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braemjeorn · 3 months

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CHAPTER XVI [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre/notes: general audience; regency period drama; family fluff; domesticity; ocassional angst; slowburn; governess!oc; nobility!BC; age differences; age changes

wordcount: 3.5k

summary: mari resettled her calibre and hyunjin celebrated his 10th birthday.

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

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Mari departed after Sunday lunch. Mother Ahn gave some of her biscuits and Junhee the flowers, while Inha tied the ribbons of her hat and hugged her warmly. The carriage—summoned in a rather sudden manner that Sunday—rattled away, and Mari thought that never before had she ached to be in another place within another company in her life when she was ever content to be confined in the school and the village of O–.

It was dark when she arrived at Barlnshore, but Mr Kang received her just as warmly as he did months ago. She meant to quietly go upstairs to clean herself a bit before surprising the boys by their bedroom. Yet Mari had but started to climb the flight of stairs when she felt and heard the thrum of footsteps, rushing down the hall and then descending the steps in a flurry. She laughed as Changbin’s voice rose higher in his excitement, “You’re home, you’re home, you’re home! Miss Son’s home!”

“I am home!” Mari laughed, as she caught him in arms on the landing. She sat down at the hurl of his weight, and the lad merely leaned further into her hold as he crouched down with her. Mari pulls him away to take a better look at his grinning face.

“Did you grow taller? Our Changbinnie?”

“He grows wider,” came a biting grumble from above them.

“Minho, be kind—what did I say about your teasing?” Mari laughed, reaching a hand to the approaching figure. Changbin turned to swat the elder but moved to let him hug Mari.

“That I am not to be insulting— especially to my brothers. I am to run my remarks through my head before I speak to them,” Minho recited flatly, by way of greeting. His punishment for the evening was a tightened hug that made him yelp, and then Mari nuzzled and ruffled his hair before letting him go for the next boy waiting for her.

“Hyunjin, sweetness—come kiss me.”

The boy gave her cheek a soft peck, melting into her arms. “You mustn’t leave, ever again!”

Mari might laugh at the statement to ease the boy otherwise. Yet as she looked into his wide eyes and found it grave, she realized that the settled arrangements would never allow it, and his eyes reflected her fears. It won’t do them both any good to ruin the joy with the truth now, so she settled by kissing him warmly upon his brow.

She let Jisung pepper her with as many kisses as he pleased and pulled Yongbok tighter as he giggled and nuzzled under her jaw. Behind their huddling figures was Commodore Bang, minding them all to let her breathe after a long journey, only for Seungmin to slip through him and crash into her arms. Mari smiled, and he relented to the nature of his overexcited pups.

“One would think you have returned from the other side of the ocean.” Commodore Bang shifted Jeongin in his hold and pulled one hand free to shake hers. “Good to have you back, my—... Miss Son.”

Mari’s heart jumped to her throat, but she returned his smile, and they both ignored the slip. His grasp was a comforting reassurance. Mari was happy to note a warm, natural welcome in her heart. She knew she was in good company, and extended her thanks to him as far as his kind patronship over her all this while. Commodore Bang teased her for her sudden pretty words; the boys laughed; and Jeongin was stirred from his doze by the commotion. Mari cooed over his bleary eyes and tilted her head to be in his vision.

“Yen-ah,” Commodore Bang whispered, tapping the boy’s nose. “Look who’s back.”

The youngest took her in, quite in doubt with himself over the haziness. Mari chuckled. In that dreamy state, he extended his arm and reached out for her, thus eliciting raucous giggles from his older brothers.

“He’s so adorable!” came a squeal.

“Hyung, his eyes are barely open…”

“He just knows Miss Son is here. Don’t you, Yen?”

“No, Yennie, she just came home from a long trip,” Commodore Bang said. Though barely awake, Jeongin made a most insistent effort. Mari let him come gladly, cherishing his warmth and weight.

“I don’t mind, Commodore,” she said. “Might as well take them all to bed.”

“You must rest yourself,” Commodore Bang replied, as Jeongin settled in her arm. “I’ll send for tea. We have rice cakes today with red beans - if you are hungry?”

Mari nodded, she could not refuse. “That will be lovely, Commodore, thank you.”

It all felt too homey.

“A letter for Mr Bambam.”

The man had been lounging in the garden’s chair as if melting under the warm weather. But at the announcement he started, turned, and received the letter with glee that is almost childlike. “My angel remembers me!”

Sitting by him, Mari amusedly went on with her embroideries. They were enjoying the start of spring and the warm sun. The boys were talking with Bernard or playing, while the Commodore and Lady Jang took a turn around the garden. Mr Bambam opened the letter but closed it soon after a short perusal.

“I must save it for later—before a warm fire, and a glass of good wine. Otherwise, she will distract me from my surroundings.”

As he folded the sheet, Mari noticed his gold ring, glinting sharply in the light. She paused and stared, wondering how she could have missed the article, being in his company all these months.

“You are married, Mr Bambam?” she found herself asking, more baffled than accusing. But quickly she felt it an impertinent remark, and continued, “Forgive me—it was rude of me to assume…”

Mr Bambam merely laughed. “I am. You are surprised, Miss Son? One would have thought you would be more observant. But then you already have seven heads to mind.”

“Bachelors are not uncommon,” Mari argued. “Or…—”

She nearly bit her lip at her slip, looking up rather fearfully at her companion. Mr Bambam’s eyes only glinted more playfully at her slip.

“Ah-ah-ah, come now—what ideas are evoked there, Miss Son?”

“Oh, forgive me. The thought of a lover did spring to mind,” Mari replied frankly. “My brains are quite scattered these days.”

“What if it is a lover?” Mr Bambam returned. “Will you think ill and lowly of me, Miss Son?”

“Perhaps,” Mari admitted quietly, for the lack of security and—in a way—general respect would not settle well with her. “I’m dreadfully proper and all… But I would not be unkind unless I genuinely dislike you, and I do not. I might argue a little, but otherwise… I would leave you to your stance of things.”

“Then spare your mind from such worries,” Mr Bambam said. “My wife and I were bound rightfully before the church and the law.”

They fell quiet for a moment; Mari wondered that the carefree uncle retained a bond with a woman like any other man. But with the state of things at present, it could hardly be measured as similar. Mari asked again. “Then why doesn’t she come with you?”

“You see how other couples are inseparable, we are quite the opposite. We don’t mind being as far apart as to be separated in countries, that is true, but not on bad terms.” The new look he gave Mari was more sincere but did not reduce his previous good humour. “Our marriage was arranged in our youth, and we married younger than you are now. We respect each other to not break the arrangement, but our desire for independence and exploration is yet satisfied. So we agreed to give each other leave to travel in our separate ways, delight in separate companies, and take responsibility for each endeavour’s outcome. People don’t understand how we can bear being separated for so long from one another, but then we are not united under normal circumstances. Others assume we loathe each other and were surprised at how warmly we’d greet one another if we crossed at an assembly, not knowing how long we haven’t seen one another.”

“I can imagine.”

“At least we do have a townhouse, a little place to retire to after the summer visits, balls, and excursions end. And well, there are the letters, which she has forgotten for some while, bless her soul. Considering the thickness of it, she must have missed me just as much to pay for so much news. My dear lady—even her writing delivers different comfort than those offered by friends.”

His gaze was upon said friends, who were laughing with his boys. Mari felt sorrow and warmth from his description, and declared, “Despite the peculiar arrangement, I am glad. I wish you both great happiness.”

Mr Bambam turned to Mari, his humour returned with a chuckle, “Miss Son, you and your kind soul!”

“Please always be kind to one another. Should I not be able to find it on my own, I would like to see others having it.”

“I hope that will not be the case, Miss Son,” Mr Bambam said, taking her hand warmly and setting his expression into a hen-like aunt that made Mari giggle.

“If you cannot find happiness with the prince of your dreams, then I hope you shall be comforted with one whose presence you can tolerate. And respect—that is important. But I wish you every good happiness under the sun—beyond mere toleration and contentment to a situation. You deserve greater than it, you deserve one who shares your regard and mind and admiration—for you are young and good, better than the rest of us common folks..”

“Mr Bambam, you know goodness doesn’t make happiness more deserved to few than others...”

Yet he dismisses her by shaking his head and grasping her hand with more insistence, “Take my wishes and fight for your happiness.”

Mari lowered her head, and Mr Bambam took it as a nod and returned to his tea. She picked up her needle again; after some quiet contemplation and boldness stemming from the sweet sponge sandwiches, found herself inquiring, "Do you think...one day you will live with her? Again, as couples commonly do?"

Mr Bambam paused from sipping his tea, a small smile rising on his face. "I should like to."

There was a reduction in the number of tables, therefore placing Mari at the end of the table. The boys were well aware of it.

“Where is her Ladyship?” Seungmin asked.

“She cannot leave the capital for so long—therefore she returned,” Commodore Bang replied. Mari felt it was somewhat too curt and sudden news. She barely expected it at all when they all adjourned for their soiree last night, in the drawing room. She recalled Lady Jang requesting Mari to play for her a particular tune, and her being quite reconciled to the state of beings to indulge the baroness—it was a rather quiet night for the adults, the children filling in the noise aside their playing. Commodore Bang and Lady Jang hardly shared glances.

“When did she leave?” so Mari asked.

Commodore Bang started as he looked up to her, seemingly surprised at her presence or perhaps placement right across him on the table. A cleared throat, then he answered, “At dawn; she wished to arrive by noon.”

Breakfast passed on with enough chatter, Changbin’s whines at Jisung’s teasings, and Jeongin’s giggles. The Commodore made another announcement nearing the end of the meal.

“I shall look into schools starting tomorrow,” he said. “I have received my recommendations, and there is a particular institution I wish to look into. Who knows which might suit our Minho and Changbin better.”

“I suppose,” the eldest mused. The news didn’t bother him much, or he was in such good humour with a satisfied appetite, and thus Minho proceeded to tease the next eldest with winks. “Changbin’s school will have to be a particular one.”

"And some education would do good to smoothen that nonsense of yours, brother?” Changbin responded blandly.

“Oh, but aren’t I taking you with me, Binnie? To occupy ourselves.”

“Minho…” Mari was concerned Changbin might strain his eyes squinting and frowning to the eldest. “Why don’t you finish your milk?”

“Yes, Mother.”

There was a strong thump in her ear, and Mari swore she cracked her neck looking up at the boy. Minho had returned to his plate, unaffected by his… slip? Was it intentional? A joke?

While she was frozen in place, Commodore Bang was as flustered by the words—his cup clattering upon the saucer as his ears bloomed red. He stared at the boy, who pointedly gulped his honeyed milk as the table fell silent. Changbin and Hyunjin gaped; the twins started; Jeongin persistently licked his jam, and Seungmin turned to look at the others. In the end, Mr Bambam’s loud entrance broke the tension and diverted their focus.

The days pass with relative amiability. Mari kept her word that she would return a more energised figure, and their lessons went as well as she might have hoped. The following post-nap walks to the warming hills and fields under the blue sky allowed the spring’s warmth to envelop her soul. The eight of them went to the rivers and creeks they’ve traversed through the summer, delighting in the fresh green of the trees and flowers, pointing out the fishes in the now flowing river. Mari was revived in her pleasure of enjoying the boy’s company—everything was well in her world. Even as her final days as a governess were countable, and somehow busier than ever, she is determined to enjoy everything that passed in between.

One morning—not long after the Commodore’s departure to inspect a few schools—she was retrieving a better shirt for Jeongin and came upon Minho and Changbin sitting in the latter’s bed. Their vests were still unbuttoned and shoes untied, dressing forgotten as their heads leaned together in conversation, quite unaware of the flurry in the next room that is Hyunjin and Jisung bickering and the rest preparing themselves. Minho had glee lighting up his eyes; Changbin’s features more severe with his frown as he attended to the elder’s whispers, which were quite distinct for Mari to hear,

“…it should not be improper!”

Changbin groaned. “It’s too early in the morning to make any sense—should we not think of it further—?”

“Thinking would never achieve anything—we have to act!” In a harried manner, Minho pressed on, “Binnie, we’re running out of time—and who else would suit?”

“Does she even like him!?”

“Of course, she does!”

The floors creaked as she crossed to the wardrobe. There was a rustle of sheets. When she gazed back towards them, Changbin’s wide eyes flitted to her as he fixed his collar, while Minho began to tie his shoes. Mari tilted her head at them, more concerned at the lateness of the day.

“Breakfast is ready, come on and hurry down,” she said.

She didn’t see them again until they descended for the dining room, now fully dressed yet still absorbed in their low discussion; sharp whispers which certain bits came to her hearing.

“I could not care half the world if she’s not a lady, she’s better than the rest.”

“Was there ever any other?” came Changbin’s tired return.

“There you are kid, you’ve got the point! But then I meant it in the future probability…”

Mari wondered if their mischief had alighted, and thus sighed deeply at the possibility of injured and offended parties of people—especially if it involved matchmaking. Is it for the servants? She settled to keep a close eye on both without straining her nerves, just to delay the damage and urge them to take responsibility for any consequences.

Commodore Bang returned to the house just a day before Hyunjin’s birthday. The young man would say he was fine if they were to miss his big day, but Mari knew that everything fell into perfection for the boy the moment the carriage wheels rolled into the front of the house at the end of breakfast. The Commodore was in good humour, considering his laughter and the length of time it took him to relinquish Seungmin from his arms.

At times Mari was concerned at the chances of Commodore Bang suffocating his boys with all his love—there’s no other word for it. It barely started and Changbin would send her this fatigued look (like he didn’t jab at his father every other hour) and Mari would ask the Commodore to release them from the coddlings. He’d sigh in surrender but gave them one last kiss with fondness lingering in his brown eyes. She wondered how he survived refusing all that love for three years.

Studying was cut short for Hyunjin’s birthday celebration. There was nothing much for the party but Mr Bambam, Mari, Commodore Bang, Mr Kang, Minatozaki-san, and the boys. There was little acquaintanceship with the neighbourhood boys their age, but soon Hyunjin would grow older, and invite his friends home or assemble his parties in some apartment in the capital. A far too raucous image for Mari to think of the young black-haired angel before her at present. For now, she joined his delight over the books and toys from his brothers and Mr Bambam, receiving his beaming smile over the new handkerchiefs Mari stitched for him.

“I feel like a true gentleman,” he declared as he hugged Mari, to the giggles of the room.

There were his favourite foods and treats, but Mari was certain, nothing pleased and awed him more than the watercolour paints in the mahogany box his father presented to him. It’s a beautiful, polished wooden box; on the inner side of the lid, a picture of the brand, and the box itself is separated into several compartments: for eighteen watercolour cakes, the brushes, the sponge and napkin, a deep box for the water glass and the most interesting contraption of the drawer at the bottom. It was filled with thick papers, and the Commodore offered another rim of it wrapped in brown paper.

Unable to contain his excitement at being indulged so, Hyunjin leaped away to his feet, was all smiles and laughter upon his father as he skipped in the middle of the room. “Appa, Appa! There’s so many!”

He’s a sight of sheer childish joy; his older brothers laughed at him good-naturedly, and the Commodore smiled, satisfied and revelling in his son’s pleasure. “Do you like them?”

Hyunjin finally settled down his jitters, only to run and leap into his father’s open arms, clutching the man with his four limbs tightly.

“You're welcome,” Commodore Bang laughed, arms holding Hyunjin close to him and brushing over his back. “You know,” he continued. “There is a painter in town willing to give you some lessons. If you’d like to, I'll take you there every Tuesday and Friday for an hour of lessons.”

Hyunjin pulled away to look at his father with a gasp one might have thought exaggerated. Mari couldn’t blame him—she met the Commodore’s twinkling eyes and sighed, “Oh, Hyunjin, how wonderful!”

“I just thought it would be nice if you—”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! ”

“—know how to use these paints to create the finest art.” Commodore Bang chuckled halfway at Hyunjin’s eager nods, despite the loud reply that might have rang his ears. “All right, then?”

“I’ll work very hard for that! Oh, I’ll do very well—I promise you won’t regret it, Father.”

“I know, Hyunnie, I know.” They hugged warmly for another moment until Hyunjin slipped down to observe the paints more closely with his brothers.

“Anyone else joining the artistic endeavour?” Mr Bambam inquired from his seat and his glass of ginger soda.

“I’ll settle with my slate and chickens,” Minho said blandly. “At least Bbokie likes my chickens, right?”

The younger twin giggles, “Scrawny legs!”

Come Sunday, Minho paused in their walk returning from church, waiting for Mari who trailed in the back as the rest urged their Father to hurry for breakfast. He paced by her side, and by and by asked,

“Do you like Father? Honestly?”

Mari turned to the eldest. “All of a sudden?”

“You’ve known him for nine months. I would like to know your opinion of him.”

“And what purpose will that achieve?” Mari laughed but soon returned to a degree of seriousness, and said in a quiet breath against the fullness in her bosom, “Do you want my assessment? Well, I do like him. How could I not?”

“Truly?”

“He’s a good and admirable man, and I regard him with high respect,” so Mari satisfied the boy with some elaboration.

“As an… employer?”

Mari nodded, and Minho fell quiet again, until he asked, “Do you—think of him as a friend?”

“I could not claim it. I think such a degree of relationship is something we both must agree upon.”

“It’s just friendship,” Minho mumbled. But then he gave himself a nod and they turned to speak of other matters instead. It did not quite leave Mari’s mind for some days, especially when she could take in the Commodore’s presence and consider him. It was easier to laugh at her meltdown earlier that month when she went home to Mrs Ahn’s—and the lack of Lady Jang’s presence did some good to relieve her from the miserable dread that she was doomed to eternal loneliness and estranged forever on from the house; the most depressing outcomes in her occupation as a teacher.

i edited this with my short free time, but I hope you like the reunion scene. minbin are picking up a scent, are they?

minho's the mom of the group but I do wonder what chaos may happen of the other six look up to him as an actual brother.

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dinoraur24 · 5 months

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Love in War

Chapter 3: The Training Begins

------------------------------------------------ Duty After School Fanfic

Wang Tae Man x Fem!OC

Summary:

The Sunshine of 3-2 didn't expect her senior year to end up in the military during an alien apocalypse…

Hwang Ha-Yun was born to have a bright personality. Her name means sun after all. Everyone calls her the 'Sunshine of 3-2'. Mostly everyone gets along with her until she reaches her boiling point where her temper could be as hot as the sun.

Wang Tae Man, the class clown of 3-2, has been her partner in crime since the fateful day she moved next door. They've been inseparable ever since.

With an alien apocalypse added into the mix and traumas resurfaced, what will happen to their relationship? And will they be able to survive?

TW: swearing, playful fighting

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Ha-Yun couldn’t breathe.

Her mother was hugging both her and Soo-Chul too tight. All their faces were practically squished with each other.

“Eomma… can’t… breathe…” wheezed out Ha-Yun.

The woman let go of her children. She looked at them with sad eyes as she brushed their hair with her hands. “I’m going to miss you two.”

“Eomma, it’s just a month,” said Soo-Chul.

“Still!” she protested.

Then, they heard the doorbell and a bark from the main door. Ha-Yun’s face brightened up and adjusted her glasses. She knew exactly who was at the front door. So, she quickly went and opened the door to meet a familiar cute fluffy face and his cute owner. Wait. Did she just call Tae Man cute?

Moving on, Tae Man was holding his puppy, Flanders. Ha-Yun picked him up and cooed at him. "Aww, little Flanders came to say goodbye to me? You are so cute." Tae Man coughed. "Excuse me, Flanders is here to check in his reservation at Hotel Hwang."

Ha-Yun pouted. "I'm gonna miss you, you little furball." She brought the dog inside, leaving the other teen outside. She heard him sigh loudly and stepped inside.

"Eomma, appa! Tae Mannie's here."

"EOMONI ABEOJIIIII!!!" Tae Man hugged the adults tightly. "I'm going to miss you both."

Ha-Yun's father let go of the boy's embrace and patted his shoulder. "Don't get yourself in too much trouble." He leaned in close and whispered, "And don't let guys get too comfy with our Yunnie."

"Yah, appa! I heard that." Ha-Yun pulled Tae Man away from her parents as said boy winked and nodded at her dad.

The three high school seniors stood in line as they bowed their farewells to the parents. "Stay safe, kids!" the mum yelled out as they left the house.

As they walked to school, Tae Man took Ha-Yun's bag and slung it on his shoulder. "Did you pack enough chocolate?"

"Yeah, I even stuffed some in Soo-Chul's bag."

"I packed more just in case."

The girl smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Ew, guys. I don't want to be a third wheel at 7 am in the morning," said Soo-Chul.

The two best friends wrapped their arms around him. "Aww, our Soo-Chul's just sad his best friend lives far away," said Tae Man.

"It's ok, oppa. We won't ignore your presence."

"Yah! Get off me, you two!"

The two burst out laughing at the annoyed boy. "Come on, we're going to be late," Soo-Chul said as he adjusted his bag on his shoulders.

"Wah, it seems like mostly everyone's here," said Ha-Yun as she looked around the class. She didn't expect her classmates to willingly sign up for this program so she assumed they were forced to do it for the extra points.

"Yah, Wang Tae Man, are you selling gum?" Soo-Chul said beside her. The said boy was building a gum castle.

"Yes."

"To chew them after meals?"

"It feels stale after."

So-Yoon and Junhee sighed. Tae Man heard them and offered them each a piece. "Do you want one?"

"Yah, just brush your teeth!"

The girls threw the gum at him and Soo-Chul smacked his head. Only Ha-Yun comforted him. "I brought an extra toothbrush and toothpaste. You better use them."

Tae Man pouted. "Fine..."

Her attention diverted when she saw her girl best friend coming in. "Yah, Lee Nara!"

"Hi, Ha-Yunnie!"

Ha-Yun was just about to ask her a question when Duk-joong screamed Nara's name from the other side of the class. The two girls' heads turned to see Kimchi trying to shut his best friend up while his cheeks were blushing.

Ha-Yun turned to Nara with a teasing smile and was about to say something when Mrs Park and some military dude came in. She crossed her arms. "Is the universe against me talking today?"

Her friend laughed and told her to go sit at her place. She did as told but noticed Soyeon being captivated by the military guy. Ha-Yun silently laughed as her friend slapped Wutaek away.

"I have someone to introduce to you all," announced Mrs Park.

The military guy saluted. "Loyalty. Nice to meet you. I'm First Lieutenant Lee Chun Ho, who will be Class 3-2's platoon leader."

Ha-Yun sat up straighter. His seriousness gave her a nervous feeling. This military training was getting too real.

"First Lt. Lee will explain about the training," said Mrs Park.

"Yah, he has a diamond on his forehead," Il-ha pointed out.

Mrs Park quickly shushed them as Lt. Lee took the podium. "You'll be assigned to the Second Platoon of the Sungjin Division Combat Unit, and I'll be your platoon leader. Most of the training will take place after school when your regular classes are over."

The class wasn't happy with that. What do you mean after 8 hours of school, they have military training? They were already tired after 1 hour of class. Ha-Yun took out her chocolate and took a bite.

Lt. Lee continued, "On days when you have agendas, training will take priority over classes. So don't get confused later. Banjang?"

Yoojung stood up. "Yes?'

"You're the Senior Private."

"What's that?" Ha-Yun asked Nara. "It means she will be our leader if the commander isn't here. Which is basically the same duties as Class President."

"Next, I'll select a clerk who'll record your training, as well as your videos to send home. Any volunteers?"

Nobody raised their hand.

"No one? Broadcasting Club, anyone?"

No response.

"Then I'll randomly select-"

"Mr. Commander?" interrupted Mrs Park. "Can I recommend someone? Young-Hoon-ah, will you have a go?"

"Me?"

"Yes. I think you'd learn a lot from the experience."

"What should I learn?"

Il-ha spoke up. "Jang Young-Hoon. Just do it. It's not a big deal."

"Then do it yourself," Ha-Yun muttered. Tae Man snickered quietly at her retort.

Young-Hoon turned to Il-ha. "Then you do it." Ha-Yun's jaw dropped as Tae Man's laughs were shushed by Mrs Park.

"Give it a go and if you don't like it, I'll let you swap," said Mrs Park.

"I have to study. I don't want to waste my time."

"Damn..." whispered Tae Man. Even Ha-Yun was surprised by his answer.

"That's fine," said Lt. Lee. He looked around and his eyes settled on Kimchi. "You there, Private."

Kimchi looked surprised and turned to Wutaek to double-check. "He means you, idiot," said Wutaek. "Who... me?" Kimchi asked Lt. Lee.

"You're the clerk. Any objections?"

A few giggles were heard when Kimchi reluctantly agreed to the job.

Then, Lt. Lee said, "You get three bonus points."

"What?!"

"So does the Senior Private."

"Just like that?!"

"So many points..."

"There's a bonus point system separate from the extra CSAT points. You'll be scored for your attitude and aptitude, and ten bonus points equals one extra CSAT point. Accumulate 30 penalty points and you'll be discharged. All the extra CSAT points you earned will be scrubbed."

"I knew something was up," Tae Man said to Ha-Yun. The girl nodded. "They won't make it easy."

"Then, we'll head to the dormitory," said Lt. Lee.

Ha-Yun turned to Tae Man. "The school's big enough for dorms?"

The school's big enough for dorms. They're using the lower form empty classes. The girls' dorm is next to the boys'. So Ha-Yun could hear the boys' excitement next door. Meanwhile, the girls are unpacking all their makeup and other necessities.

Ha-Yun was watching Aesol, Yoojung, and Nara play Go-Stop. It was fun watching Nara bluff the other two by pretending to not know how to play. She nearly choked on her strawberry milk when the other two caught on.

"Yah yah yah, guys!" called out Hana. "What does 'personal firearms' mean?"

"I don't know," said Soon-Yi.

"Personal guns, you idiot," said Bora, eyes staying on her tablet.

"Isn't it too early for us to get guns?" asked Ha-Yun to the three girls in front of her.

Nara shrugged. "I don't know but I'm kinda excited."

Ha-Yun rolled her eyes. "Of course you are..."

She noticed one of the military leaders assigned to their class walking in. What was her name again? Sergeant... Seo? Ah yes, Sergeant Seo walked in with her hands on her hips. Oh, this meant trouble.

"Attention."

The girls ignored her.

"Attention!"

Now they noticed her.

"Do you think this is a camping trip?"

Soyoon hugged her bag of chips closer to her chest.

"Listen carefully. Any items that you won't need here must be submitted at once." She held up a stuffed teddy bear. "What is this?"

Soon-Yi tried to snatch it from her but the sergeant was faster. "Curling irons, toys, lipsticks!"

The girls hurriedly tried (but failed) to hide all their items as the military woman continued to point out all the banned items. "Foundation, perfume... Scented candle- A scented candle??"

Soyeon blew out the flame and smiled sheepishly at the woman. The woman sighed and continued, "Your foundation, lipstick... yah, you little-"

Yoojung, Nara, Aesol, and Ha-Yun got caught trying to hide the cards. The Banjang quickly covered the cards with a blanket and the four smiled innocently at Sergeant Seo who told them not to move as she moved on to Bora.

"What? Cigarettes?"

Bora rolled her eyes. To be fair, she shouldn't have placed it somewhere obvious.

Sergeant Seo was at her limit. "GIRLS, GET MOVING AT ONCE!"

The girls scurried to get rid of all of their banned items. Ha-Yun worriedly approached the sergeant and asked, "Snacks are allowed right?"

"What snacks?"

"You see, I need to eat chocolate sometimes..." The girl was clearly nervous to talk about her condition.

"Ha-Yun-ah." Yoojung appeared beside her. I'll talk to the sergeant for you."

Ha-Yun sent an appreciative nod to Yoojung and left to help the others.

"Yah, Sunshine!" called Bora. "Can you help hide my cigarettes?"

Class 2 gathered at the school field. Ha-Yun was in between Tae Man and Soo-Chul in the line to get their firearms. "Did you get anything confiscated?" Ha-Yun asked the two.

The two boys shook their heads. "Deokjoong's figurines did though. I swear I saw him tear up," said Soo-Chul. "How about you, Yunnie? Are your chocolates safe?"

The girl nodded. "Yeah, thanks to Yoojung."

"Wahh, there's nothing that girl can't do," awed Tae Man.

Suddenly, Ha-Yun felt a pang of jealousy shooting through her. Her lips formed into a frown.

Tae Man noticed her change of expression. "Yah, Sunny. Are you ok?"

"Hm?" The girl quickly smiled and adjusted her glasses. "I'm fine. Just felt weird for a second."

Tae Man smiled back and ruffled her hair. He turned around just in time as the line was moving. Ha-Yun looked back at her brother who had an annoyed expression on him. "What?" she asked.

Soo-Chul just sighed. "One day you'll understand. Now, hurry up. You're holding up the line."

After getting their guns, the classmates gathered at the benches. Tae Man was helping his best friend tie her hair up. He liked doing it and Ha-Yun had to admit, he did it better than her.

Ha-Yun inspected her own firearm. It felt weird holding it. She never thought she'd hold something with a purpose to kill. Her whole ambition is saving lives not taking them. She could only hope the medical training would come faster. "Is this even safe?" she pondered.

"Is military training itself safe?" Young-Shin said from in front of her. She liked talking to him. He was one of the few rational ones in the class. They'd have gossip sessions about the dumb things their classmates do.

"Good point." The girl sighed. "I'm just worried someone might accidentally shoot someone else."

"Don't worry yourself too much, Sunshine-"

He was interrupted by the sound of five of their classmates, including Wutaek, pointing their guns at Tae Man. Ha-Yun pointed to them and turned to Young-Shin. "My case in point."

Tae Man ran from the group as they started chasing him to the field. Soo-Chul stood up and joined them. "YAH, DO SOO-CHUL COME BACK HERE! I DON'T NEED YOU TO GET SHOT TOO!" yelled Ha-Yun to no avail.

Sergeant Kim Won Bin also came and tried to stop them. He also failed.

"Yah, ahjussi!" called out Soyeon.

"I'M NOT AN AHJUSSI!"

Ha-Yun and Young-Shin snickered at his reaction. It seemed like she hit a critical spot.

"I'm... 21. I'm only two years older than you guys."

Ha-Yun's jaw dropped. "I call bullshit," said Young-Shin. "Ditto," she replied.

"Ahjussi," Soyeon said again.

"Hm?" Sergeant Kim replied before realizing. He took another bullet.

"Can I get a clean one?" asked Soyeon. "This one looks used."

"They're all used," said the sergeant. "Come on down at once!"

A whistle interrupted him. It came from Lt. Lee. He looked pissed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Silence.

"ASSEMBLE!"

Everyone reluctantly got up and assembled on the field. Ha-Yun quickly smacked Soo-Chul and Wutaek's head, plus kicked Tae Man's leg because he was too tall for her. "I'll kill you guys later," she angry-whispered.

"Yes, ma'am," the three chorused.

Lt. Lee began to walk between the class, forcing them to separate like the Red Sea. "The firearms that you just received... could save..." he stopped in front of Il-Ha. "Or kill you." He snatched the boy's gun.

"He finally did what I wanted to do. It's dangerous that he's holding a gun. Damn, I need chocolate," thought Ha-Yun.

Lt. Lee continued, "In times of emergency, the only thing you can trust isn't your friend or colleague next to you..." He held up the firearm. "...but your firearm in your hand. So is it OKAY for you... to handle it carelessly?"

The classmates around Ha-Yun hung their heads. She finally let out a breath of relief. That's one less thing to worry about.

"I am asking you guys," commanded Lt. Lee.

"No, it's not okay," chorused the class.

Lt. Lee pointed to his right. "See that goalpost over there?"

Ha-Yun looked at the goalpost. Oh no.

"The first three people."

Ha-Yun looked around if anybody else caught on but everyone was just confused.

"Go."

She noticed Young-Shin adjusting his glasses whilst inching away. "Yah, Jo Young-Shin!" she ran after him as he started sprinting. The rest of the class followed suit.

Somehow, Jang-Soo managed to surpass both of them and got first, Ha-Yun and Young-Shin fell in line behind him. The two of them sent a death glare at the champion.

Jang-Soo shrugged. "You guys are slow."

The day ended with the girls walking dragging themselves back into the dorms. Ha-Yun placed her gun next to her bed and fell face flat on the mattress.

"I'm dying." She heard Yeonju say.

"Me too," said Soyeon. "I'm dying because I'm so smitten by the platoon leader. He's totally my type!"

Ha-Yun laughed in her pillow.

"Yah... what about our handsome classmate, Do Soo-Chul?" asked Yeonju.

That made Ha-Yun sit up. "Yah! Don't talk about my brother like that. It's disgusting."

"Sorry, Sunshine. Yeonju's right," said Hana.

Ha-Yun covered her ears with her pillow. She had enough.

"It's okay, Ha-Yun-ah. He's not mature enough," said Soyeon.

"Thank you for noticing."

Nara nudged her. "Says you. Tae Man's the most immature in our class."

"No he isn't!" denied Ha-Yun. "Sure, he usually is but you guys never take him seriously anyway." She crossed her arms. "I don't even know how he relates to this conversation."

"The reason why you're so defensive about him is why," teased Soyeon.

Ha-Yun's ears turned pink. "I don't get what you mean-"

"Girls, girls, look at my rash!" exclaimed Hana. "This is what happens when I'm in the sun even for a short moment."

Soyeon worriedly checked her own arms. "What about me?"

Ha-Yun gave them her large tube of sunscreen. "I knew you guys would forget to wear it."

The two girls quickly rubbed sunscreen on their arms. "That's not how it works- Nevermind."

"Guys, hand over your rifles. Don't leave them everywhere," said Yoojung.

Ha-Yun, being the only one who heard her, picked up her gun and stored it. Yoojung sent her an appreciative nod and looked back at the rest. "Yah!"

"I swear this is like the fifth time today someone had to scream to grab their attention," mumbled Ha-Yun as she headed back to her bed.

"Do you want to do that race again?" threatened Yoojung. Damn, didn't know she was capable of being scary.

It's nighttime and Ha-Yun forgot where she put her conditioner. She headed into the boys' dorm next door. "Chul-ah, did I pack my conditioner in your bag?"

"Yah, I thought you only packed your chocolates in here." Her brother handed her his bag.

Ha-Yun rummaged through the bag and found the bottle. "Found it!"

Soo-Chul rolled his eyes and snatched back his bag. Wutaek laughed at the siblings' interaction. "Might as well use his whole bag, Ha-Yunnie."

"Yah, Im Wutaek, say your last words," she said before tackling Wutaek down.

The girl was picked up by a pair of familiar arms. "Come on, Sunny. There's no need for violence," said Tae Man as he adjusted her glasses.

Ha-Yun blew her hair out of her face and sent a glare at Wutaek who stuck his tongue out. It's as if she had two brothers.

Then, Il-Ha came running in. "Yah, this is crazy! Gather around."

Everyone formed a circle around him to see the thing on his phone. Ha-Yun rested her chin on Tae Man's shoulder. The video was showing a bunch of soldiers at a zoo who SHOT THE LIONS?!

"What's wrong with them?!" she exclaimed.

"Wahh shibal, isn't this fake?" asked Wutaek.

"Yeah, it's got to be," said Huirak. "Why would soldiers kill animals? This is totally fake."

"No."

Everyone's heads turned to Deok-Joong. "I've seen this before," he said seriously; he climbed on the tables and sat on it. "You see, one of the things that the government does before war breaks out... is getting rid of the animals in zoos. Tigers! Lions! Elephants! They kill such vicious animals."

"But why?" asked Kimchi.

"What he said," Ha-Yun signaled to the Nobita-looking dude.

Duk-Jeong turned to them. "If starving animals escape... they'll eat people. That's why."

"Then what about the animals that aren't vicious?" asked Tae Man.

"Well... they'll be just left there to starve and die."

"That's too cruel," said Ha-Yun. Tae Man nodded.

Wutaek snatched Deok-Joong's bag of chips. "Starve to death, you idiot."

"Yah, let me eat the chips-"

"Hold on." Young-Shin grabbed his shoulder. "If what Deok-Joong is saying is true... it means a war has broken out."

Ha-Yun took a bite of her chocolate and offered it to Tae Man who happily accepted it.

"That's right," said Deok-Joong. "It's either that or it will begin very soon."

Ha-Yun shuddered. Tae Man placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "No way," he said. "Deok-Joongie, who told you that?"

"What?"

"Where did you hear about it?"

"Oh, Machine Gun Parade March. Animation."

Tae Man rolled his eyes. "Aish..."

Everyone walked away from the weeb...

"YOU DESERVE A BEATING, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

Tae Man placed him in a headlock. The rest joined him in the abuse. Ha-Yun took Tae Man's neck pillow and hit Deok-Joong's head.

Unbeknownst to them, Lt. Lee walked in upon hearing the commotion. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Everyone stopped. Tae Man, Soo-Chul, and Young-Shin immediately hid Ha-Yun behind them. Lt. Lee looked at Young-Hoon.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to study."

"You're not allowed to go off on your own. If you want to study, do it here."

"They're too loud. I can't focus here." He glanced back. "Kwon Il-Ha over there has his cell phone."

Lt. Lee entered the room more and looked straight into Il-Ha's eyes. "You're not allowed to keep your cell phone. Did you not know that?" He held out his hand. "Hand it over."

Il-Ha groaned. "Hurry up," whispered Wutaek. Il-Ha reluctantly handed the phone to their platoon leader.

"You violated the rules for cell phone use. You get three penalty points."

"Okay, sure," said Il-Ha mockingly.

"I swear he needs a good punch of sense knocked in him," thought Ha-Yun.

Lt. Lee turned around and left the room. Il-Ha approached Young-Hoon. "Yah, I'l talk to you later."

"We can talk now."

"Aish, you little piece of-" Il-Ha was just about to punch him when-

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Lt. Lee appeared at the door again. "Follow me, both of you. And private Hwang Ha-Yun?"

Ha-Yun peeked her head from behind Tae Man's shoulder. "Yes, sir?"

"You better be out of this room by the time night watch starts."

She saluted. "Yes, sir."

Ha-Yun, in fact, stayed a bit longer than she should. Not her fault when Wutaek invited her to a game of Uno, one of the few games the military let them play and only at night. See, she usually wouldn't say she'd actually kill someone. But if it's Wutaek, then yes.

He was on his fifth round of winning. One last card in his hand. "I swear you are cheating, Im Wutaek."

"You just have a skill issue, Ha-Yunnie," he said as he placed his last card. "Uno Game."

"YAH, COME HERE!" she grabbed him by the collar. Then a rumble came that made her lose her grip. Thankfully, Tae Man caught her in time before her face planted on the table.

"Yunnie, are you okay?" asked her brother.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She straightened out her clothes. "What was that?"

"That almost made me jump," said Wutaek.

Tae Man still hadn't loosened his grip around Ha-Yun's waist. "Do you think the three are okay?" he asked referring to Il-Ha, Young-Hoon, and Kimchi.

Soo-Chul coughed upon seeing Tae Man's hand placement. That made the two immediately separate from each other with blush tinting their cheeks.

"I'm sure Lt. Lee is with them," said Ha-Yun as she finished her bar of chocolate. However, she had a bad feeling in her stomach.

Class 3-2, Hwang Ha-Yun

Hi, eomma, appa! Soo-Chul and Tae Man are doing fine. It's hard to get them out of trouble on the first day. They almost got themselves shot. I don't think they should be given guns.

My other classmates are doing well too. Remember Nara? She's loving it. Her grandpa used to be in the army and already taught her how to shoot a gun. It's scary sometimes. Yah, Kimchi! I can see you blushing behind the camera.

(Ha-Yun-ah!)

BAHAHAH!! That was Kimchi. He's our class' clerk. He's the one who records everything that we do. If you forgot how he looks like, just imagine Nobita from Doraemon.

(Hey!)

Okok sorry sorry. Eomma, appa. My friend, Soyeon, has a crush on our commander. She used to love coming over just to talk to oppa but now apparently she likes mature men. Can't judge her though. The lieutenant can be dashing. Kimchi, don't tell anyone I said that.

Oh! And I have this classmate, Young-Hoon. He always studies and never talks to anyone. I tried offering a chocolate to him and he declined. Who declines chocolate?! I pity him though. It's hard being pressured to always be at the top of the school.

And it's even harder when Kwon Il-Ha keeps picking on him. Like what's his deal?

Yoojung was also very nice to me. She helped explain my condition so I could keep my supply of chocolate.

And Tae Mannie-

(Ha-Yun-ah)

Yes?

(All that rambling and you forgot about yourself)

Oh. I'm fine.

#duty after school #wang tae man #wang tae man x reader #moon sang min

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Word count; 3,982

Fandom; The Boyz, DKB & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Yang Heechan & Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Kim Sunwoo, Yang Heechan and Lee Donghun. Mentions of Park Junhee, Ji Changmin and Kevin Moon.

Warning; Angst, Confusion, Oral (Giving) unprotected sex (Reader On Pill) & Over Stimulation.

Notes;

Chapter 3/10 earlier chapters here

Series written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

You woke groggily with Donghun’s arms wrapped around you. Having fallen asleep after some fried chicken that Donghun ordered due to your empty kitchen. Your hands reached to your phone to check the time but your eyes widened at a message from Sunwoo.

Sunwoo @6.32am; I’m really sorry for how I behaved recently, I think we need to talk.

You rested your phone on the coffee table groaning waking Donghun who pulled you in closer. “You ok princess?” he asked resting his head on your shoulders. “Sunwoo messaged,” you said as his thumb rubbed the hand his rested against. “Tears are the only thing your end up getting by them lot,” he scoffed. “I know but….. but I really like him,” you said as he hummed into you.

“What about that other guy?” He asked as your mind floated to the mischievous Yang Heechan. “Oh I don’t know Dongdong,” you said twisting to face him hiding in the overgrown T-shirt to his chuckles. “I said get over him not get under someone else,” he said humming as he stroked your back. “I didn’t get under him he got under me,” you bashfully said letting the clothing muffle your words. Donghun understand regardless, “yuk really I don’t want to hear your nitty gritty details,” he scoffed.

Your phone bleeped as you released him rolling to see Heechan had messaged.

“Why don’t you answer your men i’ll cook breakfast, well if you have enough food in for it,” he scoffed. He leaned over you to exit the sofa and the close comfort position that you as friends was use to. You reached to your phone sitting to read it.

Sexy new friend @8.20am; Having a couple of drinks tonight at mine, be nice to chill out let me show you my own crack head mates

You @8.29am; Sounds good.

You scrolled to Sunwoo’s earlier message.

You @8.32am; Ok.

Before you could place your phone down it bleeped.

Sexy New Friend@ 8.33am; Collect you at yours at 6pm?

You @8.36am; But you don’t know where I live?

You smirked which faltered upon Sunwoo’s message.

Sunwoo @8.38am; I’ll come to yours for 6pm?

You face palmed your head, both Sunwoo & Heechan wanting you at the same time had your brain ache.

“If there doing that maybe I’m right for you to forget them, maybe I’ll set you up with a friend of mine?” Donghun said passing you a bowl of bimibap.

“Sunwoo wants to talk, Heechan wants to take me out, both at the same time,” you whine into the air as Heechan Reply’s.

Sexy New Friend @8.45am; I will do when you message me it. It’s ok I’m not the stalkery type.

You left it on read while you attacked the breakfast Donghun made you. Sinking into the sofa with his own to join you on a lazy breakfast. “What about Junhee?” He asked as your eyes widened. “He’s a good looking guy but Donghun he’s my friend it’s just weird,” you said throwing a spoon full in your mouth. “Sunwoo’s a friend and apparently that’s not an issue?” Donghun said raising his eye brow as you frowned at him. “That’s the point, it has become an issue,” you said before shovelling another spoon full in your mouth. “Why don’t you meet Sunwoo for lunch and Heechan this evening?” he suggested reaching to swig his Apple juice.

“Your a genius, that’s what I will do,” you smiled kissing him on his cheek making him blush. “What are friends for hey,” he said winking before smirking in your view pointing at your mobile. “Set it up so I can stop hearing about them,” he smirked as you gave him a soft smile in return.

You grabbed your phone to let Heechan know your address and Sunwoo to arrange for lunch time which he accepted.

Donghun had long gone when Sunwoo arrived, grocery bags in hand and his trademark smile that often had you melt. Despite being extremely Drunk the night before, he looks so beautiful, his bronzed skin made you want to kiss every inch.

“You going to continue to stare at me Like that or let me in?” Sunwoo teased smirking as you moved out the way to let him pass. “Oooh what’s that?” You asked following him to the kitchen. “Nothing much just got something for lunch,” he smiled as he pulled some containers. A quick glimpse told you he had picked up some Tteokbokki from the street market on the way. He brought out a bottle of soju that had you raise an eyebrow. “Hey I’m fine,” he chuckled reading your thoughts.

“So what’s this in aid of?” You asked taking the container that Sunwoo passed you. “Changmin told me how much you was upset yesterday, that Heechan found you crying in the toilets,” he said looking anxious for your reply. “I had a moment yes,” you lied feeling guilty, but somewhat desiring further input on the situation that had happened between you months prior.

“I’m not boyfriend material I was trying to protect you, but it seems I’ve done the worst by making things even more crappy,” he said looking at you anxiously as he used his cocktail stick to dab his rice cake.

“So you ignored me because you hated we had sex?” You asked pouring a shot of soju, holding in fearing his response. “No Suchan, I freeking loved every single minute of that night… ok that’s a lie it should have been longer…. But I don’t regret it, I regret that I’ve confused our friendship,” he said his eyes widening in your view. “Our friendship only get’s confused if we confuse it further,” you said throwing the shot down your throat. “Don’t you think we already done that?” He asks as you pop the delicious food in your mouth. “If you want just sex you should have just said,” you said after chewing. “We’re friends that would have just confused it, it wouldn’t have happened if Kevin didn’t make you wear that darn dress,” he groaned. “So it was the dress not me?” You asked recognising your voice crackling. “No no that’s not what I meant, your bloody beautiful, more then your ever know. It drives me crazy that I can’t give you what you need. Because if I did I would tie you to your bed and never let you free,” he growled, his eyes widening deep in thought that you know wasn’t innocent.

“And what’s stopping you?” You said getting off your seat to make your way towards him. His eyes widen in fear as he calls your name with such a warning tone. “What’s to stop us just having fun?” You say leaning towards him. “What’s to stop us still being friends when we’re not shagging… and shagging and forgetting when we are,” you whisper in his ear that has him shiver. He stands off his chair walking towards the door before stopping to look back at you. His eyes tortured in confusion but clearly fighting the lust like he did the previous time.

“Because i’ll fuck it up and I don’t want to lose you,” he whines in pain at the very thought he clearly imagined. “We’re only lose each other if we let it happen. Stay and play rather then fuck and run,” you said using Heechan’s words. You walk towards him that has him walk back into the wall as you caged him.

He whines your name as you let soft kisses fall on his open collar bone, as he continues to hold on to his fear. Your hands brush against his bulge and you can feel it harden. “He wants it,” you coo as his hand tightens around your wrists. “Fuck this,” he growls and he twists you slamming you against the wall, his lips heavily clashing with yours in his deepen need to being connected with you. His tongue clashing with yours that has your kisses almost messy.

Removing his lips, he drags you down the corridor towards your bedroom. Tossing you on to the bed as he removes his shorts and boxers, letting his cock angry and red to your view. You drag your tongue along your bottom lip as he raised his eyebrow seductively that makes your thighs dampen.

You find yourself to your knee as you hold his shaft in your hand letting yourself feel the throbbing veins. His eyes closed resting back as he enjoy’s the feel of your hands softly pumping him.

You place the tip of him to your mouth letting your tongue swirl against the head, his eyes snapping to look at you. You hollow your cheeks and slide your mouth down his stiffening rod. Sunwoo bites his lip as you take a steady pace as you bobble up and down him.

“Shit baby your mouth is so good,” he compliments as you smirk around his member, letting your speed increase slightly. His pelvis buckles as he starts to meet you, letting the head hit the back of your throat as you gag around him. The muffled spluttering has him hiss, as he tangles his hand in your hair to encourage yourself to repeat your sloppiness.

“I want you to choke on my cum,” he growls as you feel his thrusts become fiercer, tears pooling from your eyes as you just see him bite his lips. Thighs shaking he spills his load down your throat. His speed slows to your coughing and spluttering as you consume his salty snack.

Hands release you as you let the remaining drops fall to the floor while Sunwoo chuckles to himself. He drags his teeth along his bottom lip once more as his hungry eyes fails to look less lust blown.

He holds his hands to you and takes you to the bed kissing every inch of your body. Pulling the clothes off he exposes more skin to press his lips against.

Tearing your pants with his teeth and a lowly growl has your thighs clench together. His hands brushing up the inside of your thighs as his mouth follows nibbling away on the flesh to have you buckle.

Pressing small kisses to your nub teasingly before his fingers brush against your folds. Licking strips up your sensitive core have your hands search for his hair tugging at the curls. Slowly unraveling you as his tongue invades your core, the tip of his tongue stroking your walls that have you moans escape.

While his tongue is fucking you he closes the suctions around your clit that makes it feel extra delicious. Your core springs as you feel your high fastly impending at his skills. His tongue quickens as your thighs attempt to close themselves around him, his fingers digging into your skin to push your thighs away as he tongue fucks you into your orgasm.

You peek through your hooded eyes at the smirk upon Sunwoo’s face, just the view alone has your core aching for more.

Crawling up you, he hovers his lips inches from yours, throwing his head back chuckling when you attempt to source a kiss. Rolling himself into you as you feel his hardening member dig against your heat. His lips find your neck brushing small kisses till he finds your collar bone as he peppers kisses alongside them. Dragging his tongue towards your breasts he sucks around your nipples having you buckle agains him.

Without warning he slams his cock into you, smiling at how he didn’t need to guide his way. Your core sucks him in just as desperate as you feel. Picking a leg up tossing it over his shoulder to deepen his position, moans escaping when he does. His thrusts start at a slow pace but picks up a tempo soon enough. Drops of sweat start to pool from his brow as his face looks stern in concentration as he focuses on giving you your second orgasm.

Walls clenching around him has his moan that is delicious to your ears, your nails digging into his flesh as he helps to chase your orgasm. “Baby let go,” he coos, your body obeying as you convulse around his member. Screaming his name into the air that has him attack his own as he fills you up.

“Please tell me your on something because there’s enough here to get you pregnant,” he chuckled slowly fucking the cum back into you.

“I’m on the pill,” you pant feeling exhausted and spent.

He leaves to the bathroom returning with a wet cloth helping to clean you up as you look at him besotted. Looking very content he gives you the aftercare he didn’t last time. Asking you to shift over the blanket to encourage you to lay with him. Opening his arm for you to cuddle into him you do just that, resting your head over his beating heart. “We shouldn’t have done that?” Sunwoo whines, you know his guilt is lapping at him. “Stay to play remember,” you reassure him, your arms tightening around his warm body. His hands play with your hair as you close your eyes letting his heart relax you to slumber.

You wake up to the apartment buzzer a quick glance in the bedroom tells you Sunwoo’s left. Your heart confused and heavy dashed to find clothes so you can run to the door as you open it to find Heechan standing there. His eyebrow raised looking at you confused before a smirk appears.

“Did you really forget?” He chuckles as your face dropped. “What’s the time?” You gasp as your heart is thundering. “6pm that was the time we arranged right?” He smirks as he folds his arms looking amused. “Oh my god I slept in I was only meant to have a nap,” you said dragging your hand down your face. “Well we can always just have a lazy evening?” He suggested smiling. “No, no give me half an hour and I’ll look almost half decent,” you said signalling him to enter.

He looked around the apartment before finding the sofa to sit on. “I’m happy for a movie night you know,” he said smiling at your view. “I’ll order take out and we can watch a movie or two, or pretend at least,” he said with a wink as you blushed. “Fine,” you relented as he relaxed back into the chair grabbing the remote control. “Your fine the way you are you know that right,” he said with a wink. You shook your head chuckling before entering your bedroom, thoughts of Sunwoo clouding you.

Had he shagged and run again? You picked your mobile up to find no message, tossing it to the other side of the room letting it bounce off the bed.

You grabbed your denim dress as you made your way to the bath room, you knew Heechan wanted an evening with you and right now you was covered in Sunwoo. You wiped him off with the shower, feeling guilty as you did but allowed the anger of being ditched to attempt to calm your thoughts.

When you emerged Heechan wolf whistles, “I thought you said I looked fine the way I was,” you scoffed as you went to the fridge to get a couple of Soju bottles, noticing Sunwoo had cleaned up after lunch.

“You look beautiful anyway, now you look ravishingly beautiful,” Heechan said breaking your thoughts as you made your way towards him with two shot glasses in your palm with the drink. “You wait till you see the morning dragon,” you chuckle pouring the shots. “Well ask me that tomorrow?” he says with a wink before picking his shot to down it. “Who says your sleeping?,” you said tilting your head as he smirks silently in your view, all while turning the tv on without breaking the eye contact. You take your shot as he chuckles looking to the tv to put a movie on.

His arms slide around you as he pulls you in, you feel at ease in his arms as you both chuckle to the comedy he’s put on. Lacing his fingers from his spare arm with yours, you sink into his comfort. His laughter is like music to your ears, he looks so care free and relaxed and it brings joy to watch.

“You know I’m going to charge you to watch me,” he teased without a glance your way and you blush being caught in the act. “You look pretty when you blush,” he teases turning to face you with a beaming smile upon his face. “Shut up and watch your movie,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks warm. “Well if you can watch me I can watch you,” he smiles, his fingers removing themselves from yours to cup your face. Your breath get’s caught hitching as you get lost in his eyes.

Leaning in to kiss you he presses his soft lips against yours, sucking on your tongue that’s trying to invade him. He brings you to his lap as his hand rest on your to encourage the kiss more deeper. His other hand on your back pulls you closer to him as he loses himself in your kisses. Rocking yourself on him, you feel his bulge tighten against his jeans. “Suchan,” he coos with desire in his eyes, his hand resting on your thighs as they fall to your panties.

Fingers pushing the material aside, he strokes your nub before letting his fingers roll about the sensitive bud. Your hands rest above his jeaned bulge, his lips clashing with yours in the process of your mutual torture.

Heechan loses himself within your lips that his hands slips to hold your waist, dragging them along the thighs your straddling. “I need you,” he whispers between kisses that you help suckle down. “Take me,” you growl feeling your throbbing core desperate for him.

He lifts you up with one hand as he slips his jeans that you’ve unbuttoned down, boxers following. His impressive length springing to his stomach, pre cum dripping from the tip. You hover your self above him slowly sinking down on his shaft, his head lolling back.

Eyes rolling and hisses thrown into the air, had a slight smirk despite your walls quivering as you slide to take him all in. You slide your core up and down his shaft at a slow pace, his hands resting on your waist as soft moans escape him. “You look so hot looking so fucked out,” you tease as you speed. His hands grip tighter pulling you down on him so you couldn’t move, your mocking having stirred the competition in him. “Let’s see who looks fucked out when I finish with them,” he growls with his dark brown eyes blown.

He brings your waist down to his buckling pelvis, letting each strike bounce against your cervix. Moans of pleasure mixed with a little pain washing over you as his rhythm speeds, as if your his needy toy.

Biting his bottom lip with a mischevious smirk, he watches you as he try’s to build your orgasm. “Now look who’s looking like she’s getting fucked dumb,” he growls as his thrusts get heavier. Walls clenching around him has moans stolen from him, which has his lips crash in on yours in attempt to hide them down your swallowing tongue.

Arms pulling you closer to him once more changes the vibes as it feels more passionate.

Your chests rubbing together as you continue to bounce on his meeting thrusts. You feel your high tether at the cliff, threatening to throw you down what you know will be a big comedown. Thighs shaking as your nails dig into his shoulder, “harder,” he growls in your ears as you obey hearing his moans. The sound is alluring that it pushes you over the edge, screaming his name so loud you know the whole block can hear you.

He doesn’t relent as your body continues to shake through your orgasm which seems to be everlasting. His member hitting your sweet spot brutally as your head lolls over his chest. Muscles burning as his grip tightens that your sure is now bruised. “Look at me sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging my greedy girl,” he growls as his fingers find your sensitive nub. The swirl of his digits drive you crazy that your hands grab them to prevent his torture. “Then don’t be greedy,” he scolds smirking as his speed becomes almost more unnaturally faster having reattached around your waist.

You let your muscles burn as you attempt to chase his rhythm earning his chuckle when you fail miserably. Your core does little to help your embarrassment as you continue to occasionally convulse around him.

It’s not long before you feel your second orgasm brewing and the way he smirking tells you he knows it. His face slick with sweat does little to help your walls react as it clamps around him. Cry’s leaving your lips, you feel your high rush back in your body tensing as your thrown over the edge. “Fuck you look so hot when you cum, it makes me not want to stop,” he moans as you start to shake from the almost unbearable feel from the sensitive feeling his members leaving you. “Please,” you cry as you begin to slowly lose your mind to his torture. “Please what sweetheart?” he teases as his speed remains unfaltered. “Please this is,” you pause as you feel another core burn in you.

The impending orgasm that you know will make you so dumb fucked your probably lose the ability to speak.

“This is what sweetheart?” He questions, his breath even as you admire how he can still keep his voice steady when he must be as exhausted as you. “Please cum,” you cry out as he smiles at you looking as if he finally got what he wanted. “As you wish sweetheart,” he smirks having made you beg.

Leaning his face into your collarbone his teeth graze along it as he fucks into you with harsher thrusts. The mixture of groans and skin slapping is enough to push you into your third orgasm. Thrusts that’s so powerful your head slams into his own collarbone. Tears spilling at the torture as his hands grips to your ass cheeks, nails digging into the flesh that has you know he’s almost there. Your Walls clamp around him to encourage him along, which pushes him over the edge as he moans your name into your ear.

“Fuck Heechan,” you pant letting the after glow attack from the exhaustion. “What’s up sweetie, did I make you have to work?” he teased leaning back against the sofa. Hands on your head slowly letting you fall with him as sighs full of satisfaction. “Was that a work exercise or sex?” You tease into his chest. “Oh could you not tell, do you want another,” he smirks amused. “No, no I’m fine I’ve had my fill,” you cut him off as he stifles a laugh.

Your moment of bliss is disturbed when the door goes. “That will be dinner,” he smiles gently placing you on the sofa beside him. “The one I ordered when you was washing up, which as I said was pointless because your need washing up again,” he adds with a wink.

He stands grabbing your clothes with him to leave you bashful and red as you cling to your naked skin. His chuckle deep as he smirks devishly, “there’s no need for clothes I’m only going to take them off again,” he grins as he goes to open the door in the boxers he pulled up.

You drag the blanket from behind the sofa to cover you as you hear that voice that normally breaks you, just this time it broke your heart. “Heechan what you doing here?” Sunwoo asks at the door confused.

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Love isn’t a timely feeling

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Jang Hyunho x fem!reader

Plot:when the world collapses on your shoulders you’re scared you won’t get up again. Luckily there’s someone there to hold you anytime your legs shake…but at what price?

Warnings:death, bad language, sad content

Please notice:for writing purposes I had to add a random character made by me:say hi to Bora

Read the sequel here:Invisible string

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Another alarm went off, another day trying to survive, but this time you were on your own since your best friend had been executed the night before. She wasn’t a mafia, you didn’t even understand how your classmates could vote for her since you had proved them that she was a citizen, however things went as they had to go.

You looked around, as Junhee had asked the night before, everyone was surely on their way to gather in the hall, but you didn’t move. You stayed still, sat in the bathroom where you spent the night hiding, or at least that was what you had pretended to do.

You didn’t care about living no more, without your friend it didn’t make sense, so if you died you would’ve been happy. You were still alive tho.

You rested your head against the wall, closing your eyes in hope to sleep a little more and let your mind rest, but someone knocked at the door of your cabin.

You sighed, opening it just to see Hyunho’s face:

“What’s up?” you asked, in a breath of sound

“We’re supposed to gather in the hall,haven’t you read Junhee’s text?” he talked softly

“I have, I’m just ignoring it. Please, leave” you closed the door again, but Hyunho blocked it with his hand

“You’ve got no time to give up” he said

“I’ve already given up. That’s why I’m here -you tried to close the door again, but the boy didn’t let you do so- now, I’ll ask you one more time:please,leave”

“You were close to Bora, weren’t you?”

“Do we have to talk about it? -holding back your tears had never been that hard- she wa-…she’s my best friend” you explained.

Hyunho sighed, kneeling down at your height:his left hand rested on your leg while the other gently caressed your cheek:

“She wouldn’t be happy to see you like this. Now you need to go through the game for her as well”. his voice was sweet and warm. It sounded like an embrace, but it didn’t help you feeling better in any way; otherwise you burst into tears.

Hyunho lead your head to his shoulder, while your hands grabbed his shirt. Your grip was desperate, you were using so much strength that your fingers turned red:

“I can’t do this without her. I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m sorry Bora”

“Why are you apologising? -the boy caressed your head- you’re still alive, you’re still on time to get up and live for the both of you” his words came out in a whisper. Why was he comforting you like that? You had never been friends in the first place; the two of you had barely talked before that moment. Was he so sweet? Or was he just trying to make more friends than enemies?

You wondered that through the whole chat you had in the bathroom, but, at the end of the day, he was able to help you feel better and get out of there. He was so sweet and so delicate that no one could’ve rejected his help; you didn’t remember the last time you felt so safe in someone’s presence. But there you were.

Without even realising how, you found yourself sticking to Hyunho all the time. Just like Bora, he became your rock.

If something was wrong, he was there to make it better.

If you were tired, he was there to cover your shoulders.

If you were scared, he was there to hold you.

If you were hurt, he was there to heal you.

It happened once:you were exploring the centre when you ended in its darkest dungeons; you had almost got lost for a moment, but you had found your way back to the hall. However, while doing so, you stumbled and ended up cutting your hand.

Once you had gotten back to your classmates you were a mess of pain and blood, but Hyunho was the first one running to you. He lead you to the infirmary, he took care of your wound and, then, of your mind as well.

You weren’t good at that game, it was draining you more and more everyday, but Hyunho was there all the time. You wondered how that could be possible since you knew you were a burden, but he seemed to not care; otherwise he was trying his best to make things easier for you.

“Are you okay now?” he asked, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

After having lunch you had a few quiet hours; so he took you to the rooftop with a bunch of blankets. Your head was resting on his lap, cheeks wet as you had another one of your stupid breakdowns, but there, with him, the world seemed to go silent.

“I’m doing better. I’m sorry” you said, closing your eyes

“You don’t have to apologise” he talked, caressing your back. His hand went up and down, drawing creases on your shirt. His touch was the only thing able to relax your nerves.

Rright there, in that moment, with the breeze on your face and his presence reassuring you, you really believed that you could’ve made it through it if he would’ve stayed by your side.

“But I should. You’ve been taking care of me all the time”

“This is what friends are made for” he said, wrapping your body in a blanket

“I own you a million favours” you turned around, meeting his eyes, but he shook his head:

“You don’t own me anything -he ruffled your hair- let’s get out of here safely”

“That’s a big goal” you joked

“We can do that, don’t worry” his smile was as sweet as always, but his voice was serious. You knew he meant it for real. Your heart flattered thinking about a future with him: could’ve that been possible? Would have you been friends? Or something more? The second option sounded good…you’d loved that.

Suddenly, a bunch of random thoughts came to your mind:you could picture him in his everyday life, by your side, having dates every week, exchanging cute gifts, wearing matching clothes, kissing and…your cheeks turned as red as tomatoes.

“Is everything okay?” Hyunho blinked confused at the sight, but you covered your face with the blanket:

“Yes. Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking”

“About what?” he giggled

“About how my life would be after this game”

“Oh…- Hyunho stayed silent for a second, then he dropped the bomb- am I in it?” he asked, uncovering your face

“Oh…hum…of course”

“In what role?” he leaned closer with an annoying smirk on his lips. He knew what he was doing. You didn’t answer as you got paralysed. Luckily the boy let it be and just laughed, leaving a fast kiss on the tip of your nose.

You didn’t know what happened there, the only thing you were sure about was that, in that moment, your heart had started beating for Jang Hyunho…and you couldn’t do anything about it. You were already far too gone, which wasn’t good, not in a survival game, not after you were still recovering from Bora’s death.

You tried to get away with it, to forget about Hyunho and see him only as a friend again, but you couldn’t, nor he could. The two of you kept looking for one another all the time, naturally.

The first thing he asked himself in the morning was if you were still alive; the last one, during the night, was if you would’ve made it through it again. The more time went by, the more players died; so everyone was automatically more and more exposed, which sent Hyunho crazy. He knew time was getting shorter, and he knew he had something big to confess you,that was why, one night, he just went for it.

“Shall we hide here?” he asked, checking the door of a forgotten room

“We always split our ways at night, are you sure about that?” you demanded

“I don’t think you’re the mafia, and surely I’m not, so I don’t mind it” he smiled.

Hyunho collected a few blankets and snacks, then he locked the entrance

“I think we’re good” he talked, sitting next to you. Your eyes met his, shining at how pretty he was in the dim light. He smiled, caressing your check before sliding his body closer. Your breath got stuck in your throat, your heart started racing in your chest:he was too close, really too close for you to hold back any kind of reaction and look like a friend.

“I need to tell you something before it’s too late” Hyunho talked, holding your hand

“W-what is it?” you pretended you didn’t know, but the only thing you were unaware of was how to react once the truth would’ve been out. You indeed liked him, but you were too scared to lose him to forget about what was happening and rush into a love story.

Hyunho giggled, scratching the back of his neck:

“We both know -he paused, then, with a sigh, he dropped the bomb- I love you yn. I can’t do anything about it. I tried, because I know that a love story is the last thing we need now, but I can’t control my feelings. You’re always in my mind, the whole time, I don’t wanna lose you…and I don’t want it to happen without telling you the truth”

You didn’t know what to answer, you froze on the spot, holding his hand for dear life. What an awful situation!

“I…don’t think we should have this conversation” you mumbled

“We should, because if anything happens I can’t let go without doing this”

“Doing what- “ you had no time to finish the sentence that Hyunho’s lips met yours.

Everything seems so strange for a second, but you were so attracted to him that you ended up going with the flow.

The boy’s hand rested on your cheek (you were now sure it was his favourite spot) as he leaned even closer. Your fingers interwove in his hair while your nostrils got filled with his scent:you didn’t know how to describe it, it was delicate and soft. So good. So calming. You had no idea how a person could affect both your body and mind in the way he did, but there you were. Love was indeed real…and was,indeed, not a timely feeling.

Hyunho was the first one letting go, but only because he was out of breath. His lips were pinky as they were now stained with your gloss:he looked so cute.

You giggled, checking the time on your phone:

“This round is almost finished…” you sighed. The boy nodded, lying down:

“Come” he said, his arms were wide open to welcome you, so you just rested your head on his shoulder

“I hope everything’s gonna be alright” you whispered

“It will be” he replied, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Hyunho was right, the next day both of you were completely fine…but things were meant to go downhill anyway.

More players got executed and even a few mafias died.

There were only three left:Jungwon, Dabum…and you.

However, you weren’t scared to die as your thoughts were focused on two things:stopping anyone who would’ve proposed to kill Hyunho; and don’t let him find out about your role. You didn’t want him to think you had been lying to him, especially if you wouldn’t have been able to protect him. Seeing him passing in such pain would’ve destroyed you.

You tried, and tried and tried…but sadly one of the worst scenarios turned into reality as Junhee and Yoonseo found out you were their rival.

The night they spilled the truth Hyunho immediately got pale. You could see he was holding back a whole breakdown:his eyes were shining, it didn’t matter if he was trying to hold his tears back, and his hands were shaking in anger.

“I can explain…” on the edge of tears, you turned to the boy who simply looked at you with a disgusted face

“I don’t wanna hear a single word coming from your fucking mouth” he replied, running away.

“Kim Junhee has voted for yn yln”

“Lee Yoonseo has voted for yn yln”

“Ji Dabum has voted for yn yln”

“Oh Jungwon has voted for yn yln”

You gave a look to your phone, then to your classmates, then you wiped your tears away and ran to Hyunho. You had thirty minutes left before dying and he was the only thing that mattered in that moment

“Hyunho!” you called him as soon as he had reached the rooftop:

“Go away! Fucking liar!” he yelled, but you ran to him, grabbing his arms

“Listen to me, please, I have no time left”

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit” he tried to push you away, but you held onto him until the both of you fell to the ground.

The boy’s tears were wetting his shirt, while yours were pouring down your cheeks like the rain pours down from the clouds during a storm

“I’ve never lied to you Hyunho! I never did! I swear! Everything that happened between us was real!”

“You just fooled me! And you know that!” he growled, you had never seem him so desperate.

You shook your head, holding his hands:

“No,no I didn’t. Please, please Hyunho I can’t die knowing that you hate me. Please listen. I didn’t want to be a mafia, nor I tried to fool you in any way! Otherwise I’ve been doing my best to protect you! I loved you Hyunho, and I’m so happy that I could spend time with you. I’ll never forget how you made me feel and how you helped me through everything”

“Have you killed Bora?” he suddenly asked

“No! No I didn’t! I’ve never killed anyone, I swear on Bora’s soul! I would never be able to hurt my classmates, and you know that! Also…do you -you sobbed, coughing for a moment- do you remember when… when I got hurt exploring?” you demanded, Hyunho nodded

“That was the only time I lied. I-I didn’t hurt myself, I had a fight with another mafia. He was mad at me because I wasn’t helping”

“He? Who was that?” Hyunho grabbed your shoulders, dragging you closer

“I can’t tell you, but you know it. Just…just please don’t hate me…I’m begging you Hyunho”

The boy hugged you tightly. Your chin rested on his shoulder, while your hands grabbed the back of his shirt. Probably there were ten minutes left, but you didn’t have the strength to say goodbye to your loved one.

“I could never hate you yn. Never. Even if I tried -his face sank in your soft hair- I love you, I love you so much, and I know you didn’t want to do it. No one wanted” his eyes met yours while his fingers put a few strands of your hair behind your hear

“Get the other mafias out, okay?” you talked, choking on your own words. Hyunho sobbed, nodding.

“Have you… have you voted?” you then asked, caressing his face

“I haven’t yet…”

“Do it…there’s no time left. Vote for me”

The boy grabbed his phone

“Jang Hyunho has voted for yn yln”

“I’m…I’m so sorry” he cried, throwing the object away

“It’s okay. That’s how things were supposed to go. As long as you’re safe, I’m happy -you smiled through the tears, kissing his forehead- now go. Please, go”

Hyunho shook his head, holding onto you. His grip was firm on your arms. He was shaking like a leaf falling down from a tree.

“I can’t…”

“Please…”

“I can’t yn…”

“Please go, I don’t want you to see it -you gulped- I’m begging you”

“Fuck, it’s not fair -Hyunho swore, his jaw clenched- I love you. I’ll always do” he said again, placing one last kiss on your lips before running away.

You looked at him, meeting his teary eyes one last time; then, when midnight struck, your body took his last flight, becoming one with the sky.

“Yn yln has been executed. Yn yln was a mafia”

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Author’s notes:EVERYBODY DON’T COME AT ME!! I’m a sucker for the desolated lovers trope or whatever this is called, but I swear:on the next story my boy will finally get an happy ending!

Hope you enjoyed this story💕

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kyungjungirlies · 2 months

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Night Has Come FF

(Kyungjun x reader)

Part: Two

¨CHOI JOO-WON WAS ELIMINATED BY THE MAFIA. CHOI JOO-WON WAS THE MAFIA¨

¨THE POLICE HAS USED THEIR POWER¨

Those were the first words that broke the spell of your trance. You sat on the floor, head pounding. You couldn't remember anything after Yool´s death. After you saw Kyungjun across you. What had happened?

Someone else had died? How?

"Hey, the broadcasting room. Who the fuck is controlling it? Huh?" Wooram said. His jaw trembled slightly, and his eyes were wide. He and a group of kids went to go look.

While you and Nahee joined the group in search of Joo-Won. What did it mean that he was the mafia? And how did he die? Was this game for real? Was it a sick joke? Were you all going to die?

You forced yourself to take deep breaths as you stared at Joo-Won´s limp form in the bathroom stall. Yoonseo bent down to touch the blood. "It's still wet." She said. You could make the conclusion all by yourself. He had died recently, very recently. It sent chills up your already unsteady body.

Kyungjun grabbed the Junhee´s shirt. "What do we do now huh?!"

"We leave. We need to get far away from here."

And so, you did, or you tried to at least. But you quickly figured out that you were locked in. A white line ran all around the building.

A warning had flashed on your phone when you all came near the line earlier. But two of you hadn't listened. They ended up just like Yool. Pounding their heads against each other till death.

You now walked limply to the snack bar. Ice, you needed ice for your throbbing head. Junhee had left with a group to see how far the line went. All there was left to do for you was wait. It made you itch all over.

The snack bar was open this time and it wasn't empty. You flinched slightly when you saw who was inside.

"What do you want?" Seungbin asked. His tone wasn't rude exactly. Kyungjun turned around to look at you. His left eyebrow rose slightly. You addressed him instead of his friend. "I need some ice for my head."

"What's wrong with your head?" He asked. His head cocked to the side as he studied you with a blank expression.

"It hurts." you replied simply. He nodded then waved you in. You barely looked at them as you made your way to the freezer. You took out a cup of ice cubes, closed the door and headed out. You could feel their eyes on you though. It unsettled you. But you kept your head high.

Right by the door, Kyungjun called your name. You turned around slowly.

"What?"

But he never answered. The alarm was back. Making you nearly drop the cup in your hands.

¨KIM DONG-HYUN HAS DIED. KIM DONG-HYUN WAS A CITIZEN¨

Your eyes widened.

"How is that even possible?" Spoke to no one in particular. But Kyung Jun caught your eyes. His just as wide as yours. You turned around and ran to the lobby.

The others had gathered there as well. You looked around for some sort of explanation but of course none of us here knew what was happening.

When they return, dirt stained, tired, and solemn, they told you. Donghyun slipped and fell outside the border. They didn´t tell you how exactly it happened. And none of you asked. What's more, you were all trapped. The border led into the woods, up a mountain. And then? Nothing. No people, no help. No nothing.

It was starting to sink in. Someone was going to die again tonight.

You looked at Yoonseo, Jeonwon, and Nahee. What are we going to do? Your eyes pleaded.

Could you even trust them? The thought crept up on you like an ice bath. You pulled out your phone and tried to click a name.

YOU CAN USE YOUR POWER AGAIN AFTER 48 HOURS

You cursed inwardly. Isn't the police supposed to be allowed to use their power every day? Why hadn't you chosen better yesterday? You felt a sense of guilt.

Tomorrow, you conclude with somewhat hope. You'd ask tomorrow. But who? And if they are the mafia, how do you convince the others?

At nighttime Junhee and Yoonseo came to find you and Nahee along with a group of students.

"Hey," he said upon entering. "We've decided not to vote. If we don't vote no one dies."

"Are you certain?" The idea sounded reasonable. But would whoever made the game allow it?

"No," he admitted. "But we have to try something."

"Yes, that's right I suppose. Did you tell everyone?" Nahee asked.

"No, we were actually hoping you could help us with that." Junhee said.

You hopped off the chair you'd been sitting on. "Sure thing." you said, itchy to do something. Anything.

You and Nahee found Somi and a group of students in one of the rooms. Yool's friends are in there too. You paused at the door. They were screaming at each other. You shared a look with Nahee.

"You told everyone to vote for him!" Somi hissed at someone.

"What? I saw you push him! Up on the mountain. He didn't slip at all!" The girl responded. Eunha. Your eyes widened at that.

You opened the door. Everyone looked at you.

"Junhee wants you to know that we're not voting on anyone." you said steadily. Your eyes scanned the room. 6 people.

"We already know!" Somi exclaimed, annoyed.

"Good." is all you said before slamming the door shut.

You met Junhee and Yoonseo in the hall again.

"We need to find Kyung Jun. And I can't find Dabeom either."

"He's in the snack bar." Mingi said. You looked at him. Really looked at him. Dark circles rimmed his eyes.

At the snack bar you found Kyung Jun, his two minions, and Dabeom. Seungbin was sitting on Dabeom´s back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Junhee asked.

Yoonseo and Jeongwon got Dabeom away from the bullies.

"Three against one? You guys are pathetic. " Mingi said, disgusted.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kyung Jun said to Dabeom, grabbing his shirt. He had suddenly gotten up.

"Hey, hey, hey. Enough. We need to discuss something. " Junhee tried to calm the situation.

"Why should I listen to you?" Kyungjun responded. Mingi pushed him with his hand, hard. Then turned to leave.

"Hey, you motherfucker!" Kyungjun took a box from one of the racks and hurled it at Dabeom's back. "Why should I listen to you, you son of a bitch? Come back here!"

Mingi turned around slowly. "Fucking bastards." He said, before pouncing on them. You ducked out of the way.

After a few minutes Mingi had kyungjun pinned on the floor." Fucking let go! Let go you son of a bitch!" Kyungjun screamed. "Will you listen?" Mingi asked. "Will you do as we say? Huh?"

Kyung Jun finally relented after what felt like an hour, "Fine, you motherfucker!"

Mingi let go slowly and got up.

But Kyung wasn´t done. He picked up a pair of scissors. You moved. You' were suddenly in front of him. Pushing him back. "Stop! Just stop! Get yourself together."

He stopped and looked at you.

"Please just think for a minute. Think about how this makes you look. What do you think the others are going to do if they see this?" Your eyes were pleading with him at this point. He kept staring at you.

"Why are you wasting your breath?" Jeongwon asked from behind you. "They'll all vote for him soon anyway. How about it?" She held up her phone.

"You fucking bitch." He hissed at her. He tried to step toward her, but you grabbed his arm. He halted. He looked at you again. Gaze so intense that you wanted to look away. But you didn´t. You swallowed.

"I won't tell anyone. We won't. But you have to stop. Drop the scissors. Please?" Your breathing was shallow and sweat started to dampen your forehead. He was still staring at you, with that same unreadability. Then he pulled back and threw his hands up. "Alright. Fine." He turned around at sat down on the chair near the window. Hands elbows resting on his knees, he looked up at all of you. "What are you still doing here?"

You still stared at him. His gaze had dropped. You let out a small, shaky breath. He looked up again. His eyes pierced into you with an expression you thought was hate, but later concluded was shame. ¨What are you looking at? ¨ He gritted through his bloody teeth.

Nahee pulled on your arm. "Let's go."

"Leave the snack bar unlocked. It's for everyone to use." Mingi said before walking towards the door.

You slowly turned around, feeling shaky.

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I am sincerely sorry for the long wait.

Please stay tuned for part 3

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sugarushsuga · 2 years

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New Year's Resolutions

Genre/Au's: Smut; Idol!Verse

Paring: Jimin x F-Reader

Words count: 8.084

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, protected sex, sightly exhibitionism, cheating.

Synopsis: New Year’s party with old friends make old feelings resurface. You don’t have many expectations or resolutions for the up coming year. Until Jimin brings a new light over all the old things left behind.

Author note: This fic has been sitting on my files for months now, I kept waiting to edit it since I wanted to post it on New Year’s Day. But since I’m on a pity and can’t seam to write to save my life, I just decided to edit it and post to not let the Angel’s birthday go by without a fic for him.

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Breathing the cold air of the night you close your eyes and rest back on the soft couch. You don’t intend to stay out for long, just enough to recharge your social battery a little bit longer. It’s cold like every New Year’s in winter, the balcony has an amazing view from the river, where the fireworks show will be held when the clock strikes midnight.

But right now, there are still a few hours to go and so most of the party goers are still inside enjoying the heated room with drinks and food. Outside it’s only you and another two people who are further away smoking a cigarette.

You sigh tiredly. It has been weeks or maybe even months since you agreed to attend this New Year’s party, you even got pretty excited about it, a chance to dress up and meet up with your friends from school, the ones you are still in touch with and the ones you’ve lost touch over the years. One of them is the co-owner of the hotel and offered the place for the party.

And that should’ve been a hint that this party wouldn’t be anything more than an excuse for your old classmates to try to overpower and overshadow each other’s accomplishments and richness. You hate it. Not that you are doing bad, you just don’t enjoy rubbing your accomplishments on others' faces, you are sure everyone worked really hard to be where they are even if it’s not where they dreamed to be. You don’t understand what is the need to or why people want to show they are better or more accomplished. Who has a better job, who lives better, who already have kids, who is married, who is engaged, who has a boyfriend and, oh! Did you see? That one is single, poor classmate. Or, their significant other is not well accomplished.

Once again you feel out of place with them, just like in the old school days.

You swill the Champaign in your flute, taking a sip you rest your head back enjoying the way the cold December air burns your throat as it fills your lungs. Alone enjoying the freezing cold air, until a shadow blocks the light coming from the ballroom inside.

“Is your New Year’s resolution to freeze yourself before the new year actually starts?”

Opening your eyes, you see the tall man standing in front of you, the light making his shadow a tall monster over you. He has a back suit, no tie, top buttons undone, some chains around his neck, his hair perfectly styled back, shiny shoes, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holds a Champagne flute like yours. You’ve seen him dressed like that one hundred and a million times and you still get dumbfounded by the view. This time is even more breathtaking since it is not just a photo or video of him.

“Jimin,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Your date is inside having the time of his life with our friends. He seems to fit in with them as if he has always been part of the group, and you are out here alone.” He says tilting his head.

“I’m not alone, Junhee and his date are out here smoking.” You say.

“They are?” He raises a brow. “Pretty sure I saw them walking in a couple of minutes ago.”

You look around the balcony and he is right, they are not here anymore.

“Why are you alone?” He asks, this time his voice is softer.

You sigh as you organize the words inside your head. “I- I’m tired.” Your sentence sounds a lot more like a question than an affirmative and you kick yourself mentally for it.

“Of the social gathering? Of meeting up with our old class? Of your date, or just really hiding from it all?” He asks with a hint of a smile on his lips as he sips his Champaign, half of his flute is gone now.

“All of those?” You mutter shrugging your shoulders feeling cold. You left your coat at the coat check at the beginning of the party.

“You know, you didn’t need to come if you didn’t want to.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other making the shadow over you dance from one side to the other.

“I did want to come, but once I got here, I wanted to leave.” You admit looking at the glass in your hand.

“Y/n,” his voice is sweet when he calls your name. “If you don’t want to be here you can always leave, there is no problem in doing it.”

You look up and Jimin is staring at you, his eyes intense and sweet, his angelic face is serious with genuine concern for an old friend. That's just so like him. To be selfless, to be concerned for everyone around him, to come outside in the cold to console an old friend who is putting herself down for comparing herself with the others inside.

If anything, you should be feeling even worse now that you are facing Jimin. If not, he is the most successful one at the party -of course Taehyung is tied with him, but since Taehyung is not the one here, Jimin is the most successful one present at this moment. BTS is at the all-time top, and nothing seems to be slowing them down at any time soon. And yet here he is, chugging down his flute of Chandon and watching you wallow in self-pity.

“You don’t understand how much I hate myself for feeling like this, I know they are no best and I’m no worst but, still I can’t help feeling like I have nothing I can ever brag about. I was never the best at any of our classes, I didn’t go to a prestigious university, I didn’t study abroad, I don’t have a company with billions of net worth… l, I just don’t have anything to ever brag about.” You press your eyes closed hating how you just poured all of this out to him.

“Y/n,” Jimin takes a seat by your side, his Champagne flute is now empty. “You don’t have to compare yourself to others, I know it is much easier said than done but it’s true. They don’t live your life and I’m sure there are people who’d like to be where you are right now, plus you do have some things to brag about the old days, you just don’t recall it.”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “Being good at claw game machines is no skill to brag about, Jimin.”

“Oh! That one is a good one, but I wasn’t talking about that.” He takes your glass and drinks your Champaign in one sip. “You were Taehyung’s first, real, kiss.” He points at you holding your empty glass.

You roll your eyes. He is right, but that is nothing to brag about, also most people would just think you are lying about it.

Some of your old classmates might remember it, but if you ever bring it up, they probably will just pretend they don’t, and without Tae to back it up you’d never bring this up. -Also, you’d never recall this happening in respect of his relationship, it was just a truth of dare game when you were still in high school.

“Jimin, is not like I can just bring this up, they won’t believe it or pretend they don’t remember, plus it has been almost ten years since then.” You scoff.

“Hm… true, what about… the fact you were my first time?” He asks with a shiny innocent smile making you choke on the cold air.

“Jimin!” You censor him.

“What? It’s true!” He presses.

“It doesn’t matter!” You press the back of your hands in your burning hot cheeks averting your gaze from him.

“But it’s true, it was my first and honestly the best time I ever had.” He chuckles at your reaction.

“Okay, I know you want to make me feel better, but there is no need to lie.” You fan your face looking away from him.

“Is not a lie.” He takes one of your cold hands in his warm one. “You know, I hated when you kissed Taehyung, because I had a crush on you. And that day we spent together was really the best one for me.”

“Jimin,” you plead, biting your lower lip.

“Y/n, what else do I have to do?” He tugs on your hand in a way of asking you to look at him and you do. “I’ve liked you for over ten years, I’ve dated other people, I had tons of sex around with other idols, with celebrities from all over the word and still, when I come here I rather spend my time freezing outside in the cold watching you drowning yourself in pity just because your boyfriend fits in with our friends much better than you ever did. Instead of standing there and hearing them all praise me, fill my ego after they had spent years saying that I was never gonna make it.” He rants, voice taking a harder tone as he goes on. “Even now when I’m admitting that I’m still head over heels for you, you push me away because you think that for some twisted reason you aren’t enough when I’m just saying that you are the only one I want.”

You don’t answer him. He is right in everything he said, and you hate it how you can’t put up walls around your heart when it comes to him. Jimin always had the ability to see through you, maybe that’s why you always have been attracted to him. He is the only one who can untangle the mess of feelings and thoughts inside your head. The only one who’s words hurt you but warms you all at the same time. The one you had to let go so he could pursue his glorious and bright future without any hold backs or worries.

At any point you were too pretentious to think he wouldn’t get where he is because of you. No. You always knew he and BTS would make it. But he wanted to date you and you wanted him to live his life to the fullest, to enjoy his every day, his every night, to find his pleasure anywhere he was at, and being tied to you would only hurt you both. Maybe things would end up in a bad way, with both of you hurt, so you let him go. Said that you only wanted to be friends with benefits and if that wasn’t enough you should try to only stay friends.

He kept in touch from time to time, a text message here and there, a few years without seeing each other due to his busy schedule. Friendly greetings on the few gatherings he managed to go to, always with someone else, usually Taehyung, standing in between you two.

This is probably the longest time you both had ever been alone since then.

“If you want to stay here drowning your sorrows in Chandon, fine, go ahead.” Jimin drops your hand as he gets up from the couch.

He places his blazer on your shoulders before he takes both flutes and heads back inside. The blazer is still warm from his body, you can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself and sniff the expensive fabric in an attempt to feel him closer to you.

You stay there wrapped in his jacket thinking about what he just told you, he is right about you putting yourself down in light of others, you always thought of yourself less than the others, maybe the reason why you never really fitted in has always been for your lack of confidence in yourself. Since you always saw yourself as less you never felt the honesty of others when it was aimed at you.

Just like you always diminished Jimin’s feelings for you, he always made them known and clear, but you just brushed it off as him trying to comfort you for not being great at anything, just an average person living an average life.

A commotion inside gets your attention, from the big glass wall that leads to the inside of the ball room you can see Jimin, Taehyung and some of the other guys drowning glasses of some drink you can’t make out from the distance. Seunghyun, your date, is taking part in whatever game they are playing.

Seunghyun is not bad, you are not in love with him, and you don’t think you’ll be. You do think he looks good, strong jaw and overall good looking, but he doesn’t make shivers run up your body or your heart race when you know you’ll see him. He sees you as an asset, you look good by his side, it makes him look good in the picture. Both your mothers have been friends for years.

The blind date they set up for you seemed good last month when you met him. You’ve been on 7 dates with him. Mostly dinners and the end of year company parties. He did try to make things more serious, but you don’t feel as if you are on the same page as him. You don’t feel seen or heard when you are with him, much less cared about.

As you walk to your late twenties your mother has been nagging you about finding someone to build a family with. You need to start dating someone who you can marry and have kids with, you need someone who you can care about, who will be by your side when you grow old. When she talks about this someone, she refers to your future son or daughter, as you both know well that husbands and fathers can just walk out of your life as if you never existed, but the kids remain.

But when you think of this someone she talks about, you picture a 19 year old boy, with rounder cheeks, dark hair, soft eyes and plumb lips. With an angelic voice and dark eyeliner. A boy who touched your body as if he was touching the most delicate art work ever made in history. One who kept asking nonstop if this is fine, that was always humming your favorite song, which turned into a man you see on tv, hears on the radio, is everywhere followed by millions.

When you look inside again the game is over and everyone is scared in groups chatting and drinking and laughing, waiting for the clock to strike midnight ending this year and starting a new, hopeful one.

You get up and shiver as the ice cold wind brushes through your body, slipping your arms though the arm of the blazer jacket. Your steps are shaky from the cold and also from the fear that guides you. You can’t feel the biting cold of the glass door as you push it open walking into the ballroom. Just the kids who are playing closer to the door that take notice of you walking in, everyone else too engrossed in their own bubble.

You look though the groups searching for the man who came with you, but your eyes seem to have a target of their own, they land on Jimin more times than you’d like to admit. He knows you are looking at him, at one time he stares back even raising his Champagne flute at you before taking a sip.

You take a flute from a passing waiter and walk around the room looking for your date. Trying your best to avoid the man your eyes and body crave for. After Jimin’s confession, you can’t pretend anymore that you don’t have feelings for him. He made it all come out from the place you buried it on the day you turned him down. And now you think it is just too much to be in a room full of people and him and pretend like you are just fine with things as they are. As if you aren’t boxing all the what ifs scenarios that your head tries to play with all the possibilities of the past.

“Y/n,” your spinning thoughts are paused by Seunghyun calling your name. “Have you meet Iljung’s wife, Chaerin? She also works on the finance market.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders, not noticing, or not commenting about the jacket you have, he places a new flute of Chandon on your hand and drives you to the couple.

Yes, you’ve met her before, on a few class meetings and on their wedding day. She is pregnant with their second child and it’s going to be a boy. They have a two year old girl called Chaeil, who looks just like her mom.

You do some small talk with them, Iljung and Seunghyun became best friends in the last few hours, as Jimin pointed out, he does fit in with your friends much better than you do. For the first time since ever, the thought doesn’t seem to annoy you, you actually don’t care about it.

As if pulled by a magnet your eyes land on him. Jimin is by the bar with Taehyung and a group of people, mostly women.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Chaerin calls you, twice.

“Yes?” You jump once she touches your arm.

“Can you go to the toilet with me? I need a little hand to open my jumpsuit.” She asks.

“Oh, of course not. If you excuse us.” You say drowning your Champaign before following her. You only realize she is wearing a jumpsuit now that she mentioned it. Most of the women in the party are wearing long dresses to keep their body warm.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I’ve been wanting to pee for so long and Iljung can’t just come with me to the bathroom.” She says making small talk.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You caress her back and walk with her to the bathroom. Once in there you help her with her jumpsuit, she goes inside a cabin and locks the door.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when I saw Jimin and Taehyung, I didn’t know you all had gone to school together. I was feeling so weird tonight, no dress looked good on me and then Jimin said that I’m the most beautiful woman in the party. I know he was just being sweet, but I can’t help but feel this sincere honesty in his words. It just made my sadness go away.” She says as the sound of her peeing fills the, otherwise, empty bathroom.

“Jimin, doesn’t say things just for saying, he always means what he says.” You hear yourself saying.

“You two seem pretty close.” She points.

“No, we aren’t, we are just old friends from school. Plus, that is what all his interviews say, you know it is so hard to not see or hear anything about BTS these days…” You chuckle nervously.

“Hm…” she hums, getting out of the stall and turning her back at you. You zip up her jumpsuit and fidgets with the button on the blazer sleeve.

Luckily Chaerin seems to forget the topic and move on, she starts talking about the food and how everything is so tasty, especially the cheese pasties, she was never a big fan of it but since the pregnancy… you tune out her words, nodding, humming and dropping a “really, don’t you say it” here and there. Your thoughts are consumed by Jimin.

Back to her husband and your date, they are now talking about real estate and how Iljung and Chaerin managed to buy this big house in a noble neighborhood for half of the market price. The pregnant woman joins the conversation very excitedly talking about the renovations they did and the kids' rooms.

Three champagnes later the topic remains, you nod and smile here and there agreeing to everything that is said, your eyes traveling from one side of the room to another from time to time following the angelic smiles and perfectly styled hair.

Taehyung approaches your group to bid his farewell and wish everyone a great turn of the year. He is leaving, not waiting for the fireworks. On the short conversation you had with him earlier - when Seunghyun was very immersed in talking with Jimin and some other guys at that moment. Taehyung confessed that he and Jimin were just dropping by to see the old friends, they were actually, turning the year on a private party that Hoseok was doing, a lot less people, much more private and no chances of being filmed drunk or put in a difficult situation. He also mentioned the fact that the significant others of the dating members would be there too.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year, since I’m already leaving.” Taehyung smiles.

“Oh? Already?” Chaerin pouts. “Why are you leaving so soon? Are you not going to see the fireworks? Are you going to spend it alone?” She shoots question after question without taking a break to breath.

You give him a look of sympathy feeling bad that probably a lot of people there are wondering the same thing if not trying to find out where he is going to.

“No, I’m not spending it alone, I’ll spend it with my parents and sister. They are already waiting for me.” Taehyung gave her a polite smile.

“It was great to see you, we should meet up more often.” Iljung suggests and Taehyung nods in a way that says that is not going to happen.

“It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be looking forward to the next class reunion to talk to you again.” Seunghyun offers to shake his hand.

Taehyung gives you an impressed look and takes a step in your direction pulling you into a hug.

“I had the impression you weren’t that serious with him.” He whispers in your ear.

“We are not serious, I’m not in love with him.” You say patting his back.

“That’s good, great actually!” He says with a mischievous smile as he breaks the hug. “I’m really happy to see you again Y/n, I’m looking forward to seeing you more often. I’m quite sure it’ll be sooner than we imagine.”

“Wha-“ you cut yourself realizing the others can hear you.

Taehyung smooths the blazer over your shoulders before giving both men another hand shake and a quick hug on the pregnant woman and waves his good-byes before moving to the next group and leaving the party in another five minutes.

Once again you can’t really focus on the conversation that your group engages, your eyes scan the party looking for the man that borrowed you, his blazer. You can’t find him, maybe he left together with his group mate, who makes you wonder why he didn’t say goodbye. Iljung is telling some old story about how he used to play football with Taehyung and Jimin and how the other members, trainees at the time, also joined.

Some other people join the group, mostly your male classmates, they all share stories about their adventures during physical education with your famous friends. Sometime during this talk Chaerin moves to stand by your side. You don’t notice it until she caresses the blazer sleeve where your arm is.

“This is such a nice blazer. Who does it belong to?” She asks directly with a low voice, so others won’t hear it.

“What?” you ask, trying to cover your surprise with confusion.

“Seunghyun still has his own, so it is not his. Suddenly you had it on, I didn’t see anyone giving it to you.”

“I- I don’t know” you reply trying to keep your face neutral. “I found it outside when I went to take some air.”

“Oh!” She nods. “Maybe you should look at the pockets, it may have something to identify who it does belong to, maybe the coat ticket.” She watches you expectantly.

Under her intense gaze you make the body tap dance, palming the pockets of the jacket, pretending to look for some identification of who the jacked may belong to. On the right outer pocket, you find some sort of paper, you take it out and look at it, just that is not the coat ticket, it is bigger and thicker, it has a number on it but not the coat number.

“See?” Chaerin says smiling, “everyone came with a coat now we can find who the blazer belongs too” she smiles wildly.

“Yeah…” your voice trembles and you hope she doesn’t hear it.

“Maybe it is from someone who is not at the party, I don’t remember seeing many guys without their jackets.” Chaerin keeps on blabbing as she tugs you by the arm leading you away from the group of men talking about football teams.

“Where are you going?” Stopping you watch her.

“Where else? To the coat check, let's solve this mystery.” She says excitedly.

“Hm… but, we have to go down stairs, are you gonna be fine?” You bite your lower lip hoping she takes your nervousness as worry.

“Oh, that’s true…” she deflates a little. “But on the other side there is the elevator we can take it.” She chips, changing her direction.

“But won’t people think it's weird we’re going down? They may think you are not feeling well and get worried.” You quickly add trying to find a way out. “What if-“ you say, coming up with a plan. “You stay at the party, and I quickly go down stairs, check who the jacket belongs to and come back up? That way nobody will get worried about you.” -and you won’t find out this isn’t a coat ticket- you mentally add.

“But what if people ask about you?”

You doubt anyone will do it. “Just say I went to the bathroom, it's in that direction anyway.”

She stops to think, biting her lower lip and tapping her chin. “Yeah, it’ll only take you about five minutes, right?” You nod. “Fine, but you come straight to tell me, okay?”

Nodding you turn towards the door that leads to the bathroom and to the stairs that leads to the first floor of the hotel. You take quick steps holding on the handrail to make sure you won't fall as you descend it. Once in the lobby floor you need to look around to spot the elevator, you weren't paying attention to the hotel interior when you came in with Seunghyun.

Once you spot it, you make your way trying to look confident and like you know where you are going. Pressing the button, you pray that no one at the party has decided to spend the night in the hotel or is leaving early, you don't want an awkward encounter.

When the door pings open you get inside as fast as possible trying to not twist your ankle in your haste. You press the 29th floor button and pray that nobody shows up before the door closes.

Once you are enclosed in a metal box, your nerves start to bite at you again. Your palms start to sweat, and you think you are shaking. Trying to convince your own self that it is from the cold, as you clean away the thoughts of what are the chances that he is there? that he hasn’t actually left? that he is waiting for you? What if he is there? What if he is waiting for you? Then what? What if he is there with someone else? Then what?

There is no time to think on the answers, the doors slide open making you look up. Knowing you need to get out your feet seem to glue on the floor, and you can’t move. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just dropped the blazer at the coat check saying you found it somewhere? They will go through the pockets and find the room key, they will ring the guests and tell them about it. The doors ding, signaling that it's closing and you take a step putting your hand in between them to stop it.

Stepping out of the elevator the room card burns inside the blazer’s pocket. Taking small and short steps you find yourself in front of the room. There are few rooms on the floor, as they are the master bedrooms. With trembling hands, you scan the card on the door’s lock. The green light blinks, unlocking it. You don’t know when your brain commands your hand to push the door open, but you do.

The lights are dim, the white dress shirt is thrown carelessly over the couch in the room’s living room. Other than the Valentino's expensive shiny black shoes there aren’t any more discarded clothes. The whole room is quiet, and you wonder if it’s because there isn’t anyone in there or if it’s because your heart beats so loud in your ears that it muffles all else. Entering the master bedroom, he’s there.

Black pants on a new jacket on, this one is blue with gold and many flowers embroidered on it, a glass of wine in his hand, his back faces you as he watches the night sky through the window wall.

“And here you are, hiding away, drowning your sorrows in Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is better than Chandon. I didn’t think you’d come” he admits looking at you through the reflection in the window.

“I shouldn’t have come.” You stare at his eyes in the reflection.

“You shouldn’t have.” He confirms. “But I’m happy you did.”

He places the wine glass on the table by the window and turns towards you. Your eyes follow the links of the chains around his neck going down his torso, traveling to the soft lines of his defined abdomen. A spark rises from your core and spreads through your body. You should leave, and yet you take a step in his direction.

“I thought you would spend the turn with your members.” You look around the room, there is a carry-on suitcase open in the further corner of the room by the bathroom door. The lights are on in the other room, the door ajar.

“That was my safe option, but this is where I’d really wanted to be. Even though I’m scared to make the turn alone in this room.”

“You can always go back down to the party.” You comment stopping by the table and looking down the window. The party balcony is softly illuminated, and is quite far away from where you are now.

“This is where I want to be, not down there.” Jimin repeats, eyes boring holes on your face as he stares at you looking down.

“My boyfriend didn’t even care that I was gone.” You turn toward him fidgeting with the room key in your hands.

“Y/n,” Jimin’s voice is soft, calling your name. “I won’t ever know what you want, what you are feeling if you don’t tell me.” He places a strand of hair behind your year.

You - the voice in your head screams at him. But your mouth says. “I have a boyfriend.” Still your head tilts and you press your cheek in his warm hand.

He caresses it for a moment, before his hand slides down your cheek, through your neck, his finger tangles with the hair on the back of your neck, his other hand finds it way around your waist. Stumbling you crash hard against his chest when he pulls you to himself.

Jimin’s plump lips are warm and taste like wine. The press of his lips is soft, contrasting with the way his hands grab at your body pressing you hard against his own. Your lips part, taking his bottom lip on yours, sucking on it, savoring the wine taste and the soft groan that comes from the man.

His lips part from yours only to come back, this time with hunger as his tongue passes by your lips finding its way towards yours, his wet muscle caresses yours in a dangerous dance. Your moan is swallowed by his lips. The hand on the back of your head guides you so he can deepen the kiss.

Your mind is hazy once he finally breaks the kiss. Maybe it is the lack of air, to which you take a deep breath, but maybe it is all because of the way he looks at you, eye hooded, dark with lust and that warmth of his genuine care. Your arms wrap around his waist, he trembles in your arms when your cold hands touch the bare skin of his back.

“Y/n” Jimin's voice comes out rough.

His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he shallows, you place a soft kiss on it, and then another on more to the left, and yet another following up to his jaw. The hand on your waist slowly slides down to your ass, his head rolls back exposing more of his skin is a clear invitation that you don’t even need to think twice.

Wetting your lips, they follow the muscle up his neck, licking and kissing their way to the ink behind his ear. You breath softly against the spot and his fingers dig on the fabric of your dress groping your ass. The bulge pressing against your lower stomach grows harder and so does the wetness on your center. You kiss the teasing mole on his collar bone.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of you, they travel up and down your body, grasping at the fabric of your dress, digging on your skin, trying to get more but at the same time waiting for your approval, for your permission. Caressing your shoulders, he removes the blazer from your shoulders and carelessly throws it on the floor, fingers reaching the zipper on the back of your neck. His eyes stare at yours in a silent question, his hands only work again when you nod.

The easy way he manages to undo your dress adds weight to his words from earlier, he did get more experienced over the past years. His fringes brush your shoulders again as they push the fabric off, his hands are warm and they tremble slightly, betraying his confident stance. You take your hands off him to help him rid your body from its confinement.

Taking a sharp breath Jimin drops your dress on the floor and stares at your body. “Fuck!”

A shiver runs up your body at the same time heat pools in your middle. His hungry eyes follow every curve of your body, taking their time over your bare breasts and the fabric of your blue-stay-at-home panties. A smirk spreads over his lips.

“You didn’t plan the night to go anywhere close to this.” The teasing in his voice has heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Jimin-“ you mumble looking away towards the night outside the window.

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on having sex with that asshole.” He breathes against your ear. Hands caressing the exposed skin of your hips, traveling up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs and index fingers automatically pinching and rolling your nipples.

Your eyes fall shut against your will, you don’t want to close your eyes, you want to watch Jimin, you want to see him devour you with his dark lusten eyes. Your lips feel dry from being parted from so long letting gasp after gasp out in approval of his ministrations over your body. His lips brush over your neck, hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

Plumb lips suck hard on your sweet spot at the same time his index finger slips past your panties band tracing a line down your pussy, your hands grab at the thick expensive fabric of his jacket. He brushes over your swollen clit. Your moan is obscene when he circles your drenched entrance. You clench around nothing.

“I could come just from feeling you up like this.” Jimin admits.

Your eyes travel from his angelic face down his body, stopping at the tightness on his crotch. Commanding your fingers to let go of his jacket you gently push it off of his shoulders, caressing the skin of his arms as the fabric falls off. Your hands make their way back up, caressing his lean muscular shoulders, lightly pressing the skin on his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Biting your lip, you look up at him. His dark eyes follow your every move, drinking every caress you offer.

You feel his sharp intake of air when your fingers caress over his nipples, slipping down to his abdomen, he flexes the muscles there, making you giggle softly. The few strands of hair underneath his navel are soft and disappear inside his pants. Just as he did to you, you look up asking for his silent permission.

Jimin nods.

Your hands shake as you hold the fabric of his pants and try to pass the button through its loophole. His warm hands cover yours, stopping all your movements. Is reassuring. It warms you inside, knowing that he won’t move further if you don’t want to. But you do, and for the first time in so long, you are confident that this is what you want.

You tiptoe to press your lips on his. Jimin is quick to respond to your kiss, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your head so he can deepen it. You fumble a little but manage to undo his pants, caressing his waist as you push the fabric of pants and boxers off his round muscular ass. You can’t help yourself but pinch his back side.

Jimin yelps and laughs with you. Kicking the mount of clothes away he lifts your chin pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure about it?”

You nod. He doesn’t move.

“Just like the sun will rise in the morning. I’ve never felt this right in my life.” You admit looking into his eyes, showing him the deepest desire that burns in you. Your heart has belonged to him for so many years that you always thought everyone could see it.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. Taking a step back, Jimin peaks your lips before heading to the open suitcase across the room, he throws a few more of his expensive perfectly folded clothes to the floor before finding a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Jimin pumps himself a couple of times before unrolling the protection on himself. The foil is also thrown to the floor.

Licking your lips, you swallow the saliva that gathers in your mouth as you focus on the muscle in between his legs. Once he is back in front of you his teasing smirk makes you blush and look away. Seeing your putty reflection in the windows you avert your eyes to the floor.

“Come on Y/n, I’m sure you don’t find these grandma panties sexy.” He jokes.

“They are comfortable.” You pout.

“They are a turn off.” Jimin keeps making fun of it.

“You don’t seem turned off.” You defy raising a brow and pressing your finger to the head of his proud standing cock.

“You know that just one look from you and I’m hard as rock.” He confesses making your jaw drop. Averting his eyes to your blue panties he adds, “if you want to stop, we can stop it, at any point. I won’t get mad or upset with you.”

“Jimin,” you call, waiting until he looks back into your eyes. “I don’t want to stop, I want you to fill my body, because my mind is already full of you. It has been for the past years.”

You push your panties down and the wet fabric clings to your pussy, stretching the clean lubrification once it's peeled from your skin. Jimin licks his lips as if he is watching a full meal set in front of him after being starved. You kick the wet fabric aside.

His right hand rests on your hips as his lips find yours once again. Your hands tangle on his dark hair, messing it up. The kiss is sweet despite the hunger burning inside both of you. Jimin, caresses your side, raising your leg to rest against his hip. You can hear the wet sound of your folds partying with the movement. He smiles in the kiss, and you tighten your closed eyes trying to control your embarrassment.

Jimin presses your back to the glass, and you jump in his arms as the cold glass shocks your heated body. His lips move to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as his fingers caress your sides.

Keeping one hand at his neck the other hand helps him guide his cock. He presses it to your wet folds, using your natural accumulated lubrification to wet his protected hardness. Pressing his head to your clit you moan as he tugs on your bottom lip. You press his head into your entrance lifting yourself on your tiptoes.

Steady and slowly, Jimin pushes in, thrusts himself into you, savoring the warmth that welcomes him, feeling your fluttering walls around him. His head falls back as throaty moans escape his lips, a new wave of your arousal coats the protection upon hearing the sound coming from the man in your arms.

Kissing his neck, you bask in the feeling of being rightfully full. Jimin has bottomed out on you, his thickness is just right, enough to feel a comfortable stretch. He rests his forehead on yours, his breath fanning across your face as he makes eye contact with you. The first thrust is shallow, more a roll of his hips than an actual trust.

The next movement half of his cock is pulled out before he pushes it back in, it’s a slow steady pace, you close your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him filling you up whenever he thrusts into you. Your clit lightly brushes against his skin. That warm fluffy feeling filling your body, growing inside of you.

Jimin’s moans are soft, matching yours, more like breathing against your neck. He is feeding himself without a rush. He is savoring how your walls take him, remembering how you felt on your first time. You were both inexperienced but even then, he felt just like the right fit for you.

Tentatively you roll your hips during his trust, the harder friction makes you gasp louder. Jimin’s soft lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to keep going like that. Whispering your name, saying how good you feel. Your lips keep on calling for him, pleading him to not stop. And he doesn’t.

Trusting faster on you his body starts to gleam with sweat, the warmth inside you grows hotter, your walls tighter, as the waves of pleasure spread through your body, his moans grow louder just like your calls for his name. He presses you so hard against his chest that you think you’ll get tattooed on it. You can fill your bugging stomach against him every time he trusts in you.

You feel a tightness inside of you growing, as the waves of pleasure grow stronger, you roll your hips faster, chancing your high, his cock is moving faster, until they are gone.

You stumble as you open your eyes. There’s some noise outside but you can’t make it out too astonished by how Jimin just pulled out of you.

“What th-'' you try to question him. He’s clearly also fucked up and annoyed by his own interruption.

Jimin cut your words with a hard press of his lips on yours. “Turn around” when you don’t move, still annoyed, he turns you by your shoulders. “Look outside.” He instructs, stepping behind you, he uses his feet to part your legs widening your instance. You feel him aligning himself in your entrance once again. He trusts in, swiftly and all at once this time.

“Fuck” you moan loudly as his head caresses your sensitive spot. Looking outside you see people gathering at the balcony way too many floors below you.

Jimin presses his body on your back and you arch it so he can hit your spot over and over during each one of his trust. Placing your hands on the glass to not hit your face on it the cold glass brush over your hardened nipples sending shivers over your body. His index finger finds your swollen and neglected clit. With expertise Jimin pinches your bundle of nerves making you jump in place before starting to caress it.

The tightness upon your stomach is back and much tighter than before. The waves of pleasure wash over you making your body tremble. Your pussy clenches at each trust of his hips, your fingers try to grab at the glass at the same time your toes curl, something explodes inside of you, warm and full of different colors sending electricity all over your body, making colorful sparks shine behind your eyelids.

Jimin’s thrusts grow erratic, and he buries himself deep inside of you at the same time another explosion happens. The shocks of pleasure are still running over your body making your pussy flutter and pulse around him milking off his cum inside the condom.

His skin is sticking to yours, his lips brush your temple. “Happy new year, Y/n.”

You take his hand linking your fingers with his. “Happy new year, my love.”

His smile is full of teeth, you know that because you can see it reflected on the window in between explosions of fireworks. You two remain there connected and in each other’s arms until the explosions end. Jimin takes a step back, easing himself out of you, to what you let out a sad sigh. You can heat the indistinct noise of the condom being tied as you watch his round ass going inside the bathroom through the window.

You hear the sound of the toilet being flushed before the tap water runs. You turn around just in time to see Jimin walk out with a damp towel. In another silent agreement he cleans you up with the delicacy that only an angel could have. Once he is done the towel is thrown back into the bathroom, which now has the lights off.

Pulling you along with him, Jimin dresses a new pair of boxer briefs straight out of his suitcase and pulls one of his Be a good Human colorful oversized shit through your head, before guiding you to bed. He climbs in first, moving to the middle and pulling you to rest on his naked chest.

“What now?” You ask with your cheek on his chest, hand caressing his skin.

“We enjoy this moment.” He caresses your hair. “We sleep together, we wake up together.”

“Jimin-“ you call.

“Tomorrow, you dump that douchebag, how can he not even realize you were outside in the cold for so long?”

“Jimin.” You say again.

“We’ll wake up, make love again, take a shower or maybe a bath together, eat some delicious breakfast together, maybe have sex, or make love again… I haven’t decided. Then you’ll start to date me.” He says pressing his soft lips on your forehead. “Oh, and we’ll have New Year's dinner with my parents.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, lightly slapping his chest.

“What?”

“What are your New Year’s resolutions?” You ask looking up at him.

“Hm…” he hums thinking for a moment. “Show the world a better side of me, my unique color.” He nods to himself. “What about yours? Besides, try to freeze yourself outside earlier.”

“All of those things you just said. Wake up with you, have breakfast with you, make love, have sex, dump Seunghyun, have dinner with your parents, be by your side, supporting you. Knowing that I’m enough for you with all my flaws. That’s my resolution.” You say resting your chin on his chest looking at him.

There is a heart stopping smile that spreads through his lips, his kiss is soft and short, but you don’t mind. You have a lot of time for more, a whole new year for kisses and Jimin.

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