#khiphop scenario

[seoulessnights]

I still remember

“Happy birthday, Jay”

You smiled as you handed over a small, navy box. It had taken you weeks of poring over hundreds of websites before you deemed an unassuming silver ring to be the perfect gift for your friend of 15 years. 

“Y/N, thanks for coming!” Jay pulled you into a hug, his warm cologne wafting from his tattooed neck as you let yourself get swallowed by his embrace. 

“Enjoy yourself tonight, ok?” Jay flashed you one of his cheeky smiles before he moved on to greet the other guests. I’ll try my best. You thought to yourself. 

You felt awfully out of place, normally not one to spend a Friday night at a club. But you also couldn’t miss your best friend’s birthday party. Especially not after knowing how much effort he put into planning it. Your friends always joked that it was the one time you ever left your cave of a home to meet others.

The VIP section of the club was completely packed - so characteristic of Jay to invite every single person he knew. Sometimes you wondered how someone as outgoing as Jay managed stay friends with someone as introverted as you all these years. As you continued scanning and taking in the scene, your eyes stopped by a figure that was sitting at one of the tables. Your heart skipped a beat. The dimly lit table barely revealed anything about its sole occupant, but you knew instinctively who it was. As you let your eyes adjust to the darkness and slowly make out the features of his face, you felt a deep pang in your chest.

Sungwoo. 

Of course he was here. The two of you had met through Jay  - how did this slip your mind? Were you so busy blocking out everything related to him that you totally looked past this? Sensing your gaze, Sungwoo looked up from the drink he was mindlessly swirling. The the two of you briefly met eyes across the club. Your heart was pounding so quickly that you could hear your hastened pulse in your ears. Even after a year of not seeing him, your eyes familiarly traced the contours of his face. He looked the same, which made it so much harder for you to accept that so much had changed between the two of you. You were first to drop your gaze, as you rushed over to the bar to order a drink. 

*

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

Sensing your somber demeanor that carried through in the brief moments Jay interacted with you, Jay continued to pour you endless shots. You were silently thankful for how Jay always seemed to keep tabs on you at these gatherings knowing your shy personality - even doing so at his own birthday party where he deserved to drink as if there was no tomorrow. And because you knew this was Jay’s way of looking out for you, you downed the shots without much hesitation, the bitter liquid burning your throat and helping you get closer to your goal of wanting to feel completely numb.

“I need a chaser” You muttered softly. As if by command, the guy standing next to you handed you his can of Pepsi. You take it, but instead of drinking it, stared at the can. The beads of condensation on the can swim down and feel wet against the palm of your hand.

“Is something wrong?”

The guy asked. The somber lighting of the club revealing a smattering of tattoos running down his neck. You thought you remember him introducing himself earlier to you as Jinyoung, but your memory of the earlier parts of the night start to get fuzzy as the alcohol begins to hit you.

“No, nothing.. it’s just that..”

“She doesn’t drink Pepsi. Hates the taste of it.”

A hand appeared by your side and pushed a can of Canada Dry towards you. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. It was a voice you recognized all too well.

“Why..”

“I still remember, Y/N”

“Sungwoo…”

“How could I forget?” 

Sungwoo smiled bitterly. And in that moment, you realized. Something about the tone of his voice and the look on his face made you realize that it wasn’t just you. You had spent the past year desperately trying to move on from Sungwoo, but utterly failed to do so every time. You replayed your two years with Sungwoo over and over, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong. And you realized that Sungwoo had done the same. 

“Well, enjoy your ginger ale. And try not to drink too much”

Sungwoo gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze as he disappeared into the crowd of bodies. Maybe one day you would be able to sit down and talk to him about everything. Tell him how much he’s hurt you and apologize for how you’ve hurt him. But you knew now wasn’t the time. It was all still too fresh.

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I'm back!! I know it's been a hot min but I've been so busy with life. I've been really inspired to write lately though, so hopefully I can push out some more scenarios soon :-)

[yoonia]

what you wanted (m) | b.i

➬ Summary | You have no idea how you ended up here. It all started with an innocent date, which escalates into something more. Something that is not quite so innocent. But he gladly follows your lead, always ready to give you everything that he could offer, knowing that—deep down—this is exactly what you wanted all along.

➬ Title | What You Wanted

➬ Pairing | Kim Hanbin (B.I.) x reader

➬ Genre | Smut, PWP(?), Virgin!reader, Boyfriend!Hanbin, First Time

➬ Word count | 10,060 words

➬ Ratings & Warning | 18+/Mature; a bit of a plot if you squint, explicit sexual scenes, including: soft dom Hanbin, shy reader, dirty talk, swearing, stripping, kissing (lots of them) and making out, dry humping, groping, grinding, manhandling (kind of lol), finger sucking, fingering (female recipient)/finger fucking, hand job, long foreplay, breast play, nipple play, biting, pinching, first time sex, praise/praise kink, protected sex, minor aftercare, post-coital cuddling

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The bed dips as he lies down beside you. 

His shirt is gone, leaving his chest bare. 

Getting a good sight of him from up close, your body flushes in response. The warmth running in your blood escalates further when you look down, noticing his unzipped pants with the waistband of his boxers peeking from beneath.

“Is this okay?” he gently asks you, his voice comes out in a whisper, but you can still feel his words caressing your skin.

Your body becomes tense at this point, filled with anticipation. Your nerves seem to take up the space in your mind, and they are beginning to spark like haywire when you feel Hanbin shifting closer. You can feel his warmth touching your skin even before he makes any move to touch you with his fingers. It makes you feel more hyperaware of his presence and, for the first time tonight, your self-consciousness takes the front seat.

Unable to look up at his face, you can only respond to his question with a short nod. This only draws a chuckle out of him, and he leans in, his fingers are gentle as he tips your chin up until your eyes can meet his glowing ones.

“Don’t be shy, baby. We can take this slow.” His words are reassuring, but the way he says it, with his face and smile soft yet his voice comes out almost growling with need, it drives your senses to start running wild. At the same time, it slowly strengthens your confidence to be able to ask for more when he asks again, “Tell me what you want. I’ll only do what you want me to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so—”

“I…I want to have my first time…with you,” you whisper softly, your voice almost fading into the room, yet it also sounds a bit too loud for your own ears. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you look up to see his reaction when you repeat yourself again, “I want to have sex with you. I want…”

Pressing a finger on your lips, Hanbin stops you from talking. “Are you sure?” he asks you. “You won’t regret it?”

It feels reassuring when he does something like this, when he shows you how much he truly cares about your feelings. You love how he keeps making sure that you know exactly what you are asking of him. But you know exactly what you want, though you can understand why he keeps worrying about it when this feels so sudden. Neither of you had expected that this would be the way you are ending the night with him. It isn’t like you had planned this all along when you first invited him into your apartment for a movie night and an extended stay-in date after coming back from your dinner date. It was an offer that you would always make after going out on a date with him, and one that he would gladly agree to whenever he could spend more time with you.

On those other nights, Hanbin would be the one to initiate it when things get heated up by the end of the night. He would be the one to make the move, to start things through his teasing words or hot kisses until he leaves your blood boiling hot with desire and need. On those intimate nights, he would always stop before things would escalate into something more, knowing that you weren’t ready for it.

But just like your invitation and your initial request, you had been the one to initiate everything this time, starting from the moment when you climbed onto his lap sometime in the middle of the movie and started grinding against his crotch until you were both high with desire. And it had been you who pulled his hands away from your breasts, snapping him out of the daze that he found himself in while he was groping at your soft flesh, admiring them while impatiently crumpling your top in the process. You never had any intention of stopping him when you grabbed his hands, however, when you suddenly had something else in mind.

“My bed. Now,” you almost begged him, and never once you had seen him moving so quickly in response. He said nothing as he lifted you up in his arms with your body wrapped around his and carried you all the way to your bed. As if your words had sent him into a trance-like state, and he stayed in it until the moment he laid you down on your bed.

Picturing what happened earlier have you smiling to yourself. “No, I know I won’t regret it. I know what I want,” you answer him with a smile. Despite never planning this to happen tonight, you have actually given this a lot of thinking, and it has been plaguing your thoughts since the day you decided you wanted to do this. With him.

“I know I asked to wait and take things slow, but…I’m ready. I want this.”

You swallow hard and muster the courage to reach up to him, to graze his bare chest with your fingers. His skin feels warm under your touch. Slightly warmer than he usually would. Moving your fingers up to his shoulders, tracing along the lines of ink marked on his skin, you feel his heartbeat pumping steadily in his chest. It grows even faster as you keep running your fingers on his chest, letting you know that he welcomes your touch just as much as you do his.

Hanbin keeps his eyes on your face as he takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. Dragging a kiss on each of your knuckles, he draws a shudder running through your body. “I’ve been waiting for this moment—” he says between each kiss, his eyes growing darker with passion and lust with each passing second and with each kiss he gives you before adding, “—for a long time.”

As if his words aren’t enough to draw a reaction from you, he takes the tip of your finger between his lips, sucking it gently until he can hear the sound of your gasp. The corners of his lips curl up to a smile, and he slowly leans back, giving you some space. Though he doesn’t give you much time to relax when he whispers, “Take off your top for me. Let me see you.”

Sitting up on the bed, your hands are trembling as you slowly pull up the hem of your top. You can feel his eyes on you, watching closely as you carefully, tentatively, peel your top off your skin. Even with your bra still on, your skin grows hot and you feel naked and exposed already once the shirt is gone, tossed away to the side of the bed. Licking your lips, you turn to Hanbin again, catching his eyes flickering down your body. His deep gaze trails down from your chest, lingering briefly on your cleavage before going down to the exposed skin on your torso, then stops at your flimsy shorts.

Before he can say anything, you lift your hips and pull down the offensive item of clothing by the waistband, peeling it down your legs. A faint sound of moan is heard, coming from none other than your boyfriend, and it makes your skin grow tight and hot knowing that you are drawing this kind of reaction from him. You lie back down once you are done, feeling even more exposed under his gaze as he leans closer, hovering right above you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, making your chest expand under his praise. You are surprised to find how good it makes you feel to hear his compliments, and how it draws the heat from your chest down to your pulsing core. But you welcome the delightful feeling that suddenly comes rushing through you. It happens merely for a brief moment, yet you immediately crave to experience it again the moment it fades away.

Hanbin takes this moment to push himself off of the bed and start undoing his pants. His action mesmerises you, drawing you speechless until he returns to your side and snaps you out of it with a whisper, “Come here, let me take a good look at you.”

You look up at him, wondering what he meant by it. But then Hanbin gently wraps his arm around your waist and carefully brings you closer to him.

You react with a squeal, but easily melt into him when he puts his hands on you. He leans over you and starts kissing your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck after. His mouth feels so good on your skin, his warm breath fanning over your delicate neck as he continues trailing kisses around your pulse. He kisses his way down to your shoulder, before going back up to trace his lips on your chin. Your breathing starts growing quicker, and sparks of electricity begin running down your body.

While he is busy making you grow wild with his kisses, he starts rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He does it in a soothing manner to stop you from growing tense beneath him, but that only lasts until his hands make their way to your covered chest.

His hand moves slower once he reaches your thin bra. His fingers are tickling over your flesh, skirting around the curve of your breast. Your chest arches into his hand when his thumb comes up brushing across the lace cups of your bra, starting with an innocent touch that feels so delicate, before it shifts when he grows bolder with his touch and presses down on your covered nipple. Your body shudders, soft gasps escaping your lips when his kisses run lower, grazing across your heaving chest.

He stops just before reaching the top of your mounds and glances up at your face. You can see his eyes darkening right before he plants his lips right over your covered nipple, brushing a kiss from over the lace, the fabric barely does its job to shield you from his hot kisses when heat shoots right through you upon contact. Distracted by the work of his mouth and his alluring gaze, you don’t notice his hand making its way down, not until his fingers graze across the waistband of your panties and he begins toying with it. His touch moves lower, and he doesn’t stop until his fingers find the wet spot that has appeared right at the center.

“Oh, God—” you hiss out loud when he presses down it, consciously giving your folds enough pressure that you can feel his touch reaching deep within you. The sensation peaks when he does it together with the work of his mouth, as he nips and nibbles on your puckered nipple through the thin bra still covering your skin, drawing a few cries out of you.

It feels so good. The sensation fills your brain. But just when you are starting to give in to the pleasure he is giving you, Hanbin stops and pulls away, putting everything to a halt when he looks up at you.

“Can I take these off?” he whispers, but his words take a bit of time to register into your slow mind. The moment you realise what he is asking, you gently push him away and sit up.

“Let me do it,” you breathlessly say to him. Your body is still quivering, but you still manage to peel your undergarments off of your body before coming back down on the bed. But just then, as you are lying down with him almost hovering above you, his perusal gaze running down your naked skin, your self-consciousness returns. Your instinct kicks in, and you immediately cross your arms over your chest and press your legs together to cover yourself as much as you still can.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous, and—”

“Sshh—Don’t be. It’s okay,” Hanbin says, smiling patiently. “I’m nervous about all of this too. It feels like a huge honour that you are asking me to do this with you.”

With his whisper, Hanbin leans in to capture your lips in his. He starts with a slow kiss, yet it feels passionate and delicate at the same time. You part your lips when you feel his tongue slipping out, allowing him to deepen the kiss, taking away your apprehension when the kiss grows heated and your mouths seem to melt with each other into one. His hand reaches down, tenderly grazing on your thigh before he pulls on it, guiding you to part your legs for him. Slipping his other arm around your waist to hold you up against him, the hand that has been gripping at your thigh moves upward, capturing your wrist, and he gently begins pulling your arm away from your chest.

“I can’t look at you if you keep covering yourself,” he whispers against your lips. Pulling back, he brings your hand to his face, his lips pressing down on your palm, then to your wrist, leaving you completely transfixed to his motions and the mix of sensations which he keeps bringing onto your body.

He slides his other arm away from your body and gently captures your other wrist, pulling it away from your body before he repeats his action, kissing your palm and wrist the same way he did the other. His action is so captivating that it takes a while for your slow mind to notice what he is doing. It isn’t until he gently pulls your arms further away from your chest, once your bare chest is exposed to the chill breeze flowing in your bedroom, when you finally realise what he has been doing to you.

“These arms—” he whispers hoarsely as he lowers your arms to your sides, “—stay here. You are free to grab the sheets or the pillows whenever you need to.” Rubbing your forearms, he sets down your hands to rest on the sheets. The gentle way he is tending to you soothes your nerves, only for him to spike them up again when he smirks at you and says, “Better yet, just grab onto me. I wouldn’t mind having your hands all over me.”

The way he says those words draws an audible gasp out of you, while your reaction brings a smug grin to his face. He leans away, pushing himself up to get a better look at you now that you are no longer covering yourself.

Under his gaze, you feel completely exposed—bare to his eyes not only for your naked skin, but also your bare soul. And the feeling intensifies when his dilated eyes are drawn to your naked breasts. As if mesmerised, Hanbin runs his gaze down your body, taking everything in with rapt attention. He waits until you are no longer tense before he finally releases your wrists.  

His gentle hands move down your body, finding your waist first, then proceed to trace his way down. Past your hips, he continues to go down, then carefully slips his palms to cup the underside of your thighs, bringing your legs apart. He does it ever so gently, not rushing while trying to make sure that you are still comfortable with the way he is handling your body. He stops just enough to give him space to shift on the bed and take his position between your legs. Once he is settled nicely over your body, he then runs his hands upward, tracing the inner side of your thighs with a delicate touch that still sends your skin prickling with need.

Your body tenses for a brief moment when his fingers reach up between your legs, and you hold your breath, anticipating his touch right at your tender core. Yet, he simply moves his hand away, reaching around it to return to your waist. You feel yourself relaxing from it, although there is still a hint of disappointment lingering in your chest for not feeling his touch. But that feeling quickly fades the moment you realise that he is still tracing his fingers up your torso, carrying on his journey to make his way up your body while feeling your soft curves with his palms.

He doesn’t stop until the tips of his fingers gently graze across the underside of your breasts. The touch draws an immediate gasp from you, and it surprises you when your body jolts to the touch of his fingers. Never once have you experienced this kind of sensation. It feels different compared to all those times you were touching your own breasts while trying to picture how it would feel to have someone embracing you there. Not even when he would innocently brush his fingers over them through your clothes while you were making out with him, teasing you about it without actually making it happen. And now he is making all of your fantasies come true, and the sensation is way beyond what you had ever imagined, as his hands and fingers set alight the delectable tingles which bring all your senses awake. Your back arches when he continues further, when he tenderly cups your soft flesh with his palms, feeling their weight on them.

Despite the confidence and reassurance that he has been showing you, you keep sensing all the subtle hints that he might just be as nervous as you are at this moment, allowing you to believe his words when you can feel them resonating from him. You could feel it from the first touch, when you felt him trembling, faint shudders coming out of his fingers which faded merely moments after he laid them on your skin. And now, you can feel it again, when he stalls just for a second before he begins kneading, giving tender massages on your soft mounds.

His palms and fingers move around your breasts, working on your body by giving you a gentle caress. Hanbin keeps his eyes on your face the entire time he is doing this. He keeps actively searching for a sign of discomfort, making sure to catch it in case you suddenly want things to stop.

You open your eyes and arch your back once more when his touch becomes bolder, and he takes this as a sign that you are doing okay. Still paying attention to your reactions, he moves one hand to graze the tip of your breast. A shuddering wave rocks through you when he brushes against your nipple. You can feel your nub hardening under his touch, your skin growing tighter, while your blood boils hotter when he continues, repeating the tender movements until you are used to it. He then takes your pebbled nub between his fingers, giving it a few slow strokes and pinching it in between.

Moans after moans keep slipping out of your lips, when each stroke he gives you lights up delightful sparks rushing through your body. Loving how responsive you are, he then moves to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the previous one until the tip grows just as hard as the other. He keeps rolling his fingers around your hardened nipple, then leans down, capturing the other into his mouth.

“Oh—” you react with a gasp. Hearing this, Hanbin immediately stops and looks at your face.

“—okay, baby?” he asks you and stalls for a moment as he waits until you are giving him the green light to continue. His voice sounds breathless, but it is the way his words seem to fade in and fade out through your head which makes you feel unsure if you had indeed heard him whispering them to you.

You take this time to inhale a deep breath, and give yourself a moment to process this new sensation flowing through your body. It felt maddening when the moment his mouth grazed across your nipple and it felt like you were struck with something hot, rushing through your blood which was flowing down south. And the feeling still lingers even as he pulls away. Your nipple is still slightly wet, allowing you to feel the pulses that appear on the tip from your rushing blood, while his lips remain to hover right above it. So close, but not touching, though feeling his warm breath falling on your sensitive bud make it seem like he still has your nipple captured between his lips.

You try to focus to relax, to brush away your nerves until you are no longer fighting against the rush that is coming to life inside you. Once you are ready, you look at him and nod your head, whispering, “I’m okay,” so that he can continue.

You watch with bleary eyes as he once again takes the tip of your breast into his mouth. He starts with a light suck, kissing it briefly before wrapping his lips around it once again. Then his tongue comes licking, lapping, before he goes back to sucking again. He keeps alternating between each ministration while he maintains giving the other breast similar attention, using his fingers as he keeps rolling and pinching on your nipple, giving you a mix of sensations that keeps running wild through your whole body.

Slowly, the pleasure you are feeling from the work of his mouth, tongue, and hands begin to reach its peak. While your mind is muddled by the overload of emotions, your body seems to gain a mind of its own as it begins to move without you realising it.

Your hand comes up to him as he keeps devouring your breast, fingers sinking between the strands of his hair to keep him attached to you. Underneath his weight, your hips start moving, instinctively matching the rhythm of your pulse that comes in a constant wave from your core. The more you are lost in the pleasure, the harder you are grinding your center against his crotch. The stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs feels rough against your bare pussy, making your whole body tremble each time you rub against him.

Hanbin gives your nub a light bite, and your hips jolt upward, sending your folds brushing just a bit harder against his covered hard-on, drawing a cry out of you when you feel how hard he has become. Even while tending to your needs, Hanbin’s need begins to become more evident when he starts rolling his hips in response, grinding his covered cock against your wet core.

He releases you with a grunt just then, when all the rubbing and brushing are starting to affect his body. With a shy grin on his face, he slips his fingers through the waistband of his briefs and begins pushing them down his hips. His hard shaft springs out, pulling your attention to it. Your eyes seem to be drawn to it that you cannot look away, not paying much attention to him as he pushes the briefs all the way down his legs.

The moment he returns to you, Hanbin is completely bare. His cock twitches under your perusal gaze, while your body seems to throb. It starts from deep within your core, as the thought of him burying himself inside you comes flashing into your mind. Then it rushes upward, swirling inside your chest. It builds up your expectation, and in return, something warm is brewing inside. Something similar to a sense of hunger.

It doesn’t take long for you to recognise this feeling as desire, lust, and you choose not to fight it. The feeling isn’t something new or unfamiliar, yet you have never felt it affecting you so strongly before. Never once has it made you feel so wanton with need before the way it does now. Nothing that had felt so carnal you just feel like you are losing control of your own body just by the sight of him, or by the touch of his hands the moment they return to you.

His eyes glint an amused glow when he seems to notice this change in you, and he continues running his hands down your waist, slowly grazing your hips, and then he moves lower. Cupping his palms on the under curves of your bottom, he gently lifts your hips up, just slightly off the bed with your thighs parting further for him, giving him a clear view of your pulsing center and the wet mess that you have created.

“I wish you could take a look at yourself,” he hums as his penetrating gaze lingers on the area between your legs. The way he is staring at you feels so intense that you could almost feel it, like he is touching you without his hands or fingers, and your pussy pulses in response. “Can you feel it? You’ve grown wet down here. I bet you’d feel hot too if I touch you now. You even stained my briefs, and I’m usually the one staining them whenever you rubbed against me,” he murmurs absently while he starts tracing the tips of his fingers up and down your thighs. He stops when he gets too close to your center, yet keeps his fingers hovering just an inch away from the source of your wild throbbing.

“I—yes,” you gasp softly. Even without him touching you directly, the throbbing intensifies further, and you can feel something cold on your skin when you try to move your hips. “I didn’t realise I was making a mess on you,” you add, as you slowly process his words. Your face immediately burns hot as you recall all the time that you spent with him, all the nights making out either on his couch or on your bed, just like this.

Almost like this.

Before, you would still be able to keep your clothes on. The farthest you had ever come was when he pulled you onto his lap, the first time he introduced you to the pleasure of an orgasm with his sinful hands gripping the soft flesh of your bottoms while you were grinding wantonly against his covered cock. The memory from that night has been permanently engraved in your mind. You still remember the mind-blowing pleasure erupting from your body, something that had kept you awake on the long, lonely nights that you spent replaying that moment over and over again inside your head. Right now, as you are lying still beneath him, feeling the same desire brewing inside your body, you nearly fail to resist the urge to rock your hips to ease yourself from it.

Your body has silently been begging to feel his touch, to be relieved from this carnal need you are having. It makes you feel—worried. Not completely sure how to process this new feeling taking over you. Your instinct is telling you to fight it until it goes away, while your curiosity is slowly growing stronger, pushing you to give in and let things happen.

As if Hanbin could read through your mind and hear you questioning yourself, he gently caresses your hips, just when you are beginning to grow tense beneath him in your uncertainty. “It’s okay. Take your time. Take a deep breath,” he says, helping you to relax. So you take a moment to take in everything while trying not to panic when the rush comes back in small waves.

Every doubt quickly fades when Hanbin suddenly moves his fingers. A subtle graze comes across your folds, a brief touch that quickly arouses your senses before he takes it away. “Can I touch you here?” he asks as he once again brings his fingers closer to your center, with just the tip of his thumb teasing your folds. Your hips jolt upward. You are surprised to notice how quickly your body reacts to his touch and how sensitive you are feeling with one subtle brush of his finger.

This wouldn’t be the first time he would be touching you there. But it would be the first time for you to be able to feel his touch directly on your skin. Before tonight, you could only imagine how that would feel like. Because on those previous nights, he could only press down on your cunt from over your shorts or panties, creating a wet spot on your undergarments instead of capturing your wetness from its source.

With not a piece of clothing getting in the way this time, yet another part of your fantasy is coming to reality, and your heart beats faster as you anticipate his touch.

“Yes—” you whisper to him, ready to feel his hands on your heat the way you had always wanted. “Touch me, Hanbin.”

Hearing your plea, he no longer holds himself back. With one hand resting on your waist to keep you still, he moves the other closer to your center. He starts by rubbing his fingers on your folds, up and down, back and forth, slowly inching his way to your slit. Looking down, he drags his tongue across his lips slowly, deeply focusing on the task in hand as he gently spreads your folds, exposing your wet pussy and your swollen clit that suddenly throbs under his hungry gaze.

Hanbin gently presses the tip of his finger at your throbbing entrance, drawing a low, keen moan from you. The sound you are making seems foreign even to your own ears. It makes your skin hot, and your face flushes with embarrassment, though it slowly fades when you look at his face and notice how much he seems to enjoy watching and listening to the way you are responding to him.

He licks his lips and presses a bit harder. This time, your body doesn’t tense as much as it did, and you can start feeling the pleasure that his touch is giving you as you feel him dipping in, stopping right the moment he has the first knuckle of his finger in. Your body seems to welcome him, the unfamiliar feeling of your muscles straining to let him in gives you a slight discomfort for a brief moment, though it quickly fades as he continues. He moves his finger in and out of your pussy, and your body reacts with your muscles straining and loosening around his digit, taking time to adjust until you begin to feel a new sensation building up.

“Is this hurting you, baby?” he asks while keeping his eyes on your face, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. Whatever he sees only makes him seem amused, however, yet he remains patient, waiting until you can find your voice and let him hear your thoughts.

“No, not really. It feels…weird,” you mutter, not completely sure how to explain what you are feeling to him or to describe it with words. You feel no pain nor discomfort, just the unfamiliar sensation building up into a hot, intense rush that keeps on growing the more he continues, going an inch deeper as he strokes his finger back into you.

While you are busy processing the waves rolling up and down your body, Hanbin shifts on the bed a little, and pulls out his finger from your pussy. Before you have the chance to protest, he slides back in, changing the angle just enough to let you feel the rush multiplying into waves of pleasure, growing from small spasms to a series of intense shudders that makes your entire body shake. “Oh, that feels good.”

Hanbin takes your reaction as a cue, and he continues to slide his finger in and out of you, keeping a slow and steady pace until you are finally adjusting to him. Once he senses the change, with your hips slightly lifting to welcome the thrust of his finger and soft moans slipping out of your lips, he pushes his way in, adding another inch to reach deeper. Curling the tip of his finger as he is doing so, he brushes against your sweet spot. The first touch draws a gasping moan out of you, so he knows that he is doing it right. He keeps repeating the motion, over and over, keeping his strokes gentle all the time until you become a quivering mess under the magic that his hand is making. You grow wetter under his touch, as you embrace the pleasure that is slowly rising by rocking your hips, matching his rhythm as you grind your pussy against his hand.

“Hanbin…Hanbin, baby,” you keep chanting his name with a series of gasps and moans slipping in between. You can feel him reaching as deep as he possibly could each time he pushes his way back in, and it is starting to take him a bit longer when he withdraws from you. With each stroke he gives you, the slick sound of his finger going in and out with the help of your arousal starts getting louder and louder, just as it gets easier for him to move.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to you.”

His voice fades in and out, yet you feel it sinking into your head after a brief moment. Slowly, you open your eyes, finding his face lowered just enough to get closer to you. You didn’t even realise that you had your eyes closed shut, a reaction that you made subconsciously at the height of this new sensation that has yet to show any sign of waning down. Your gaze drifts down, and only then do you finally have a closer look at what is doing to you.

His hand pushing and pulling between your parted legs, his finger going in and out of your pussy, getting more and more wet and slick after disappearing for a brief second. But the one thing that you only start to notice now is the way you are steadily moving with him, your hips rocking into his hand, as if having a mind of its own as you move rhythmically to match the movement of his hand.

“Do you see what I’m doing to you?”

Nodding your head, you reach out to grab a hold on him. Your hands find leverage on his upper arm and shoulder as you continue to rock your body onto his hand, embracing the pleasure that he is giving you.

“Tell me with words. Tell me what’s happening.”

Biting your lips, you try to push down the heat rushing onto your face before you can find the right words. “You are—” you gasp when his finger pushes against a spot inside you that causes your body to tremble. “You are fucking me with your fingers.”

Almost instantly, your face flushes with heat. You rarely ever cursed or said these words, yet it feels so right given to this very moment. As if he wants to reward you for it, Hanbin smiles and leans in to press his lips on your temple. His gentle kiss distracts you from his other hand that reaches down, grabbing gently on your wrist to guide your hand down between your bodies.

“Touch me, baby,” he whispers with a hoarse voice, his chest trembles under your palm while he moves the other all the way down. The tips of your fingers brush against his rigid shaft, drawing a gasp out of your lips when you realise what he wants.

“Okay, baby?” he tentatively asks you, only for you to nod. It brings a smile to his face, and you drift your gaze lower, watching as he helps you wrap your dainty fingers around his girth. He feels warm and sturdy against your skin. A few subtle pulses appear from the length of his cock just as you touch him. You can even feel him twitch under your touch, and as if it is even possible, he seems to grow even harder and bigger between your palm.

“You’re so hard,” you whisper to him before you can stop yourself, causing him to chuckle a little.

“Because you’re touching me,” he whispers back with a groan. Placing his hand above yours, he gently starts guiding you to move your hand, sliding it back and forth on his length to give him a light stroke. “Do it gently. Like this,” he says, and you follow suit, doing just as he is showing you. You feel him twitching in your hand again as you go back and forth, up and down his length, until he quivers a little and a soft groan is drawn out of him. “That’s it. That feels good. Keep on going, baby.”

As you continue stroking him, keeping the pace steady, he gently withdraws his finger out of you. You look down to watch him pull out, and softly sigh as he adds another finger on his way back in. “Oh…oh, God,” you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out further, and at the way your body reacts to the delightful sensation that you are still quite unfamiliar with yet definitely welcome.

The sweet pleasure runs rapidly through you. Some parts of you begin to pulse, pacing at the same rhythm as his touches. Your inner walls are clenching around him each time he draws his fingers inside you, while the tips send your body rocking with a maddening wave of bliss as he curls them to rub against your walls.

Right at the same time you are savouring your pleasure, Hanbin starts giving in to his own. You look up at him as he rocks his hips, thrusting his cock into your hand while you continue stroking him. His eyes are partly closed, while his jaw has grown slack. The sound of his breathing is mixed with a few soft moans. You take in everything, refusing to close your eyes to see what you are doing to him. Knowing that you are the one drawing these reactions out of him helps make you grow more confident.

Strangely enough, your body also grows hotter seeing him like this.

“I want to put my lips—” he says between each stroke he is giving you, pressing hard into your pussy as he breathes out, “—right here.” You gasp as you imagine him crawling down, his lips pressing on your nether lips to give it a kiss, and his tongue—which makes an appearance as he slides it across his lips—would be tasting you, pressing into your slit and moving the same way he is rubbing his thumb across your clit. Your body shakes more intensely, and you instinctively begin to rock your hips harder, faster, hoping that his touch would help snap off the knot that keeps tightening in your core.

“I want to taste you. But I’ll save it up for next time,” he groans softly. “Right now, I want to look at your face when you cum around my fingers.”

And just like that, the tight knot that you have been feeling in your core snaps. With a single thrust of his fingers inside you, a firm press of his thumb on your clit, and you come into a shuddering climax. You cry out his name as it comes through you like a wave, your entire body keeps vibrating with intense pleasure as it strikes you again and again.

Everything feels like such a blur while you are lost in the sea of bliss, that it feels like an eternity lasts while your body is jerking and spasming as you are consumed by the pleasure. Though you can still Hanbin’s presence, as he helps you ride out your high with his fingers moving slower, much slower, before he eventually comes to a halt and gently pulls out of you. His kiss on the delicate skin of your neck draws you back in, helping you to gradually start coming back to the present.

Yet the fog only fades when his grip on your hand tightens. You open your eyes, realising that in the height of your pleasure, you haven’t lost your steady hold on his hard-on. Your hand, the one that wasn’t holding on tightly to his arm, is still wrapped around his cock. The fact that you hadn’t been so lost in your bliss to squeeze around him too hard is beyond you, but you managed, and you instinctively start loosening your hold around him, only for him to stop you from making it happen.

You are unable to because he still has one hand wrapped around yours. And that same hand is still guiding you to move, even if you have been stroking him at an unsteady pace. Gathering your bearing just enough to command your body, you try to control your pace, finding a steady rhythm that would help make him feel the same pleasure as the one he gave you.

And it doesn’t take long for you to get what you want.

You continue to stroke his cock, his breath and his moans growing louder and more rapid once you repeat the ministrations at a steady pace. Not too fast, and definitely not too slow. And you are no longer gripping him too tightly, just enough to make him feel the clamp of your touch keeping a possessive hold around his pulsing cock. You keep stroking until his moans turn to whimpers, until the movement of his hand starts losing its vigour and he starts letting you set up the pace.

Soon, there is a twitch pressing against your palm, a sign that he is close. His hips shudder as it happens, and Hanbin quickly captures your wrist, stopping you from going further. His hot blood continues to pulse under your palm when everything comes to a halt, and Hanbin opens his eyes, smiling at you when he says, “That felt so good I almost came.” He starts chuckling, sighing deeply when he admits, “I don’t want it to end so soon. If I have to cum, I want it to happen while I’m buried deep inside you.”

He pulls your hand away and entwines his fingers with yours as he lowers himself. You can smell his arousal in the air, mixing together with the sweet scent coming from your body. You can feel his rapid heartbeat when his chest comes pressing against yours. Even the trembles that you caused on him are still there when you press one palm over his shoulders, though you can also feel your own trembles when his thigh comes nudging against yours, parting your legs further for him.

He then takes your attention away from everything with one lingering kiss. He kisses you on your lips, your chin, your neck, moving unhurriedly before returning to your lips with more vigour, his kiss grows so intense he completely swallows the sound of your moans.

He kisses you for a moment longer, then pulls away to reach out to the box of condoms on his nightstand. Watching this, your heartbeat begins racing.

It’s happening, you silently wonder as you watch him move.

Hanbin’s hand trembles a little as he rips the box open. The same box that you had bought on an instinct, hours before things had even begun to escalate into this very moment. He returns to you with a piece of the condom between his fingers. His gaze finds yours as he rips it open, and your hand flies up to stop him from pulling it out.

He frowns, suddenly looking doubtful. But that look is gone when you whisper to him, “Let me put it on you. I already told you that I want to learn everything.”

With a sigh of relief, Hanbin allows you to take over. His hand comes down together with yours to guide you through it, and you watch amusedly how his body quivers as you roll it down his length. His words fade into a groan when he feels your fingers on him, as if your action only turns him on even more. Again, this gives you more confidence, enough to get you to run your fingers teasingly along the entirety of his length once you are done.

Once the condom is on, you lie back down, bracing yourself and opening your legs wide for him. Your eyes are wide open as you wait for him to continue. Hanbin leans in, kissing your temple gently while slowly sliding in to take his place right between your legs. The moment he crawls on top of you, a wave of fear washes over you as reality sinks in so suddenly.

He must have seen it, because a warm smile comes to his face and he takes your hand in his. He takes a moment to kiss your knuckles, before brushing a thumb across your cheek. “You have to tell me if this is truly what you want. We can stop now if you think we’re going too far,” he whispers, and you quickly nod your head.

“I do. I still want this,” you breathe out. “I want you. I want to try and do everything with you. I’m not going back down now.”

With a proud smile, Hanbin covers your body with his. His lips return to your skin, finding your lips briefly then down to your neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his hard shaft is teasing you so mercilessly as it is laid between you, pressing against your mounds. He makes a low, rumbling groan when you subtly rock your hips against him, brushing at his length.

He is almost breathless when he breaks the kiss and pulls away, but the desire in his eyes comes out so strongly that you easily get lost in it, and you nearly miss it when he settles down in his position against your center. He takes his rigid shaft in his hand and presses the tip to your petals. You look down, noticing your glistening folds spreading around his crown, but he makes no move to push forward. With a brush of his thumb across your cheek, Hanbin calls for your attention so he could ask you one last time,

“This is it. Are you ready?”

Overwhelmed with nerves, you can only nod your head to answer. But he isn’t having it and asks again, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you finally answer him with a soft whisper.

In return, Hanbin presses one hand on your hips, holding you down while he reaches down to wrap his cock with his other hand to guide himself to your center. The next thing you feel is a nudge as he aligns himself at the entrance of your pussy, the thick head of his cock pressing in, and your heart starts galloping in your chest. As if he can sense your body growing tense, he looks deep into your eyes and whispers, “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

You look up at him as you sigh, giving him a smile. “I know you will.”

He presses the head of his cock against your pussy lips again, giving it more pressure. This time, your body no longer tenses upon contact. He also makes it easier for you to adjust to him by rubbing his cock against your slit, going back and forth with a couple of slow strokes, gathering your arousal while making your body shudder with his steady rocking. Soon, your body relaxes, and the shudders you are experiencing begin to draw soft moans coming out of your lips. And he knows right then that you are ready.

"Here we go, baby,” he says with a soft groan, and pushes the head of his cock into your tight virgin pussy.

“Ah—” you scream out when a sting of pain shoots right through you, causing you to take a sharp inhale of breath.

You had expected that it would hurt. Yet, instead of feeling as if you are being ripped into two the way you had imagined it would, the sting only comes in for a brief moment before it slowly begins to fade along with the pulses from your rushing blood. The pain feels sharp and hot that you can feel it rushing all the way down to your toes, your legs become tense because of it. Your body becomes still, while your mind seems to take a while to take in all this new sensation overwhelming you—the subsiding pain, the spasms building up inside you that are pressing around him, his presence that makes you feel so full.

Hanbin doesn’t move, giving you time to adjust to him while he waits to make sure that you are no longer in pain. He leans down and starts kissing the column of your throat, the side of your neck, pressing his lips against your pulse to help you relax. You can feel the pulses between your legs shift from pain into pleasure, your muscles beginning to welcome him instead of fighting his presence, and you begin to slightly lift your hips, rocking in small increments as your silent plea for him to start moving.

This time, his body reacts first. He quivers on top of you and subtly gasps, but he is quick to gather himself and pulls away. You open your eyes, looking up to his face to see the look of love and adoration coming out of his eyes. It warms your heart so much that it adds to the sensation when he slowly begins to move. He pushes inside a little more, gently stretching you out until he feels your muscles growing too tight for him to continue and pulls back, just enough for him to leave the head of his cock inside you.  

While you dread the thought of him pulling out of you, the delightful feeling of his girth sliding and pressing against your pussy walls is distracting you enough to stop you from protesting, and so does the sight of his chest and arms flexing as he moves above you. Hanbin seems to be affected by the pulses enveloping him as well, when he moves with a low, deep groan coming out of his lips. He waits for another pulse to subside and pushes his way back in, pushing deeper this time before sliding back out. He repeats it a few more times, moving in small increments until your muscles are no longer clamping around him, allowing him to move much easier.

Soon, he begins thrusting and sliding his hard shaft in and out of you at a steady pace. With each stroke, each deep thrust he gives you, the pleasure comes in waves, rising rapidly just as he begins to push harder.

“Ohhh…fuck!” he curses under his breath, his mouth falling open. In your eyes, he appears like a whole new man overcome with lust as he rocks his hips, pumping his cock inside you faster once he gives in to his desire.

“Oh, Hanbin,” you moan loudly when he hits the right spot. You just cannot help it when your body rocks back to welcome him. The feeling of him filling you up so completely, how he keeps bottoming out at your utmost depth as he thrusts inside you is overwhelming, but you take it all, spreading your legs wider to allow him to move freely over you.

He keeps repeating the motion, delving in deep and spearing you beneath him. Low grunts keep escaping his lips with how much pleasure he is feeling from being buried inside you, while your own voice comes out almost breathless, the silent cries of pleasure you are making fading beneath the constant sounds of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking beneath your weight, and the force of his lovemaking that keeps rocking you to a new height.

You force yourself to keep your eyes open, taking it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment of your first lovemaking. This moment feels magical, but nothing defeats the beautiful sight of your lover embracing this moment together with you. How his eyes are locked on yours the entire time he is pounding into you, how his soft cries keep escaping between his ragged breath, and how his body moves so fluently, mesmerising you while he is doing all the sinful things to your body.

You can feel him throbbing within you, just as intensely as the throbs that are formed within your pussy walls. There is so much desire written on his face while his cock seems to respond to your body. He gives one hard thrust, and you feel your muscles quivering, the familiar spasms of your impending climax coming to wake.

The tempo of your tryst continues to build up, and you almost believe that you can feel him bulging inside you and growing thicker, stretching your walls further around his width. It feels amazing, completely maddening, even, when the pleasure just keeps rising, and rising, until you feel like you have nowhere else to go from here.

“Hanbin, baby…I’m close—” you whimper to him just when your pussy walls clamp around him, your stomach coiling tightly with the need for release.

“I…so do I, baby. You feel so damn good,” he gasps, nearly growling as he speaks. He forces his head down to press his lips on yours again as he starts to cause your body to shake with his pumping hips and cock. His lips brush against yours in a sweet way while his body burns hot with lust. Then he growls to your ear, whispering in an almost commanding way which immediately sets you off, “Let go for me, baby. Cum around my cock. Come with me.”

He picks up his speed, fucking you harder and faster. A jolt of pleasure shoots straight through you, but it isn’t enough. While he continues to rock his hips, you reach down between your bodies to find the little bud that he was teasing earlier to make you come. The sensitive flesh is still vibrating with need, sparks start going through your entire body the moment you touch yourself.

But Hanbin isn’t having it, refusing to let you please yourself when he wants to be the one to give it to you. He reaches down and pulls your hand away, replacing it with his fingers instead. His thumb comes pressing on your clit, circling it better than you ever could. Your body arches as he touches you so expertly, his thumb gliding over your clit, pinching on it, making you cry out his name in your carnal pleasure.

The rush of your climax grows stronger, and you simply let go of your inhibitions. Immediately your mind goes blank, leaving no room for others but the intense pleasure ripping through your body as you fall into your blinding orgasm. Your climax sends him falling to his own, his face contorting as he embraces his release. He gives you his one final thrust, pushing into you so deep until you are screaming loudly once again when you feel like your whole world is shaken with its force. He holds you there as he makes you take his entire length as it throbs and pumps into you.

“Hanbin!” you cry out again when a smaller spasm of your climax washes through you. You welcome it by grinding against him wildly while being pinned beneath him, and he bucks into you, his cock pulsing against your walls as he spurts every drop of his release into the condom, though you can still feel the heat of it filling your insides.

Silence falls soon after, once everything comes to a halt. There is nothing left but the sounds of your ragged breathing and your pounding heartbeat. A thin layer of sweat appears between your bodies, while you feel like something is pooling underneath, something slipping out of your throbbing cunt.

It seems that the two of you have become a complete mess as you found your climaxes together. Completely sated and drained, neither of you makes any move to let go of the other, still embraced in each other’s arms while his shaft is still buried inside you.

The silence seems to last long, until he finally opens his eyes, his gentle gaze looking back at you when he smiles. Hanbin bends over you, exhaling a deep breath before giving you a slow kiss on your lips.

Keeping you distracted by it, he gently pulls out of you. The sting of pain that was left forgotten during your heated lovemaking makes its return as he slides against it, drawing a shocked gasp from you. But the sting doesn’t last, as the remnants of your climax pulses around him, your pussy still vibrating with the shadows of your pleasure to help you relax.

It takes a while for him to discard the soiled condom, and you make use of the moment of silence to gather your bearings. A touch of a warm cloth appears when he returns, and you open your eyes to see him gently tending to you, cleaning you up before wiping himself clean. You were so distracted with the waning pleasure and pain that you didn’t even notice what he was doing, but it feels so nice to be taken care of the way he is doing it to you, and you enjoy seeing him so focused on it he barely pays attention to you watching him.

Hanbin throws the cloth away once he is done with it and searches through your face upon returning to you, as if he is worried that the regret will begin to sink in. But you reach up to him, pulling him down to you so you can kiss his lips. Sighing into the kiss, Hanbin is overcome with relief, and immediately reciprocates by kissing you deeply, passionately, enough to steal your breath away yet again just when you had just managed to control it.

“Are you feeling okay? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” he begins asking you nonstop once the kiss stops, his concern is written all over his face, and you reach up to cup and stroke his cheek.

“I’m fine. I feel so good, actually. So good,” you answer him with a deep sigh, relishing on the final spasms fluttering in your core. “I’m glad I did it with you. You kept your promise on making it good for me. Thank you.”

Hearing this, Hanbin gives you a shy grin, the same grin that would always make you swoon. The wild lustful man that had taken complete control of your body is gone now, replaced by the shy and gentle young man that you have come to love so much.

“No regret, then?”

You shake your head. “None, whatsoever. And you were amazing too.”

His adorable grin widens at your compliment. “No, you were amazing,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose, while you are once again pleased with his praise. A spark of mirth appears in his gaze as he looks at you then, giving you a thrill even before he makes his promise, “And this is just the beginning.”

Your heart flutters. “Promise?”

Hanbin gives you a soft chuckle. “I always keep my word,” he whispers deeply, and you don’t really have to question him twice to know that he is definitely going to keep his word in the near future.

You part your lips to say something else. Yet instead of words, a long yawn is the only thing that you can give him.

“Tired?” he chuckles, while you can only nod to him, your mind and body grow weary as if you had just gotten all of your energy sucked out of you. “That’s fine. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

As he takes you in his arms, your eyes flutter shut, and you sigh heavily as you take it all in. Feeling sated, you fall deeper into the dreamlike state you have been in. You breathe in the scent of sex mingling in the air one last time, and allow yourself to be wrapped in his warmth with his hard naked body pressing against you.

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Summary: Sometimes, it’s for the best, 

Work!AU | KHH M.List | Word count: 2.4K

Boss Christian Yu x Writer Reader - angst, old feelings, exes, new love vs old love, drama(?)

After slamming your laptop shut for the umpteenth time, you groaned in irritation and took the last sip of your wine.

Your dream job was to write articles for a magazine, specifically inspiring stories about everyday life situations. You disliked writing about new cafes and hotspots to visit in Seoul, South Korea on a hot summer day. Your boss, Christian Yu, was someone you despised.

You let out a sigh as you leaned back on your couch, feeling exhausted from working for long hours and staring at a bright screen. Despite the fatigue, you were able to enjoy the peacefulness of your apartment which was quietly enveloped by the sound of light rain tapping against the tall windows that offered a view of the brightly lit city at night. The cityscape was a sight to behold, with buildings and cars stretching out as far as the eye could see, and you found it captivating.

It felt surreal.

You struggled with the idea of writing this article for a while, but now, as it is almost 3 am, you just want to finish it and move on, without having to worry about it anymore.

You worked tirelessly on your article all night, only the clicking of your keyboard keeping you company. As the sky began to lighten just before 5 am, you finally completed your 12th and hopefully final draft. After sending it to your boss, you collapsed into your bed, exhausted.

—>

“Wow, you look like shit.”

“Shut up, Dabin,” you scowled while you pointed a pen at him, almost as if threatening to hurt him if he said another word. “I was up late working on an article.”

“Again?”

As you nodded your head, a yawn escaped your lips, but Dabin didn't seem too impressed. He was aware of your writing skills, and he knew that Ian, his best friend, also recognized your talent. Despite this, Ian never allowed you to demonstrate your best writing abilities.

It annoyed him.

“Do you want me to speak to...“

“No,” you cut him off knowing exactly what he was going to ask. It was his favourite question. “It’s fine.”

Dabin suspiciously leaned over you, face a lot closer than you were comfortable with, and stared into your eyes as if they had a different answer to the one you’d given him.

It made you laugh.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you genuinely smiled as you pushed his face away from yours.

The two of you discussed where to go for lunch and what you were in the mood for, which varied daily.

“Y/N, can I see you in my office?”

The sudden voice behind you caused you to drop the smile on your face. You quickly locked eyes with Dabin before shifting to see your boss standing behind you.

Ian didn't give you time to respond to his question since he was already on his way back to his office. His strides were long and swift as you hurriedly followed behind.

A sigh escaped your lips as you thought about all the terrible things he might say about the draft you sent just a few hours ago.

Christian's office exuded a sense of sophistication and elegance with its predominantly black theme. The black furniture and décor complemented the black walls, creating a sleek and modern atmosphere. The aesthetic aligned perfectly with Christian's personal style, which is characterized by his sharp black suits, crisp white shirts, and multiple decorated tattoos. Overall, the office was a reflection of Christian's impeccable taste and attention to detail.

There’s no denying that he was a handsome man. 

“Do you enjoy working here?”

His voice was firm and almost intimidating, but it was nothing that you weren't accustomed to.

“Ye—“

“Answer me honestly,” he interrupted.

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as he once again failed to listen.

It was annoying. 

You gazed out of the window, avoiding eye contact as the rain poured heavily over the city. It was ironic that you had just written an article on what to do on a hot summer day.

“Y/N—“

"Ian," you sighed, interrupting him as he had interrupted you earlier. "I don't hate working here, and I want you to know that. I genuinely enjoy the people and the work that I do. But it feels like you never give me a fair chance to show you how good I am, or how much I love being here."

As you stood up, your eyes met Christian's dark and mysterious ones. You never really understood him, as he always kept his distance. Even when you were dating, he never let you get too close.

His eyes reminded you of the heartbreak you felt when he told you he needed to focus on work and being a boss. There was no sadness or remorse in his expression. He was emotionless.

You subconsciously took a step back as he took one towards you, both caught off guard. You were afraid of falling for him again, especially after the pain he had caused you.

“I think maybe I should find another company to write for.”

“No.”

“Ian—“

“Y/N,” his voice was stern. Cold. “I said no.”

A deep chuckle reverberated in his office. You stepped back and crossed your arms, "It's not up to you. I can do what I want."

He knew you were right, but he didn't want you to leave. He had already given you up once.

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"Will you stay if I let you write your own story?" he asked, trying to offer a bribe.

"Why?" you questioned him, catching him off guard. He had hoped that you would just say yes and leave it at that.

There was an uncomfortable silence as he stood his ground, looking at you intently, but he didn't offer an explanation.

He was being stubborn.

After a while, you looked away from him and said, "I'll stay. See you around, Mr. Yu."

Christian watched as you left his office. He let you walk away.

Again.

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It was another late night in the office. Ian had finally given you the green light to write your own story - something exciting, new, and inspiring. However, you were struggling to come up with an idea. You didn't have any unique experiences to discuss, except for your own heartache and the pain you had gone through, along with the emotions you had felt.

It had been more than a year since Ian had broken up with you. Now, you were in a much better place emotionally, and seeing him around the office didn't hurt as much as it did when the wound was still fresh.

Your experience of getting over a breakup could serve as a source of inspiration for many individuals out there who may be going through the same thing. You could write about how you coped with the situation and be honest in your narrative. The idea is to make your readers relate to you and feel that they are not alone in the world and that going through a breakup is a common experience that everyone faces at least once in their lifetime.

As you were lost in thought, a voice interrupted you, asking "How are you getting on?"

You glanced up to see Dabin holding a box of fried chicken and a pack of four beers. You couldn't help but smile as your stomach growled in hunger. You were grateful for your best friend's arrival.

"Thank god for you," you exclaimed, feeling much better now. "I'm starving."

The two of you were quick to get settled into the couches in the staff room; away from computers and cubicles and depressing grey walls.

"This is delicious," you moaned as you took another bite.

Dabin laughed in return, "I'm glad I can help during times like this."

Dabin was a really good friend.

"So, how's your writing coming along?" He asked.

"Fine."

Nodding his head, he asked, "what's it about?"

You took a sip of your drink before turning to face Dabin. It was obvious what he was doing.

"You can let Ian know the article's content will be revealed in my final draft, okay?"

"How did you know I was asking for him?"

You lay back on the couch, sighing as your eyes stared at the plain white ceiling. Dabin followed suit, resting his shoulder neatly against yours.

It was quiet.

There was nobody else in the building except for the two of you. Normally, nobody stayed back late. However, you enjoyed staying late because of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere. The lights would turn off automatically on a timer, leaving you with a breath-taking view of Seoul from above.

Being on the top floor definitely had its perks.

"He didn't want to end things with you, but he had no choice. He misses you," Dabin finally spoke.

You avoided eye contact and stated, "Everyone has a choice."

You were in a three-year relationship with Ian before he broke up with you. As time went on, your love for him grew stronger and you were convinced that he was the one.

But no.

On a frigid winter night, he arrived at your doorstep and broke up with you. Declaring that his work was his priority and that he wanted to become a boss his father could be proud of.

So, he married his job instead.

It was a horrible experience that left you feeling utterly shattered. A heavy weight seemed to sit on your chest, and no matter what you did, you couldn't shake off the feeling. You cried yourself to sleep that night, and dealing with the aftermath was so difficult that you had to take a month off work. Seeing him again was too much to bear after feeling so broken.

"I thought he was the one, Dabin," you expressed. "But after he broke up with me, I realized that I didn't really know him. He never let me get close to him, and he never opened up to me. I was blindly in love."

Dabin looked at you with sad eyes; it was the first time you had openly talked about your breakup.

->

Saturdays were your favourite day of the week. You could sleep in as long as your stomach allowed before getting too hungry. You didn't have anything on your to-do list. It was a day just for you to relax, unwind, and not think about anything or anyone for that matter.

However, on this particular Saturday, instead of being awakened by hunger, you were awakened by the doorbell.

You were confused as to who was turning up at your apartment this early on a Saturday. You quickly got out of bed, grabbed your slippers and dressing gown and headed to the door.

You didn't think to look through the peephole before opening the door.

"Hey."

His voice was deep.

"What are you doing here?" You blurted out before thinking.

Ian.

He ran his hand through his hair.

Then sighed. Deeply.

"Can we talk?"

You stared at him, completely gobsmacked. What the hell was he doing here?

"Ian, please go home," you declared, your voice quavering. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

He didn't allow you to close the door as he barged in and let it slam shut behind him.

"Please," he begged.

You witnessed an unusual display of emotion in his gaze, something completely foreign to you in all the time you'd known him.

This was new, and you were in shock. It was so unlike him to do this.

"There's nothing to talk about," you declared, finally breaking the silence.

Ian sighed again, except this time, he sounded annoyed, "just give me five minutes of your time. Please."

Upon not wanting to argue, you silently nodded and sat on your couch, wondering what he wanted to discuss.

"Dabin spoke to me," he began. "He told me about how I made you feel."

"Okay? And?"

"Do you hate me?"

You scoffed. Was he serious? This is what he wanted to ask you?

"No, Ian. I don't hate you," you said honestly. "But I don't like you either."

He rolled his eyes, and you smiled smugly.

"Ian, please get to the point," you stated, your annoyance palpable. He was ruining your favourite day of the week.

"If I proposed, would you have married me?" Ian asked as he sat next to you on the couch.

The shock in your eyes didn't go unnoticed.

You let out a nervous chuckle and moved away from him. He was sitting too close to you, which made you feel uneasy. It had been a year since the two of you had been this close to each other, and you didn't like it.

"Ian, we're not a good match-"

"But would you have said yes?"

As you felt your heart beating harder against your chest, you began to feel nauseous and the sensation of wanting to throw up arose.

Why was he asking you this all of a sudden?

"Y/N, would you have said-"

"Shut up!" you snapped, taking a few steps back as you stood up. "You always have to have your own way, win arguments- even need to get the last word in. God forbid anyone says anything to you."

You were pacing the room, but he was listening for once.

He was actually listening.

"We were together for three years, I loved you unconditionally and fell more in love with you every day. It wasn't until you broke up with me that I realised I'd been dating a fucking rock."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry" he apologised as he stood up.

"Save it," you sighed.

His eyes searched yours, seeking answers, searching for any sign of love.

"I would have said yes. Of course, I would've" you told him honestly. His lips curved into a smile, but faltered when you added, "but not now."

He didn't say anything except, 'sorry' before leaving, making sure to slam the door shut behind him. Except this time, he was the one who was walking away and you were the one who let him.

That night you decided to quit your job, there was no way that it was healthy for either of you to go on like this.

He didn't question it this time or stop you, he didn't even look at you. Your words had hurt him just like he'd hurt you. This wasn't what you wanted, but realistically what else could you do?

It just wasn't written in pages for you two to be together.

And maybe, that was okay.

->

A/N Pls go easy on me with this, its my first time writing since being on my long ass hiatus, but I hope you still enjoyed <3 xoxo

[yawnzzznnn]

A collection of a few of my favorite pics of Ash Island

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Sweet Silence

Summary: Dabin makes a bet with his friends without thinking about the consequences and gets into trouble.

Or boys will be boys, Ugh.

Bet!AU | M.List | Word Count: 1.6k

DPR Live x Reader: Angst, fluff, miscommunication, your friends with other khh artists. drama. arguments, men are dumb!

A/N sorry, it's on the shorter side but please enjoy!

How it started;

"If you accept this bet, y/n might not speak to you ever again."

Dabin rolled his eyes.

"He knew you better than anyone, and he believed that you wouldn't break up with him over a bet. Especially since he would explain everything in detail once the bet was over and he had won, proving those guys wrong.

“Okay, you have three days to complete this whole game, so that means no sleeping and no texting your girlfriend,” Ian smirked as he explained the rules to Dabin. “We’ll come into your flat to make sure you’re fed and hydrated, so you don’t die.”

Your boyfriend had a smile on his face, feeling thrilled at the idea of proving his friends wrong and winning the bet. However, he got too caught up in the excitement and forgot to inform you beforehand that he would be gone for three days while the dare was taking place.

“Bring it on, guys!”

He didn’t think that the outcome, in the end, would be so… terrifying. 

How it went; 

“You know what’s weird?” you said as you grabbed a drink out of your fridge. “I haven’t heard from Dabin since last night.” 

Hoody sat comfortably on the floor, intently flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine. Meanwhile, Sohee carefully painted her nails with a deep and rich shade of red.

“He’s probably just hanging out with the guys,” one of them answered. 

The other simply hummed in agreement. 

"Oh, that's a nice colour," you complimented Sohee before sitting next to her on the couch, being careful not to disturb her. "You're probably right, but, weirdly, he's taking so long to text me." 

Hoody closed her magazine over, before grabbing her drink off the coffee table, “you know what you need?” She suggested after taking a sip. “A girls night with us! We can invite Lee Hi and DeVita too.” 

You let out a sigh, the idea did sound like fun. It had been a while since you all hung out together and had a good time. Besides, maybe Dabin needed a break with his friends, just like you needed one with yours.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Let’s do it, but we’re staying in.”

Sohee laughed as she closed the nail polish bottle, “we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The evening was a relaxing and enjoyable one, filled with laughter, good company, and indulgences like wine, face masks, and friendly chatter about relationships. We rearranged the furniture to create a cosy space on the floor, where we could lounge on blankets and pillows and fully unwind.

The thought of your boyfriend not messaging you all day, even after you texted him to ask how he was, was unsettling. It was unlike him to go this long without responding, even when he was with his friends. It just didn't make sense to you.

Was he mad at you? Did you do something wrong? 

A sigh escaped your lips as you finished your drink. Hoody was the only one who stayed after everyone went home. It had been a lovely night, full of laughter and endless fun, but now you were getting annoyed.

You sent another text.

An hour later, still no response.

It was almost 3 am and Hoody was sitting on the couch, scrolling through channels, hoping to find something interesting to watch on TV. As time passed, you seemed to become more and more irritated, letting out a sigh which Hoody took as a sign to turn off the TV and encourage you to go to bed.

While watching Hoody remove her makeup, you asked, "Do you think he's breaking up with me?" as you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“That boy is completely in love with you,” she scolded, looking at you through the mirror. “Don’t be stupid.”

You laughed at the scowl on her face, “Sorry, it’s just unlike him, you know?”

She nodded. “If he doesn’t text or call you tomorrow, you can be as angry as you want, and I’ll be just as angry with you. Deal?”

“Deal!”

->

After Dabin failed to message or call the next day, you and Hoody sulked and complained about inconsiderate men. She was just as angry as you, she’d promised she would be the night before, you were so thankful for having a friend like her. 

“How can you go two days without messaging the love of your life?” She shouted, throwing popcorn at the TV as the protagonists kissed in the rain. “I’m so pissed off right now.”

You laughed at her sudden outburst, “It’s okay, I've decided to give him the silent treatment until he apologises.”

Hoody seemed to like your idea, and let you know she was only a call away if you needed her before she left as she had work the next day. 

Now, it was just you and your thoughts. 

The day had passed by quickly, as it always did when you were hanging out with your friends. However, now you’d found yourself unsure of what to do. You couldn't even talk to Dabin, as he wasn't talking to you in the first place. Besides, you didn't want to speak to him until he apologised. 

A sigh parted your lips as you stared at the multiple messages you’d sent the night before, how annoying, you thought. 

You started typing out a message, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard as you let your thoughts pour out, you wanted him to know how he made you feel and what you were going to do about it before muting his messages and tossing your phone to the side. 

On the other hand:

Dabin was clueless about the impact of his actions on your feelings. He was engrossed in his video games and consuming the food that his buddies had brought for him. He convinced himself that he only had to endure one more day, and then he would see you and clarify how he had won the bet.

However, the happiness he had been feeling vanished as quickly as it had come when he saw your recent message. The message read, 'I'm not sure why you're not talking to me, but I know I haven't done anything wrong to deserve this. If this is your way of breaking up with me, then so be it. But at least say something instead of going cold.'

As he tried to call you, the call went straight through to voicemail, and his heart fell through his stomach. You thought he was breaking up with you, and he was now panicking. He couldn't bear the thought of never speaking to you again, and he realised that Ian was right.

This bet was not a good idea. 

He moved quickly, leaving a mess behind as he shoved his shoes on and grabbed his keys to make his way over to your place. The bet wasn't worth winning if it meant losing you. This whole situation was stupid to begin with. 

He arrived at your apartment just before midnight, panting heavily as he knocked on the door, praying for you to answer.

When you opened the door, you appeared annoyed. Your expression grew even more irritated when you saw him standing there. He watched as you crossed your arms and visibly became smaller under your glare.

“What do you want?” You argued. 

He quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him, saying, "I'm here to apologise. It's not what you think."

You stepped back as he tried to reach out to you. "What is it then?" you asked.

“It was a stupid bet–”

"Excuse me, what?!" you interrupted, feeling angrier. 

"It was Ian's idea. He provoked me by saying that I couldn't go three days without texting you or sleeping, and I wanted to prove him wrong," he rambled. "I know it was stupid, and I'm so sorry for putting you through this."

"I can't believe this! Did you really put me through all of this emotional turmoil just for a bet?" You unfolded your arms and settled your hands on your hips, staring at your partner in disbelief. You let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto the couch, feeling defeated. "I honestly thought you were going to break up with me."

Dabin knelt in front of you, taking your hands into his. He kissed the back of each hand and gazed deeply into your eyes. "I am so sorry for what I did," he spoke in a soft tone. "But I promise you, I'm not breaking up with you. Ever! I want to marry you one day. I'm so in love with you."

He could tell you were still upset with him, but the faint smile appearing on your lips told him that the two of you were going to be okay.

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do,” you told him to which he nodded in agreement. “Also, Ian is in a lot, and I mean, a lot of trouble.” 

Dabin laughed at the mischievous grin on your face before jumping onto the couch next to you and pulling you into his arms, “god, I missed you.”

How it ended:

“So, you failed,” Ian smirked.

Dabin shrugged as you walked into the room where he and Ian were sitting, then smiled at you.

“Ian, you are in a lot of trouble,” you said, watching the smirk fall off his lips. “I’m not sure why you’re sitting there so smugly.”

Ian appeared visibly frightened as he contemplated the severity of his situation.

Let's just say your friends had a lot to say.

[justlissy]

Holly the cupid

genre: fluff

artist: pH-1

a/n: hello there! I don’t know if this will be read but if you do read thank you! I would like to keep writing for my khh fellas so please let me know if I should keep writing or not 🦀

Also if you have any requests please send them through!

'Holy come here', whispered Harry in vain as the cute puppy made its way to you. Holly hopped on your lap during your photoshop making you grin.

'Yes perfect!' complimented the photographer as she snapped multiple pictures, taking advantage of the fact that Holly was posing ever snap she heard.

Harry froze not knowing what to do, he wanted to go to you and bring Holly back but he could only focus on you. From your round brown eyes to your curly hair, to the dimples that appeared every time you would smile. How could someone be so… beautiful? Before he even realised he was smiling at the sight of his cute puppy playing with a cute girl.

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

‘Harry!’ Woodie shouted, getting Harry’s attention and he saw the others waving at him waiting to start the shoot.

‘𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.’ Harry thought. He jogged towards the other members, after looking back at you one more time.

‘Okay and… we’re done!’ everyone started clapping while you stood up and thanked everyone for their hard work. Then you crouched down to Holly’s eye level grinning at her cute little outfit.

‘Now who do you belong to pretty baby?’ she tilted her head to the side making you melt at her cuteness. You grabbed her into your arms, looking around to see if there’s anyone looking for her. The other artists were busy doing their own shoots so you decided to look for the owner yourself. You asked around to see if anyone knew whose puppy it was but no one seemed to have a clue.

‘I think she’s from someone of H1ghr Music’ a member of staff told you and you thanked them, happy to see that your long walk was coming to an end. At the end of the hallway, you saw a sign saying ‘H1ghr Music’ and looked down to smile at Holly to find her fast asleep. You knocked on the door and peeped your head first to find everyone staring at you.

‘Hi, sorry to bother you guys but I think I have something that belongs to one of you.’ You said nervously, fully entering the room and their looks then fell onto Holly. A guy with a mustache tapped on the shoulder of another guy with a orange beanie, making him turn around. He was holding a bag of gummy bears, one already entering his mouth when his eyes locked with yours slightly widening as if he was surprised to see you. His eyes quickly fell onto his puppy, who looked way too comfortable on your arms. Harry stood up quickly making his way to you with a little awkward smile. You also started walking his way, not really knowing how to act.

‘Hum hey thank you for bringing Holly back, she ran away out of nowhere and found you and even disrupted your photoshoot. I didn’t want to get in the way of it, so I just left in the hopes that she would come back but it seems like she had other plans.’ Harry quickly said making you smile at how flustered he looked.

‘It’s fine, Holly made the pictures even better so I’m the one who should be thanking you…’

‘Ph-1 or you can call him Harry since he finds you cute’ you were interrupted by the moustache guy as he carefully took Holly away from your arms and winked at you.

‘Minsik I swear if you don’t shut your mouth’ Harry hissed, making you giggle at their interaction.

‘Then thank you Harry, I hope I didn’t worry you much’ you say apologetic.

‘Why would you make Harry worry y/n-noona?’ says someone with super long hair wrapping his arm around you.

You look to see who’s talking to you so casually to realise that it's your favourite maknae.

‘Haonnnnieee’ you say in a baby voice, turning to pinch his cheeks that no longer had the baby fat that you remember.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘠/𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢? 𝘏𝘢𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦? 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺.

⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶

Hey cupid why you hiding

(Shoot on and shoot on)

날려줘 빨리

My cupid where you at right now

(Shoot on and shoot on)

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CONFESSIONS

november 12th 2022 10:48pm

pairing: millie kim x code kunst, millie kim x aomg

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, smoking

description: millie and sungwoo finally acknowledged how they feel

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you all for the support, i don’t really speak on this account much but i really appreciate it 🫶🏻

“HONESTLY ITS AS IF I HAVE ANOTHER DAD sometimes” millie laughed loudly nodding her head sideways towards kiseok who just wrapped his arm around her shoulders squeezing her tightly. the others stood around the high table laughed with them, however, sungwoo could only smile. he watched millie and kiseok interact, the constant bumping shoulders or the small inside jokes they had. he couldn’t help but feel a pit of jealousy in his stomach.

sungwoo knew that the pair were not remotely romantically interested in each other which annoyed him even more that he was so jealous. millie and kiseok were joint at the hip at these sort of events ever since he signed the girl to aomg. she was alone in korea when she joined the hiphop agency with her family still living in canada, so kiseok took it upon himself to take of the young artist and make sure she was living well.

the venue they were currently at was slowly becoming more busy as the party began, the atmosphere becoming busy and hectic whereas before it was calm. sunghwa stood across from millie and next to sungwoo, who had noticed his friend looking like a lovesick puppy when he watched millie talk. she was a quiet person usually but when she was around company that she felt comfortable with, she could talk for days, which was another thing that code kunst attracted millie to him.

sunghwa and wonjae knew all about the little workplace romance that was blooming between the producer and rapper. millie had drunkenly confessed to sunghwa of her attraction to cokun and wonjae had to sit and listen to his friend complain about how they will always be stuck as friends. as much as the pair wanted to interfere and make the oblivious friends realise that they share the same feelings they were both apprehensive of meddling.

millie took a small sip of her drink, her eyes meeting sungwoo’s. her heart felt as if it skipped a beat which she tried to ignore. he quickly averted his eyes and her heart dropped but she did well to hide the disappointment. “i’m gonna get another drink,” she muttered towards kiseok, he smiled rubbing her back slightly before she walked away. sungwoo’s gaze was now back on her, this time he was the disappointed one.

sungwoo stood watching her sadly causing wonjae to scoff and nudge him with his elbow. “you gotta talk to her hyung, before she gets with someone else,” he muttered. sungwoo sighed, at war with himself on what to do.

after squeezing her way through the crowd she made it to the busy bar. she waited, tapping her fingers against the table to the beat of the music. however her attention was soon on a familiar face standing a few feet away from her. junhoe was standing, scrolling through his phone, her stomach twisted the sight of her her ex-boyfriend. he was the last person she wanted to see tonight, especially since sungwoo was here.

unfortunately for millie, junhoe noticed her and smiled before walking over to meet her at the bar. “hey millie, didn’t know you’d be here,” he said awkwardly. millie laughed a little, “yeah i’m here with some of the guys,” she replied nodding towards where she was previously standing. junhoe looked over seeing some of the aomg guys at the table and how code kunst was watching the pair carefully. “ah i see,” he muttered. there was an awkward pause, the old couple hadn’t seen each other since the breakup which is what mille wanted but now here he was.

the pair spoke for a few more minutes with junhoe even offering to pay for her drink once she had finally ordered but millie declined. the conversation was strained and millie found herself laughing awkwardly most of the time trying to ignore the suffocating feeling. “i’m gonna get some air for a few minutes,” she told him not letting him reply as she left to quickly to hear it, but his attention quickly moved to someone else thankfully.

she made her way through the drunk crowd towards the front door - grabbing her jacket on the way out, in need of some fresh air and a cigarette. she wasn’t a big smoker but after she had a few drinks or felt overwhelmed with stress she would usually have a few. it was bad habit that she had been trying to kick since she was a teen, but to no avail yet.

outside the bar was quiet thankfully, a little group stood to one side of the door all smoking and laughing together. millie stood on the other side leaning against the brick wall while she began to rummage through her bag for her own pack. unfortunately she only found her lighter, “fuck,” she muttered, before checking her jacket pockets, she looked towards the door debating whether just to go back inside. as she continued to search of her pack, a hand appeared in front her offering a cigarette.

millie stopped a few seconds after registering what it was, her gaze lifted from the ground to meet sungwoo’s. “thanks,” she mumbled taking the stick out of his hand and placing it in between her lips. cokunst leaned on the wall next to the shorter girl, a silence settling between them. she quickly lit her cigarette and took a long draw, before exhaling the thick smoke. sungwoo stole a quick glance of millie who was staring at the nights sky admiring the stars she could see.

“i thought you were quitting,” he finally spoke, millie hummed at his words taking another puff. “i remember using the word trying,” she murmured, tapping off the ash. the silence came back.

“done ignoring me now i take it?” millie asked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible but there was still a hard edge to her voice. the words came out before she had realised what she had actually said, the rapper was usually quite good at hiding her jealousy or annoyance towards code kunst but the tension between them was becoming increasingly more apparent. millie was sick of feeling like a lovesick teenager around sungwoo, constantly overthinking every little detail of their relationship.

sungwoo cleared his throat awkwardly, “i.. i wasn’t ignoring you,” he stuttered out. millie rolled her eyes in annoyance, finally turning to look directly at him. “you have sungwoo, every time i looked at you you’d look away or if i came up to you in there you’d find an excuse to leave, what have i done?” millie rambled angrily suddenly she was thankful that the group who was next to them had gone back inside a few minutes earlier leaving the pair alone. “i’ve been trying all night to talk to you, but you’ve been with that ass for the past half hour,” sungwoo argued back and millie scoffed loudly.

of course that was why sungwoo had all of a sudden decided to leave her alone. it angered the girl more that sungwoo thought she wanted to be talking to junhoe for the full night. that he hadn’t made the effort with her. sungwoo had watched the two exes together at the bar, laughing and to him looked like millie talking excitedly while junhoe grasped her hand. they looked very happy to see each other and sungwoo was jealous to put it plainly. “so what? we we’re catching up. it’s what people do,” she exclaimed. sungwoo’s gaze hardened as the argument became more heated between the two.

“sorry for not wanting to interrupt you with someone you clearly still like,” he huffed pushing himself off the wall. millie scoffed in disbelief watching the taller guy with her eyebrows furrowed, muttering “you’ve got to be kidding me,” to herself. she stomped out the end on her cigarette with her boots, taking a moment to reply. without thinking her words left her mouth quickly. “i don’t fucking like him like that anymore we ended it… it’s you i fucking like,” suddenly it went very quiet between the pair. the only noise that could be heard was the loud music coming from the bar.

the tension could be cut by a knife as the pair stared into each others eyes, millie breathing heavily after her sudden confession. “please just say something,” she said just above a whisper, feeling like she could cry at any moment. instead of replying, sungwoo cupped her face and brought her in for a deep kiss. startled by the kiss, it took millie a second to register what was happening but soon relaxed. her eyes fluttered shut, her arms hanging around sungwoo’s neck.

sungwoo grasped her waist gently while they moved in sync. millie pulled away, smiling to herself as she tried to hide her face in his chest. “i like you too by the way,” he murmured softly.

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In love with my best friend💗 - PH-1 chapter 7

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/violence/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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2 weeks went by and today is the day that we are able to finally see each other again, because it is the day our our trip to Ibiza. I'm super thrilled for this trip because I haven't been abroad in such a long time and all of my trips have been with my family only, so going on this trip with friends only, is so exciting to me.

- "Hello?"

- "Hey Y/N, I've searched for you all around the airport but I cant find you. Where are you?" Harry says with a worried voice.

- "Chill Harry, I told you I was in the Starbucks. You even told me to get you drink remember? Why are you so worried and jumpy. Is everything okay?

- "You know what? I'm sorry for being anxiou- ah,  I see you. Let me hang up."

As I see Harry walk towards me, my eyes widened, my mouth fell to the ground. My heart started to beat really fast.

- "HARRY, ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?" I say as I hold his face, examining the bruise and scratches on his face.

Harry took my hands and put them down from his face. When he looked at me, I saw that he had fear and anger gleaming in his eyes. That's when I knew that this had something to do with Kimberly.

- "Kimberly, she did this to you didn't she? answer me now Harry. She did this to you didn't she?" I say with fury in my voice.

- "She's fucking crazy. I didn't tell you about this because I didn't want to see you like this. I didn't want to worry you."

- "What did she do?"

- "Kimberly is still living in my dorm."

- "WHAT? HARRY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I say with disappointment in my voice. I cant believe that Harry is still with that girl. I really don't know how to feel right now.

- "She wouldn't leave Y/N. The only time that we would talk is if we're arguing. I haven't slept in the same bed as her since the day I found out about her other boyfriend. She's just lingering around me and I hate it. I hate the sight of her." He says with a voice full of anger and hurt.

- "Okay, but how did you end up like this?"

- "She heard about our trip. She refused that I leave this country with you, so she did everything that she could. She threw my biology books at me and scratched my face so that I would be afraid to leave the house with a bruised face. She thought that having a battered face would stop me from being with you. She said if she cant be with me, then  nobody else can. I'm not the type to put my hands on anyone, so I didn't."

- "But Harry, why didn't you tell me? I would have been there for you"

- "I didn't tell you because it could have been dangerous for you. Kimberly really hates you and thinks that our breakup is your fault. Not to mention, it wouldn't be fair for me to ruin your mood because you have a lot on your plate. You have school, a job and your side hustle. This isn't fair to you"

- "Its not fair for me but its fair for you to get assaulted like this? Let's cancel this trip. I need to go to her. I'm going to deal with her. How dare she?" I say as I become irate, ready to leave the Starbucks.

- "Y/N, no. were already at the airport and our friends are going to be here soon, Tim just texted me. Besides, I'm looking forward for this trip because I wont be able to see Kimberly for the time being, a week of peace, quiet and fun. And most importantly, I'm looking forward to spending my time with you. Its okay Y/N, I know what I'm doing when it comes to Kimberly."

When he said that he was looking forward to spending time with me, I felt some type of way. He probably didn't mean it like that, but he made my heart flutter when he said that.

- "Fine. Do what you want" I say as I roll my eyes. out of nowhere, harry bends down to the level of my face, and slightly comes close to my face. Harry chuckles

-"Whoah!" I say as I'm shocked by how close we were from each other. My poor heart.....

- " Y/N?"

- "Uh y-yes? " I answered hesitantly and confused.

- " Do you trust me?" he says with a hopeful smile on his face, almost like he has it all planned it out.

- "I trust you" I respond with a smile spread across my face.

- "Good, now let's go and find the others. Come on!" Harry says with a slight chuckle and smile on his face.

a few moments later.

We finally met up with our friends it was so overwhelming since we haven't seen each other in a very long time. but super exciting and fun because we had really missed being in each other's presence. Andrea was there, she used to be my best friend but we fell out because she used to talk about me behind her back. She always seemed like I was her competition. anyways, It's a trip that was designed for us to have fun, so I ignored all the petty stuff she did to me and I greeted her since I didn't want it to be awkward between us.

It was finally time to board our plane and because Harry and I had booked our plane tickets together, we ended up getting seats that were close to each other. Whilst being on the plane, sitting next to Harry, I was still upset with what had happened to him. I was trying to ignore it but I felt guilty for wanting to have fun, even though Harry was clearly traumatised from what had occurred the previous night and on top of that, I was also worried that Andrea would do something petty to me on this trip. I was really tired from waking up early but I couldn't sleep because I was just I kept thinking about what Harry must have felt when Kimberly was violent towards him, so I just decided to look out the window, to distract myself. Then all of a sudden, I felt a weight on my shoulder, It was Harry's head on my shoulder.

He looked at me and said "Y/N, stop stressing and enjoy the trip. Okay? everything will be okay. Now sleep, I know how tired you are." with a smile on his face and then he closed his eyes to sleep, and so did I.

We finally land, and all of our friends are making fun of Harry and I because apparently we were holding each other whilst we slept. They kept saying that we kept this it a secret that we were a couple. I was so confused and in denial that Harry and I were holding each other in our sleep until kept saying that we were a couple, I was in denial because I didn't realise that we even did that in our sleep so i asked them if they had proof and they did, they took a picture of us whilst we were sleeping, we were really cuddling and holding hands. I felt like disappearing because it was so embarrassing, but Harry took it well and asked them to send the picture to him because he finds it "cute". I wanted to vomit, I was so red from the embarrassment but played it cool by laughing and as I was about to change the topic of the conversation but I got cut off.

- "You're all so excited about this like they're an actual couple. Harry actually has a girlfriend and her name is Kimberly." she scoffs.

- "Sorry, but you know Kimberly how?" Harry says defensively with a curious but angry face.

- "Oh my Gosh,Harry. Why are you so defensive?” Andrea laughs. "Well, she's a friend of a friend since you want to know so bad. Thats how I know her. Is it so wrong that i know her? is it a crime that I know her?"

- "It's not wrong to know her. I just wanted to know how you know her because she's not from where we grew up. So please stop trying to put words in my mouth Andrea. We're here for a good time, fix your attitude before you ruin the trip for us all." he says whilst trying to calm himself down.

- "Woah guys calm down. please. Harry, its okay. Ignore her please." I say whilst worried, because I can tell that Kimberly's name has become triggering to him.

- "Andrea back again with the bad vibes. Who invited you again?" Jake laughs, whilst slightly being irritated by Andrea. Jenica pulls Andrea away as she's the one that invited her.

- "Don't make me regret inviting you Andrea. Nobody wanted you here but I convinced everyone to bring you here because it's not nice to leave people out. Please don't ruin it for us, we haven't seen everyone in a long ass time. So keep your shit together"

- "DAMN, JENICA!" Louis shouts whilst laughing at Andrea and Jenica.

- "she's going to cause problems throughout this whole trip, isn't she?" Harry asks me.

- "ugh...yup" I replied in annoyance.

What will happen on their trip? stay tuned for the next chapter.

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[scxnriography]

Title: Our Love Story

Featuring : Simon Dominic ( Jung Kiseok) and Bae Joohyun

Chapter : Forewords

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Semi Au Verse, Rated18

23 December 2022

Joohyun

"Let me help you with it."

A simple sentence genuinely meant to be helpful turns out to be a regret within a few minutes later. I shouldn't have been nosy. In the new year, my resolution should be listed as:

1) keep your eyes on the ground, no- just close your eyes when you're walking,

2) don't get involved with your surroundings, and

3) talk less, no- offer less.

Might as well start the new resolution now because there is no word slipping past my lips. All I could do was to stand there, handing over the two insanely heavy bags to the elderly couple's son.. My smile is still intact, my pretentious-not-to-be-shocked-smile that is. I avoided eye contact with him, focusing only on the older lady as she introduced her son and thanking me at the same time. Because I was very kind and helpful, she offered containers of side dishes for me to bring home which I initially vehemently rejected but damn, this family and their smooth tongues. I should know that very well since years ago, I did fall in love with their only son.

Despite the thick blanket of snow covering the streets, my day started out bright and positive. I had a nice hot cup of chocolate and warm freshly baked croissant from the nearby bakery which I ended up staying for more than an hour, before making my way back to my new home. A lovely apartment across the street, that I have spent a long time saving for. Because it was a lovely morning, I smiled more to passerby, excused the little kid who was wailing right in my ears while we were waiting for the traffic light, and rushed to help the elderly couple with their big bags. I didn't count how many they had, I simply reached out to lessen their loads. I didn't mind the weight of these bags either, as we three walked into lobby. Turns out their son was staying in the same building as me, only different level. So I offered to walk them to their son's apartment first just like any kind hearted person would.

Because of the damn lovely morning, I am now standing awkwardly at the the doorstep of my ex boy- no he wasn't that. I realize just then I don't even know what to call him except my past, my favourite past. We did not utter a word, did not even look at each other, both simply allowing his mother to marvel at the kindhearted girl, me, who helped them out while shoving the side dishes in my hands. I am certain he too, was pretending that we both didn't know each other at all. And just like any other mothers who over shared, his just had to fill him in the fact that I was staying at the upper level. An information that he didn't need to know, I guarantee.

And just like any other mothers, she urges her son to walk me to the elevator as though I am quite incapable of locating the elevator myself. Once again I politely reject her kind gesture, and yet again, this family never fail to show me that stubborn runs in their blood. Again I remind myself I am very well aware of that particular fact.

"You don't have to wait for the elevator with me," I suggest immediately when it was just the two of us.

"I know."

It shouldn't surprised me that he did not attempt to leave as soon as he said that but it did. The elevator as though intentionally slow, clearly tormentng the two of us, opens after seemingly took forever. I step in, finally taking a good look at him. He appears thinner than before, but that does not make him any less handsome. "Please convey my thanks to your mother. These," I raise the boxes slightly above my chest, "are really appreciated. But... please know that I won't be returning the boxes. Not personally at least."

"I will. And I know."

I gave him a quick nod as a goodbye and curled my lips into a smile, not saying anything else as I press the button to close the door. I stare at the button I have pressed impulsively just seconds ago where I was determined not to let him find out my actual floor.

Fuck my life. Now I have to do a workout up the stairs.

[seokstrivia]

One Step Closer | dpr ian

༊·˚ Summary: The worlds come to an end, there’s chaos and dead-beat silence, but above all that, you’re one step closer to a happy ending.

or you’re looking for your brother and find Ian.

༊·˚ Post-Apocalypse!AU | khh m.list | word count: 2.2k

༊·˚ Christian Yu x Reader: angst, old feelings, apocalypse, the world ended (kinda), fluff, mutual feelings, confessions, open ending

It was raining when you decided to leave the raided supermarket, finding resources was becoming difficult when gangs were popping out of nowhere like daisies.

Selfish pricks taking everything.

You were attentive to glimpse down the street, to make sure it was clear, before making a run for it down the road and then taking a left into a garden where you hid behind a wall from an approaching vehicle.

They were a group of boys, shouting and laughing while pointing guns at the sky. This was what had become of the world, the purge in real life; forever. It wasn’t easy leaving cities when there were gangs and such at every corner, there was no escape.

You sighed, your brother got lucky. The last time you communicated with him he'd told you he was safe, and that the safe haven he found was full of good people.

That was two years ago.

Once you were sure the vehicle was gone, or the shouting had stopped, you peeked around the wall before stepping back out into the street. It was raining harder now and you were soaked through to your skin, an agitated sigh parted your lips.

The place you’d been staying in for the past two weeks, was a good four-hour journey. You wouldn’t have went back if you hadn’t left your second set of clothes or the recourses you’d collected over the past three months.

Being alone was becoming difficult.

While tightening the strap on your bag before setting on your journey back, you heard shouting and a gunshot not too far behind you. Whipping your head towards the direction of the sound, a gasp escaped your lips and you started running.

There was no way you knew where you were going, no direction in mind as you run as far away and as fast as you could. It was a failed attempt to escape, there were a group of men waiting at the end of the street for you in a vandalised jeep, laughing at you.

‘Shit,’ you muttered as you stopped.

It didn't take the two men, who were chasing you, long to catch up and grab your arms from behind you, and then haul you towards their jeep. One of them carelessly blindfolded you while another chortled deeply under his breath, obviously over the moon with their new discovery.

>

When you woke up, you were tied to a seat, presumably placed in the middle of a room, and even though you were still wet, you were somewhat warm. It still felt uncomfortable as the restraints were tied far too tight for your liking, your hair was stuck to your face and worst of all, your bag was missing.

An agitated sigh parted your lips.

The male’s you were surrounded by were all murmuring to each other before abruptly going quiet when the door opened and closed. It made you feel anxious to know who had such an impact on all of them like that.

You wondered if he was scary? Or maybe he was a psychopath? Hopefully, he was neither…

“And what’s this?”

His voice sounded somewhat familiar— something from an old memory, back when the city was thriving and you were safe with your brother.

It was weirdly... comforting.

“She was alone when he found her.”

You pursed your lips as you anticipated the next thing to happen to you. Would they kill you? Would they keep you as a cleaner or chef? Or, wait... would they eat you?

The questions that engulfed your mind were quick to leave as they came once the blindfold was removed. You made eye contact with a surprisingly really good-looking man not too much older than you, but that didn’t stop yourself from recognising him.

“Christian?” You gasped.

The male took a step back, eyebrow raised, “how do you know me?”

Of course, he wouldn’t remember you. Sure, you weren’t close friends, but you were in the same class in high school and maybe, you had a small crush on him back then.

Nevertheless, that was all a good few years ago now, so much in the world had changed since then. Even you.

“Wait,” he chuckled, moving wet strands of hair away from your face. “Y/N?”

Thankful he’d moved your hair, you still felt your heart plummet to your throat.

“You remember me?”

The shock on your face made Ian laugh as he nodded his head. The scenario happening before your eyes would have been much better if you weren’t tied to a chair, nevertheless, the concept of better scenarios and situations were long gone.

But again, you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. He was as handsome as you remembered him to be, okay so maybe being the leader of a gang wasn’t a good thing, but it was kind of nice to see a face you once saw every day.

He could still kill you if he wanted to, can’t forget that.

“Shame we had to meet like this,” he smirked before turning to look at one of his many men. “Untie her and take her to an empty room.”

It took a mere second for the guy to follow Ian's instruction, you were out of the seat before you knew it and being led towards the door.

“Make sure you lock the door to her room.”

You turned around to look at Ian, the smirk was still on his lips except his eyes were darker than usual.

And then the door closed.

>

Three days went by, no one let you out of the room, and no one came in, but they fed you and gave you a new set of clothes. It was nice and warm, but you were curious to see what was outside your door, more so you wanted to see Ian again, talk to him— ask him for his help.

A sigh parted your lips as you lay in the middle of the bed waiting for something to happen, thinking about what was going on in the world while you were locked inside.

What if your brother needed you?

At that moment the door to your room opened to which you turned your head, and watched the very man you’d been waiting for to walk in.

He smirked, “red pants?”

You blushed, sitting up and pulling down the hem of the t-shirt at the same time, “I just wore what I was given.”

Ian hummed, head slowly nodding to your response as he approached the bed. He sat down, eyes scanning the room before looking at you, staring you down daringly.

It made you shiver.

“Tell me, y/n,” he spoke, your name slipping off his tongue was like sweet, thick honey. “Do you like it here?”

Mouth dry and heart shaking, you stared into his eyes and nodded your head, too afraid to say otherwise.

He’d changed too.

“Good, good,” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s safe for you here, it’s better when you’re with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not sure what he meant by that, you proceeded to ask him. Hand moving forward to grab him, but at that very second, the door swung open with so much force.

“Boss, someone’s trying to steal our shit. Again!”

And just like that, he was gone. You sighed.

It was thunder storming that night.

>

The door was unlocked when you woke up the next morning, so you took it upon yourself to investigate down the long hallway, happy you didn’t need to stay locked in your room anymore.

While strolling at a leisurely pace, you came across a black door.

It was left slightly open, and even though you knew you shouldn’t, you had to, maybe it was a way out? Hence, with no hesitation, you pushed it open further and peeked inside.

There was a figure on the couch, head thrown back and eyes closed. It was Ian, he was bleeding. An inaudible gasp parted your lips and you cautiously stepped inside to see if he was okay.

However, before you could approach him you noticed a woman seated next to him, attending to his wounds. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, her hands moving swiftly before she saw you.

She looked as shocked as you were when you two made eye contact, it was as if she hadn’t seen another female in years. Ian stared at the pretty woman’s face before turning to see her staring at you.

“I—I,” you stuttered, heart falling into the pit of your stomach at the thought of getting caught. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

Ian tried to get up, but the bullet wound in his shoulder hadn't been treated yet and caused him a lot of pain to move. He shouted your name, asking you to come back, but you were long gone, hidden in your room, trying to figure out how to leave.

You were brought back to reality, annoyed at yourself for not finding a way to leave as soon as you'd been brought here. However, seeing a familiar face had made you feel so safe that you'd forgotten it was everyone for themselves out in the world now.

You felt so stupid. What were you thinking?

A few long hours passed by, you were sitting on your bed waiting for Ian's men to go to sleep one, by one, so you could find a way to get out of here.

As much as you liked it, and as much as you wanted to stay, you couldn't. Ian probably only took pity on you because you were an old classmate, a familiar face. Maybe that was why he'd let you stay and had not killed you yet.

More so, you needed to find your brother.

How could you forget about your brother? You asked yourself as you thought about the old feelings that came lingering back when you first made eye contact with Ian.  

A knock on the door broke you out of your reverie, leaving you startled because you thought most of the men had called it a night.

“Who is it?” You asked, quietly approaching the door.

“It’s me,” came a sigh.

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not to let him in. He knocked again, silently pleading for you to open the door, pleading for you to let him explain himself.

Finally, you gave in and opened the door.

The first thing Ian noticed were your shoes, the second thing he noticed was the jacket you were gripping onto tightly in your hands.

“You’re leaving?” He asked, stepping into the room.

You avoided eye contact, instead, staring down at your, old and worn out, but favourite pair of shoes. That was enough of an answer for him to realise he was going to have to see you walk away from him, from safety.

“Why?” He demanded to know, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. “Why are you leaving?”

A sad chuckle parted your lips, “I can't stay here, this isn't where I belong. I should be out there looking for my brother."

He followed your finger to the window you were pointing out of before reaching for that very hand, and pulling you towards him.

“You do,” he muttered. “You do belong here, plus… It's not safe for you out there, there's more and more people dying everyday. Let me look after you, let me help you.”

“But—“

“Trust me," he pleaded, softly. "Please."

A soft chuckle left your lips, you felt shy and rather dumbfounded because who would have thought you had a chance in this broken world? You and Ian? Love?

You hadn’t thought about those feelings, or yourself for years.

It made you feel dizzy.

“So...” you grinned, changing the subject. “In high school? Did you?”

“Yeah,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Since the day you asked me to tie your shoelaces for you.”

You snorted, playfully hitting his chest, “gross.”

Ian smiled, leading you into his arms to hold you close. He kissed your forehead before holding you tightly against his chest.

A sigh of relief for the first time in two years parted your lips.

>

“So, where is your brother?”

You kissed Ian's neck before coiling your arms around him and resting your hands against his chest.

He grinned.

“Somewhere in New York City,” you told him. “I have no idea where though, I couldn’t gather any co-ordinates.”

He nodded his head, pulling at your hand to walk around and sit on his lap, he loved the feeling of you against him.

He loved you.

“And you want to go?” He questioned.

There was a smile on your face, eyes gazing deeply and rather quite daringly into his, “you don’t?”

A loud laugh rumbled through his chest, he coiled his arms around you and pulled you closer as if that was even possible.

The world was still broken, destroyed even, but that was for another day.

“Anywhere with the love of my life is okay with me," Ian smiled.

New York City was your next adventure, you were finally going to find your brother after years of searching for him alone.

You were going to bring him home.

[poesticbeauty]

Hello Everyone~

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[Neon Lights] — Club!AU

↬ Summary: You and Dabin work in a club, that’s it, that’s the fic.

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[Sweet Silence] - Bet!AU

↬ Summary: Dabin makes a bet with his friends without thinking about the consequences and gets into trouble.

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[One Step Closer] — Post-Apocalypse!AU

↬ Summary: The worlds come to an end, there’s chaos and dead-beat silence, but above all that, you’re one step closer to a happy ending.

or you’re looking for your brother and find Ian.

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↬ Summary: Sometimes, it’s for the best.

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