una idea fugaz recorrió su mente haciéndolo tensarse. El hombre bajo el cierre de su pantalón y saco su verga erecta y palpitante de su ropa interior; no quería lastimar a (T/N) por lo que con saliba la lubrico y comenzó a estimularse a si mismo un poco, para luego agarrar a su pareja del cuello contándole la respiración y dándole un beso intenso.

—Si te pierdo me perderé a mi mismo para siempre, no puedo vivir sin ti y no soporto la idea de verte lastimada por esos bastardos.

Antes siquiera de que (T/N) pudiera responder el grueso miembro masculino de su novio ingreso de manera brusca y rapida dejándola sin aliento. Abrazó por los hombros a Jun-ho y comenzó a gemir con intensidad mordiendole la piel y besandole el cuello.

Sus movimientos eran rápidos y fuertes, el glande chocaba con el fondo de la vagina haciendo que en cada estocada un quejido leve saliera de sus labios, las fuertes manos de Jun-ho alzaron el trasero de (T/N) y separo sus nalgas comenzando a follarsela como un animal, no quería dejarla, no quería separarse de ella y a toda costa deseaba protegerla, pero ella no lo permitía.

Logro identificar cuando su novia llegó al orgasmo porque su cuerpo se debilito y recostó su cabeza en su hombro gimiendo con cansancio y suavidad, aún así su ritmo no cambió y cuando el derramó su semilla en el coño de (T/N) surpiro de placer y la llevo en brazos hacia la cama recostandola en el colchón y dejando muchos besos por toda su cara, de la misma forma acariciaba con delicadeza la piel del cuerpo de ella.

—Quédate aquí, iré por algo para limpiarte—indicó Jun-ho refiriéndose al semen que escurría del coño de (T/N).

Jun-ho entro al baño y se observó fijamente en el espejo, una lágrima resbaló por su mejilla sintiendo culpa, pero no podía echarse atrás, debía protegerla a toda costa, así que a pasos largos y rápidos le echo un último vistazo a (T/N) y salió del cuarto dando un portazo y comenzando a dejarla encerrada con llave en la habitación.

La mujer se dio cuenta de lo que estaba pasando y comenzó a golpear la puerta mientras gritaba de rabia, se sentía triste y traicionada.

—¡Jun-ho! ¡No puedes decidir por mi!—con sus puños golpeaba una y otra vez la madera de la puerta—¡Me estas traicionando!

Al otro lado Hwang Jun-ho cerraba sus ojos con culpa mientras se recostaba en la pared contraria a la de su habitación con (T/N), para el eso había sido lo correcto, y esperaba que ella comprendiera.

—¡¡¡Abre la maldita puerta!!! ¡¡¡Ábrela!!!—gritó con furia (T/N) comenzando a llorar de impotencia.

—Vendré por ti mañana, mi vida..., lo juro, solo quiero protegerte.

Cegada de la ira, (T/N) buscaba la manera de salir de aquel lugar, intentó derribar la puerta pero muchos de sus intentos eran nulos, se asomó por la ventana, pero lo único que vio fue que se arriesgaría a una gran caída si siquiera intentaba hacerlo.

Dos voces se unieron a lo que estaba ocurriendo, voces familiares.

Seong Gi-hun y Choi Woo-seok.

(T/N) volvió a acercarse a la puerta tratando de descifrar si sus amigos estaban allí o solo era su imaginación.

—¿Qué sucedió oficial?—inquirió el más risueño de los tres— Hace algunos momentos estaban muy... felices.

—Estoy protegiéndola, no quiero que nada le pase—respondió él detective mirando a los dos hombres a su par.

Un golpe fuerte y seco resonó otra vez y con más rabia de la que ya tenia (T/N) pateo la puerta con fuerza.

—¡Gi-hun! ¡Sácame de aquí!—exclamó con la voz rota golpeando una vez más, pero con menos fuerza que las anteriores—No pueden dejarme aquí..., yo también quiero ayudar, tengo el derecho a ayudarlos..., yo también estuve allí.

Jun-ho negó hacia Gi-hun quien consideraba abrir la puerta.

—Gi-hun..., no puedes dejarme aquí—comenzó a hablar ella ya con un llanto prominente de la impotencia que sentía—, los dos estuvimos en ese infierno, yo también quiero vengar a Ali, a Sae-byeok...—intentó convencerlo—, no me pueden hacer esto...

—Lo siento (T/N)... Es lo mejor para ti—Gi-hun le dio la razón a Jun-ho—. Vamonos, ya casi es hora.

Un grito de rabia y más puños y patadas a la madera fue lo último que escucho Hwang Jun-ho antes de alejarse del dormitorio donde había dejado encerrada al amor de su vida.

—Perdóname, pero no lo entenderías...

[aeskit-ifnie]

I haven't posted here in a while so have a little mermay hanjun.

I've never really participated in mermay before. And the last mermaid art I made was back in 2012. Deep deep into my Sanji era. Lol

She a Manatee, a sea cow, floating away uncaring. He a blacktips shark. Lurking and watching her go. Doesn't seem she noticed him yet.

[joonebugg]

JOONEBUGG!!!!!!!!! DROP ANOTHER OC X CANON WITH HORROR SANS!!!!!!! AND MY LIFE........ IS YOURS...........

YES SIR SOAKED-GHOST SIR!

Drew them getting married like you said that one time

(He/him on Rowan please ^_^)

Tags and credits under the cut!

Horror belongs to - sour apple studios

Rowan belongs to - me

@toffeebrew @lovelessbachelor @bluepr1ntyy @vanglaggle @mafuyumagnet @oliveatesoap @loserfurry

[amamaiiya]

:3 I would love to see Joongi in your style Ama. [or June but i'm not pushing my luck ahaha] But if you are not in a mood for anything Joongi.... I would love to see Kiryu and Kaoru just holding eachother face like it's their final moment... bit of angst.

you look beautiful in a hanbok 😊🧡

i hope you like it!

[bamsara]

Older comic pages I made before the Trod Chapter where Leshy brings back Joon from disappearing in Darkwood for a month.

Orignally Lamb and Narinder were supposed to have The Fight right then and there and Leshy was going to catch onto how much patience Nari had for the Lamb despite being a self-serving god, and have a conversation with Joon for more insight about their relationship prior to his arrival.

Ended up being rewritten later since it makes more sense for the Lamb to not want the cult to witness the fight + Leshy losing his ✨yellow cat privileges✨ as consequences for running off with them, but I do still plan on Leshy confronting Narinder about a few certain suspicions

[joonebugg-art]

What's up, Mouthwashers? Self insert for my fav dental hygiene game

Tagging my moots under the cut!!!!!

@toffeebrews @lovelessbachelor @bluepr1ntyy @oliveatesoap @vanglaggle @pjsilk @pucabearry @taxavoider @loserfurry @thenamesapollo

[insidekatmind]

After the fight~ Wi ha joon

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

The air was thick, almost suffocating, even though the night was cool. You could still feel the heat of the argument on you, the anger making your hands vibrate as you clutched your bag tightly. Wi Ha Joon was beside you, stiff, his jaw clenched and his eyes dark as the night. He hadn’t spoken to you since you left the house, yet the tension between you was so intense it felt like it could take shape.

The club was crowded, the music pulsing through your veins like a second battle waiting to erupt. Your friends were laughing, moving through the crowd without sensing the tense energy that enveloped you and him. You tried to ignore him, tried to dance, tried to talk to the others, but every time you turned around, there he was.

Ha Joon was still against the bar, a drink in his hand, but his eyes… his eyes were riveted on you. Cold, intense, deadly. A death stare that made you feel vulnerable, exposed. His every look was a blade that scratched your skin, as if he wanted to burn you alive just with his presence. He didn't speak, he didn't come closer, but his presence was everywhere.

You tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. When you moved, you felt him behind you. When you laughed, you felt the weight of his gaze. Even when you drank, you felt his judgment burning your throat more than the alcohol. He challenged you silently, as if he was waiting for you to give in, to break first.

The night passed in an unnerving psychological game. Every step you took, he was there. Every glance you cast around, you met his. No words, no gestures, just a tension so thick it could have suffocated you.

Finally, the club emptied and you found yourself on the road home. The car ride was a silent hell. The engine hummed softly, the neon lights of the city streamed past the window, yet all you could hear was the pounding of your heart.

As soon as you entered the house, the door slammed shut. You turned quickly, ready to say something, but he was already there, too close. His gaze was still dark, still full of that silent anger, still filled with that tension that had never broken throughout the evening.

“Tell me,” he finally whispered, his voice deep, sharp as broken glass. “Did you have fun?”

The sarcasm in his tone made you shiver. Your breathing was uncertain, your heart too fast. The distance between you was nothing, yet the war was not over. You knew that that night would not end in peace. You knew that the battle was not yet at its peak.

“Yes, very much.” You said sarcastically, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at him.

His eyes narrowed at your sarcastic response, a muscle in his jaw twitching. The tension between you was palpable, a thick fog that seemed to choke the air from the room. He stepped closer, invading your personal space, his presence overwhelming.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun, laughing and dancing with everyone but me."

His gaze raked over you, cold and assessing. "Tell me, was there someone in particular who caught your eye tonight? Someone you'd rather be with than me?"

There was an undercurrent of jealousy in his tone, a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that was almost gentle, but held a threat beneath the surface."You're mine,"

he repeated, his voice a low growl. "And I don't share what's mine."

His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard planes of his body, the heat radiating off him in waves. His face was inches from yours, his breath ghosting over your lips.

"Say it," he demanded, his thumb pressing against your pulse point. "Say you're mine."

His eyes bored into yours, intense and unyielding. The air between you crackled with tension, the unspoken challenge hanging heavy in the air. He was waiting for your surrender, your submission to his claim.

"Say it," he whispered again, his lips brushing against yours. "Before I make you scream it."

The words hung in the air, thick and potent. Wi Ha Joon’s fingers traced a dangerous line up your spine, making you shiver. His touch was possessive, marking you.

“I…” You couldn’t find the words, the protest dying on your lips, as he leaned closer.

“Say it.” His voice was commanding, the force behind it making your legs weak.

His eyes held a silent threat, his grip on you growing tighter. “Say you’re mine.” He was a man who was not used to hearing no as an answer.

Ha Joon's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desire as you hesitated. His hand slid up to grip the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. He tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Say it," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me you belong to me and only me."

His other hand slipped under your top crop, his palm flat against your stomach. His touch was branding, marking you as his possession. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I've been patient, but my patience is wearing thin. You've been teasing me all night, dancing with other men, laughing with them. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

His fingers tightened in your hair, a sharp tug that sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through you. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson.” Ha joon contonias sitting on the couch, making you lie down on his lap as he lifts your skirt and rips your panties.

You gasped, struggling against him, but his grip was iron.

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice rough with arousal. "You brought this on yourself, teasing me all night."

His large hand came down on your bare bottom with a sharp smack. The pain radiated through you, followed by a rush of heat. He spanked you again, and again, his palm reddening your skin. Tears pricked at your eyes, but there was no denying the ache building between your legs.

"You're mine," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Say it. Tell me you belong to me."

His other hand slid around to cup your mound, his touch possessive. He circled your clit with his thumb, the pleasure contrasting sharply with the pain of your spanking. You were trapped, pinned beneath him, at his mercy.

Ha Joon's eyes darkened as he felt your body respond to his touch, your hips arching slightly into his hand. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

"You're soaking wet," he murmured, his fingers sliding through your folds. "Does getting spanked turn you on, you little tease?"

He pressed two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly. His thumb continued to circle your clit, the dual sensations driving you wild. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, but he noticed, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"Go ahead, let me hear you," he said, his voice a low purr. "Let the whole house know who you belong to."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. He sped up his movements, fucking you with his fingers while his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. The pleasure built rapidly, coiling in your core.

“Ha joon” you moaned closing your eyes as you leaned closer to him.

Ha Joon's fingers slowed as your orgasm crashed over you, drawing out your pleasure. He watched your face, savoring the way your features contorted in ecstasy. Only when your tremors subsided did he remove his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean.

"You taste divine," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He lifted you off his lap and bent you over the arm of the couch, hiking your skirt up around your waist. You could feel his hard length pressing against your backside, a promise of what was to come. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Tell me you belong to me, and only me."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, both a command and a promise. You could feel him, pressing against you, and you ached to have him, in spite of yourself.

"I'm yours," you whispered, the words barely escaping your tight throat. Your hands clutched at the couch cushions, trying to brace yourself against the onslaught of sensations.

Ha Joon's grip tightened on your hips, a primal satisfaction rolling through him at your submission. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That's right," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He straightened up, his hands sliding around to grip your thighs. With a swift movement, he entered you, his thick length filling you completely. A groan tore from his throat at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him.

"You're so fucking perfect," he growled, his hips snapping forward in a punishing pace. "So tight, so wet. You were made for me."

His fingers dug into your flesh as he thrust into you, each movement designed to claim, to possess. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his guttural grunts.

Each stroke, each movement, was a reminder, a reminder that you were his. With every thrust, every grip of his fingers, you were marked, branded. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left you completely at his mercy.

Ha Joon's breathing was heavy, his voice low and rough. He leaned over you, his chest against your back, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Mine," he repeated.

Ha Joon's pace became more erratic, his thrusts deeper and harder. He was close, his body tensing as he chased his release. One hand slid around to your front, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles.

"You're going to come with me," he demanded, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you up."

His movements grew more frantic, his hips slamming against yours. The pleasure was building again, coiling tightly in your core. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his own orgasm imminent.

"Now," he growled, pinching your clit sharply. "Come now."

His command triggered your release, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Ha Joon followed you over the edge, his hips jerking as he spilled himself deep inside you, marking you as his.

Ha Joon collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, a rhythm that matched your own racing pulse.

"You're mine," he murmured again, his voice softer now but no less possessive. "Only mine."

He rolled to the side, pulling you with him so that you were tucked against his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

"I love you," he said, the words a quiet declaration. "I love you so fucking much. And I'm never letting you go."

His grip tightened around you, as if to emphasize his point.

You curled into him, his body like a sanctuary. The passion had drained, leaving only the aftermath: the quiet, the fatigue, and the bone-deep happiness.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice drowsy.

[muniimyg]

NAKED // KNJ

note to self: take baths alone from now on

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in which nam joon takes any and every opportunity to see you naked

pairing: boyfriend nam joon + oc 

au/genre:

(new) established relationship

non-idol au

fluff, crack, and smut

warnings:

explicit langauge and behaviour ...

cockwarming & riding,, some titty grabbing & basic ass position changes

THEY SAY ILY FOR THE FIRST TIME :D

note: originally posted on @/meowachi ,, revised !!

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The water is colder than you expected. 

Your body reacts with goosebumps to which you let out a shiver. Maybe you took too much time getting everything ready that you missed this bath water’s prime temperature… Guess you didn’t girl-math this right. 

Oh well. 

There’s always next time, right?

Thankfully, his bare body holding yours makes it easier to adjust. He nuzzles his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, not missing the chance to hold your breasts for a moment. You scold him as if it’s second nature and he leaves a trail of kisses up and down your neck as an apology. 

Then, you take this moment in. Honestly, setting up music was a good idea. Along with the scented candles, the bubbles in your bath, the bath lavender bath bomb, and the bath salts—all such amazing details. Everything would’ve been perfect if only Nam Joon wasn’t complaining every five seconds. 

“I hate baths.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“The bath salts went up my ass—”

Finally, you shush him.

“Please,” he cries, “can we fuck?”

Rolling your eyes, you raise your hand and flick him with your fingers. He purses his lips and shuts his eyes in response. Nam Joon sighs, feeling defeated for the nth time tonight. Prior to this bath, he had suggested shower sex. To which, you argued you’d be too afraid to try since you’re as clumsy as they come… And he himself… Well, it was nice of him to ask.

It’s not like you didn’t want to have sex tonight… No, of course, you do. Your handsome and beefy boyfriend was naked, holding you.. Who wouldn’t be turned on? You just feel like being annoying. You want to push him as far as you can. You want to see how good he stays. How well self-disciplined he is. 

So, you sink into his body again, taking another deep breath in. 

Let’s try this again.

Relax.

You want to relax. 

That’s all you want to do.

It doesn’t last. A few giggles escape your lips as he begins to place small kisses on your shoulder all the way to the sides of your face. 

“Nam Joon…” you attempt to sound annoyed.

In his low voice, he hums; “Yes, my love?”

“You’re not making me feel relaxed!” Suddenly, you squirm as he bites your shoulder playfully. “I want to—stop that! I just want to relax, Joonie! You said you wanted to join me. You insisted.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, only half meaning his apology. No, he wasn’t sorry. He was a man, after all. What idiot would turn down being naked in a tub of water with you? Fucking losers, that’s who. 

He squishes your body closer to him. “So... is this what you do?” 

You nod.

“Is this all that you do? This is so boring. You don’t even have those ducks to play with or like a toy boat that moves—”

“Nam Joon,” you warn, groaning at how talkative he’s becoming. “You can leave. I wouldn’t mind watching you ass walk away right now.” 

He laughs in response, getting the hint. You want to relax. He wants to be with you. This was the middle ground.

“Sorry,” he means it this time. “I’m just bored.. Like, I pictured this to be more… Sexy? Aren’t you supposed to seduce me?” Nam Joon wiggles his eyebrows at you. To that, you offer him and confused look.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ve been seducing you this entire time..” you gaslight.

He lowers his gaze. “You’ve been ignoring me since the minute we settled in the tub.”

“Aren’t you turned on?”

“No.”

You smile at him warmly, yet your tone is cold. “My love, if that’s the case… Then why do I feel your dick poking in between my legs right now?” 

He gulps.

“It’s hard.”

“I thought you said it’s boring.”

Nam Joon whines, “___, my dick is hard. I’m bored. Please sit on it.”

You gasp. 

Although, you can’t say you aren’t surprised. You’ve been together for less than a year yet he has never missed a chance to suggest such acts. Most days, you’d give in and it would be a good time. But today… You figure it would be much more fun to be a tease. This mood is sponsored by your incoming period. Regardless if it’s PMS or all your stress from work; it didn’t really matter. You just knew you weren't in the mood for super wet, slippery, hot sex in cold bath water. Imagine all the water that would be splashed on the floor! You’d be the one left to clean all of it up. Nam Joon would probably slip and hurt himself if you ordered him to do the cleaning duties.

“Okay,” you tease. “I’ll sit on your dick.”

He cheers. 

“But I won’t move.”

“W-what?” Nam Joon blinks. 

You shrug, pushing yourself up on his lap. When you find his length, you quickly guide it inside of you. No warning, not even a little rub in between. Nam Joon gulps the second he feels his cock inside of you. Unlike the water, you’re so warm. He hisses, feeling his dick begin to throb inside your tight walls. 

“M-mean,” he hisses. “You’re so mean.”

Ignoring him, you sink yourself even deeper. Now, he’s fully inside you and you’re completely sitting on him. You feel his tip and how far he is inside you.. It makes your body feel tingles and you honestly contemplate if you should just give in.

He feels so good. 

… And you hate to admit it but you overestimated yourself.

You’re having a hard time too. 

Yet, you stick it through. You have to! Rare are the moments you get where Nam Joon loses complete control.

“You asked me to sit on your dick. Sure, I’ll sit on your dick… But I’m not moving. I’m not going reverse cowgirl style. I’m not going doggy. I’m not fucking you.”

“So you’re just going to cockwarm me?” he asks, feeling betrayed. “But you love riding me!”

You glare at him. “No, I don’t. It’s tiring. It’s boring.” 

Nam Joon’s eyebrows furrow together. He tries his best to focus on your words and not how perfect you are inside of him. He’s stressed as fuck but he needs to prove to you that he can get through this… He has a feeling that winning you over will get him the reward he’s been after. 

“Then why do you do it?” 

This is news to him too. You always looked like you enjoyed riding him. Honestly, you probably ride him more than you two do in any other position. Also, why would he question it? You never really complained until now. It’s one of the things he liked so much about you.. It’s like, you just knew him. 

“You love it and I love you—”

Your eyes widen.

Did you really just say that? All this time, you were worried about slipping… Who knew it wasn’t about your body but rather your words? 

You two haven’t said it to each other yet. God, this is so fucking embarrassing. In this position too? In a fucking cold ass bath? It should’ve been more romantic! Plus, he should’ve said it first! You had it all planned out.. You were going to get it out of him before you could say it first. 

As you open your mouth to deny, take back, or spit out an excuse, his words make your world stop. 

“I love you too.”

Your breath hitches. “W-what?”

“Yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve been meaning to tell you.. For the past like… Six months but I couldn’t find the right moment. I figured one day, you’d just get it out of me yourself.” Nam Joon looks awfully shy to you right now. It makes your heart flutter. 

“I thought the same,” you confess. “I wanted you to say it first.”

“Okay,” Nam Joon chuckles, “Then I said it first.”

Your heart begins to pound louder and faster. God, was he always this good with words? In all honesty, Nam Joon has no problem being the first to yield or confess.. He just needed time. Right now, he knew it well. You’re the right person at the right time. He’s so grateful.

“I wanted it to be more romantic.”

Instantly, he dips his head and kisses you slowly. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. “A slow kiss. Romantic, right? Better?”

You shake your head. 

“You have to hold my hand when you say it,” you whine. “It only makes sense that way.”

“Then, you have to look at me,” he negotiates. “You can’t be looking the other way when I say it.”

“Fine.”

You shift, pulling his dick out for a second. You adjust yourself, opening your legs and facing him. Now, your breasts were completely in front of him. He takes slow deep breaths as you put him inside you again. You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head. 

God, you’re so sexy.

With or without clothes, Nam Joon thinks you’re the sexiest human to ever exist. It wasn’t because your body was perfect; it was all because of the way you carried your confidence. It was that exact something he sensed and fell into an intense trance over. Moments like these play over and over in his head when he’s away from you. Moments where he feels so close to you. Physically, this was it. There is nothing more he could ask for. 

You: naked and on top of him. 

But more than that, what makes moments like these so special is the fact that he feels like he knows your soul. Bare, imperfect and so loving. It was sexy to have someone like you. It was something he had never experienced before with past loves. This was a first for him. A first real, sexy, and beautiful love. It was more than your body—it always has been. Regardless, who is he to not try? At the end of the day, he has needs. 

“Say it.” 

He laughs as he intertwines your fingers together. He raises them above the water to show you. Bringing your hands to his lips, he looks up at you and kisses your knuckles. 

“I love you, ___.”

You pout. 

He kisses your wrist and then pulls you closer to him. He kisses your breast, your collarbone, your shoulder, your cheeks, and the corner of your lip. “I’ve loved you for a while now. I’m sorry it took a cold bath to get it out of me.”

“Should’ve taken a bath together sooner.”

He laughs into your kiss. “Too bad the bath salts aren’t making me feel too sexy right now,” he confesses his uncomfortability. This is his last attempt. “Unless…”

“Spit it out,” you say, unamused.

“It’s just—”

“We’re not fucking in this bath of cold water, Joon. Give it up!” you laugh as you cup his cheeks together. You squish his lips with your thumb and index, making kissy faces at him. “No more fucking around.”

His suggestive eyes suddenly soften. “Fucking? ___, I wanted to make love… Since, you know.. I love you.”

Three times.

He said, “I love you,” three times now.

And perhaps, you’re not built for this hard-to-get lifestyle when the love of your life says such dreamy things. Of course, you’d give in. As they all say; the third time’s a charm. 

You burst into laughter, unable to hold yourself back. Desperately, you kiss him for what feels like forever, and as much as you resist; you end up riding him. 

The second you move yourself up and down, Nam Joon’s eyes widen and he smiles into the kiss. He can’t believe he won you over. 

“Fucking finally… Or should I say… Finally fucking?” Nam Joon chides, liking his word play more than he should.

Nerd alert.

You grunt, “s-shut up.” 

As you two continue to make out, you begin to move your hips as you slowly but surely begin to bounce on his hard cock. It feels so good to finally do this. As you move at a faster pace, the water begins to splash and for a second, you turn your head to make sure it isn’t going to flood the floor. But Nam Joon places his hand on your chin and the top of your neck, guiding you to look at him. 

“Don’t look away,” he hisses. “It’s just water. Focus on me.”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheeks. 

For stability, you place your hands on his chest. You feel his heart and how fast it’s racing. His skin has little goosebumps due to the cold water, but you can also see sweat from his forehead lightly layer on top of his perfect skin. His eyebrows are knitted together, as he gathers all his mental strength not to cum yet. At one point, you see his lips make an ‘o’. Why was he trying so hard to last? 

“Just cum,” you assure him. “It’s fine.”

He shakes his head, refusing to give in this early. “It’s your fucking boobs,” Nam Joon blames. “Mmhff—s-shit. What the hell. Fuck it.” 

Without warning, he places his hands on your waist and lifts you up. Nam Joon gently, yet firmly, turns you over. Your chin rests just over the rim of the tub, along with your arms. Your back is arched as he backs your ass up to his dick. He takes his fingers and plays with your clit for a bit. You moan, unable to fathom just how fucking sexy this all is. You feel yourself coming close. Before you know it, he sticks himself back in and begins to pump. Nam Joon pumps himself at a steady pace. At first, they were short and fast strokes that made the water spill over and you moan louder than usual. As you reach your peak and so does he; his strokes transition to long and deep ones. 

After a few more pumps, he lets himself go and cups your breasts with his hands. You don’t feel his cum inside of you as your walls still tingle, but you know it’s inside. Regardless of the water, you just know he creamed you messy as usual. 

As you two catch your breath, he kisses your neck once again. 

“For round two…” Nam Joon teases, “I’m thinking shower sex. Thoughts?”

“Haha,” you play along. “No.”

Nam Joon pouts, giving you puppy eyes. “... But I love you.” 

You can’t help but melt.

Oh, you’re so fucked.

You know for a fact he’ll be using this line for a while… And it’ll work. He’ll get you every time. But it’s okay! You love him too. You want him too. You need him too.

Besides, you’ll be charging him the water bill.

[hearts4cheol]

His Poison // 1

pairing: jung gi-cheol x fem!oc

genre: friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k

warnings: Blood, guns, knifes, broken bones, slight nsfw, death, injuries (severe and non-severe), drugs, smoking, burning/burn marks, torture, gore, violence did i miss anything?

A/N: I honestly don’t know how to feel about this but I wrote it as soon as I could! I will start to follow the drama plot on the second plot but please let me know what you think of this one!! <3

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

Stepping outside of the airport, the cold breeze engulfed her as she looked around for a vacant taxi.

Since she was coming from Japan, Yuna had no idea how the taxi system in Korea worked, and frankly, she didn't care. What matters is reaching her apartment studio without any delays.

There was one downside for her when it came to living in South Korea—her father.

Hate is a strong word to describe how she felt about him, but it wasn’t enough. In fact, she despised him.

Back when she lived with her parents in Japan, her mother was sent to a hospital and fell into a coma due to the treatment she had gotten from her father.

And when it was just him and Yuna, he was very harsh on her. He was using every violent move against her and calling it ‘discipline’ from broken bones, and bruises littering her body to scars that have permanently imprinted into her body.

But when she turned 18 he kicked her out. Yuna didn’t mind being kicked out, she was relieved to have gotten away from him. 2 weeks before leaving Japan, she had heard from her colleagues about her father’s living state in Korea, but now that she had moved to Korea at the age of 25, she was praying to not run into him at any cost.

Shaking her head and dismissing herself from the thoughts of her father, Yuna walked up to a random taxi and knocked on the window.

She had asked the driver if the taxi was occupied. When she saw him shake his head she hopped in, relaying the location of her apartment studio and sending him a quick nod.

The ride to her apartment studio was quiet, but she hadn't expected this much traffic to arise in Gangnam, which is why the sound of honking cars would break the silence between the driver and herself.

Being nearly stuck in the same spot for almost twenty minutes, Yuna let out a deep breath as she leaned over to the driver. “I don’t think we’ll move anytime soon.” she pulled out the expected amount of the fare and handed it over to the driver. “Thanks for the ride.”

The sound of the taxi’s door slamming loudly was muffled by the commotion around her. Yuna took in a deep breath as she looked around her, beautiful wasn’t the exact word to describe Gangnam, maybe cool and amazing?

The city was alive, full of lights and people everywhere despite it being a weekday.

Walking away from the road, Yuna started walking around and asking vendors about the location of the street she needed to go to.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and zipped up her jacket, comfortably walking through the streets without a care in the world.

Yuna had heard about the crimes that occurred in Gangnam, from the killing and torture to the stealing and kidnapping. But she didn’t care, she knew she could take care of herself and that’s all that mattered.

As she was walking, a crash could be heard from the depths of an alley. It was a bad idea to check it out, that’s how everyone dies in a horror movie.

But this wasn’t a horror movie.

Yuna mentally shrugged and walked over to where the commotion was heard, once she neared the scene, she hid behind a trash bin and watched everything happen.

Three men were ganging up on one man, quite literally beating him to a pulp.

The man was on the floor, holding his stomach as the three looked down on him. Each of them was smirking as one of them knelt to the man’s level and looked him in the eye, he said something Yuna couldn’t catch as he stood up once more.

“Tell you boss-” he kicked him harshly, “To give me-” another kick, “My fucking money back!” the last kick sounded bad, something in the man’s body could be heard breaking as Yuna grimaced slightly.

She could clearly see the guy’s face from her position, and she already hated the way he looked as he had an annoying vibe to him. That was enough for her to beat the shit out of him.

The sound of a knife being unsheathed immediately caught her attention and she locked her eyes on the sharp piece of metal.

She loudly scoffed and stepped out of her hiding spot, biting her cheek and looking the man up and down with a clear look of disgust.

“I thought you were a mouse… But from the way you’re acting, you’re definitely a fucking rat.” Yuna cleared her throat and stepped forward, stepping over the guy on the ground as she took out her hands from her pockets, crossing them.

The guy looked at her in disbelief, letting out a short laugh as he pointed to her, “The fuck is she saying? Are you insane?” he asked his friends sarcastically and pushed her by her shoulder.

“Are you a slut?” he asked her and stepped forward, Yuna didn’t move. “Because you’re surely dressed like one.”

Shuffling could be heard behind her, she assumed the man on the ground had gotten up.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Her tone was cold as it pierced through the atmosphere if making her angry was his idea then he had succeeded.

He pushed her again. “Are-” another Push, “You-” another push, “A slut?” The last push sent her slightly stumbling back, but the body of someone behind her prevented her from falling.

Not wasting a second, she quickly took a step towards him and raised her leg, kicking him back successfully, her foot slamming against his chest as he ended up on the floor.

Yuna looked at the guy’s friends before looking back at him. “Say that again. I dare you.”

“What the hell is this bitch’s problem?” both men sneered at her as they approached her, getting ready to grab her, but someone was quicker.

Yuna was pulled back in the blink of an eye, a hand firmly resting on her shoulder as she was pulled behind the man.

And again, she couldn't see his face.

From Yuna’s perspective, she wasn’t protecting him. That asshole had her pissed off just by the look on his face and the way he talks.

She watches the man as he slowly approaches the three men, their bodies stiffened and their eyes widen as they stare at him. Was the look on his face that scary?

Yuna didn’t speak up as she watched the scene unfold, the man who was on the ground a few moments ago was actually kicking their asses.

She took a step back and crossed her arms, raising a brow at the man’s sudden courage.

A few moments later, all three men were bloodied up and bruised as he sent a final blow to the leader’s face, his fist connecting with his jaw.

Yuna slightly grimaced as she definitely heard something crack, but shook it off as the look on her face turned to amusement as she saw the two guys carrying their leader away. She broke out into a fit of laughter.

“You’ll fucking pay for this!”

“Don’t think our big boss won't find out!!”

Their threats were meaningless.

Her breath slightly hitched as the silence took over. Was this it? Will she finally see the face of the man she ‘defended’?

All of her questions would be answered if he just fucking turned around.

And so he did, breathing heavily as he approached her, and for the first time in her life, Yuna was stunned.

She didn't know how to describe him.

Handsome? Smoking hot? Pretty? Serious? Cold?

She couldn't fit them into a good description.

Which had her wondering, ‘If this is what he looks like, then what the hell does he sound like?’

But when she realized he wouldn't stop walking towards her she tensed up, is he gonna beat the shit out of her because she got involved?

“Thanks.”

What?

Yuna gulped harshly, nodding as she stepped back.

“Do I get to know the identity of the person who defended me? Or are you gonna label yourself as a passerby?”

Another gulp. Closing your mouth which she hadn’t even noticed was slightly open, Yuna cleared her throat as she spoke up.

“Depends, am I gonna have to waste my time if I give you my name?” a chuckle left his lips, and he hung his head before bringing it back up, gently biting his tongue.

“I’d have to know more about your skill before I decide that.”

Yuna scoffed, was he teasing her and wasting her time even more? She didn't care, but that handsome face of his annoys the shit out of her.

“Do you have a job yet?” he asked, hands now stuffed in his pockets. Despite how bad those guys fucked him up, he didn't show any signs of pain.

She shrugs, “Still looking, even the best jobs don't even pay minimum wage.” she was infuriated that, most of these jobs were owned by greedy old men who were probably perverts too.

“Work for me.”

She raised an eyebrow at his question, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Work for me and I'll make sure you’ll get much more than minimum wage.”

Truth to be told, she was tempted. Yet again, he was a complete stranger, so she needed to play her cards right.

“What’s in it for me?” he scoffed, walking one step closer as he shrugged, “What do you want?”

Yuna stopped, her teeth gritted as she stopped breathing for a few moments, her hands clenched into fists as she glared at him. Why was she glaring? No one has ever asked her what she wants, only her mother did.

“To kill someone.”

“Then how far are you willing to go?” he asks her with a straight face after backing her into a wall, a couple of inches of space between them. He stretches out his hand for her to take, if she takes it then he has his answer. Yuna stares at him with a puzzled expression before taking his hand in a tight grip, slightly shaking it as he tightens his grip on her hand and pulls her towards him. her breath hitches, but she doesn’t falter.

“As far as it takes.”

He smiles victoriously, letting go of her hand as he finally introduces himself.

“Jung Gi-Cheol, pleasure.”

“Kang Yuna, likewise.”

[samsalems]

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