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All my Love | BSK (M)

💍Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Afab!Reader

💍Genres & AUs: Romance, fluff, smut, established relationship au, soulmate au

💍Summary: You and your husband spend your first night as newlyweds together, still as in love with each other as you've been since day one.

💍Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💍Warnings: Profanity, fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, cum eating, so much fluff!!! Like they are so in love!!!

💍Words: 3.4k

💍Note: Written for @k-vanity Idols over Flowers event. The bouquet I put together is: roses (romance), fresia (own genre idea), amaranthus (marriage & co), thistle (own au), myrtle (soulmate), band of satin (weddings).

I’ve been in my Seungkwan feels lately and just wanted some fluffy smut 🥺 Thank you @agustdealer for betaing this for me!!! 💖

💍Net Tag: @kflixnet

You had never given much thought to the concept of finding your soulmate or even marriage. Growing up, when all of your friends were finding their soulmates around you, all of them having their tiny heart-shaped birthmarks on their wrists filled in a deep shade of scarlet while your own stayed empty and nothing but an outline, you barely cared much.

When you graduated high school and went to college, even more people in your life were finding the person that the universe told them they’d be spending their life with. You watched and congratulated them and wished them well. You accepted that maybe it would take longer for you to find your person. Even after you graduated college and entered the working world and wedding invitations showed up in your email left and right, you remained unphased. 

At least since you were single you only had to be responsible for yourself and didn’t have the extra baggage of another person to worry about. A few partners entered your life here and there, but none of them wanted anything too serious. 

You weren’t their soulmate after all since their tattoos stayed an empty heart like yours when you were together.

And that was fine. You were content and as your twenties went on that all remained the same and it was okay - you were okay. You’d nearly forgotten about the concept of soulmates and had long since stopped fantasizing about your own wedding.

And then Boo Seungkwan popped into your life and all of that changed.

You met him through a friend at your new job, everything. Your co-worker Hansol introduced you both at a company party that Seungkwan had been his plus one for, and upon bringing your hand up in a small, shy wave to him, you saw it. The little black heart outline on the inside of your right wrist - the one that had stayed empty for years - slowly began to fill with the brilliant red that signified you had met your soulmate.

Instantly, you understood everything that you’ve heard your entire life. That finding your soulmate is like finding the other half of yourself that’s been missing within you. That the feeling of seeing your soulmate for the first time would resemble an almost out-of-body experience as everything immediately clicked into place. 

Seungkwan had also stared at his wrist in awe, slackjawed at the revelation. In no time, he became a constant in your life after that, the two of you instantly knowing that the universe had been oh so right in determining that you were meant for each other. He was the complete opposite of you in so many ways but he was also the most perfect man you had ever met in every possible way.

It took three years to know that Seungkwan is all you want for the rest of forever so when he proposed to you one spring afternoon you didn’t think twice about saying yes.

A year later, on another spring afternoon, you marry your soulmate, and everything for both of you is like a dream come true, feeling the happiest you’ve ever been.

“Wow! They really went all out with this room!” 

Seungkwan admires the trail of roses that lead from the hotel room door, across the carpet, and to the bed with the heart made of petals decorating the white linens. The room is bathed in a warm glow, so cozy and inviting with a few electric tealight candles strewn about. It’s all straight out of a romance movie with the champagne chilling near the bed and fruit sitting on the table - a true honeymoon suite.

You can’t help yourself as you skip over to the bed and flop backward onto the middle of it, the light scent of the rose petals invading your nose. 

“This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You admit, spreading your limbs to stretch your body on the king-sized bed. 

“Well, I had to make sure I booked us the nicest honeymoon suite. I can’t have my perfect, amazing wife stay in just any old room.” Seungkwan beams at you, your heart leaping in response.

“My husband is so thoughtful and always thinks of me. He truly is my soulmate, huh?” 

“Yeah, he is. He’s the luckiest man in the entire world to be able to call himself your soulmate.” Seungkwan saunters over to you, lying on his side next to you. He dips his head so that he speaks against your lips, his breath tickling you.

“I’m the lucky one. Not only is my husband extremely thoughtful but he’s also so insanely good-looking.” You run your hand down his arm, his muscles flexing under your touch from beneath the fabric of his tuxedo jacket. 

Seungkwan is always handsome and has been since the day you met, but something about seeing him today: his perfectly tailored suit hugging his body, his megawatt smile permanently etched onto his face, the sheer joy in his demeanor - it was enough to have you falling in love with him all over again. 

“Not as good-looking as my lovely, divine, phenomenal, wife is though.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, admiring the way you giggle at his words before finally kissing you, your lips moving together in perfect rhythm.

Kissing Seungkwan is always akin to a cliche romance movie moment no matter how many times you do it. The world around you melts away and everything you think about and feel and know is Seungkwan and Seungkwan only. 

His elegant hand cups your face with nothing but tenderness as yours snakes around his waist and under his jacket to pull him close. 

Gingerly and with nothing but tenderness, Seungkwan slips his tongue into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand eagerly begins its descent. He moves from your cheeks, trailing down your chin, to your neck, then reaching its final destination of your breasts, still nestled in your white dress. 

He gives your mounds a few squeezes, eliciting a yelp from you. The reaction Seungkwan gets from you spurs him on, palming you a few more times, relishing in the whines you let out.

Soft, tender lips move away from your mouth, landing on your cheeks and then to your neck, the plunging neckline of your dress giving him easy access. Your husband lavishes your neck in kisses, loving the breathy symphony of sounds that you make for him. He spends extra time on your most sensitive of spots, using his teeth to ensure he leaves marks in his wake. 

“Kwannie…”

“Yes, baby?” 

“Please give me more!”

“What do you want?” he murmurs between nibbles.

“I want you.”

“Oh? You wanna consummate our marriage already?” He’s teasing you now, his lips moving back to your cleavage, licking a stripe back up to your neck.

“Well, you can’t just kiss me like this and not do anything else!” 

Seungkwan’s endearing laugh reaches your ears and you smile between squeals. 

“I can’t say no to you even if I wanted to, sweetheart.” 

His lips move to your cleavage again, leaving open-mouth kisses as his hand eases over your side to the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzips you with gentle hands, helping you lay on your back, and slides the dress off and onto the floor. Before he can get your panties off, you’re making grabby hands for him to help slip his jacket off. Seungkwan lets you undress him piece by piece until you’re both in your underwear, gaping at one another like teenagers during your first time.

His hands are on you again, unhooking your lace bra and shimmying the matching panties down your legs. Seungkwan takes a minute to admire you. Your skin, as smooth and supple as it always is, practically glows before him. Your eyes that he could look into and get lost in every day, shine as you stare up at him, your need for him so blatant. 

Seungkwan climbs onto the bed, between your legs to hover over you, and swoops down to smother your bare breasts in kisses, taking a nipple between his lips and suckling. A gasp leaves your lips as he flicks his tongue over the bud, leaving you squirming under him once again.

Teeth graze your nipple as Seungkwan continues, letting out deep hums against your skin. He switches between each breast, biting and sucking even more hickeys onto you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you huff out his name, pushing your chest to his face for more. 

The hand that Seungkwan isn’t using to grope you slides down your stomach, slowly inching towards your pussy, and his long, skilled digits trail up and down your sticky folds.

“You’re so wet, my love. Is that all for me?”

“It’s always for you.” And you mean every single word. Seungkwan is all that you need and want and so much more.

Seungkwan eases a finger into you, your overwhelming wetness making it easy. 

Your body always has an immediate reaction to your soulmate, going lax in his hold, but you still want so much more. Your thirst for Seungkwan is almost insatiable at times. All it takes is a few dirty words and a deep kiss to have you gushing for him and tonight is no different.

Seungkwan’s finger works you open as his thumb flicks at your swollen clit. A tiny shriek jumps from your throat, hands scrambling to latch onto Seungkwan’s arms, but he pays you no mind. His eyes only stay trained on you, quickening his movements to pull more melodic sounds from you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” The words are hushed as they leave your husband’s mouth.

“You’ve said that about fifty times today,” you mewl as Seungkwan plunges a second finger into your greedy pussy.

“And I’ll say it another fifty times every single day for the rest of our lives.” He leans down to kiss you, and your eyes flutter shut both at the warmth of his lips and the way that his fingers crook up just the way you crave for them to.

Seungkwan’s wonderful fingers spear in and out of you while he continues to coo words of love and adoration at you. Seungkwan has never been shy in detailing the ways he loves you and the reasons why, but the sweet words he’s using to compliment everything from your laugh and your smile to your admirable selflessness and even the way that you sing to yourself when you think no one’s listening, has tears welling in your eyes.

It’s him singing your praises so genuinely and the pressure of his thumb circling your clit with the right amount of pressure that has you seeing stars as you come undone on his fingers. He works you through it, telling you how stunning you look and how lucky he is that he gets to see you like this for the rest of your lives.

Your husband kisses away the couple of wayward tears that manage to fall and gathers you in his arms, with the delicacy of handling a piece of fine porcelain.

“How are you, my love?” Seungkwan checks, inspecting your half-lidded eyes.

“I’m okay, but I’d be much better if you continued making love to me,” you run your fingers down one of his round cheeks, making sure to gently poke at the beauty mark under his eye that you love so much.

Seungkwan’s soft eyes darken with lust again at your words, his pretty lips quirking up at the corners.

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.” He accentuates his words with a peck and bites at your lower lip. 

When Seungkwan buries his cock into you, his girth stretching your sensitive walls, it feels as though a fuse has been lit inside of you. Your eyes flutter as he begins moving his hips, thrusting into you deep, his pelvis pressing firmly into the back of your thighs. Seungkwan knows everything there is to know about you, like just how hard you like him to fuck you to all the spots on your body that have you squirming.

“Fuck, Seungkwan…yes.”

“My beautiful baby. So pretty and always willing for me.”

“Always.” Even with knitted brows, you give him a loving smile, your soulmate returning the gesture.

You wrap your legs around Seungkwan’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. His soft skin is so hot against yours, flushed in a way that makes him look even more perfect. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him close enough to you that you can bury your face into his neck, inhaling the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with a hint of perspiration.

With every drag of his cock against your spongy walls, your cries of Seungkwan’s name only get louder. He shares your desperation though, as he starts to roll his hips into you faster, and he moans out for you in the same high-pitched tone he uses when he playfully throws a tantrum.

“You feel so good, darling. You feel so fucking good.”

“More, please Kwannie, gimme more!”

“Yeah? My baby wants more?”

“Mmhmm, need it. Need all of you.” Seungkwan stares back at you, eyes full of nothing but hearts and stars for you. He’d given you all of himself from the moment you met and would continue giving you any and every new piece you’d ask for.

Seungkwan dips his head down, his lips meeting yours. He kisses you with a tenderness that’s a stark contrast to the now bruising force of his thrusts, your body bouncing wildly on the mattress. Your loud, almost shrill-sounding squeals that escape between your mouths seem too loud to your ears and you almost worry you’re being too loud in the room. But when Seungkwan’s length pummels your g-spot, the thought is quite literally knocked out of you.

“You’re so perfect,” your soulmate mumbles into your mouth before sitting up straight to look down at you. 

You stare back at him in awe. Even with sweat beading on his forehead and nose and his skin as red as the ripest of tomatoes, Boo Seungkwan is still the most stunning man you’ve ever seen. When you voice this to him, he seems to blush even more, smiling at you in the most dazzling of ways.

He takes a moment to adjust, bringing his knees closer to the backs of your thighs and taking hold of your hips. You run your eyes over his arms and the way they bulge as he holds on, then move to his bare chest, wanting so badly to feel him under your fingers.

“Like what you see?” He teases, catching the way you ogle him as he slowly rolls his hips into you.

“Always, baby.” Reaching up, you drag your fingernails over his chest and down his stomach, goosebumps breaking out across his arms. 

Seungkwan pulls back, almost all the way out of you before driving his hips forward with a force that makes your eyes screw shut at the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you,” Seungkwan pants out and you oblige, forcing your lids open. 

The sight of your perfect soulmate, knitting his brows, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His chocolate eyes fixed - on you and only you - is enough to cause your heart to swell and your legs to shake almost violently as your orgasm rushes you.

“Seungkwan, I’m so close!” You do your best to roll your hips in sync with Seungkwan’s, your pace faltering as the pressure in your belly builds.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go for me,” his voice is like the finest silk, wrapping you up gently and making you impossibly warmer.

When you cum, it’s with Seungkwan’s name on your tongue as always is the case. Your lips part as you gasp for the air that’s knocked out of your lungs in the most glorious of ways. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open - a tiny bit of you thinks about shying away from Seungkwan’s gaze but he doesn’t let you.

He loves you in every conceivable way and thinks that everything you do is breathtaking, including when you cum. Your skin glistens and glows, your perspiration like the finest of glitters. Your pillow-soft lips part and sing his name which is enough to have Seungkwan falling apart right after you. His eyes flutter closed, and it’s your name this time that bounces off of the hotel room walls as he empties himself inside of your velvety walls.

Seungkwan fills you up, the both of you sharing a long moan at the intense warmth as he pumps you full and digs his nails into the outer parts of your thighs.

He huffs out a breath when he’s empty, slowly pulling out and watching his seed seeping out of your hole and dripping down your ass cheeks. He’s transfixed at the sight, licking his lips.

“Seungkwan? What-!” Your question ends in a choke as he suddenly drops to his stomach and shimmies to move his head between your legs, plunging his tongue as far into your entrance as he can. Your hands shoot down to grip his hair, his thick tongue moving in and out of your messy cunt, slurping up both your juices and his cum.

As he tends to do, Seungkwan eats you out as if you’re his last meal. The man truly never gets tired of being between your legs for as long as you’ll let him. One of his hands reaches up to grab your hand that’s tangled in his once neatly styled hair. He threads his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze him. The act is sweet, but it doesn’t overtake the lewd sounds he’s making as he moans into you, sending vibrations through your body.

It doesn’t take long at all for Seungkwan to have you releasing again, this time on his tongue as you cry out for him, your back bowing off of the bed dramatically.

He cleans you up, much more gentle this time, aware of just how sensitive you are now. Once he’s done, he crawls back up your body to look at you with those eyes again - so full of adoration for you.

Seungkwan kisses you once more, this one much more innocent, even with your scent on his face. 

After quite literally stealing the remaining breath out of you, Seungkwan flops onto the bed next to you. His hand finds yours between your bodies and threads your fingers together. He raises your hand, your wedding ring shining bright even in the dim lighting of the room.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife,” Seungkwan sighs, bringing the back of your hand down to his lips. “I love you so much, my sweet Y/n.”

“And I love you, my precious boo.”

The two of you lie there for a little longer, time nearly slowing as you admire every part of your husband, him doing the same. 

“You know, if I’m remembering what was on the website correctly, I think there’s a giant soaking tub in the bathroom,” he mentions. “We could both use a warm bath after the day we’ve had.”

“Yeah, I think we could too,” you smile. “You think they have bubbles?”

“Not sure, but I think we need to go find out.” 

Seungkwan helps you off the bed and holds your hand as you enter the other part of the suite. He lets you sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub as he runs the water, ensuring it’s warm enough to soothe your sore muscles and adds the strawberry-scented bubbles he found on the countertop as it fills.

He keeps a close eye on the water, finally sparing you another glance once the tub is adequately full of warm bubbles. The smile that he sends your way is one that you’ve seen all night and even more times in the years you’ve been with him but it still doesn’t fail to make your heart race and have you sending him a shy one in return.

You’ve only been married for about ten hours now and it’s been the most magical ten hours of your life. You’re more than ready to be graced with a million more hours of loving and being loved by Boo Seungkwan, the soulmate that you’ve waited all this time for, and he was well worth the wait.

[hobeemin]

inked

💞 genre(s): romance, smut, angst, f2l

💞 pairing: christian yu x tattoo artist!poc (f) reader

💞 summary: he never confessed his feelings for her, worried about the negatives. friends always seemed like the safest route, right? screw that. take a chance.

💞 rating: 18+

💞 warning(s): swearing, pining, mention of breakups, self-consciousness, making out, grinding, teasing, hickies, some over and under clothing fondling

💞 word count: 1.7k

💞 credits: Many thanks to @playmetheclassics​ and @agustdef​ for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback. 💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

💞 a/n: this is for @k-vanity idols over flowers spring event 

main flower (genre): roses (romance) | supporting flower (au): waxflower (tattoo parlor) | greenery (tropes): f2l

“Ouch.”

The expression she gave him made him break character and laugh.

“You know that didn’t hurt,” she said while shading in an area.

He smirked, watching as the needle glided over his skin. “I know, and I gotta mess with you a little.”

“Not amused, Christian,” she murmured, wiping away the excess ink. 

He always loved how focused she’d become while working. 

They’d been friends for years. Y/N would touch up his tattoos during a break in town. Christian would come by after her shop closed, and they’d talk for hours or go out for drinks. The attraction was always there, but he never acted on it.

Was it nerves? 

It could be, but Christian valued his friendship with Y/N; he didn't want to ruin it with one misstep–especially since she was in a current relationship.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N placed the tattoo gun on the table, switching it off. She removed her gloves before wiping the sweat from her brow.

“All finished. Tell me what you think?”

Humming, he got up and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Studying the new piece, he nodded in approval.

“Damn. You outdid yourself; Love. This is great.” Giving her his award-winning smile and wink, he gently squeezed her hand.

“Thank you.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm from his touch. She brushed it aside, distracting herself by wiping the area with antibiotic ointment and wrapping it with plastic wrap.

“It’s all good. You can take the wrap off in a few hours, and make sure to wash it with fragrance-free soap and use some alcohol-free moisturizer,” she instructed while cleaning up her workspace.

Christian nodded as he got out of the chair, stretching his limbs. He glanced over at her for a moment. “You hungry, love?” 

She scoffed as she sprayed the cleaner on the table before cleaning it with paper towels. “You have to ask? Order whatever you like and have it delivered here, and I gotta clean up this place.”

He seemed surprised by her answer as he scrolled through the list of restaurants on the app. Usually, they’d go out to eat, but he wondered why the change now.

“Everything alright?”

She shrugged while putting the ink away. “Don’t feel like being social today is all.”

Y/N was avoiding the subject, but why make him worry? Her problems were her problems, and she’d figure out the rest. Besides, he was busy jet-setting around the world. Her life seemed so insignificant compared to his. Christian decided not to pry and put the order in before helping her around the shop while they waited for their takeout.

He hummed to himself as he swept, bobbing his head. Y/N looked up with interest.

“That sounds good.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

She smiled for the first time that day, brushing her locs off her face. “Uh-huh. Is it something you’re working on?”

“Might be, just foolin’ around with some stuff with Live. See where it goes, ya know.”

Y/N plopped down on the couch with a grunt. “Well, it’s great. I hope I get the first listen when it’s finished.”

“Of course, Love. Anything for you.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, avoiding his gaze. Why did he do this to her? No matter the situation, butterflies always formed in her belly when it came to him. 

“Y/N–”

They didn’t realize how much time had passed as a knock at the door caught them. She was relieved by the distraction. Christian went to retrieve the food and returned moments later, arms full of bags. The smells made her mouth water.

“Sushi?”

“Mhmm,” he answered, handing her a pair of chopsticks and one of the containers.

Y/N opened it to see her favorite sashimi arranged beautifully. “Salmon sake? You remembered?”

Christian gave her a wink. “Love, when it comes to you, I remember everything.”

Fuck. He was doing it again.

Noticing her expression, Christian sat back from her to give her room. “Sorry, Y/N.”

She placed the container, shaking her head. “No, no, it’s fine…I-I…shit…you’re the best. Seriously. I feel like I’m ruining the mood.”

“You’re not, Y/N. I understand if you don’t want to chat about it.”

She grabbed one of the pieces of salmon with her chopsticks popping it into her mouth before speaking up again. 

“It’s this.”

She opened her phone, hit a few buttons, and pushed it toward him. Christian glanced down, reading the text messages to himself. His brows knitted in frustration.

“Is he serious? What the fuck?”

Y/N shrugged, picking at the wasabi and swirling it in the soy sauce. “I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it, but it didn’t make sense. It hasn’t hit me that he broke up with me yet.”

Christian set his chopsticks down and stared at her. “He didn’t deserve you, Love.”

She scoffed softly. “Then why do I feel like shit?”

He closed the distance between them, moving to the couch beside her. With care, he took her hands into his.

“Y/N.”

She met his gaze after a moment of gathering her thoughts. 

“Yes?”

“You have no clue how beautiful you are, inside and out. I-I…fuck…I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself, but I need to confess this to you, Love.”

Worry crossed her face. What could he possibly say? 

“Christian?”

He chuckled softly, glancing at the intricate art in her arms and hands. “You don’t know?”

She blinked at him curiously. “Know what?”

“How much I like you, Love…like a lot. You’re constantly on my mind when we’re not together. I never admitted to it until now cause I didn't want to ruin our friendship.”

“Christian–”

He brushed his hair back, feeling his nerves return. “I know this is a lot to take in. I understand this timing sucks, but I couldn’t go on without telling you my feelings.”

It was a lot to take in. Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. Christian. As in the Christian Yu just revealed, he liked her. Her.

So many things swirled in her mind. How had she not noticed up until this point?! Being so wrapped up in her ex maybe cause her tunnel vision. Of course, she thought Christian was great. Hell, they spent enough time together to come to that conclusion. It never registered that he could find her attractive, though. That was certainly a surprise.

Clearing her throat, she gave him a small smile as the small circles he drew with his thumbs on her hands calmed her.

“You’re right. It is a lot to take in right now. I-It never occurred to me that you felt this way. I-I’m happy you could be honest with me about this.”

His cheeks became flushed under her stare. “I-I know this may be forward, but may I kiss you?”

She pulled her hand away to cover her mouth. “But I just ate.”

His dropped as he scooted closer to her. “I don’t care. I love everything about you, Y/N.”

Removing her glasses, she closed her eyes as his hand caressed her cheek. 

Damn, she was beautiful. His lips found her with ease as a breathy sigh left her lips. His lips were so soft and warm. He guided her gently, pressing her body against his. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as the kiss deepened.

He let out a guttural sound as their tongues touched. She was addicting. He couldn’t get enough of her. Y/N felt her body become aflame as he guided her to lie on the couch. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away to gaze at her. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered.

She suddenly felt shy, but it only added to her charm. Her fingers tangled into his dark locks, making him murmur with contentment.

“Gonna kiss you again. Is that okay?”

“Just kiss me,” she whispered back.

There was no hesitation in that one. Rough but passionate, their bodies molded to each other. His hands explored her body, unzipping her jacket and cupping her breasts as she keened into his touch. Grabbing her legs, he wrapped them around his waist. The denim from his jeans added to the sensation between her legs. 

The leggings she wore did little to stop her arousal. Moaning, she tried to keep herself in control, not wanting to aggravate the new tattoo on his chest. His fingers dragged down her stomach as her top hiked up. She shivered under his touch even more.

“I-Ian,” she rasped out.

He groaned, biting his lip. “Fuck, that is hot. Call me that baby, please.”

Christian’s lips found their way to her neck nibbling and teasing her skin. His nips grew stronger as he found a place on her neck to suckle. Y/N threw her head as more sounds of pleasure passed her lips.

It wasn’t until she felt his cock brush against her core through his jeans that she touched his chest.

“C-Christian?”

He paused his kissing to look at her. “Yes, love.”

She bit her lip, feeling nervous. “As much as I’d love to continue this…”

He nodded in understanding, sitting on the couch and helping her up. She adjusted her clothing and smoothed her locs.

“Trust me, I want this, but not in my shop,” she said with a smile.

He laughed with a nod. “I agree.” He leaned in and kissed her. 

“How about we finish dinner and get out of here? We can go somewhere and talk about what this means for us.”

“I like the sound of that,” she answered, pecking him on the lips. Standing, she walked over to the floor-length mirror, ensuring she was presentable.

“What am I gonna do about this?”

He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. He smirked, seeing the darkened spot at the base of her throat. 

“We’ll figure it out or something else.”

“Such as?”

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. “I could add a few more to match.”

With a snort, Y/N poked his stomach and rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s only fair I return the favor.”

“Can’t wait, love.”

[gyupremacy]

Kiss & Make Up | cs.

↳ Pairing: choi san x fem!reader

↳ Genre: smut, fluff, angst, established relationship

↳ Au(s): slice of life

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word Count: 2.1k

↳ Warning(s): cursing, mentions of past cheating (not san), argument, mention of parental divorce, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), missionary, t*tjob, dirty talk, fondling

↳ Summary: Your fiancé San hasn't been as active in the preparations for your upcoming wedding, and it's starting to get to you. Tensions rise after an argument about the subject.

↳ a/n: Hi, everyone! April's been a pretty busy month for me, with preparing for finals and personal conflicts, but I'm back with another fic. Thanks to @hwasrie for beta-ing and @snoozeagustd for creating the banner!

This is my submission for k-vanity’s "Idols Over Flowers" event.

Main flowers: roses (romance), violets (angst), marigold (hurt comfort), fresia (slice of life)

Supporting flowers: amaranthus (marriage & co)

Greenery: myrtle (soul mates)

Ribbons: band of satin (weddings)

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"What do you think of this, baby?" you said, turning the bridal magazine around to show your fiancé.

"I think it looks beautiful! I like the style," San responded, barely glancing at the photo.

He was more focused on you, more importantly, how you were straddling his waist in the bed as you frantically flipped through pages.

"Come on! You already said that about that last one I showed you," you huffed in frustration.

"Well, I'm sorry, Y/N. I just don't see why you're dead set on finding a dress so soon," San remarked.

He had a point, whether you admitted it or not. He proposed to you on Valentine's Day, and you still hadn't made a decision on the date you'd tie the knot.

"It's not just about finding a dress. It's about finding the dress," you began.

"Many girls dream about their wedding day, and I'm one of them."

You sighed dreamily, looking at a ballgown style that caught your interest. Seeing the expensive price, you quickly moved onto the next page.

"Well… if it means anything, I think you would look really sexy in a mermaid gown," San chuckled.

"One that accentuates your body really nicely."

His voice went down to a whisper, and he soon sat up in the bed. Soft kisses were placed from your shoulder to your neck.

"Sannie… don't start," you warned.

"What? I can't imagine what my gorgeous bride will look like on our wedding day?" His hands trailed down your hips, then down your legs.

"As much as I would like to spend the resting of the morning making sweet music with you, I need to take a shower," you laughed, getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Maybe I could j-" San began before you stopped him mid sentence.

"Don’t even think about it, Choi."

After the long shower, you got dressed in a crop top and leggings since you were about to do your daily yoga routine.

San was in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of you (an omelet for him and a pastry for you). He topped it all off with some fresh fruit on your plate and green tea.

"My baby is back from the shower!" San beamed.

"And my baby made me breakfast," You gave him a kiss before grabbing the plate off the counter.

He sat beside you and began to feed you the pieces of fruit from your plate. You made it a point to purposely suck on his finger after you finished one bite.

"Mmm… so delicious," you moaned out.

"You're playing with fire, princess," San whispered.

"Let's hope you don't get burned then," you teased, going to take a bite out of your pastry.

The rest of the time was spent completely devouring the meal your fiancé prepared, but you were still thinking about the conversation earlier.

You and San had arguments like any other couple, though you didn't want to call what happened earlier with the dress an "argument", but it did bother you that a proper date for the nuptials wasn't set.

"San? About the dress…" you were about to tell him that it was fine that he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as you were, but was stopped by him speaking.

"Really, Y/N? We're still on about that damn dress?" San laughed, wanting not to focus on it.

"What? No, I was going to say that it was cool that you didn't see it as much of a priority right now," you said.

"Almost like you don't see the wedding being a priority."

You muttered that last part, not thinking he would hear it. You didn't actually mean this, but you were so frustrated at his seemingly lack of commitment towards preparations that you needed to get it out.

"Excuse me?" San said, dropping his fork on the counter.

"Did you just say that I don't think this wedding is a priority?"

"It certainly feels like it. Anytime I bring up wedding stuff, you clam up and avoid the conversation," you remarked, folding your arms.

"Because I thought it would be a compromise. It's like you've already made decisions on the wedding and just want me to go along with them," San gets up from the stool and walks towards the door.

"Where are you going?" you said, going towards him.

"I'm going to hang out with the boys," he responded nonchalantly.

"Of course you are," you muttered.

San didn't even waste his breath, just shutting the door on his way out. You sighed, going back to clean the dishes that were left.

Once finished, you got your yoga mat from the side of the couch and rolled it onto the floor. Hoping to clear your mind for a few hours, you turned your meditation music on, wanting to block out the rest of the world.

Hours had passed, and you had slipped out of your workout attire into something more comfortable. You grabbed your robe from the bathroom closet and put it on, tying the cloth belt around your waist.

San was scrolling through his phone on the bed. He had come home from his afternoon with the guys an hour ago, not speaking a word to you.

The tension was eating you up inside, so you walked towards the bed and made your way next to him.

"Hey," you greeted nervously.

"Hi," San said, turning to the side to look at you.

"So… um… I'm sorry about what I said earlier," you started.

"I shouldn't have said you didn't see the wedding as a priority. I just… want everything to be perfect."

You started fiddling with your fingers and took a deep breath before continuing on.

"My parents… didn't have the happiest of marriages. The loud arguments, the cheating, having to witness all of that was just - " your voice began to crack, and that's when San sat up from the bed and brought you into an embrace.

"It's okay, baby," he soothed.

"My mom deserved a better partner, a better relationship as a whole, and I try to compensate for that with our relationship," you finished.

"I know how much this wedding means to you, but you're going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself to such high standards," San explained.

"You're an amazing woman, and you've been through so much to be able to become the woman I chose to spend the rest of my life with."

"San, I appreciate your words, but sometimes I feel like I can become too much for you. Almost as if I have to try and prove how much I love you to keep you satisfied," you revealed.

"Y/N… never in the entirety of our relationship have I not been satisfied or happy," he assured.

"You've made me a better man, and making a relationship work is a joint effort."

"Your feelings are valid, but if you ever feel that there is some form of miscommunication, you can always come to me," San said, bringing your hands in his and pressing a kiss on them.

"I love you, Y/N. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that earlier," San apologized.

"I have too much respect for you and our relationship to let it go because of our feelings at that moment."

You began to cry tears of happiness, feeling all the love and adoration the man in front of you had for yourself. He brought his thumb up to wipe them away.

"Perfect is boring, my love. Just being with you is enough," San smiled lovingly, showing his signature dimples.

"Choi San, you're my everything," you responded, bringing your hands up to hold his face.

You both lean in close and kiss each other with such palpable affection. San brought his hands down to your waist, pressing his hands firmly against your hips.

"I can't help myself whenever I'm around you, Y/N," San whispered.

"You're so gorgeous, and I can't wait until you're mine forever."

Butterflies formed in your stomach, both from his words and the way he was kissing down your neck. His hands wandered your body some more, grabbing your butt and carefully placing you against the pillows.

San repositioned himself, straddling your body for a moment before becoming eye level with the belt on your robe.

"What is my princess hiding underneath here, huh?" San teased.

San bit his lip, looking at your bashful demeanor, making it his mission to find out what was underneath. He untied the robe hastily, soon looking at the purple lace lingerie on your body.

"Surprise," you whispered out, watching his eyes widen before an all too familiar grin appeared.

"Oh, baby… you don't know what you've gotten yourself into," San said, grazing his hand over your underwear.

His thumb rubbed your sweet spot, causing you to let out soft whimpers until he slid the lace garment to the side. San kissed your slit before diving his tongue inside.

"Fuck! Sannie, that feels so good!" You moaned.

San giggled as a response, continuing to lap you up like his life depended on it. He hummed against your lips, licking your juices and keeping his hands firm on your thigh.

You ran your fingers through his hair and leaned your head back in pleasure.

"I must be doing an amazing job if you're making those sounds, baby," San smiled, taking in your blissed out appearance.

"Y-You could s-say that," you managed to moan out as he continued working wonders with his tongue.

San brought his lips to your bundle of nerves, taking his time to suck it and watch you unravel for him.

"You're about to come, baby? Let it out all for me," San said softly.

"Oh shit! I'm so close!" You screamed out before your orgasm surged through your entire body, causing you to shake underneath your fiancé.

As you came down from your daze, San tapped your shoulder for you to switch positions with him so that you were the one on top this time.

"As much as I would love for you to return the favor, Y/N, I just want to be inside of you," San moaned, gesturing to the noticeable bulge in his sweatpants.

You obliged, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear. His member sprung up and pressed a kiss to the tip before sliding your underwear down.

You guided your slit over his and slid down on him, tilting your head back once you feel him inside of you. San grabbed hold of your hips, watching as you bounced on top of him.

"Yes! Right there!" You moaned.

"Feels so good, baby! Ride it out!" San grunted, letting you control the pace.

He placed his hands behind you, unhooking your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

"I can never get tired of these," San said, fondling your chest.

"Oh yeah? Then how about this?" You stopped grinding on him and moved to jerk his member.

You licked up and down his shaft, taking the tip into your mouth and savoring all of your juices. San thought he'd burst at the sight, but that's when you caught him by surprise.

Taking a hold of his member, you slid it in between your chest and squeezed them snugly together. Your fiancé's eyes began to roll back in pleasure.

"Mmm… they're so soft and pretty. Just like that!" San groaned.

He was leaking from the tip, and you knew he was about to come, so you increased the speed of strokes, paired with the stimulation from your cleavage.

"Y/N, I'm about to come!" San gasped out until the clear liquid oozed out, landing on your chest.

You made a show of sticking your tongue out and lapping up whatever you could reach.

"Did you like that, baby?" You smiled, moving to sit up on your knees.

"I think you know the answer to that," San said, running his fingers through his hair and catching his breath.

You got up and grabbed a washcloth to wipe yourself off as he put the rest of his clothes on. When you returned to the bed, San snuggled up with you and kissed your forehead.

"September 16th." He said abruptly.

"Huh?" You asked.

"That's the date I want to make you mine," he reached out to caress your cheek.

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you couldn't stop picturing what the day would look like.

"Guess I'll have to continue on with finding the dress," you laughed.

"And the flowers, the venue, the cake, the time…" San said, counting his fingers to prove his point.

"You'll be helping me every step of the way, San," you kissed him, getting up once more to go into the shower.

You throw a glance back at San, giggling at his confused expression.

"What?" San questioned.

"Well, aren't you coming in?"

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[kmgkmg]

DAY 1 - KWON SOONYOUNG

word count: 3.0k...

pairing: soonyoung x gn!reader

synopsis: your neighbor soonyoung invites you to a friendly picnic, harmless right?

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, neighbors-to-lovers, choreographer!soonyoung

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: a submission for k-vanity’s idols over flowers event. main flowers: roses x romance and sunflower x comedy, ribbons: black x picnic date. inspired by day 1 by red velvet! first soonyoung fic hehe (everyone cheered) and def one of my favorites i've written thus far!

Soonyoung’s hands were trembling as he prepared to knock on your door. The worst you could do is say no, right? Wrong. The worst you could do is say yes to his invitation and have him be a nervous mess in front of his friends. It was all Jeonghan’s fault, really.

You moved in next door to Soonyoung around seven months ago, but he was still shy around you. He’s unable to live down the embarrassment he experienced because of his first words to you. Simple introductions should be shared between neighbors rather than long-winded ones. So all those months ago he practiced in front of his bathroom mirror around 60 times in order to perfectly say 15 words to you.

Good morning. I’m your next door neighbor, Kwon Soonyoung. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Nice and simple. Yet, when he went outside of his apartment that day, he saw you moving your things in with your friends and decided to greet you later. Later ended up being dinnertime after he heard the chatter and noise die down. He walked over with some paper towel as a harmless housewarming-welcome-to-the-building gift. But what he wasn’t expecting was for you to walk out in your pajamas with a mug full of tea. You gasped out of horror at the fact that you not only spilled on yourself, but also at the fact that you spilled on an unsuspecting stranger’s very nice, very expensive looking white T-shirt. The tea had turned colder than you thought so luckily neither of you were burned, but you both couldn’t stop apologizing to one another.

Soonyoung handed you the paper towel he bought, “I really just meant to come over to greet you, I feel so bad for causing this mess. Please, let me have your clothes dry cleaned.”

You looked down at your clothes, an oversized black hoodie with bleach stains on it from past box dyeing endeavors and baggy gray sweatpants from your high school.

“But aren’t you mad that I spilled on you? I mean that shirt looks like it’s,” You pause to look at the writing on his chest, “oh God, it’s Balenciaga? I mean, I can’t pay it all at once but installments?”

He hurriedly shook his hands, “No, please don’t worry about my clothes! This was a present from my workplace.”

“If you insist. But at least let me pay for your coffee someday, please. I know this is an awful time to say this, but hi. My name’s Y/N L/N and I just moved in next to you,” You bend down to place your mug on the floor and wipe the excess tea off and onto your pants before extending a hand for him to shake.

Now is the time, Soonyoung, you've prepared for this all day.

“Good morning, Kwon Soonyoung I am.”

It’s 8pm, that is anything but morning. Did he just say I am at the end of his sentence?

You tried your best to hide your laugh behind your hand, but it was too late since Soonyoung was already mortified at himself.

“I’m going to go back into my apartment now…” He trailed off, scurrying away before you could say anything else.

You were left standing in front of your door, with spilled tea seeping further and further into your clothes by the minute and holding a roll of paper towel in your hand. That was indeed a memorable first impression of him.

Your apartment complex had occasional community activities as an attempt to create a bond between tenants, but Soonyoung always stuck by the people he knew. Joshua and Jeonghan, who were roommates on the seventh floor and longtime friends of his, always teased Soonyoung for self-proclaiming himself as an introvert when they saw him as anything but one. Yet, his true introverted personality shined whenever he was around you. He hid behind others or found excuses to avoid you. He couldn’t risk making you think he was even more of a fool than your first encounter with him.

You yourself were convinced that he hated you. You spilled tea on his shirt worth hundreds of dollars, anyone would reasonably be pissed. Your fears were only confirmed as he was seemingly doing everything in his power to keep away from you. You tried to approach him several times, but he always kept his distance. One time he even tripped into an ice sculpture, causing it to fall and break during a winter party. It was even more tragic since one of the maintenance people was retiring and the sculpture was of the employee’s face. Soonyoung broke the poor man’s face. Not literally, but it certainly killed the mood of the farewell party. He looked around the room in horror, but when his eyes landed on you he averted his gaze so quickly that you thought he would strain a muscle in his neck.

Still, every time you met on the elevator or in the hallway he would nod and share quick salutations with you. You felt indebted to him over the Balenciaga shirt and would bring him coffee weekly on Mondays to start his week.

Back to the present, Soonyoung bit his lip softly, still contemplating on inviting you. As he reached out his fist to knock on the door, it opened with your surprised expression staring back at him. How did he always manage to time things so impeccably with you?

“Hi Soonyoung!” You beamed after regaining your composure after the initial surprise.

He was speechless, well aware that you probably thought he was a weirdo for staring at you without saying anything. How could you be so radiant? Your smile was brighter than the sun, at least to him.

You raised an eyebrow, “Soonyoung?”

“S-sorry! Um, some other tenants and I are having a picnic at Fallin’ Flower Botanical Garden and…well…would you like to come?” He handed you an invitation that his coworker Minghao designed for the occasion.

You looked down at the invitation, smiling softly at it. You weren’t necessarily smiling over being invited, plenty of other tenants invited you to events, but you were smiling because Soonyoung was inviting you. Maybe he didn’t resent you after all. You were engrossed in your own thoughts, oblivious to his growing restlessness since you technically hadn’t said a yes or no.

“There’s also going to be some of our coworkers and friends, about ten people so far. It’s really low-stakes, but we are handing out the invitations a month in advance so you have time to decide if you wanna go,” He explains in more detail.

“It sounds like fun! Thank you for inviting me,” You made sure your gratitude was known by giving him a brief hug. He froze, something that you assumed was because you made a move in your friendship too quickly. But in actuality, he was freaking out.

The weeks leading up to the picnic you made more of an effort to make conversation with him. Your job had flexible hours as long as you clocked over 30 hours weekly, your manager was satisfied. Therefore, it was easy to cater to Soonyoung’s time.

You went to Jeonghan to ask for more details about Soonyoung's schedule, something which he eagerly revealed to you. It made you wonder why, but you didn’t question it too much. You would bring up the most cliche questions, from ‘What should I bring?’ to ‘Have you noticed the snow melting lately?’. Soonyoung was a bit surprised that he would run into you way more by chance lately, but he didn’t mind it. He looked forward to your conversations, it was a way for him to energize himself before or after working on new choreographies with his dance crew at work.

You also enjoyed talking to him, he was still your clumsy neighbor, but he was also extremely funny and caring.

After Jeonghan shared Soonyoung’s schedule with you, he would notice you and Soonyoung were completely focused on each other. Whether he was checking his mail, walking to and from the parking lot, or on the elevator, he tried to make it his mission to periodically see how you guys were progressing. Your and Soonyoung’s ambiguous relationship became the central topic of Jeonghan and Joshua’s nightly gossip. Soon enough they got the rest of the people invited to the picnic to go along with the plan that Jeonghan had concocted.

Soonyoung and you planned to meet in the parking lot where he would drive the two of you to the garden. The rest of the group, Soonyoung informed you, would be meeting the two of you at the garden. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror of your bedroom one last time, paying attention to the dark wash jeans and light green shirt you chose to wear. The invitation didn’t specify a dress code and Soonyoung never gave you a theme, so you thought the outfit fit spring well. You slid on your white sneakers, locked your door, and headed down to meet him.

The parking lot was pretty vacant since it was the early afternoon on a Sunday and people usually were still lounging in their homes at this time. You spotted Soonyoung’s car and picked up your pace to head over to the passenger’s side. Knocking on the window, Soonyoung jumped from the sudden noise before turning and seeing you waving at him. He waved back with a smile adorn on his face before unlocking the door.

You got into the car, noticing his attire of a tan suit with a patterned tie to match, “I didn’t know the dress code was so formal, can you give me a second to change?”

Soonyoung’s smile dramatically becomes a frown, “No! I mean, you can change if you want but you look shining how you are right now. You always look good, Y/N.”

Feeling shy at his words, you get into the car holding the wicker basket full of food you prepared, “Thank you, Soonyoung. Where should I put this…?”

“Oh, here! Let me put it in the back seat,” He offered, grabbing the basket and putting it beside the tote bag that you could see had food containers packed in it as well.

In the car, you were conversing with Soonyoung as usual. The garden was about a 50 minute drive from the apartment complex and you occupied yourselves accordingly. Soonyoung had texted you a playlist link about two days in advance and you had added some songs, making it a shared playlist. Another reason you liked him was because of his music taste, he seemed to know a wide range of music, and was really open to listening to all genres.

About halfway into the drive, his phone pings loudly, indicating that he received a text message.

“Sorry, would you mind reading the text I just got for me?” He asks cautiously.

You stopped playing with the rings you decided to accessorize with earlier. He was holding out his phone for you to take.

“There’s one text from Jeonghan,” You notify him, waiting for his approval to continue.

“Okay, what does it say?” He inquires, looking through his side mirror before switching lanes.

You continue, “None of us are able to make it anymore because Minghao put the wrong date on the invitations we handed out. You have fun with Y/N though, and then…there’s a winky face emoji and the cat kissing emoji?”

His ears turn red as you describe the emojis. Yoon Jeonghan, you are the devil incarnate.

Your mind starts spiraling, “Oh no, do I make them uncomfortable?”

“No, no! It’s not that!” Soonyoung fervently denies.

“There isn’t any other explanation for why your friends wouldn’t tag along I mean-” You persist.

“Y/N-”

“They were all on board until you said I was coming in the groupchat, that definitely means they hate me-”

“Y/N,” Soonyoung attempts again. He turns down the radio playing a pop song, “They didn’t come as a way to support me.”

“Support you?”

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to think if he should tell you of the conversation he had with Jeonghan and Joshua days ago. He could tell you were looking at him expectantly through the corner of his eye, time to spill the beans.

“They said that we like each other, crazy right?”

Silence followed, with you turning your gaze back to the road in front of you. Soonyoung had to save this atmosphere, but before he knew it he was telling you everything.

“Honestly, I have thought you were cute since I first saw you moving in. With each of our conversations, I only came to like you more and more, but I don’t mean to make this awkward! I know we’re only neighbors-turned-friends and I don’t want to ruin our friendship, so don’t worry I’ll get over my crush eventually.”

More silence…

“You don’t have to get over your crush on me,” You stated, thinking back at the past month and how you have grown a deep fondness for your neighbor.

Soonyoung’s head whipped towards you, “Does that mean?”

You grinned at him, “Yeah, I like you too.”

He tried his best to drive safely and maintain the speed limit but it was a nearly impossible mission for him. How could he contain his excitement over the person he likes returning his feelings?!

You arrived at Fallin’ Flower Botanical Garden a little past noon and luckily there were plenty of spots to sit down at. The garden was even more beautiful than the pictures online. It was the start of spring, yet everything was either blooming or in full bloom. Roses, honeysuckles, cosmos, daisies, tulips, daffodils, mugunghwas, and so much more were growing throughout the place. The various vibrant hues mixed with the luscious green grass left you in awe.

Soonyoung had brought a pastel tiger-patterned blanket to sit on, something that made you only like him more because of his stubbornness in identifying with the animal.

You had sat down next to a pond where there were ducks and their ducklings swimming about and the weather was temperate. After about 20 minutes, you could tell Soonyoung was antsy.

“Sorry, I need to go find the bathroom real quick!” Soonyoung excused himself. He slid on his shoes, not even bothering to put the shoes fully on his heels before running off to find the nearest restroom.

Leaving you alone, you opened your phone and scrolled through the notifications you had missed. Opening TikTok, you looked at a video your best friend Seokmin had sent you. It was his attempt at a new dance challenge, with your mutual friend Seungkwan. You placed the phone down on the blanket, trying to follow the hand motions your friends were doing. You were never the most coordinated person and you only found yourself growing more and more frustrated at the lack of ability in doing the dance correctly.

Soonyoung headed back to your spot in the garden, it was easy to find since you decided to sit by the roses. He saw you from afar…dancing? He watched silently for a while more before approaching your blanket.

“Are you trying to dance to the new song Eric Nam released?”

It was your turn to be startled since you were completely unaware he had come back, “Y-yeah, my friends sent me a TikTok dancing to it and I have never been good at these challenges so I just tried it to kill the time. I can’t do it though.”

He admires your hard work, with your hair slightly messy from dancing.

“What if I taught you?” He proposes.

“You know the dance?”

“Well it’s a bit embarrassing to admit but I actually created the choreography with my dance crew for Eric Nam,” He confesses.

“How is that embarrassing? That’s so cool!” You respond, “Please teach me, it would be an honor.”

“Well first you place your feet like this…” He instructs, getting into the proper position to teach.

Out of breath you both sat back down on the blanket, “That was so much fun, but I definitely worked up an appetite!”

“Well there’s this bakery where they make the bread vegetable shaped but then they actually taste like the vegetables! My friend Mingyu works there so I got a discount and got to skip the lines,” Soonyoung shows off the first item in his tote bag.

“No way, I’ve been wanting to get some bread from there! And you got the sweet pumpkin bread? That’s the one I’ve been wanting to try the most. They all look delicious, Soonyoung,” You rambled.

Because of your reaction, Soonyoung was proud of his purchase.

You went on to explain the first thing you brought, “I made chocolate cupcakes with strawberries dipped in white chocolate. The chocolate was mixed with orange food coloring so hopefully you can see since the strawberries were placed on top of the cupcakes,”

“They resembled carrots sprouting out of dirt,” Soonyoung finishes.

“Exactly, that was the plan!”

You both continued to show off the variety of food you brought, eating only a fraction of it since you both planned on way more people coming. After a few more hours of relaxing, the sun was starting to set and you decided to head back.

“Time is too precious, I wanna see you again tomorrow,” Soonyoung pouts on the drive back.

“We’re going to see each other anyway! Mondays are the days I bring you coffee, remember?” You remind him, reaching out to hold his hand he had resting on his leg.

“Oh, you’re right! But let me buy us coffee tomorrow, I am your boyfriend after all,” He squeezed your hand softly, with a warm smile to accompany it.

“So, Soonyoung, today is the first day of us dating?”

He brought your hand up to his face, with his hand still entangled with yours. Placing a soft kiss on your hand, he nodded, “Day one of forever.”

[sanjoongie]

What doesn’t kill you, makes you stone

🐍my submission for the spring event Idols over Flowers held by @kvanity-main

🐍My Bouquet~ Main flower: Marigold x hurt comfort, Roses x romance, Freesia x supernatural  Supporting Flower: wax flower x tattoo parlor  Greenery: lily grass x s2l Ribbon: band of cord x magical creatures

🐍Pairing: Tattoo Artist! Jongho x Medusa! Reader (f) 🐍Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff 🐍Au: Tattoo Artist au, Modern Mythological au 🐍Warning: mentions of mental abuse, depression, toxic ex, oral (f receiving), fingering, breast play, marking, penetrative sex practicing safe sex with a condom, public sex in a private spot, f and m orgasm 🐍Rating: +18 MDNI 🐍Word Count: 4,399 🐍Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a gal could have

You met Jongho on the worst day of your life. It was raining, you were alone and heartbroken. Why did you even try to hope for happiness at this point? You were pretty sure you were born to suffer. 

You sat there on a stone bench in the park you used to love, letting the rain and your tears fall. You thought, ironically so, perhaps you might live like this; like a statue in the park. You wondered if moss would grow over you, or were you that despicable of a creature that even moss would reject you?

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes raised slowly, unsure why anyone would see you and think to ask what you were doing. "I'm contemplating my existence. Do I look like something moss would grow on?"

The man in front of you stares at you, blinking droplets of the rain off his eyelashes and then bursts into laughter. "What kind of question is that?"

You felt something stir in your chest and you hissed at it rearing it's head. The brunet in front of you cocked his head curiously. "I'm sorry to laugh at you, I just truly didn't expect you to say that."

Your eyes dropped back to the ground. "Thanks."

You expected the stranger to leave but instead he sat down beside you. The rain ran down his leather jacket like it had a destination. "I like to sit in the rain too. Kinda washes everything from you, doesn't it? Not literally, you know. But metaphorically."

Your throat tightened and you found that you couldn't speak, but you had to warn this kind-intentions man that you were dangerous. "It's not good to be around me when I'm emotional. That's why I'm here in the park. You should go."

The man leaned back on the stone bench, his palms bracing himself. "I've been cut by words before; I think I'll be safe."

You shook your head. You felt the wrap around your hair slip and you yanked it back into place, making sure the bobby pins were securely in place. "Not words."

"Well," The stranger said with amusement coating his voice, "I dunno if you've checked me out or not, but I'm not sure you'd be able to hit me or hurt me."

This time you couldn't help but laugh at the man. The laughter pulled from your throat in a bitter bark. "I'm a Gorgon," You admitted.

You waited for the silence to swallow you whole but the pitter-patter of the rain around you was reassuring, in an odd way. And then the man said, "Have you ever turned someone to stone?"

The question took all the air from your lungs and you could feel your pulse in your mouth. No one had ever… asked you that before. They always assumed you had. "No."

You turned to this stranger, bewildered. He was sporting a curious look himself towards you. "Then why would you assume you would hurt me?"

"I…" Your words died in your mouth. Everything felt like ash in there. "It's what I'm born to do? I can turn people to stone. Aren't you afraid of me?"

This man stared at you like with a miniscule smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes were solid and challenging. "Do you know how sad you look here, on this bench, letting the rain drench you? Believe you me, I'm not afraid of you."

Your walls threw themselves up out of pure instinct to protect your self that was about to become vulnerable. "Well, you should be. You just don't know any better."

The stranger sighed and stood up. Finally! He got the message and was leaving. You slowly let yourself sink back into the stupor you were in before you were interrupted. Then you felt something warm sit on your shoulders and your head yanked upwards.

"I'm Jongho, the guy that's adopting you. My shop isn't far down the road. Come to work with me. I hear the buzzing from a tattoo shop is pretty soothing. Come get warm and dry and drink some water. I'm sure you'll feel better after a bit."

Jongho held out his hand and when you didn't take it, he wiggled his fingers invitingly. He had put his leather jacket over your head and shoulders and it was so fucking warm that you thought perhaps it was melting your cold heart as well in this moment. 

Somehow you managed to take Jongho's hand and he took you back to his shop. You were actually slightly disappointed when he took his hand back. He walked with his hands shoved in his front pockets, chattering about a design he was working on and a difficult client. Before you realized what was happening, you were in front of the shop. 

You were given the chance to flee. All you had to do was give Jongho his jacket and make your way back to your empty apartment. But you were clinging to this warm feeling that this well-worn leather jacket was giving to you; you really didn't want to leave it behind.

Jongho pushed open the door and held it open, still inviting you inside. "I've got coffee. It's not amazing but it's hot. Let me guess, you like it black, like your soul?"

You scoffed at his sarcasm. Clearly Jongho didn't believe that you were bad at all and was mocking you now. "Lots of sugar please, and cream."

You ducked under his arm and entered the tattoo shop. It wasn't large and it certainly wasn't modern. It sported a lot of dark wood and only two chairs. But it had greenery and felt like the person who owned this shop loved it. So immediately you felt your shoulders ease and your hands unclench. 

You had sat primly in one of the waiting chairs but when Jongho came back from making coffee for you both, he rolled his eyes. "Come sit on a chair back here. Unless you plan on turning me to stone. Then I'd rather you let me get settled at least. I don't want to be known as the statue that eternally holds coffee cups."

You stayed where you were but not because of what Jongho said. You felt that if you took the steps to go behind the counter, you could never truly come back to this other side. If you took that cup from Jongho, you would be accepting his comfort. You really shouldn't be doing anything of the sort, with the remnants of your heart on the floor. But you decided to be selfish, for once. Jongho's shop gave you the inner strength to do that.

Since that day in the park, you became a regular at Jongho's shop. You weren't the type of regular that got tattoos, but Jongho had been right, the buzzing of the tattoo guns was quite soothing. Jongho rarely had two customers, so that second seat became a second home. You talked to Jongho about everything under the sun and then some of the things hidden at the bottom of the ocean. It didn't matter if Jongho was tattooing, if he was cleaning up, or if he was working on a sketch, he always seemed to be thoughtful in his words. You grew used to his lilting voice breaking up the dullness of your day. 

A few weeks later and you still avoided your apartment but that was because you wanted to spend all the time at Jongho's shop. You started little habits of taking care of his plants, adjusting them to make sure they sat in the right amount of sun. Jongho had been overwatering them but soon you were able to coax them back to life. 

It was surprisingly much later when Jongho approached you about you getting a tattoo yourself. He was closing shop up one night, the keys still jingling in the door, when he turned and dropped the question.

"So, when are you going to let me tattoo you?" He asked, those calm of his neither demanding nor intrusive. He simply wanted to know.

"Jongho," You started hesitantly.

"--don't feed me that bullshit about me being in danger again," Jongho made sure to cut you off firmly.

"Jongho, please, I'm dead serious. I don't know how I'll react? These aren't silly superstitions. I don't want to--"

You cut yourself off this time. You didn't want to risk Jongho. He was the only good thing in your life right now.

Jongho ran a frustrated hand through his hair, sighing loudly, making sure you knew how unhappy he was. "I don't believe you. You'd never hurt me."

You find that you can't breathe and your eyes burn insanely. You turn quickly, again, instinct to shy away from harming someone with your emotions. "Jongho, don't. My snakes might really turn this time."

Jongho laughed, disappointment bobbing like bubbles in the air. "Fine. But for the record, I think it would help you heal."

"Inflicting pain on myself would help me heal?" You burst out in disbelief, without thought of where the verbal daggers would land.

Jongho visibly flinched and you regretted your words immediately. "I'm sorry I said anything," He mumbled and then left.

That night you tossed and turned and your heart was heavy with the wounds that you had created with your careless thoughts. You had lived and loved someone who had done the same to you for years. And when they left you in the fear that the intense emotions they elicited out of you would kill them, you thought that was the end of you. You swore you would never make someone feel that way. And yet here you were.

The next morning, you arrived at Jongho's shop with two iced americanos and a solid feeling of determination in your chest. "I want a tattoo, Jongho," You announced.

Jongho pushed aside the curtain that separated the shop and the backroom, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But yesterday you said…"

"I know what I said," You admitted softly. You put down the glasses on his front counter and moved behind them. "I was wrong. Let's try your way. My way isn't working. I want a tattoo."

Jongho's smile was slow to push his cheeks to the side. "Okay, well, I've got some sketches started, let me find my book."

"No," You insisted gently, "I know what I want."

You grabbed a pen and wrote down your future tattoo on Jongho’s sketchbook: What doesn’t kill you, makes you stone.

Jongho read the text and then stared at you, blinking profusely. "Hey--"

You shook your head. "No Jongho, I'm reminding myself that I am strong now. I'm not weak. I'm the stone. I'm not going to turn anyone into stone. You taught me that."

A hesitant smile bloomed on Jongho's face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," You agreed, his smile infectious.

"Then will you listen to me some more?" Jongho pushed.

"About what?"

"You should let me kiss you."

You waited for people to pop out of the doors and yell "Got Ya!" but it never happened. 

"You want to kiss me?"

Jongho fidgeted with his fingers. "For a while now."

"Define a while."

"Since the bench. I just had the urge to kiss that sad look off your face. Obviously I'd never kiss a stranger but--"

Your skin began to tingle. It traveled from your sides up your neck and into your scalp. You worried about the big emotion causing your hair to transition and your hands flew to your wrap instinctively. 

"Hey, hey." Jongho's hands went over your own and he leveled his head so that your gaze went straight to his. "You're okay. I'm sorry. I didn't want to overwhelm you."

Your eyes dropped to the floor as well. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to worry when you just want to tell me you liked me."

"I'm not worried about me!" Jongho admonished you, "I'm worried about you!"

Your lip began to tremble and you allowed your eyes to meet Jongho's. "Why do you worry about me so much Jongho?"

"I--"

The bells Jongho tied to the door of his shop rang merrily and interrupted Jongho immediately. He gave you a gentle smile and then went to deal with his next appointment. You moved to the back of the tattoo shop, finding toilet paper in the bathroom and started to mop up the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes. You managed to calm yourself and helped clean up the shop a little bit. You made sure Jongho had his supplies ready for his next appointment. You settled into a safe conversation about house plants with Jongho's client and all was back to normal. 

When the client left, Jongho gathered up his sketch book. "Can I… do you trust me to choose the font for you?"

Your eyebrows shot up on your brow in surprise. "You want to do that?"

Jongho shot you a gummy smile that made your heart flop again. "You're letting me do your first tattoo. I'm so excited. I have something in my head and I want to give it a try. And you can say no even after I draft it. But I promise you, you'll love it."

You mulled over it. Your first tattoo were your words and they meant a lot to you but to know that Jongho's art was on your skin… that made it feel even more special than its original intentions. Yes, you wanted to heal, but you also wanted to move on. This felt like a good step, right?

"I wanna try Jongho," You agreed shyly.

Jongho cupped your face so tenderly you felt like you were going to break in his hands. "Please, say you'll let me kiss you now. I had to do that whole session thinking of how I missed my opportunity."

Your skin began to tingle again but you whispered. "Kiss me, Jongho."

Jongho carefully but eagerly pressed his lips to yours. When you didn't jolt out of his grasp, he sucked your bottom lip between his own and you almost moaned into his mouth. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips but still he kissed you, tenderly but with hunger. You could feel Jongho's muscles strain as he held himself back, your hands running slowly up his chest. Jongho released your lips, forehead pressed to yours. "If you keep doing that I'm going to have to shut down the shop."

You're so touch-starved. The feeling of Jongho's soft lips against yours, the way his thumb continued to stroke your cheek, were measured wacks like an ax to the tree that was your defenses. "Shut the shop down then," You said bravely. It was time to be kind to yourself, for once.

Jongho's hands slid up your thighs, cupped them and hauled you up his body. With one hand firmly under your bottom, he walked to the door, locked it and turned his open sign off. He then propped you up against the chair in which he typically saw clients and kissed you some more. 

While your lips met again and again, it was Jongho's turn to explore your body. His hands ran up and down your arms, murmuring that you were so very soft. Then the back of his fingers admired your collarbones and he decided that his lips needed to kiss those parts as well. While he sucked and bit down on your collarbones, his fingers braved your sides. His hands halted just below your breasts, hands cupping your ribs and thumb oh-so-close to your breast.

You moaned for Jongho. "Please, please."

It took no further prompting from Jongho to unbutton your blouse, push the cups of your bra upwards and soon he had two reverent handfuls of your breasts. His eyes flickered upwards to check on you and when he saw your pupils blown and your lips parted slightly to keep up with your heavy breathing, he then curled his tongue around one of your nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He did the same to the other and you practically melted in his hands. 

"Jong-jongho," You panted.

He hummed knowingly, eyes swinging back up to look at you as he gently kissed the mound of one of your breasts. A thumb passed over your other nipple and you had to gasp at the sudden feeling. "So sensitive for me, angel, huh?"

"So good," You couldn't help but whimper.

"I've got to taste you," Jongho swore to himself. He began to kiss down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach. 

"Wait, Jongho," You boldly put a hand on his fingers before he undid your pants.

"What's wrong?" Jongho shot up a concerned looked to you.

You had to stare at one of the potted plants in the shop instead of at Jongho. "This is so embarrassing," you muttered, "I didn't shave."

Jongho let out a throaty chuckle. "If you think that's going to scare me off, you're sorely mistaken."

You bit down on your lip when you gave him a sharp nod to tell him he could continue. Jongho eagerly unbuttoned your pants and soon had you shimmying out of them. He groaned at the black lace underwear you had on. But soon he had those peeled off as well and settled both of your legs over his shoulders. 

The only way you would be able to describe Jongho's pussy-eating technique would be as if he was making out with your cunt. The way he played with you with his lips and tongue and teeth was like nothing you had ever experienced. He didn't hold himself back with careful, measured strokes with his tongue but rather, he delved and teased and made your body hot with lust. Soon your hands were diving into his hair and your hips were thrusting in the air ardently. 

Jongho chuckled deeply in your cunt again, causing nice vibrations against your clit and that made your hips jerk upwards. He pulled his face from your cunt, the bottom half of his face smeared with your slick and said, "Someone's looking for their climax."

"I-it's been a while," You admitted.

Jongho growled when you told him that. "Well, we have to remedy that, don't we angel? Better double up, huh?"

"Double?" You asked in disbelief.

"Double," Jongho confirmed.

He went to work, licking your clit with careful flicks of his tongue and he began to introduce one finger into your hole. You moaned at the intrusion, spreading your legs and throwing your head back. The dual sensation was amazing. Then when you felt a second finger enter you, your head snapped back up. Jongho's strong stare met your own. He was devouring the way your chest heaved and your eyebrows furrowed for him. 

His gaze never broke as he coaxed you through one of your two promised orgasms. He lazily pumped his fingers in and out of you, careful not to overstimulate your clit and simply let you ride the wave of pleasure. "That's it, angel, enjoy it all."

You whined through it all, a layer of sweat clearly coating your body now. "Jongho?"

"Mmm, angel?" Jongho had been running his hands up and down your thighs in reassurance.

"Do you have a condom?"

You watched with slitted eyes as Jongho reached into his back pocket and brandished a purple shiny packet.

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. "Have you fucked clients before?"

Jongho smiled slightly and didn't answer but instead warmed up the condom in his hand before rolling it down his length, having pushed his pants and underwear past his balls already. You were pretty sure you had never seen something so hot before: his muscled and tattooed arms framing his body as he practiced safe sex. 

His lower half came flush with your body. Jongho pushed down his dick so that it laid against your wet cunt. A hand went around your hip and adjusted the angle of your leg around his waist. "I'm gonna make you come so hard around my cock, I'm not even going to apologize, angel. Gonna make you feel so damn good."

Jongho finally pushed inside of you and your walls automatically clenched around his length, making him bite down on his bottom lip. "Shit, angel, you're so tight. Fuck."

You tossed your head back again, arms behind you to support you. "So…so full," you moaned.

"Yeah, do I fill you up?" Jongho prompted.

"Jongho," You cried out when he was inside of you full hilt. 

Jongho watched as he pulled back his hips and made tentative body rolls between your thighs. You choked on air and had to dig your nails into his shoulders. You were whimpering, watching his dick move in and out of you. He just felt so good; so solid and present and radiating good vibes. You felt your skin truly settle and for a moment, you believed that your snakes would never come out as long as you had Jongho on your side.

"Okay still?" Jongho checked in on you, your comfortability first and foremost on his mind.

"So good," You groaned.

Jongho kicked it up a notch, fucking you with a firmer pace, making his balls slapped against you. Your breath caught in the back of your throat and you started to chant "yeah, yeah, yeah", feeling your nipples pucker as lust curled in your stomach.

"Come on, angel, come for me. Fall apart for me, hmm, do it for me. Wanna see you come undone in my chair, yeah? Fuck, this pussy, it's mine now, do you hear me? Only I can do this for you. All for you."

You came with a desperate cry and your muscles froze as your nerves were painted with pleasure once again. "Jongho!"

"That's right, angel, that's me fucking you good," Jongho murmured into the air.

It wasn't long before Jongho came as your pussy fluttered around his cock. He buried himself deeply inside of you and unloaded into the condom. He grunted, scrunching up his nose and sighing happily, riding out his own orgasm.

"Jongho?" You called tentatively for him.

His eyes snapped to yours. "Are you okay?"

"Jongho…" You felt your lips tremble and tears begin to prick your eyes. "I don't think anyone has fucked me like that. I…" You let out a shuddering breath, "I think I might love you?"

Jongho laughed, a happy noise. "Well that's good. I thought I was going to have to hold off telling you that for a while."

"Huh?" You said, suddenly feeling very gobsmacked.

"Oh I love you with every fiber of my being, angel," Jongho admitted.

And there went your tears. "You love me?"

"I love you so much I'd shut down my tattoo shop if that meant I could spend every day in between these legs of yours," Jongho grinned and you smacked his chest. "What? Just saying. It kills me when we have to separate when I close down shop."

"Should I…" You licked your lips nervously, "Should I move out?"

Now it was Jongho's turn to be shocked. "And leave behind the toxic apartment that only reminds you of your ex? Yes please?"

After the sex, things shifted between you and Jongho. It was like it was the final red tape taken down around the crime scene that was your broken heart. Sex shouldn't have healed it, but if anything proved to you that Jongho was in love with you, it was his willingness to get close to you and to touch you. 

You spent the next week planning your tattoo. You had decided to get it where you could always see it. You needed to be able to read them and be reminded of what you had gone through and what you were capable of moving forward. One half of Jongho's beautiful calligraphy on one inner forearm and the other adjacent from it. 

The day your first appointment came, it felt odd to be the one in the chair who Jongho was working on. You had always watched on as Jongho tattooed someone, the dull buzz of the tattoo gun always making you feel comfortable. But now, Jongho in his nitrile black gloves and needle poised to press to your skin, it made you feel different.

"Nervous?" Jongho asked as he set the stencil against your skin.

"Actually, I think I might be excited," You admitted.

Jongho laughed, a gummy smile appearing and brightening up your day. "I love that."

The two of you chattered back and forth as Jongho started on your tattoo. The pain was manageable and eventually faded in the background as you talked to Jongho about cereal flavors and the preferred method of cuddling. The time passed by in measurements of Jongho's soft, comforting voice and his hands inching down your arm, holding it aloft to tattoo you. 

True to Jongho's words, you did feel healed after getting your tattoo. Although Jongho had a heavy hand in your healing, the words that you had chosen etched in your skin meant everything to you. Whatever scars you had from your ex had long healed and were replaced with the curling words that represented your life. 

You may turn others into stone if you were agitating enough, or maybe that was just a tale passed onto other humans because being threatened to have your head cut off might have come off as 'agitated' to them, but you felt like the one turned into stone. Not of the sad and neglected statue type of stone that you had hoped would grow moss like that fateful day you had met Jongho, but of bedrock. Bedrock that was a foundation for you to build your true life up. For the life you had with your ex, who flinched at your stare and jolted out of your touch, was not a life.

Jongho winked at you while working on a pokemon sleeve, old japanese art style. Since you had moved in, he had got one of his tattoo artist friends to give him a tattoo of a snake intertwining his collarbones. He said that you were so intertwined with his life that it felt good to have the same represented on his skin. 

You no longer believed you were born to suffer; you now believed in happiness.

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Sciamachy

Sciamachy (n.) - a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow

Pairing: Jung Hoseok (BTS) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Secret Agent AU, Fake Marriage AU, e2l, Romance, Angst, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: mentions of smuggling, going undercover, somewhat forced marriage, some cursing, smut, usage of toys, masturbating, fingering, humping, cum shot, aftercare, mentions of cheating, talks about illegal stuff, kissing; Wordcount: 5.741; Project: Idols over Flowers event by @k-vanity​ 

Bouquet: Roses (romance) and violets (angst) and a hint of lavender (crime and mystery) with elderflower (fake dating), amaranthus (marriage and co.) and thistle (own au a.k.a secret agent) as supporting flowers and cordyline (e2l) and silver dollar eucalyptus (only one bed) as greenery.

Summary: It needed just one glance and you knew you had to be aware of Hoseok, wanting to avoid him at all costs. Hadn’t it been for your boss revealing to you that Hoseok would be your partner during a big mission from now on. So now you were married to an agent, who seemingly tried to avoid you as much as you wanted to avoid him.

The moving truck stopped in front of one of the many similar looking houses in the suburbs. You heard the door of the driver side open and close again, yet you stayed rooted on the passenger seat with a distant gaze.

Trees lined along the street, all of them with the exact same distance to the next. No trash could be found on the street or the sidewalks. Kids rode their bicycles in the distance while others played hopscotch on the sidewalk, laughing and cheering.

You turned your head to the side, staring out of the window to your new home. Lush green bushes almost hid the pristine white fence surrounding the neatly kept lawn. A straight path led up to the porch and to the evenly white front of the house.

The dream for every newly wed couple.

So lost in thoughts you barely noticed how the door of the passenger side got opened and Hoseok stepped into your view, smiling brightly. You blinked a few times to focus on him, silently waiting for him to say something.

“Honey, don’t just sit there. Come out and look at the house.” He offered you one hand to help you out of the moving truck, showing the ever loving husband.

It took everything within you to keep the scowl from your face, instead nodding shortly and getting out of the truck with his help. You struggled to keep the facade of the doting wife - at least towards him. Yet the higher ups decided you two would make the perfect newly wed couple for this mission.

You grabbed a vase from the back of the moving truck and walked towards the front door of the house, only half aware of everything around you as your mind constantly drifted back to the day you learned about the mission.

~~~

You impatiently thrummed your fingertips on the table top. After you got called to the unscheduled meeting, you immediately got out of your work space and rushed to the room. Apparently not all participants had the same work ethic as you, taking their time to finally arrive.

The scowl on your face only deepened when Hoseok waltzed into the room with a bright smile - not even apologising for being late. Ever since he started working at the agency - excelling at absolutely everything with ease - you couldn’t stand him. His ever so cheery persona kind of spooked you and you just knew you had to be careful around him. One of the reasons you stayed clear of him unless absolutely necessary.

“Wonderful! Everyone’s here now!” Your boss clapped in his hands and motioned to the slide show he prepared, briefing everyone in the room about the situation.

A smuggler ring had settled down in the suburbs of your city, using the appearance of a happy family to hide their illegal business. 

Due to this - quite effective way - the agency had barely any intel on the smuggler ring. Most of the information your boss showed felt more like guesses than proven facts. Therefore he had decided to start an undercover mission, hoping to get a lot more intel with this.

~~~

You stopped in front of the porch, staring up at the house with an empty expression. Even if you were a true newly wed couple you’d probably still dislike the house and garden with absolutely zero uniqueness to any of the other homes on this street.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Hoseok asked you as he stepped next to you, wrapping an arm around your middle and planting a kiss on your cheek. He leaned down to your ear and pulled you closer into his side. “The neighbours are watching”, he murmured - his tone of voice suddenly ice cold, “at least try to act like you’re excited to move here.”

You raised one hand to cup his cheek and turned around in his hold, plastering a sickly sweet smile on your lips. “Can’t your wife be too stunned with this dreamlike change?”

You felt the tick of a muscle in his jaw as his cold eyes ever so slightly narrowed. He stared at you for a moment longer before his cheery persona took over again. Hoseok squeezed you once more and let you go, running back to the moving truck to get more stuff.

Your eyes followed him until he got hidden by the truck. Only then you felt able to breathe again, turning back to the house. You didn’t bother checking who of the neighbours had been watching as you walked towards the house, opening the door and vanishing inside.

With every house looking identical on this street, you thought the layout would be pretty much the same as well. You wandered around the empty rooms, making mental notes of doors and windows. 

While you roamed the house more agents dressed as workers from a moving company arrived. They helped Hoseok carry all the boxes and furniture into the house. You didn’t have to tell them where to bring all the stuff since everything got decided prior at the meeting.

You neither bothered pretending to guide the workers, choosing to go to the top floor instead. You walked to a window inside the master bedroom, silently observing the area. 

Two men came out of the house to your right, chatting with each other and even waving towards Hoseok, who carried another box into the house. He stopped and placed the box on the ground, greeting them as well. You watched them having a short conversation before they continued to be on their way.

Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Except for a parking ticket here and there they had nothing suspicious about them. At least on paper.

You turned your attention to your left after hearing a dog bark. A man with a brown toy poodle walked down the sidewalk. The second he noticed the moving truck a scowl settled on his face. He stopped momentarily in front of the house next door, eyeing the workers with suspicion. His gaze wandered to your house until his eyes landed on you.

Unsure what to do, you simply stood there meeting his eyes. Only after Hoseok came out of the house again and greeted him, did he look away. He didn’t greet back though and simply walked into his home, shutting the door behind him.

Except for his profession as a piano teacher and him having a dog, you knew nothing about Min Yoongi. Though this little encounter made you aware of being especially careful around him.

Lastly you turned your attention to the house opposite of yours. The target. You couldn’t see the lawn due to the trees that aligned the street and except for the windows on the ground floor all had drawn curtains, which would make observing quite hard.

According to your information, three people lived in that house. Kim Namjoon and his husband Kim Seokjin as well as his cousin Kim Taehyung, who frequently stayed over but had his own residence somewhere else.

“Any intel already?”

You jumped slightly, surprised Hoseok showed up behind you. “Not really”, you mumbled and shook your head, continuing to stare out of the window, “just to be careful around Min Yoongi. He noticed me up here.”

Hoseok hummed and stepped next to you, checking the surroundings for himself. “The Kims won’t make it easy for us, huh? Any idea how to get to them?”

“Once the agents leave we go to our neighbours and introduce ourselves with presents.” You sighed and turned to Hoseok. “Should we be able to enter their houses we need to hide a wiretap.”

Hoseok raised one of his eyebrows questioningly. “All of their houses?”

You nodded with a roll of your eyes. “Obviously. This is a neighbourhood and unless they are incredibly dense then they know what’s happening here.”

“Were you always that distrusting towards others?”

Without giving him an answer you pushed Hoseok aside, walking past him and back down to the ground floor. The last agents cleared out, nodding shortly towards you and Hoseok, who had followed you quietly.

“Guess, it’s showtime.” 

You rolled your eyes again and grabbed the little gifts the agency prepared, heading towards your main target: the Kims.

~~~

You had hoped the mission would have been done and dealt with within a few weeks or months at best but your hopes dwindled every time - especially after living with Hoseok for over six months already.

Outside of the house you two still presented the lovey-dovey newly wed couple but behind closed doors the atmosphere between you two resembled the tundra during its coldest season.

At least you became close friends with Jimin, Jungkook and Jin. Your little group would often meet up to chit chat or gossip and sometimes even Taehyung joined those meetings.

You also knew for a fact that Hoseok had become good friends with your neighbour Yoongi, often conversing with him from the porch during the evening.

The only person with no progress was Namjoon. Neither you nor Hoseok were able to get close to him, meaning you two were also unable to get more information about him. Though you had to admit you didn’t get much intel about the others as well.

They truly seemed like normal people living in the suburbs and some mommy drama was their highlight of the week.

“So, when will it be your turn, love?” 

You blinked several times, trying to process Jin’s question while Jimin and Jungkook stared at you with eyes as large as saucers. “Wha- What do you mean? When will what be my turn?”

“Be the main focus of our weekly mommy drama review.” Jin’s plump lips stretched into a smug grin as he raised an eyebrow. His gaze wandered down to your stomach and back up. 

Jungkook and Jimin followed his gaze as well, making you uneasy and hiding your stomach behind your hands. “I- no, Hoseok and I, we don’t-”

Jimin gasped loudly and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, clutching it hard enough so his knuckles turned white. “I thought you were just incredibly silent! But you haven’t had sex with your own husband?! For how long?!?”

“What?”

Both you and Jin asked loudly. Each of you for a different reason though. Jin was shocked about this revelation while you felt incredibly confused.

Jungkook snickered softly, waiting for Jimin to elaborate on his statement as soon as he noticed your confused expression. 

“Ah, we got several noise complaints from the previous neighbours because apparently they were able to hear us during sexy times.” 

You felt the heat rushing to your face, neck and ears, immediately knowing what Jimin was talking about. You had heard it too but as long as you moved to the other side of the house and kept your windows shut everything was fine. “Well, but, uhm, our bedroom isn’t towards your side of the house.”

“That’s what I told Jimin too”, Jungkook nodded, sharing a pointed look towards him.

“I know, I know!” Jimin waved his hands dismissively in front of his face. “And I believed that too. But your statement just now proves something else! When was the last time you had sex with Hoseok?”

You helplessly stumbled over your own words, knowing full well you never had anything physical with him - except for his cheek kisses.

“You don’t even remember?” Jin stared at you in disbelief, gently showing your side. “Shut up!”

“Okay, here is what you’re going to do, darling!”

“What?” You nearly choked on your own saliva, hearing Jimin’s determination. To your dismay he didn’t stop his explanation despite your resistance, telling you in excruciating detail how to move, what to do and what to say. Even demanding to meet up the next day again to hear every little detail of your night.

When Hoseok came back from his fake business job, you still sat at the kitchen table - the horrified expression never having left your features since the guys had gone.

“What’s wrong?”

As if you were in trance you turned your attention towards Hoseok, who stood at the entrance of the kitchen, staring at you quizzically. He still wore his suit and just loosened his tie.

“They’re expecting us to have sex.”

Hoseok choked on his own saliva, coughing violently while hitting his chest. “What? Where did that come from?” He looked at you, blinking away the tears in his eyes from the coughing fit.

“Apparently the walls are quite thin and our direct neighbours would hear if we had sex.” Your voice became smaller and smaller with each word. 

“Let’s move this conversation to the bedroom”, Hoseok suggested and immediately turned on his heels, heading towards the master bedroom. 

He got rid of his tie and shoes and paced along the room, while you trudged into the room and stopped in front of the large bed.

You only had one bed so all this time both of you had slept in it together. Though you built a barrier of pillows every night and kept as much distance towards Hoseok as possible. 

“Let’s just make some noises. I’m sure that will be enough.” Hoseok stopped pacing and nodded to himself. He then proceeded to change out of his working attire. “Start moaning or something.”

You sighed and started building the pillow barrier again. This was utterly ridiculous. Still, you moaned softly and added some whimpers here and there. Yet, it didn’t feel right or enough.

“Maybe we should do the real thing.”

“What?” You whipped around and stared at Hoseok in bewilderment. “You can’t be serious!”

Hoseok quickly raised his hands to deescalate the situation. “I didn’t mean together. Just, uh, masturbating. It would make the moaning more realistic.” He avoided eye contact and started rubbing his neck, desperately trying to cover up the redness spreading there.

“Probably.” You sighed and sat down on your side of the bed, closing your eyes to think this through. “Can’t we just play some porn with full volume?”

“Not using our voices? Really?” Hoseok clicked with his tongue. “Just be professional about this. We have to keep this masquerade going at all costs. It’s not like neither of us has ever heard someone else masturbate. We’ll just do it underneath our blankets. If you have toys, use them.”

“Fine.” You grabbed your sleep wear and walked off into the connected bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind you, you crouched down on the floor and hid your face into your knees. This shouldn’t be such a problem but something about this didn’t sit right with you. Knowing you’d pleasure yourself with him next to you made you incredibly nervous. And you didn’t understand why - after all you didn’t even like Hoseok.

When you emerged from the bathroom again, Hoseok was already sitting on his side of the bed - lower half covered by his blanket. He leaned against the headrest with his bare back, one arm crossed over his chest while he scrolled through his phone. 

You stilled when he looked up at you, his eyes roaming over your bare legs and up towards the large shirt that barely covered the top of your thighs. “Ready?”

You only nodded and climbed into the bed as well, turning to your nightstand and pulling the lowest drawer open. Next to a secured box, where your gun was placed, you had a small bag with two of your favourite toys. You pulled them out and closed the drawer again, hiding the toys underneath the blanket next to you.

Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage and your hands quivered as you shimmied out of your panties. You exhaled sharply and grabbed the vibrator. 

Nervously, you glanced towards Hoseok. You could only see his face, shoulders and upper chest as the rest was hidden from your sight due to the pillow barrier. Though he would be able to see you. Hoseok didn’t look into your direction yet you still turned on your side and away from him.

As you turned on the vibrator you winced slightly, feeling as if the buzzing was way too loud. You closed your eyes and moved the vibrator towards your core, pressing it against your clit. A jolt of pleasure soared through your body but vanished just as quickly since your mind constantly reminded you of Hoseok’s presence. You bit down on your lip as a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty spread through your veins.

Hoseok exhaled shakily. He hadn’t thought the tiny whimpers that escaped your lips would affect him that much. His dick laid heavy on his lower stomach, pulsating and twitching with each little sound that came from you. He turned his head to look at you, noticing how stiff you were.

“Hey, Y/N”, he spoke softly and turned towards you, removing some of the pillows. “Let me help?”

You didn’t dare to look at him, quickly trying to blink away the tears of frustration. Instead you only nodded and laid on your back again. 

His long fingers danced across your thigh until they reached your hand with the still running vibrator. Hoseok gently pried the toy out of your hand as he kneeled next to your lower body. He tentatively pulled your blanket away, checking your expression every other second. “Tell me to stop as soon as I’m overstepping.”

You whimpered at his soft but clear tone and nodded once again, hiding your face behind your arms now. 

The second Hoseok had removed your blanket, his hands landed on your knees and pushed your legs apart, revealing your glistening folds. He kept your legs apart and moved the vibrator over your folds, making you twitch. 

Soon enough you couldn’t hold your moans back in, letting them increase in volume as well as your curses and whines. The sparks of pleasure shot through your body like little bursts of electricity. 

Hoseok pressed the vibrator against your clit and used something else to run over your wet entrance. You gasped once he passed it and pushed deep into your pussy. At first you thought it to be your dildo but once Hoseok curled his fingers inside of you, pressing against the rough patch, you knew it were his fingers. This knowledge spiked your pleasure even more and you arched your back, crying out loud. 

“Fuck, Hoseok, oh my god, please, please, oh shit, shit, shit.” You had your eyes wide open but you couldn’t see a thing, your body thrashed under the onslaught of pleasure as Hoseok continued to fuck his fingers into you. 

A scream ripped through your throat as you came hard onto his fingers. You sagged back into the mattress, spent from the orgasm and heavily breathing. 

Hoseok turned off the vibrator and placed it on the ground next to your bed - same with the dildo he found under the blanket. He was about to get out of bed when you stopped him.

“What about you?” You looked up at him with glazed eyes, holding on to his pinky finger with no strength at all. 

“I’m fine.”

You shook your head and softly pulled at his hand, indicating he should lie down next to you. “Please.”

Hoseok couldn’t deny your request and crawled next to you. He watched you silently as you pushed his blanket away, turned on your side and grabbed his arm to pull him with you until he spooned you. His initial confusion vanished the second you pressed your ass against his hard cock. “One sec”, he mumbled and removed his boxers. He pushed his hard on between your thighs, the mess he had created between your legs being the perfect lubrication.

You clenched your thighs experimentally and immediately received a groan from Hoseok behind you. “If you’re doing that I won’t even last a second”, he mumbled into the skin on your neck, placing a kiss on there right afterwards. Another groan left his lips when you clenched your thighs again. Hoseok wrapped his arms around your upper body, keeping you in place, as he started thrusting. 

Your own moans got mixed with his groans as he kept hitting your sensitive clit with the head of his dick. 

“Shit, you sound so fucking hot. I could get drunk on your moans and whimpers alone. Fuck, let me hear you, let me hear how good I make you feel.” 

As you cried out his name, Hoseok released his load. White spurts of cum covered your shirt and thighs, the warm, sticky liquid slowly descending down on the sheets.

Neither of you moved or said a word for a while, simply basking in the after sex bliss.

“You wanna sleep on my side of the bed tonight?” Hoseok asked with a teasing lilt to his voice, gently pulling you closer against his chest.

“Yes, please.” 

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and pushed himself up. “Let me clean you first though.”

You tried pushing yourself up as well. “I can help.”

Hoseok simply shook his head and hurried to the connected bathroom. He came back with wet wipes, gently cleaning you. He even helped you out of your shirt - careful so you wouldn’t smear his cum anywhere - before he cleaned himself.

Only a few minutes later both of you laid on his side of the bed, cuddled together. He held you in his arms, legs tangled together and his chin on top of your head. You quietly listened to his heartbeat and slowly got lulled to sleep.

“If you’re going to gossip about this tomorrow with the drama kings of our neighbourhood”, Hoseok spoke softly, “tell them I’m big.”

You snorted and gently hit his chest. “You are big! Don’t make it sound like you’re not.”

Hoseok chuckled lowly and wrapped his arms even tighter around your body. “What are you going to tell them though?”

“That it worked.”

“That what worked?”

“Jimin told me to do a lap dance for you. He described every move in great detail. If it weren’t for Jin he would have probably shown me with the help of Jungkook.” 

“Try it tomorrow”, Hoseok snickered, “let's see whether it actually works.”

You giggled tiredly. “Tomorrow it’s getting back to our mission.” You didn’t notice how Hoseok tensed momentarily before he agreed.

~~~

Over the next few weeks you noticed a change in Hoseok. On the outside he became much more clingy and touchy, using absolutely every chance to hug you, hold your hand or even place a kiss on your skin. Yet, inside the house he avoided you as much as possible - even leaving for work early and only coming back late into the night. Sometimes you weren’t even sure he slept in the bed anymore.

While a tiny part within your head was concerned about his behaviour, the vast majority of your mind pushed that voice to the back and focused on the mission. 

You sat on the bedroom floor with dozens of notes strewn around you. After all this time you discovered Namjoon worked in a private clinic as a doctor while Jin owned a chain of restaurants. Lastly, Taehyung was a social worker. And somehow all three of them had to be involved with smuggling. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, glancing at your alarm clock to see it was way past midnight already. With a deep sigh you pushed yourself up and cleaned the floor, hiding all the notes in the secret drawer underneath your weapon.

Right as you were about to close the drawer all the lights vanished, leaving you in the dark. You stilled momentarily and listened to your surroundings. You grabbed your gun when you heard some shuffling downstairs.

With silent steps you walked towards the window, hiding away from the moonlight. You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary despite the missing lights on the whole street.

Your attention turned back inside the house when you heard steps ascending the stairs. You hurried towards the door, standing beside it and holding your gun ready. Dark clouds moved in front of the moon and hid you away in complete darkness.

Someone stopped in front of the door and you prayed your beating heart wouldn’t be as loud as you thought it was. You leaned closer, getting a whiff of an unfamiliar scent through the small opening of the door.

The door opened and someone stepped into the room. Without hesitation you charged forward and pressed your gun against their head. “Don’t move or I’ll blow your skull away.”

“Woah, woah, woah, it’s me!”

Only after moonlight shone back into the room and showed Hoseok’s shocked expression did you lower your gun and step back. “Where were you?”

“Not important. What happened to the electricity?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Where. Were. You.”

“Just out, it’s not important.” Hoseok tried to deflect once again.

You stepped closer to him, tapping the tip of your gun against his chest. “I’m not asking again.” You caught that unfamiliar, flowery scent as you inhaled. Your hand started trembling from the thoughts racing within your mind. You pressed your gun against his chest. “Are you cheating on me?”

“What?”

“What?”

“No!” Hoseok placed his hands on yours with the gun, slowly pushing it down. “How could I cheat on you? We’re not even married! Anyway, do you really think I would risk blowing the mission for a fling?”

You dropped your arm, staring blankly at the ground. He was right. What were you thinking? “Right”, you mumbled and turned away, moving towards your nightstand. You tensed the muscles in your jaw, hoping to prevent your emotions from taking over. Even though you didn’t fully understand why you felt conflicted at the thought of Hoseok having someone else.

You tried shaking those thoughts and feelings but even days after that night they haunted your consciousness. 

“What’s on your mind, love?” Jin nudged your side, noticing you haven’t been present throughout the whole conversation.

A pout formed on your lips and you pulled your legs to your chest. “Why is it always you calling me out?”

The guys laughed heartily. Jimin even threw himself over Jungkook’s lap from the force. “It’s just that your feelings are like an open book to read. So what is it?”

You leaned back on Jin’s couch, sighing deeply while your eyes wandered around the living room. Before you could even stop yourself, you opened your mouth to say: “I think Hoseok is cheating on me.”

All eyes were on you, various expressions of shock painting their faces. 

“You’re messing with us, right?” Jungkook leaned forward, disbelief written all over his features. “He’s so lovey-dovey with you. Honestly, not even I am as head over heels for Jimin as this guy is for you!”

Jimin punched his shoulder before he moved over to your side, wrapping his arms around you to console you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Do you have any proof though?”

You smiled sadly and shook your head. “Not really, just a feeling and the scent of a perfume of some sorts I picked up on him a few nights ago.”

“This calls for something stronger than tea”, Jin announced and stood up. He walked over to a cupboard and pulled several shot glasses out of it. Jungkook quickly got up as well, helping Jin and grabbing some of the alcohol too. As they returned Jimin poured the liquid to all of you and handed the shot glasses around.

You stared at the glass in your hand for a moment before you placed it back on the table. “If it’s alright with you I’d rather get myself a glass of water.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and got up, motioning Jin to sit down again. “I’ll be back in a bit, no worries.” You took a deep breath once you reached the kitchen. It annoyed you that this issue kept bugging you this much. You shook your head, you had to focus on the mission.

Your eyes roamed around the kitchen. Two weeks after your mission started, Jin had invited you to his home and you had used the chance to hide a wiring device inside the kitchen. So far it didn’t give you any intel though. Maybe it was about time to remove the device again. You leaned against the kitchen sink, staring at it deep in thought.

“Is it true what you said to the others? I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” Taehyung appeared behind you, tilting his head to one side. “Are you planning on doing anything about it?”

You turned towards him. “I wouldn’t know what to do about it. I don’t even know whether I’m right or not.”

Taehyung cornered you against the sink, hands caging you in. “You could always get back at him.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, cupping your cheek in the process. 

“Get back at him? Are you saying I should cheat on my husband?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Also who would be willing to break the rules of matrimony with me?”

Taehyung smirked and leaned closer into you. “Maybe someone closer than you’d think.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Why do I have the feeling you’re talking about yourself, mister? Are you someone willing to break rules? Going against the current, huh?”

“What if that were the case?”

You hummed softly and placed your hand on his chest. “I’d wonder how far you would go. What are you willing to do?”

Taehyung chuckled lowly. “Only one way to find out.”

“Or you’ll just answer my questions”, you offered. 

Taehyung shrugged with his shoulders, tilting his head to the side again with a smirk, silently telling you to try and find out.

“Would you join an illegal street race?” You waited for him to answer before you asked the next question. “Would you take illegal substances? Or smuggle those?”

“That was two questions at once.”

“And you answered neither of them.”

“I’m actually hoping for you to ask the good questions now.”

You scoffed: “Like what?”

“Whether I’d kiss a married woman.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly but you kept your composure. “Would you?” You felt your heart pounding within your throat yet your voice wasn’t much louder than a whisper.

Before Taehyung could answer you or do something the silence of the house got disrupted by excessive ringing of the doorbell.

“Hoseok?!” Jin asked in surprise as he opened the door, unable to say anything else before he got pushed to the side.

You glanced over Taehyung’s back towards the entrance of the kitchen. When Hoseok appeared at the door, eyes furiously roaming around the kitchen until they landed on you, made you shrink down behind Taehyung.

“What’s going on?” Jimin, Jungkook and Jin appeared behind Hoseok, switching glances between Hoseok and Taehyung. 

You quickly used the chance to sneak out behind Taehyung and walked over to Hoseok. Your focus switched between his eyes, desperately trying to understand his motive. “Why are you here?” You grabbed one of his hands, uncurling his fist and playing with his fingers. “Did something happen?”

He glared over your shoulder towards Taehyung. Only after several deep breaths did he focus on you. “We’re going home. Now.” Hoseok didn’t wait for your answer. Instead he pulled you along and past the guys. He didn’t look back, ignoring the calls behind him.

Once you reached your house and he slammed the door shut behind you, you ripped your hand out of his hold. “What is wrong with you? Do you understand you could have blown the mission just now?”

“I don’t care about the mission!” 

You jumped back, surprised by the volume Hoseok used. You never witnessed Hoseok being angry and right now he appeared to be furious.

“How could I just sit back, hearing this bastard making a move on my woman?!” 

“Nobody knows you were able to hear us!” You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “Also why would you even get like this when we’re not even a real married couple?”

“Because I fucking love you for gods sake!”

Your jaw dropped and you stared at Hoseok with wide eyes. “What?” You closed your mouth again, swallowing audibly and blinking several times. “If you’re trying to mess with me, this is not funny.”

“I swear to…” - Hoseok grabbed his hair and pulled at its strands, groaning in frustration - “I am NOT joking, Y/N!”

“Why?”

“Are you really asking me why I fell in love with you?” Hoseok shook his head as he closed the distance between you two. “You’re driving me insane, Y/N. Do you really need me to count all of the reasons I discovered over the time we’re living together?”

“What? 

Hoseok grabbed your hands, squeezing them with desperation. “I love you, Y/N. Please. I love the scowl you make when you’re annoyed. I love the twinkle in your eyes when you’re excited about something. I love the way you make a little dance when you taste something delicious. I love the way you stick out your tongue when you’re concentrating on something.”

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. You felt your hands trembling even though Hoseok held them so tightly. “But I’m just part of the mission. I thought you stayed out so long because you actually met your loved one.”

“I stayed out trying to forget about my feelings for you at first. I wanted the mission to come first. I wanted to stay professional. So I followed Namjoon first and later Taehyung, who went to a strip club a few nights ago.”

“Are you crazy? They could have seen you!”

Hoseok laughed softly and shook his head. “I am crazy, yeah. Crazy for you. Crazy enough to question whether I want this mission to end or just keep living like this for the rest of our lives.”  He cupped your cheeks and wiped a few stray tears away. “Maybe we should come up with an explanation for the mess I created though tomorrow morning.”

You clutched his shirt, softly laughing through your tears. “You’re an idiot”, you sniffled as you pulled him down to kiss you. 

“I completely agree”, he mumbled against your lips, wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close to himself. “But it’s worth it.” He smiled into the kiss, giddy as you hummed in agreement.

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roses, myrtles and queen anne's lace ~

for @k-vanity 's idols over flowers event

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Up with the Birds (SVT Seungkwan)

Boo Seungkwan x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers au

Word Count: 1.5k

Rating: PG

Warnings: I really don’t think there are any?

A/N: This is my submission for the @k-vanity spring event, Idols Over Flowers. The bouquet being: Roses and Tulips (Romance and Adventure), Thistle (Own au), ivy (f2l), with a white ribbon (bicycle ride).

I’ve had this idea to bring a different side of Boo to life and this event was perfect for it.

Special thanks to my lovely beta readers @the-boy-meets-evil and @ericssmile 💕

~Bee

Early morning light had begun sinking in underneath your curtains and the chirping of birds woke you from your slumber. If the 7 am time that stared at you from your bedside clock hadn’t been an indicator that spring had arrived, the constant sounds from the feathered annoyances certainly had.

You put your arm over your eyes, attempting to block out the light when your bedroom door flung open. You turned on your side trying to bury your face in the covers, hoping your crazy best friend hadn’t seen you were awake yet. “Y/N, I saw you. Wake up,” Seungkwan demanded.

You groaned, knowing he would have woken you up either way. He dramatically flopped himself on top of you, shaking you and forcing the air from your lungs. You got up abruptly, nearly knocking him off the bed. “Alright, alright. I’m awake,” you surrendered, catching your breath back.

“Let’s go on an adventure,” he said, a childlike smile that reached his eyes appeared on his face and you knew resistance was even more futile. Your heart always melted when he smiled like that and you would go along with whatever crazy thing he had planned, even at an ungodly hour of the morning.

Actually, you’d been in love with Boo Seungkwan since you were kids and most of your resistance was for show because you knew you would give in anyway. Not that you’d ever let him know that. You were scared of things changing if you told him, so you’d rather be close to him as his best friend over not being anything at all.

“Okay out, so I can get dressed,” you said, pushing him more off the bed and toward the open door.

“Yesss!” he exclaimed with a victorious punch in the air. You rolled your eyes and flipped the covers off, heading over to your dresser to find some clothes.

“Of course, you are driving. Okay, bye!” Seungkwan, the faster talker you knew, disappeared as he closed your door and before you could protest. You weren’t sure why he mentioned that anyway, he didn’t have his license but you did.

After picking out a t-shirt and some jeans, you ran a comb through your hair and brushed your teeth before heading out to the living room to find Seungkwan. You were greeted with the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen and before you could make your way toward it, a cup appeared in front of you. You took the warm caffeinated drink from your friend.

“Here’s your ‘let’s go” juice, grumpy gills,” Seungkwan said, transfering the mug to your waiting hands. You took a drink and gave a content sigh. Nothing was better than the first sip of coffee in the morning. “Better?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Better,” you confirmed, continuing to sip from the mug. “Now, where am I chauffeuring us to today?” you asked wryly.

“It’s a surprise. If we leave now, we’ll get there around lunchtime,” Seungkwan mused, looking at the time on his phone. You choked on your coffee.

“You are making me drive halfway across Korea and won’t even tell me where?” you asked, incredulous at his “plan”.

“Yup,” he responded simply, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word. “So finish your coffee and let’s get going!”

You mumbled something incoherent under your breath in irritation as you finished the last bit of your coffee.

You walked to the other side of the apartment, deposited your empty mug into the kitchen sink before heading toward the door where Seungkwan was waiting rather impatiently. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He always looked so adorably excited every single time he had adventures planned.

He had your favorite sweatshirt and your car keys already in his hands, ready for you to take. You took them, looking up to find the mischievous twinkle in his eyes that always charmed you. You hand brushed against his and you wondered if felt the same electricity as he did.

After pulling on the sweatshirt and making sure you had your phone, the two of you went out the front door and made your way to the car. Although you were driving, Seungkwan always made sure to open the door for you and then got in on the other side.

When you were settled, you pulled the phone cord from the console and handed it to Seungkwan. If you were the one who always drove, then he was the one who always chose the music. You watched the screen in the middle as he chose one of the road-trip mixes you made together and shortly after the map from the GPS system popped up, the voice of the navigation lady telling you to go out of the parking lot.

You did a double take at the trip length. “4 hours?!” you balked. Now you knew why he wanted to leave this early and you also were pretty sure you had an idea of where you were going. While Seungkwan had made this trip to one of his favorite places multiple times by train, you had never gone with him.

“I promise, it’ll be worth the drive,” he responded cheekily and you continued driving onto the long freeway that would take you to Seungkwan’s destination. You may have been grumpy that morning, but it didn’t take long to settle into the comfort and giddiness that a road trip brought.

Windows were cracked, letting the spring breeze flow through the car as you and Seungkwan sang along with the music. Snacks that were bought at one of the rest stops on the way were passed back and forth. Finally, in an area of the Busan countryside, the GPS mentioned the destination was coming up.

You pulled into the tiny parking lot to find you had arrived at a bicycle rental place. “I drove 4 hours to ride a bike?” you huffed, but you were more curious than anything. Seungkwan liked to do crazy things, but this seemed a little different for him. He shrugged at you, making you all the more curious.

“Let’s get going then, I want to make sure we get there early,” he let slip.

“Early for what?” your eyes squinting at his peculiar behavior.

“Let’s just go!” He exclaimed, dodging your question and getting out of the car.

You sighed and followed behind him as he walked into the small shop and started talking to the worker at the counter. You caught the words ‘tandem bike’ and wondered why Seungkwan asked for that rather than two single ones. The guy at the counter gave him the key to a lock and told him where the bike was in the yard out back.

Once out there, he unlocked the bike from the stall it was in, pulled it out and got on after putting the break down. “Hop on,” he said, nodding to the seat behind him. You hesitated before he gave you a reassuring smile. You slowly approached the bike, heaving your leg over the seat and having to use Seungkwan’s shoulders as leverage before you managed to be settled on the seat behind him.

He started pedaling, leading the bike to the road and you eventually placed your feet on your own pedals to help him. You looked forward and saw the road winding into some rolling hills, fields of pretty yellow flowers spanning the horizon. The breeze pushed your hair around and made a soothing swishing sound in the tall grass that lined the road. You were too absorbed in the warm feeling of spring to realize that Seungkwan had stopped the bike.

“We’re here,” he announced.

“What?” you asked, realizing that there were fields of those yellow flowers as far as the eye could see. Seungkwan had gotten off the bike and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you with him and letting the bicycle fall to the ground on the side of the road. Before you could protest, he started running into the closest field, dragging you along with him. The rush of adrenaline, confusion, and the ever present electricity of your hand in his pushed a laugh out of you.

You continued giggling, memories of running through meadows as a kid coming into your mind and you were happy to be in this moment with Seungkwan. Suddenly, he stopped and you crashed into his back. “Seungkwan?” you questioned. He mumbled something, but you couldn’t hear him. “Huh? I can’t hear you.” you said.

He turned around, worry in his eyes instead of the lightness that usually shone in them. He took a deep breath and repeated himself, “I like you. As my best friend and more. I like you, Y/N,” The world stopped as you looked at him, the wind pushed his bangs over his forehead and his honey colored eyes spoke the truth.

You smiled and flung yourself into his arms, “I like you too,” You could feel an exhale of breath that he was holding and his arms engulfed you in a hug. Seungkwan was spring itself and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

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Idols Over Flowers: A K-V Event

Welcome to our flower shop! Here we have floral arrangements for any and every occasion. 

What’s that?

Of course, we do! So many combinations of your heart's desires. Look over our menu list and see what you’d like.

💐 Main flowers (Genre):

Roses x Romance, Lavender x Crime and Mystery, Orchid x Science Fiction, Sunflower x Comedy, Lily x Fantasy, Forget me nots x Historical, Tulips x Adventure, Daisy x Horror, Peony x Thriller, Carnations x Action, Violets x Angst, Marigold x Hurt Comfort, Fresia x open for own idea

🌷 Supporting flowers (AUs):

Elderflower x Fake Dating, Snapdragon x Hospital, Amaranthus x Marriage & Co, Bellflower x Coffee Shop, Waxflower x Tattoo Parlour, Queen Anne’s lace x Royalty, Baby’s breath x parents, Skeleton flower x character death, Thistle x own AU

🌱 Greenery (Tropes):

Lily grass x s2l, monstera leave x amnesia, olive branch x childhood darlings, fern x pining, ivy x f2l, cordyline x e2l, silver dollar eucalyptus x only one bed, myrtle x soulmate, berries x own trope

🎀 Ribbons (Prompts):

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GO BACK - LEE SEOKMIN

word count: 2.9k...

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader x seungcheol (sprinkles of cheol tbh)

synopsis: you calm down a distressed delivery man...is that all there is to this night?

genre/s: fantasy, crime, non-idol!au, reclusive!reader

warnings: m*rder (mention), sex (mention), minor violence, and blood

rating: pg-13

a/n: a submission for k-vanity’s idols over flowers event. main flowers: lavender x crime and mystery and lily x fantasy, ribbons: band of cord x magical creatures. i tried a v diff genre from my usual ones, so hopefully this is still interesting to read! fic title is go back by se so neon. 

p.s. i imagined kyeom wearing this fit when writing this, so do w that information what you want ;) 

“Package for Y/N L/N!” Seokmin chirped, used to delivering to your apartment. 

He stared at your gray door, waiting for a response. Somehow, he always ended up being the one to drop off your packages. It was not something he minded since he had only encountered you a handful of times. Each time was with you wearing an oversized hoodie and muttering a soft comment of gratitude for the package. You were always quick to close your door, a sign that made Seokmin know not to converse with you for too long. 

Most days he left the deliveries by your door, just taking a confirmation picture for the company. Yet today, something was off. It was suspiciously quiet. Even a homebody like you made noise of shuffling to indicate that you were inside your apartment and would pick up the package once he left. 

“Customer L/N? Are you okay?” 

More silence. Seokmin’s worry only peaked as he saw a thick red liquid begin leaking out from under your door. It couldn’t be…

Seokmin started banging on your door, asking repeatedly if you were injured or needed help, only to be met with no response. Out of desperation, he tried to open your door. To his surprise, the door immediately opened. He knew he was breaking a thousand rules and policies by entering, but blood and an unlocked door screamed someone in need of help to him. 

He walked into your pitch-black apartment, calling for you once again. His hand reached for the light switch, but after several times flipping the switch up and down, he came to the conclusion that the lights wouldn’t turn on. Still, he needed to find you. Following the trail of blood, one thing became clear to him. You were gravely hurt…enough to lose this large of an amount of blood. 

Walking into your kitchen, the trail finally ended. In front of Seokmin was the body of an elderly man. Although he had never gotten a proper look at your face, he knew that your voice didn’t match this man’s body. He ran over to the man, checking the pulse on his wrist. It was too late. He hovered his fingers over the man’s mouth, in hopes of any signs of breath, even if faint. Yet again, it was unsuccessful.

How the hell is the meek person he’s been delivering to for years capable of murdering someone?

Before he could think any further, Seokmin could hear your voice from afar. His eyes darted from the window in the living room to the bathroom. Surely, there had to be a better exit to escape. But your keys jangling in the hallway made his decision for him. He hurriedly opened the window, trying his best to slither out from your apartment and making plans to notify someone as soon as he got to safety.

“Why do you always have to kill them in my apartment, Seungcheol?” You groan at your ex-boyfriend’s antics over the phone, sick of cleaning up his messes. 

“You clean ‘em up so well, Y/N. Really, it’s freaky how good you are at cleaning,” Seungcheol reasons, making you more irritated at the unexpected mess you would have to get rid of.

“You would think after centuries of killing you would have gotten better too, Cheol. This is the last time, I swear. Do you even-”

Rounding the corner of your hallway, you freeze. Someone’s in your apartment. You could hear their abnormally fast heartbeat, indicating fear.

“Do I even what?” 

“Nothing. I gotta go,” You hang up on him, knowing that will result in him nagging your ear off the next time you talk to him. But, a sulking Seungcheol was the least of your worries right now.

Your door was already slightly open, with blood pouring out from underneath. Putting your keys away you cursed, Choi Seungcheol, if you weren’t undead already I would kill you with my bare hands. 

Nevertheless, you crept as quietly as you could manage into your place. Bloody shoe prints could be seen all over your floor, notably along your windowsill. You swiftly followed the scent of Seokmin, the delivery man you had become semi-acquainted with in the past couple of years. His scent was aided by the blood trail he left behind. Humans are such idiots, you thought to yourself as you jumped through the same window he fled from.

“SOMEONE, ANYONE, SAVE ME!” Seokmin knew his screaming would be in vain, but still something inside of him made him want to try every method of saving himself, even if it was futile. 

“Seokmin, Seokmin! Stop screaming, jesus. It wasn’t me who did that in there,” You sigh, catching up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

 He still tried to run away, completely convinced you were responsible for the unidentified corpse in your apartment. You held him in place with your grip on his shoulder tightening. 

“How can you prove that, you monster!” Seokmin spits, still able to face you due to the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

You pulled out your phone to show the monitoring app for the security camera that you installed months ago. Who would’ve thought that it would prove your innocence? No, who would’ve thought you would’ve wanted to prove your own innocence? Regardless, you backed up the film to three hours ago, turning the screen towards Seokmin. He looks intently at your screen, horrified at the brutal crime he sees take place. 

“Wait-how, how do you know my name?”

“Didn’t you find it odd that you always got the packages to deliver to my place? I requested that you drop off my stuff whenever they came, out of convenience since you knew to just drop off the packages and leave quietly, that is, until tonight,” You explained nonchalantly with a terrified Seokmin still at your mercy. 

“So, you stalked me? Oh my god, I’ve been delivering to a crazy person for the past two years,” Seokmin cried. His body was shaking, still appalled with how you were able to stay unfazed at the murder you just witnessed with him. 

“First I was a monster and now I’m a crazy person. I guess that’s an improvement,” You smirked, releasing your grip on his shoulder. 

“Well, now that we’ve confirmed I’m not the culprit I hope you can carry on with your deliveries-” You stop mid sentence, finally noticing the blood on Seokmin’s hands. That’s why he was so afraid. Blood affects even human’s emotions. Well, that and he probably figured you were the one who killed the poor soul in your apartment. 

But you couldn’t shake the scent that he had. It was familiar, almost too familiar. You couldn’t place your finger on it and it was driving you insane. His smell, it was almost like, almost like a- 

“Drop the act, Seokmin,” you deadpan, irritated that you hadn’t realized his identity earlier.

“What act?”

“You’re really playing this out until the end? Fine, but at least don’t pose like an innocent human for fucks’ sake,” 

His eyebrows knitted together, “But, I am an innocent human!”

You put your hand on his chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat for confirmation. 

“Say that again,” you commanded, the vibrant red glow of your eyes becoming visible as your body became more conscious of the blood on his hands. 

Seokmin gulped nervously. Whatever you were, it was definitely worse than the original speculation he had that you were a killer. 

“I-I’m an in-innocent human…” He stuttered, intentionally saying the sentence slower upon your order. 

His heartbeat, while albeit fast, wasn’t changing enough to prove he’s lying. He was either a damn skilled liar or didn’t know about his true identity either. 

“You have to be shitting me…” You muttered.

His face was still contorted in confusion, not able to understand what was happening. You didn’t give him enough time to process what was happening either, grabbing one of his arms to test your theory out. 

“My…my arm? Wh-” His questioning was cut short as you grabbed the arm from the elbow and twisted it enough to break the bone. The pain was enough to cause a blood curdling scream from him. He held onto his limp arm with his other hand.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Seokmin’s infuriated tone confirmed your theory. He had no idea whatsoever of who- no, what he is.

“Let’s go back to my place, we’ve spent too much time outside,” You hushed, feeling more sorry that you just broke his arm. 

“No, why would I ever go with you! You just broke my fucking arm and you expect me to be all happy-go-lucky and follow you? Fuck that L/N,” He was still holding his arm, glaring at you.

You rubbed your temples with your hand, in pure disbelief at how unaware he was of his life and power. 

“Seokmin, try moving your arm-” You began.

“Why would I ever want to do that? You just want to cause me immense pain don’t you?” He growled at you. 

You reached over to grab his supported arm, to which he attempted to dodge your touch. You were still more agile than him though and soon enough his arm fell down to his side. 

His eyebrows once again knitted together in confusion after feeling no pain anymore. He looked at his arm, only to be utterly bewildered at how it was not broken. 

“What did you do to me?” He sobbed, finally letting his tears flow. 

His tears took you aback, unused to emotions. Time to rip the band-aid off since he wouldn’t listen to you any other way.

“Seokmin, I don’t know how to tell you this in a sugar coated way. So, here it goes. You’re a werewolf, freshly turned. I didn’t do anything to you besides break your arm. You were able to heal your injury because werewolves have regenerative abilities,” You informed him.

“You-you’re out of your mind,” He mumbled before fainting, the events of the night finally catching up to his body. More importantly, the adrenaline wearing off.

Well, at least you can take him back to your apartment without any objections. 

The walk back to your apartment was luckily met with no crises of humans seeing you, due to how it was past midnight at this point. If they did, you knew you would be completely screwed. You were currently holding Seokmin by hoisting him over your shoulder, making his body look as if it was a potato sack. 

Soon enough, you were back. Yet, the hallway wasn’t blanketed in more blood than you had left it in. In fact, it was void from any signs of blood. You picked up on a scent once again, this time one that you knew would cause headaches.

Opening your door, you immediately headed to your couch to place Seokmin down. He was still visibly distraught, with a permanent frown on his face as he slept. Turning away from him, you took a deep breath for the approaching conversation.

“How did you handle all the blood on the floor outside?” You questioned, amazed by the spotless appearance of the hallway’s tiles. 

“I licked it up,” Seungcheol began to explain but seeing your expression of disgust made him stop. 

“Do you realize how revolting you sound? That floor has so many germs, I don’t even know the last time they cleaned it,” You groaned.

“We’ve feasted in dirtier conditions, have we not?”

You wince, “Don’t use the word ‘feast’ when you talk about humans. You know I hate the sheer disregard you have for their lives.”

He shrugs, “Prey is prey.”

“And thank you for reminding me why we broke up…” You trailed off, finding a washcloth in your linen closet. 

“Aw, you need a reminder why we broke up? I know our sex was amazing but to think you’re still hung up on me? My sweet Y/N,” Seungcheol walked over to you, having his fingers lightly graze your jawline.

You quickly batted his hand away. Walking over to the kitchen sink to help wash the dry blood off of Seokmin’s unconscious self. You stepped over the dead body, irritated that Seungcheol still hadn’t disposed of it.

“Why haven’t you taken this away from my apartment yet, Cheol?” You whispered through clenched teeth at him, not wanting to wake Seokmin up. 

“Don’t you want a taste, even if it’s just a little?” He tempted, walking over to the corpse and lifting the head up ever so slightly from the ground. His eyes turned red at the thought of you drinking again in his presence. 

“It’s been over a century since I last drank from a human, give it a rest.” 

“A century for us is like a decade for humans. You know, it’s never too late to come back to the coven,” Seungcheol attempts to convince you.

“Seungcheol, we both know why they kicked me out. I mean, look at me right now. If anything that isn’t helping my case,” You placed the washcloth under running water, pointing to the unconscious man on your couch.

“Well, I’m sure you had your reasons. Just like you had reasons back then,” Seungcheol’s tone softens, dropping the head in his hands.

“Reasons for breaking the number one rule of the coven?” You laugh at his naivety, “Cheol, they said if they saw me again in their area they would kill me on the spot. Now imagine if they found out I, not only, am in their area, but again, am also saving a werewolf,” You turned off the water, ringing the excess water out of it.

“They would have to go through me first, I wouldn’t just let you die Y/N,” Seunghcheol’s tone was softer, as he pulled out a chair from your kitchen table to sit down. 

“How heroic of you. You weren’t even supposed to know what happened tonight, although it is your fault since I assume he came in since he saw blood. Anyways, the moment I’m alive again is when I will let you save me. You love the coven, I can’t ruin that for you,” 

“The coven means nothing to me since you were exiled, Y/N. I didn’t ever love the coven, I love you and followed you into it,” Seungcheol reminds you. 

“Seungcheol…” You began.

His professions of love weren’t anything new to you. You assumed he was using them as a tactic to make you come back to the coven, but in the past two centuries or so, it had been harder for you to accept your identity. The coven only made the fact that you were a vampire more real. 

Stirring from his sleep, Seokmin slowly started opening his eyes. He was back in your apartment, watching you and an unknown man whisper. His heartbeat quickened again, recalling the events of the night. He had to get out of your apartment. He tried standing, only to instantly fall back on the couch. You walked over to him with Seungcheol in tow.

“I can’t believe I’m a werewolf,” Seokmin whimpered, “I mean how did I even become one?” 

“At least you know one other monster,” You reassured with as warm of a smile that you could manage. You knew it had to be confusing for him, it was confusing for you and Seungcheol when you suddenly woke up, undead, all those centuries ago. 

“Two,” Seungcheol corrects from behind you, still scowling at the werewolf on your couch. 

You turned to him since his tone was laced with hostility. Unsurprisingly, his eyes were glowing in an attempt to assert dominance over Seokmin.

“Stop trying to scare him, Cheol. I think he can tell you’re scary enough from the permanent cherry tint on your lips from all the blood you drink…”

“His lips are red from drinking blood?” Seokmin questions, his fear growing for his future diet, “Will I…will I have to drink blood too?”

“No, no. I don’t even drink human blood anymore. I can teach you how to hunt some other day, but right now you should just get some rest,” You pat his hand, sure that your behavior shift was confusing for him. Less than two hours ago you broke his arm, now you expect him to sleep over?

Seungcheol rolls his eyes and heads towards your bedroom. 

“Uh, what are you doing going into my bedroom?” Your eyes drift to the corpse in your kitchen once again, indicating you would not be the one to remove it.

“Don’t you want me to stay for the time being? I mean one vampire and an inexperienced mutt won’t stand a chance against the coven,” Seungcheol says as if he’s stating the obvious. 

Seokmin gulps, having fur ears start growing out of nervousness. How did he go from being a delivery man to werewolf in one night? How did he manage to find a safe haven in a vampire’s house? He could feel himself turning hot, overwhelmed by all the changes. 

“I just want to go back to being a delivery man,” His defeated self, still was stuck in his feelings as you and Seungcheol exchanged glances.

“I know this isn’t what you expected, but we will help you and-” You look to Seungcheol still standing in your bedroom’s doorway.

“And we will protect you,” He adds grumpily.

“Promise?” Seokmin’s puppy eyes look up at you.

“Promise,” You and Seungcheol assure in unison.